But they reluctantly realized that, though they were very old, Rhodelis was in some ways older than they were.

His abilities were incalculable, and they knew immediately that this man was impossible to defeat.

The air was filled with the chanting of spells, one by one, and they vanished as quickly as they came.

As they left on the wings of the spell, many saluted Rodrith with respect.

In the end, there was only silence, and the sound of pushing one was the gurgling sound of running water.

The crystals of the staff of Marzes glowed. Every few seconds, the temple would shake violently, causing Karamont to look up in fear.

The battle apparently lasted only a few minutes, and in Calamun's dazed mind, he and his brother seemed to have been in this horrible place for the rest of their lives.

When the last mage melted into the shadows, Rodrith turned to face his brother.

"Look, Calamon!" he said coldly.

The stout warrior nodded wordlessly, his eyes wide open.

The ground shook constantly, and groundwater splattered onto the rocks next to it.

At the end of the cavern, the pillar embedded in the gem shook and cracked.

Rubble and dust fell from the rock wall on top of Calamon as he looked up.

"What's going on, what's going on?" he asked alarmedly.

"That's what the end means," Rodrith said simply. He straightened his robe and looked at his brother impatiently.

"We have to get out of this place. Do you have the strength to go?"

"I guess it's okay, give me a few minutes," Calamon snorted.

Rising from the edge of the rock, he took a step forward, one unsteady and almost fell.

"I'm afraid I'm weaker than I thought," he muttered, clutching his wound in pain.

"Let me ...... Take a breath. He straightened up, his lips pale, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and Calamon took another step forward.

Rodrith smiled heavily, and he watched his brother stagger in front of him.

The mage held his hand.

"Lean on me, brother," he said softly.

The rift in the dome of the main hall is getting bigger and bigger. From there, huge stones fell into the main hall and smashed the unfortunate into meat sauce.

The chaos in the hall immediately turned into a frenzied panic.

The commanders kept giving orders, emphasizing their authority with whips and swords.

But the dragons don't eat it at all. They pushed each other and tried to escape from the crumbling temple and mercilessly kill those who stood in their way, even their former comrades.

Some of the more astute dragoons were able to maintain the order of their close guards and escape safely.

But many were killed by their own troops, or crushed to death by boulders, trampled to death by the rebel army.

Robert sprang to the right and left in the midst of the chaos, and suddenly the gods answered his prayers—a golden hair swaying like cannon fire in the light of Thorinari.

"Lorana!" he shouted, knowing that the voice would be quickly drowned out by the chaos.

He hurried in that direction, and a piece of rubble slashed his cheek.

Robert could feel the warm blood dripping down his jaw, but the blood, the pain, and the dragonmen that kept pouring up all around him seemed to be just a dream.

He kept wrestling with the scurrying dragonmen, and he quickly forgot about it.

Again and again, he managed to get close to her, only to be knocked out of the way by another frenzied group of dragonmen.

She stood under one of the arches and battled the dragonmen, slashing with the skillful swordsmanship she'd cultivated over the months on the battlefield and Ella's sword.

He was close to catching her. She had just defeated the enemy in front of her, and there was no one else around.

"Lorana, wait!" he shouted in the midst of the chaos.

She heard him. Looking at him under the moonlit room, her eyes were calm and her gaze did not retreat.

"Goodbye, Robert," Lola said to him in elven language.

"I owe you my life, but I don't need to sell my soul to you. ”

As soon as she said that, she turned away from him and stepped into the darkness behind the arch.

One of the large rocks on the top of the temple fell near Robert, splashing him all over his body.

For a moment, he stood tiredly, looking at her back. Then blood dripped into one eye.

He absentmindedly wiped it away. Suddenly, he started laughing.

He kept laughing until blood and tears mixed together.

Then he regained his composure, clenched his blood-stained sword, and followed her into the darkness.

"That's the direction they're going, Ray Rodrith. Calamon called his brother's name unfamiliarly.

I don't know how, but his nickname for his brother no longer seems to be suitable for this black-robed, silent mage.

They stood at the jailer's table, close to the corpse of the goblin.

All around them, the walls shook and moved wildly, and a lot of dust fell from the walls, and it itself was constantly deformed.

The sight in front of him made Calamon feel a little terrifying, as if it was a nightmare that he had forgotten.

All he could do was look at his brother intently, gratitatively grasping his arm.

This, at least, is the only reality of flesh-and-blood human beings in this terrible nightmare.

"Do you know where this leads?" Calamon looked down the corridor to the east.

"Yes," replied Rodrith without emotion.

Calamon felt himself gripped by fear. "You know...... What will happen to them" They are very stupid," Rodrith said disdainfully.

"That dream warned them—"

He looked at his brother, "and warned the others as well." I may still have time, though, but let's move a little faster.

Listen," Calamon looked up at the stairs, and he could hear the footsteps of many dragonmen running to stop the prisoners, escaping as the dungeon collapsed.

Calamon put his hand on the weapon.

"Stop," Rodrith said suddenly. "Think about it! You're still wearing armor.

They won't be interested in us. After the darkness has gone. They don't have a master to obey anymore.

Now these monsters are just searching for loot for themselves.

Walking beside me, the pace is steady, and it looks like there is something to do. ”

Calamon took a deep breath and did so. He had now regained some of his strength, and he didn't need to rely on Rhodelis for help.

The two of them ignored the dragonmen. They glanced at the two men and hurried past them, continuing on their way.

The walls are still changing shape, the ceiling is shaking, and the floor is bouncing up and down.

They could hear the prisoners behind them screaming to escape.

"At least no one will guard this door," Rodrith pointed forward.

"What do you mean?" Calamon looked at his brother warily.

"There's a mechanism up there," Rodrith whispered. "Remember that dream?"

Calamon's face turned dead white, and he took three steps and two steps in the direction of the door.

Rodlis, on the other hand, shook his head and followed with all his might.

As soon as he walked around the corner, he saw his brother lying next to two corpses on the ground.

"Lena!" Calamon wailed. He brushed the red curls covering his pale eyelids away and reached out to feel her pulse.

He closed his eyes thankfully, and then he reached for the Kande. "And Wade...... No, you can't!"

The Kanders heard his name called, and slowly opened their eyes, as if they were struggling to make this movement.

"Calamon ......," Wade said intermittently. "I'm sorry ......"

"Wade!" Calamon gently embraced his tiny body into his arms. Holding him tight, he gently rocked him. "Shhhh ”

The Khand's body began to twitch slightly. Calamon looked around heartbroken, and now Wade's small package was lying on the ground, and its contents were scattered all over the ground like a child's toy. Tears welled up in Calamon's eyes.

"I'm trying to save her......" Wade whispered, interrupted by pain, "but I can't ......"

"You've saved her, Wade!" Calamon said with a hard swallow. "She's not dead.

It's just an injury. She'll be fine. "Really?" Wade's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.

"I'm afraid I'm not very comfortable, Calamon.

But...... But it doesn't matter, really. I... I'm going to meet Hubble. He's waiting for me.

He shouldn't be alone. I do not know...... Maybe he'll leave me alone and go first......"

"How did he do that!" Rodrith slowly crouched down beside the Kander, and Calamon asked him.

The Kande's voice had become an incomprehensible whisper at this time.

"Poisoning. Rodrith's eyes looked at the golden needle that reflected a deadly light in the firelight.

Rodlis reached out and slowly pushed the door. The lock popped open, and the door opened a small crack.

They could hear the sound of soldiers and slaves, screaming and fleeing from the temple of Kinrakqa. The sky was filled with roaring dragons, and everything was in endless chaos.

The dragoons are killing each other to decide who will be the master of the new order. Rodrith listened, smiling with satisfaction.

His thoughts were interrupted by a hand grabbing his arm.

"Can you save him?" asked Calamon.

Rodrith looked at the dying Kander. "He only had one breath left," the mage said coldly. "It's going to drain a lot of my strength, and we're not out yet, brother. ”

"But you can save him?" Calamon asked. "Do you have enough strength?"

"Of course," Rodlis shrugged.

Lena squirmed, clutching her aching head. "Calamon!" she shouted happily, and her eyes fell on Wade.

"Oh, don't ......," Lena whispered. Forgetting her pain, she placed her bloodied hand on the Khand's forehead.

The Kander immediately opened his eyes, but did not recognize the person in front of them. He wailed in pain.

Amid his wails, they could hear the sound of paws running down the hallway.

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