The sunlight broke through the blockade of the distant mountaintops, and life was scattered into the valley with the light. A few ferns that are unique to the area slowly spread their leaves, hoping to get as much of this precious sunlight as possible, and even the mushrooms in the crevices of the rocks seem to speed up their growth. Two or three grey bag beasts came out of nowhere and probed around, and as soon as they saw the Beamon on the edge of the boulder, they immediately fled.

But if they had enough discernment, they could tell that it was actually just a corpse of Gu Beamon, and a rather mutilated corpse. The fur, which was difficult to damage even with the sharpest swords, was already full of holes, revealing the dead gray muscles inside, and even the extremely strong and huge claws had broken several times.

Asa jumped on top of Beamon and sat down cross-legged and meditated through the meditation from beginning to end. When his mind was as clear as water and his mental state was at its best, he slowly poured all his mana into Beamon's body.

He had to be extremely careful, this Beamon's puppet corpse was already the key to whether they could get out of here. Although he has been very careful in the past two days, because of the repeated magic catalysts and controls, the internal structure of this Beamon is actually very fragile, and if there is a slight mistake in the corpse control technique, it will immediately rot into a mass of rotten flesh. And with their current state and strength, they can no longer hunt one to make a puppet corpse, and he really doesn't have the confidence to make another one.

Asa's head was drenched with sweat. To manipulate a puppet corpse with a huge, strong body like Beamon, the mana required and the mental power required to control it are not at all comparable to manipulating other corpses. If it is made into a zombie, it is naturally easier, but the time of the zombie cannot last, and the speed of the significant decline in combat power is extremely slow, and it is undoubtedly a waste if it can't keep up with the speed of the team. So he had to make this kind of puppet corpse that was much more complex, but could fully exert its combat power and be more durable.

Finally, Beamon's body moved. Asa breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off. Finally it worked. But today is definitely the last day, and tomorrow this huge corpse may not even be left with bones under the corroding of necromantic magic. He slowly opened his mouth and said to the werewolf who had been standing next to him to help protect the Dharma, "Within today, we must get out of the valley. ”

"Yes. I know. Werewolf Lucan nodded. This is a very young, strong, and intelligent werewolf, with yellow-white fur, and a pair of more aura eyes that are not like those of his kind, but more inclined to humans, and in terms of intelligence alone, he can be considered intelligent even among humans. What made Asa even more strange was that although he still spoke with the strange tone of a werewolf, he was already very fluent, and this was not just because he was smart.

Asa didn't ask why. Here, all the energy and planning is about how to survive in the next moment. He sighed and looked up at the towering peaks that stood between heaven and earth, where no one could see the whole picture, and thick clouds hovered on the mountainside, above which should be higher snow-white ice peaks. And what else is up there is no one knows.

In the cracks of the most majestic, magical and dangerous peaks of these continents, no life seems so small and powerless. Whether it's himself or the werewolf next to him, even Beamon, who lives here, is the same. Looking at the mountains that seemed to support the endless firmament, Asa had this feeling of awe for the first time in his life.

That is true reverence from the soul, reverence for heaven and earth. Those who have been here will appreciate how powerless and ridiculous the shrines are enshrined, and even if there are gods in this world, they will only live on the top of that peak.

The faint chirping of gold and iron in the clouds, mingled with the ubiquitous sound of the wind, was the main theme that could be heard everywhere in the Sandface Mountains. Asa listened attentively, it should have been just two or three eagles and not a terrible thunderbird. He gestured to Lucan.

The werewolf closed his eyes, his furry pointed ears parted to the sides, and estimated the direction and angle of their flight by sound, then nodded and said, "About a thousand meters high, heading northwest." ”

Asa sighed and waved his hand, "Let's go." He wished it was the last time he heard the sound of these giant birds. Every day here, they are attacked by these birds of prey, which are as fearsome as the Wyverns, and only Beamon's puppet corpses can cope with them. On that day, the team searching for ore on the mountainside inevitably had a battle with a thunderbird surrounded by blue-white lightning lightning. Although he was eventually killed, and more than a dozen feathers containing magic were obtained from his neck, he paid a heavy price for one werewolf and six lizardmen.

It's a pity that this kind of alien beast with innate magic power in its body can't be transformed into a puppet corpse, otherwise with its unique light and momentum, it can discourage other eagles just like Beamon's corpse scaring off the ash bag beast. And the corpse of the transformed eagle eagle is never daring. An eagle owl that indiscriminately violates its airspace and carries other animals on its back may attract dozens of its own kind to attack. So that's the only way they can continue to move outward, step by step.

Lucan led the others out from under the two boulders, ready to move on. But then there was bad news again. The ogre's injuries had worsened, and even the lizardman's tenacious vitality could no longer support his body to walk. The ribs the thickness of an arm had long since been shattered, and a few wounds that were almost as deep as the internal organs, although they had healed a little under the healing magic, were still rapidly draining the ogre's energy and vitality. If it hadn't been for the steel armor that was more than an inch thick at the time, his huge, sturdy body would have been much like a pile of tatters under Beamon's claws.

Asa groaned for a moment and ordered: "Let him take off his armor and throw away his weapons." ”

After throwing away nearly 1,000 pounds of steel armor and maces, the badly injured ogre was carried on his back by Beamon's puppet corpse. But for this, they also had to abandon a small bag of raw ore, perhaps containing the magic jade and the eye of the stars.

"I admire your decision, even though it may not be a good one. Werewolf Luken walked with a small bag of raw ore on his back and whispered in Assa's ear. A small piece of Star Eye and Demon Jade can be said to be priceless, and it is still unknown whether the ogre will be saved or not.

Asa shook his head and said lightly, "Cedros should also want to be able to get out of here as much as possible." ”

Four ogres, six werewolves, ten lizardmen, each of these orcs who entered the depths of the Sandface Mountains was the elite of the clan, the warriors. Such a dozen or so people can already be regarded as a significant force in the Oufu army. Now there are only two ogres, two werewolves, and one lizardman left. It's less than half of what it was when I came in, and it's all hurt and tired. But because of this, every orc who can pass the test of life and death during this period of time and get out of here will be the elite of the elite, the warrior of the warriors, and this is the real wealth of Oufu. And more importantly, this choice in this case will strengthen a mutual cohesion, which Cedros has always attached great importance to, and this invisible power has a very profound impact on Oufu, which cannot be measured by a few magic gems.

There is another reason that only Asa himself knows. The ogre's injuries and the losses of other orcs were actually due to his misjudgment. He really wants to be able to get out of here with one more person.

Werewolf Lucan nodded. I don't know if I agree or understand the real meaning behind this.

Another werewolf and a decent ogre gave him an emotional look, and it was Altyn and Will. And the last lizardman, Vest, sighed.

Although we don't have much time and mood to communicate with each other these days, the experience between life and death makes each other familiar with each other faster. None of them spoke, they just walked silently with their backs, and it was enough for their expressions and eyes to understand each other.

Asa spreads out the map. It was drawn by Gru in great detail, clearly marking the topography of the front end of the valley and every water source, as well as the beasts that infested it. If Asa hadn't decided to go too deep in the valley and climbed up the mountainside to an area outside the map, he wouldn't have hurt so many people. Of course, there will not be such a big gain. That's the most out of Sandface ever and almost as much as the previous decades combined

The Sandface Mountains are rich in magical ingredients, whether they are processed and used directly or crafted into magical weapons, armor and props, all of which are the best that people can dream of. But with great wealth comes great danger with it. Even the mysterious Diya Valley and Negan's underground labyrinth were dimmed in front of these majestic peaks, and no one dared to deny that the mountains that stood abruptly in the northern part of the wild highlands were the most dangerous places on the continent.

There are strange weather conditions where thunderstorms and ice hurricanes can occur at any time, extremely treacherous living environments where there is almost no food and water sources for humans to eat, and Beamon and Thunderbird are the most dangerous and aggressive animals on the continent, and even the strongest warriors are vulnerable and powerless in front of these raging animals. And the abundance of magical deposits in the mountains has caused the entire region to be perpetually filled with chaotic magical fluctuations, and even lower-level mages cannot use magic here. Because of such a sinister environment, there are so few magical ingredients that can be brought out of here over the years, but more and more people are dying here and becoming food for beasts.

This time, Oufu's operation has been painstaking. In order to guard against the Necromantic Guild, it was impossible for Gru to leave Orfo for a long time, so he had to let Asa lead this selected team of orcs with the best equipment and supplies to set off from Orfu and enter the depths of the mountains after a long journey. Only these orcs, who are extremely capable of surviving in the wild, can stay as long as possible in this hostile environment.

And Asa made a strange discovery after coming here, and I don't know if it was because of the Dark Meditation or because of the leaves of the World Tree, his magic was not affected much here. According to Cedros, no matter how powerful a magician is using magic here, he will be disturbed a lot, but Asa doesn't feel it at all. So he made a bold decision on the fly: to explore places that even Gru had not explored, not only in the valley, but also to climb the mountain. The things that are easy to find in the valley have long been searched by treasure hunters for so many years.

The reason why he dared to be so bold was because he was confident in his necromantic magic. As long as you can kill one Beamon, you can make it easier to kill other Beamons after crafting them into corpse golems, and then make them into corpse golems, and then continue to grow.....

It wasn't until later that Asa realized that he was too confident and careless. His self-confidence almost wiped out the entire team.

Although Beamon is quite resistant to magic, it is much easier to deal with it if he uses toxin magic or the vampire knife made by Sandru. Unfortunately, the vitality of creatures killed by necromancy has mutated, and it is impossible to make corpse golems. With the help of a few Grey Sack Golems, the team fought a Beamon, killing a lizardman and wounding an ogre, and finally killed Beamon, who was only a cub.

Facing the baby beast of Beamon, Asa used the corpse control technique to make it, but it only turned the corpse into a puddle of mud. This time, Asa thought it was an accident caused by a momentary unproficiency in this kind of corpse. But when he failed for the third time, Asa was horrified to find that he was not capable of making a corpse puppet of such a huge creature.

His mana is indeed abundant, and the level of necromancy is not low. But he forgot that his abundant magic came from outside, and that necromancy had progressed so rapidly because of the help of Dark Meditation, and that what he lacked was the proficiency and delicate sense of a true caster's manipulation of magic, which was the essence of magic, accumulated by time and experience.

He can craft and control hundreds of crows, as well as a few grey sacks that are taller and stronger than bears. But when he faced Beamon, whose body was almost a hill and whose body was full of vitality, he realized his naivety. With his magic control ability, which was not much higher than that of a magic apprentice, he could not fully control the huge power in his body. Necromancy is very subtle magic, and a slight mistake can lead to the failure of magic. And in terms of Beamon's size and strength, even if Sandru himself took action, he would probably only be able to control three or four corpse golems.

After several failed attempts to make a puppet corpse, the combat effectiveness and number of troops gradually weakened to the point where they could no longer fight Beamon. The last battle with the adult Beamon left everyone wounded, and the strongest ogre, Crolin, was dying, and Asa was almost in despair. I don't know if it was luck or an explosion in desperation, Asa finally made the Beamon into a puppet corpse. Then it relied on it as the main force, resisting the attacks of the eagle eagle and other Beamon every day, and finally gradually collected four pockets of raw ore on the mountainside.

At least judging by the results, his plan did succeed. But Asa was not happy in the slightest. The death of so many orcs can be said to be because of his misjudgment, those are the elites of Oufu, the heroes of the clan. And he couldn't forget that a werewolf and an ogre were actually torn to pieces by Beamon's giant claws to cover him.

On the way down the mountain, Asa found several scattered corpses that had been dead for an unknown number of years, and there was actually another bag of raw ore next to the corpses. Those who can go deep into the mountains of Sandface are definitely the top powerhouses. From the high-level magic ornaments, weapons and staff on the corpses, it is clear that it should be a well-assembled and indeed strong team, perhaps they were still famous figures when they were alive, but it is a pity that here, these heroes, who carry many stories and legends, die as quietly as the rats in the gutter.

From these corpses, Asa obtained not only a bag of raw ore, but also two pieces of magic leather armor and some small magic equipment such as bracers and boots. These are high-end items of great value, and most importantly, there are two well-preserved magic scrolls. It's a good thing he's using right now.

Looking at the map carefully, Asa took all the factors into account, deliberated over and over again, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the marks on the map, at the current speed, it will probably be just enough to reach Taniguchi at noon.

It was a small gap between the two mountains, the entrance to the deepest part of the Sandface Mountains, and the only exit they could now reach. As long as you get out of that valley pass, you are out of the most dangerous area of Sandface Mountain, and the possibility of the Thunderbird and Beamon Behemoth appearing is very small. After another day or so, they will be in the safe zone, where backup supplies are waiting for them.

At noon, when the wind is at its lowest, it is the only chance to get out of the valley. At any other time, Taniguchi's strong winds mixed with debris of ice could even blow a werewolf into the air. When they entered the valley at night, Asa and the werewolves and the lizardmen were blown in, and one of the lizardmen was unlucky and fell directly to the rocks by a turbulent current and became a lizard meatloaf.

But noon was also the time when Beamon was at its most active, and Asa remembered that Taniguchi was supposed to be an area where an adult giant beast was active. Late summer is the time when the continent's fiercest, most dangerous, and most aggressive beasts do their best to feed. It's impossible to sneak away from Beamon, no matter how you hide your tracks, the smell of this group can definitely attract that adult Beamon. The smell of werewolves and ogres is to Beamon, who is tired of the rough meat of the Grey Sacksman, what the greasy aroma of roast chicken and goose is to a man who has eaten a month's worth of green vegetables and turnips.

A true adult behemoth with a completely gray coat. This is represented as a large red dot on Gru's map, which is the largest and most striking distinctive sign on a map with all black lines. It can be seen that even Gru, who drew the map, is quite concerned about the danger here.

But Asa wasn't terribly worried. This was already the last battle in the valley, and the two scrolls that were the last resort could be used without any scruples. It was a white magic 'Paralysis' and a fire-based 'Fire Bomb'. The scrolls were carefully wrapped in specially treated magical parchment by the adventurers, and even now that the corpses of their masters had turned to ashes, they were still undamaged and fully usable.

From these two scrolls, it can be seen that the adventurers were indeed extraordinary in their lifetime, and they even possessed such a rare good product as the paralysis scroll. Although this spell is not top-notch, it is necessary to transcribe it into a scroll that can be sent instantaneously at any time, and according to Asa's knowledge, only Bishop Ronis has such a practice. And the church has always strictly forbidden clergy to transcribe white magic into scrolls, and it is really difficult for a cardinal to violate the ban and quietly make such things, so this kind of good thing is really hard to come by. And in order to ensure the effect of this precious scroll, the magic materials used to draw the scroll are definitely as advanced as possible. It's just that in terms of rarity and rarity, this scroll is probably worth as much as a Star Eye.

As for the 'Fire Bomb', although this kind of scroll can be bought with money, there are not many top-level fire-type mages on this continent, and for this kind of top-level scroll that is extremely troublesome to make and will slightly damage the mana, each person can only make a few at most a year. And there are very few wealthy people who want to own this kind of scroll that can blow up a city wall, so the price is usually extremely high.

Asa was even a little looking forward to the appearance of the Beamon beast, because after killing it, he would be able to get out of this hellish place. And being able to use this kind of high-grade scroll is a rare luxury for yourself. If the situation allows, you can use just one to solve the battle. Touching the knife behind his back, Asa unconsciously smiled for the first time in so many days. Success was in sight, and indeed the last battle, and he could have no worries.

The progress of the troops was as Asa had expected. And there really weren't any accidents on the way. It was not yet noon, and when the wind began to weaken, they were already in front of the valley.

This gap between the mountains looks like an empty place in other places. It is more than a mile wide and more than five miles long, in the shape of a funnel at the bottom facing the valley, and on both sides are cliffs thousands of meters high, and the rocks are strangely raised and concave everywhere. Due to the peculiar climate and topography of the Sandface Mountains, strong winds blow into the valley every day except at noon. The already strong wind force was squeezed by the funnel-shaped terrain of Taniguchi, and in the narrowest place, it evolved into a violent air current that could blow people into the sky like straw, and became a natural barrier that sent people in and refused to get out.

Seeing the exit not far away, every orc was excited. After walking on the brink of death for so many days, I could see my companion transform into a corpse almost every day, and now the exit was in front of me. The lizardman West, who was still relatively energetic, let out a strange scream.

Asa was not excited. As a leader, although he is a leader who has made major mistakes, he must also be sober and vigilant at all times. Standing in such a strong upwind, their scent can waft tens of meters away in the valley.

Sure enough, Assa's sensitive senses saw that the ground began to tremble slightly. Then the ears of both werewolves were pricked up.