When Asa woke up, he felt that it was pitch black in front of him, there was no light around him, no sound, and if it weren't for the smell of almost killing people and the cold, hard touch behind him, he almost thought he was dead.

But since he is not dead, where is this dark and silent place? This fishy smell is not unfamiliar, and you can smell this strange smell during this time when you are fighting Beamon, but it is far less intense.

Although the body can't move, the feeling is still very sensitive. Beamon's stench was mixed with the smell of excrement and wreckage, and there was an indescribable other smell that he couldn't recognize. There was a lot of humidity in the air, and the place where he lay was a cold, hard rock, which was supposed to be a cave in Beamon. It's just that there isn't the slightest light coming in, and I don't know how deep this cave has penetrated into the mountain.

The last memory was only until he drew the knife, swung the knife, and released the vitality of Mo Pospei that was drawn from Beamon's body, and at that time he only felt that this knife had also drained the last trace of strength and consciousness from his body, and then he didn't know anything.

What happened to the others? I have a rare impression that when I swung the knife, all the people seemed to be lying on the ground, could they all be dead? Thinking of this, his heart throbbed, could it be that these orcs who had been born and died with him in the Sandface Mountains had just died and become food for Beamon and the Grey Sack Beasts? But why would he be in a Beamon's lair in that case? Beamon, a simple-minded monster, had never been in the habit of storing food, let alone a living prey.

Needless to say, get out of here, even if you stand up and take a closer look around. But there was not the slightest strength in the body that could be used, and there was only acid that weighed like lead, and the pain of shattering. I couldn't even move a finger.

The method he used to kill Beamon was already beyond the limits of his body, and at the same time, beyond the limits of his magical power. Although Sandru had explained to him the special abilities of the knife, this method was theoretically possible, but it also depended on the subject's situation. No matter how weird and ingenious the ability of this knife is, and no matter how abundant the mana that he desperately imposes on it, it is a Beamon beast after all, the most vigorous creature on the continent. If it weren't for the paralysis technique that first disturbed the vitality in Beamon's body, and the corpse puppet caused Beamon to be injured a little, then not only would he not be able to pull out the knife, but it was more likely that Beamon would suck all the vitality through the knife.

And in the end, using Beamon's immense life force to attack was even more than his ability. It is like a man who wants to wield a weapon ten times heavier than his own weight to slash and kill others. Although he relied on the deep foundation of magic given by the Sun Well and the leaves of the World Tree, as well as his incomparable fighting spirit, he finally wielded that earth-shattering sword, but his body and magic power were almost shattered beyond the limit. If you were an ordinary person, you would have died a long time ago.

The last time I ate was in the morning before departure. The flesh of the Grey Sack is extremely tough and indigestible, and it is even rumored that half of the magicians who enter the Sandface Mountains are killed by this food. Asa had eaten a lot before he set out, but now he felt completely empty in his stomach and thirsty in his mouth, and it seemed that he had been in this cave for more than a whole day.

I tried hard a few more times to get up. Helplessly, the body does not obey the call at all, and the slightest twitch of the muscles will be exchanged for heart-rending pain. I want to reluctantly use a healing spell on myself, but the magic structure in my entire body is like glass that has been hammered with a hammer, and even if it is not completely shattered, it will never work again. And after the pain of several failures, as soon as I woke up, my consciousness began to slowly blur again.

Asa sighed and began to meditate deeply.

Ever since he had slowly learned more and more about the stories behind this meditation technique from Sandru and Cedros, he had somehow developed an indescribable aversion to it. Not disgust, but fear. He always felt that this thing would take him to a place he didn't want to go at all, so he tried to use it sparingly, to practice less, especially the deepest kind of selfless meditation. But in this case, meditation may be the only way to find some miracle and some hope.

As the meditation progresses, the consciousness becomes clearer and clearer. He saw the scars in his body caused by exceeding the limit, countless places where muscles and blood vessels were broken, tiny cracks in bones, magic shattered like spider webs, and the entire body could almost be said to be full of holes. Under the influence of meditation, the wounds began to heal at a very slow pace.

But this meditation seemed to feel a little different than before, as if something was gently caressing his skin and passing through his body. Turning his attention to the outside of his body, he felt the ubiquitous fluctuations of magic around him.

This is supposed to be the depths of the interior of Mount Sandface, and the disordered magical fluctuations that are characteristic of the mountains can be felt more clearly. Far stronger and purer than in the valley, the waves swept through the body like a breeze, and then passed through unhindered like light through glass. The fluctuations are so flat that they are not even perceptible to those with particularly keen senses, but they are everywhere, never extinguished, just like some of the properties inherent in this space. This fluctuation is very disordered, it has no attributes at all, and it has no meaning, but if you experience it carefully, you can find that there seems to be a special atmosphere and rules in it. It's just that this breath is completely impossible to capture, indescribable, or even truly experienced. Only when you don't care about it can you know that this breath is omnipresent, but when you want to concentrate and comprehend the meaning with your heart, you can't immediately have this feeling.

Asa has faced many powerful and world-class magicians. They can all exude their own compelling magical aura, there is a black magic aura as black as ink, there is a cold necromantic aura with death, there is white magic that is warm and dazzling like the sun, and there is a bland but sharp sword aura and an invincible power and fighting aura that can destroy everything. But compared to the chaotic and faint fluctuations of magic, these powerful breaths had only one feeling, insignificant.

In the face of those powerful forces, you may feel persecution, fear, fighting spirit, and reverence. But in the face of this strange fluctuation, people only feel their own insignificance. This is the smallness that man feels before heaven and earth.

Feeling your own insignificance, all that's left is calm. Like the calm of a fish in the boundless ocean with nothing. Feeling this strange fluctuation of magic in deep meditation, Asa unconsciously indulged in it, and actually fell asleep.

Whether it was Sandru or any other necromancer, if they knew that someone could actually fall asleep on the way to cultivating what they considered to be the supreme holy scriptures, they would probably vomit blood in anger. But Asa not only fell asleep, but also fell asleep deeply, and had a dream.

In his dreams, he seemed to have climbed the endless peaks of Mount Sandface, overlooking everything in heaven and earth. The ground is colorless, neither black nor white nor transparent, and you can see that it is the earth, but you can't tell the color. Then the radiant sun shone brightly, and the light fell to the ground and turned into a vibrant emerald green, and countless verdant greens slowly began to surge and gather, and gradually this vibrant green became more and more active, becoming waves of the earth, and the whole earth became a turquoise ocean, beating and dancing with vitality and vitality. The leap became more and more intense, and finally it became boiling, and the green became deeper and deeper, from light green at the beginning to emerald green, and then from emerald green to dark green, dark green, and some of the places that beat the most violently actually became black.

Eventually, all the colors on the ground slowly turned black. The sea of life has become a boiling sewage.

Countless leaping blacks gathered and transformed into the shape of a sword. Then the weapon, which was darker than darkness, as if it had been condensed from an all-engulfing black hole, jumped up and pierced into the earth with an indescribable sound. There is no exact definition of the sound, it encompasses screaming, collapsing, rotting, tearing, burning...... It was the sound of death.

Then the earth fell silent, and all the blackness had dissipated. Heaven is still heaven, and earth is still earth. This mountain is still this mountain.

After a long time, the same situation reappeared. It was the same green glow of the sun that made the earth fluctuate, then it turned black again, and then it was calm again...... This scene repeats itself over and over again, as if the sun rises and sets. In this way, Asa repeatedly overlooked it all with the top of the mountain. There was an inexplicable sadness in my heart.

I don't know how many times I watched it, but these scenes slowly blended together, and time and space were blurred in the dream. I only saw light, green, darkness, life and death intertwined and swirled, and then this moving scene dissolved into my body. Asa felt as if what he had just seen was not a scene, but his own body, his own life. All the scenery continues to rotate and alternate in his body, as if there is no end to it......

I don't know how long it took for Asa to be woken up by the sound of small footsteps. He subconsciously sat up on his own, and then he was surprised to find that his body had recovered a lot. Although he was still weak, his injuries had healed, and the flow of magic was completely smooth. It stands to reason that even with white magic healing, it will take a long time to recover like this.

The footsteps were the sound of thick pads of flesh falling on the rocks, and they were rapid, accompanied by wheezing. Could it be a very small juvenile Beamon Asa who didn't have time to think before he saw a faint light, and it was fire. There were two turquoise eyes next to them, and those were werewolf eyes.

"Great....well....well..., you're ..... still alive..... Alkin's excited voice rang out, probably because he was so excited that he stuttered even more. He ran from a distance with a small torch.

Asa's excitement and joy were no less than his. Did the werewolf appear here, could it be that he had already stepped out of the Sandface Mountains? He tried to open his mouth to speak, but found that he was so weak that he could not control his mouth and tongue. He had reflexively used all his strength to sit up just now. Although the damage in his body has recovered, all the energy in his body has been consumed, and he is now about the same as a completely empty cloth pocket, and he can't even support himself.

It was in the light of the torches that Asa could faintly see the whole cave. This is actually a huge cave with a width of more than 100 meters and a height of tens of meters, and what it is lying on is just a gap in the corner. Not far away was a large pile of bones that looked like a hill. This is indeed a Beamon's cave.

Alkin came and lifted Asa on the ground and carried him on his back. Then there was a ruffle of footsteps outside, and three more werewolves came running in, and they walked to the place where Asa had just laved, and carried five pockets. Asa then noticed that it was actually the raw ore they had worked so hard to collect, and there were several Beamon's nails next to it, which should have been killed by Taniguchi from the huge size.

Altyn ran out of the cave, and Asa buried his face in the fur on his back and closed his eyes. Even so, when he first walked out of the cave, the sunlight still pierced Asa's eyes with tears.

Then he heard the heavy footsteps of other werewolves running back and forth, and the wheezing of Kodomon. Altyn seems to have put him on a Kodomon. By the time the werewolves had lifted everything, and then there was a violent jolt and the clumsy footsteps of the two Kodomon, and the two beasts began to run desperately.

A cool, sweet taste flows into the mouth, diluted honey. The incomparably delicious sensation made the taste buds in the mouth and the masseter muscles on both sides begin to twitch. Based on his previous experience, this was the result of not eating or drinking for at least four days.

The chirping of an eagle echoed in the air. Asa was in shock, it seemed that this place was still in the Sandface Mountains. But what about the other werewolves? Why haven't the raw mines been sent out yet? The point is that the huge and bulky beast of Kodomon is simply a living bait that attracts eagle owls and Beamon, and should never enter the mountains.

The effect of the honey water on the weakened physical strength was immediate, and the eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and Asa slowly opened his eyes. Three eagle owls could be seen swooping down with a huge sound of wind. The majestic body of the Sandface Mountains still surrounds the ground and the sky, and here it is still in the valley.

Two werewolves on each of the two Kodo beasts joined forces to raise a huge crossbow arrow. This kind of thing that requires two werewolves to be able to use reluctantly is the equipment used for defense on the city walls, not so much a crossbow as a ballista. Both the range and the power are enough to deal with this huge bird of prey.

The werewolf took aim at the two eagle owls and pulled the trigger, and the huge arrows that pierced through the steel shield screamed out.

An eagle owl was pierced by a crossbow bolt directly through the chest and abdomen, falling straight through the air. Another one, with its superb agility and reflexes, narrowly avoided it, leaving a large handful of feathers and blood foam behind a scream, and turned around and rushed into the clouds again.

Dropping the ballista, Alkin and three other werewolves picked up the flail and meteor hammer to guard the last eagle. But the last eagle seemed to hesitate when it looked at the death and wounding of its companion, turned around and rose again in the air, and followed the wounded companion.

"Hurry up. After a maximum of an hour they will bring a flock of eagle owls and perhaps a ptarmigan. Asa said to Alkin with difficulty. "What happened to the others? What the hell is going on, why haven't you taken the raw ore away after so many days?"

"Don't worry, no....problem. The others....are waiting outside...."The werewolf whipped the whip and slammed it on the head of the Kodomon, leaving a trail of blood, and the Kodomon howled and ran faster. This is still the mouth of the valley where Beamon was slain, and the huge blood stains and trenches that have turned black in front of him are still there, but only some huge skeletons remain of Beamon's corpse.

There is no doubt that the werewolves chose the right time to enter the valley. It was midday, and Kodomon ran out of the valley without a hitch. But Asa's mood was not easy. Although it doesn't seem like this has become the territory of other Beamons, the sound and smell of Kodomon are enough for Beamon from other places to follow. There are no more of those two Behemoths here, and the other Beimon will chase these prey without hesitation.

The werewolf whipped the Kodomon desperately, and if it was ordinary livestock such as cattle and horses, I am afraid that it would have fallen apart under the strength of the werewolf's arm. The Kodo beast howled, its four thick legs flicking desperately, its crust peeling and fleshing open, and white foam spilling all the way from its mouth. But even so, the hulking herbivore couldn't even keep up with half the speed of Beamon. And this kind of running method will definitely not last long.

Sure enough, if you go all out and don't run out of twenty miles, the two Kodo beasts are about to die. But at this time, Asa saw two Kodommon waiting quietly in front of him. Lizardman Vester rode on it and waved at them.

Running in front of the two relay Kodomon, the werewolves quickly moved Asa and all the cargo. Altyn lay on the ground and listened carefully, then jumped on the Kodomon and whipped it. Asa looked at the two Kodomon foaming at the ground and asked, "What about those two?"

"No.. Yes. There are three more than ....mong....are coming... Give them food..."Alkin's voice was not clear in the jolting of the run. Asa still understood that the two Kodo beasts were originally food for Beamon. There are only thirty or forty of these half-orc-domesticated big guys, so two of them were sacrificed in order to stop Beamon's footsteps, and according to the speed at which werewolves whipped these two heads, these two were also a feast booked for Beamon and Thunderbird.

"It's not dead. Good. West looked at Asa and nodded expressionlessly. The lizardmen speak more than they emot, but that's only relative to nothing. This 'good' is already very rare.

"It's fine. Asa smiled wryly and nodded. If it's okay after this round of running, then it should be out of the most dangerous area, at least it's unlikely that the Beamons will chase it out.

Alkin made an ugly look at him and said, "I'm sorry. Put you too... Drop it there. Is that... Luken means. Because... We bring....no. ”

"You can't bring it, what did you bring with you? Even the raw ore was left there. ”

"Two... Newly born... Beamon. Altyn said with a hideous-looking expression.