Siegel followed into the rain, then to the big house and found a corner to stand. This time there were a lot of people in the room, mercenaries and knights. On the table in the center, the food and drinks that had been on the table had been removed, and now a mercenary lay on it, and everyone pointed at him. Although the mercenary's hands and feet were still shaking, a damp and cold aura emanated from his body, like a dead man. Siegel saw that his lips had turned purple, his eyes were gray, and his fingernails were black, as if he had read about this in a book, and it was inseparable from the power of the necromancy.

Everyone was looking for the cause of this man's death, but there were no obvious injuries on his body. Someone in the room had already taken off his armor and rummaged through it inch by inch. It took a while for a needle to be found in the man's heel, the only wound on his body. The wound was neither bleeding nor red or swollen, so it was difficult to spot.

"Who brought him back?" asked Sir Bill.

He came out of his own accord and fell near the entrance of the cave. A big man with a hooked nose said, "We have been waiting here for twenty days, and the four groups of people sent in have not been heard from except for the third group who have returned alive after getting lost." You say this prince ......."

"The prince must wait, or who will give the rest of the gold coins?" said a thin man sitting by the fire in the corner, and then continued to warm his hands by the fire. It could be seen that he was already sick, cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, his snot was hanging long, and his body was constantly swaying back and forth.

"Damn, you rat can't hurry up and eat something? Everyone is a ration of food, how much can you hide? What's the use of being hungry all day long?" Eagle Hook Nose said: "If the prince doesn't come out, will he still wait here for the rest of his life? Leave the money to buy high-priced grain on the grassland, it is better to divide it directly, and everyone will go to the south to live happily." The damn rain isn't going to end!"

But his words did not resonate, and the knights with the family coat of arms looked him up and down with cautious and distant eyes. Abandon the master and run away with the money, which is enough to be charged with beheading. Only untrustworthy mercenaries would do this, and even in the mercenary world, such behavior would be reviled against.

But he still said to himself: "The prince wants to find the ancient treasures, well, let's serve him, but we didn't give him his life." Where birds don't lay eggs, there's nothing but food that's getting worse and worse. It's nice to have a!

"Enough, Mance, shut your foul mouth. "Thorwood, the sword of rage, is a knight of great martial arts, under the banner of a sword-wielding eagle. He stood up and slammed his fist on the table: "You mercenary who got into the eye of money, a guy who doesn't speak of faith. If you dare to go, I will personally drag you out of the mud nest, put a noose, and hang you on the city wall!"

"Fart! If you have the ability, you can take a rope now, Lao Tzu's neck is here. Mance pulled his neck and brushed his beard away, revealing his wet throat. He then slapped the table so hard that even the corpse on it shook violently. "Lao Tzu told you the truth, it is impossible to wait here until winter comes! There is no food to sell to you in the grassland at that time, and if you don't leave this place, you will either freeze to death or starve to death! You nobles have a magical basket, but we don't have it. When you're hungry, it's up to you to see whose sword is sharper, not the size of your title!"

"We still have enough provisions. Sir Bill stood up, squeezed between Mance and Thorwood, and said, "I am both a mercenary and a baron, but these two roles are of little use. I only know people who can't even fulfill their promises, no one will believe his words, and no one will follow him. ”

He pushed the two of them back, first to Thorwood, and said, "We serve His Highness and fear for his safety. But no one knows what is going on in the cave, and entering it is a life and death. In the future, except for voluntarily, no one can be allowed to go in to explore the way. ”

"These mercenaries are all paid...... "Thorwood said with his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes wide with anger, and he pointed his arm at Mance.

"You also have an oath to His Royal Highness, and they only have money. Is money more responsible than an oath?" Sir Bill pressed his arm, "You can only go into the cave if you want to." ”

"As long as you spend a lot of money, there will always be volunteers. Sowood didn't admit defeat, but he didn't dwell on it either. Then Sir Bill said to Mance, "On the way here, you also saw the cavalry on the steppe that retreated under the king's banner, and we can only reach it." How many people can you take on your own to get out? If you don't have a prince and an earl, you won't even be able to reach the Mingshui Fortress, and do you want to go to the Black Blood Castle?"

"Lao Tzu can also kill it. "Mance was not to be outdone.

"Who will take care of your back after dark? Can you trust those who go with you? If you can break your contract once, you won't worry about a second time? Now that you're here, there's only one way to leave together. Sir Bill patted him on the shoulder and said, "I can give you a thousand words, and you will have all kinds of reasons, but in fact, you know in your heart that withdrawing at this time is tantamount to giving up the previous efforts, and your income may only decline, not improve a little." ”

Then he turned to look at everyone and said, "Have hope and faith." His Royal Highness the Prince and the Earl are all under the protection of the Dawn Guard, and the court mage is by their side, and their strength is much stronger than all the people here combined. They have another endless basket and plenty of weaponry......" Before Sir Bill could finish speaking, the naked man lying on the table suddenly sat up, his eyes wide open, his tongue hanging from his mouth, and the sound of "Boom" in his throat. Everyone was startled and hurriedly stepped back. The corpse raised its hand, rolled to the ground, and crawled in the direction of Mance. The strong man with the hooked nose screamed, and actually retreated, bumped into his companion behind him, and forgot to take out his weapon.

"Rubbish!" Thorwood drew his sword and was the first to rush forward, but the corpse burrowed under the table and hid under the tablecloth, avoiding the sword and everyone's sight. Naked corpses are becoming more agile and crawling much faster than the average human. Sir Bill jumped onto the table, sword in both hands held high above the top, waiting for the moment when the corpse crawled out from under the table.

"Is this a zombie or what?" someone shouted, "Quick, get my crossbow!

"It's a ghoul. Siegel spoke, leaving everyone stunned for a moment. "In terms of action, it should be a ghoul, but this transformation is too fast. Siegel said as he pulled out the sticks of wood that were burning under the stove. He chanted a spell that allowed the energy of magic to fuel the fire, instantly bringing out the brightness and heat of the sticks. He then threw the fireball under the table from near the gate. "Pay attention to the direction inside the table, the fire will force him out!"

The flames frightened the ghoul, and the monster crawled out of the table screaming, its limbs swinging rapidly, like a sheep being chased by a cheetah. Despite its speed, everyone was prepared, and in an instant several weapons were inserted into the monster's body, nailing it to the ground in one click, chopping it up twice and knocking it into meat sauce three times. Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"This place is so weird. "I remember that the first wave of people who went in to explore the path all died of the disease, but luckily the bodies burned in time and did not spread the infection," Mance said. Then the prince disappeared again, and the rest of the people either lost their memory and came back, or what became of them...... Ghoul. I don't know what will happen next!"

In such a situation, it is impossible to raise morale by saying anything. And Mance's performance just now also made it difficult for him to win over the mercenaries to leave together. So everyone parted, the mercenaries continued to dig ditches, and the knights hid in the house to discuss a fruitless countermeasure. But everyone looked at Siegel a few more times as they left, and kept in mind that he was a magician guy. Everyone was friendly and smiling at him. Especially the mercenaries, they are even more practical, and they almost didn't come up to call them brothers.

Sir Bill tells Siegel to follow, and the two go back to where Janet and Jeff cooked. The kitten's smiling face made Siegel much happier, and having hot food on his plate made his stomach feel a little more comfortable. But when he thinks of the appearance of ghouls, there is always a haze in Siegel's heart. Ghouls are a very common type of monster among the undead in the Mage's Guild collection, and they can easily appear in groups due to their ability to transform the corpse into another ghoul after biting the corpse. Many mages who specialize in the undead use spells to transform ghouls, but Siegel has never seen any record of transformation through a pinhole wound on the back of a foot.

Jazz let out a long sigh and told Siegel the whole story. "There are several things that emperors also covet, such as power and eternal life, and His Highness is convinced that there are both in this cave. After the attack on the Cloak Avenue, His Highness reunited with the court mage and headed to Waterdeep City, where he led his team. As a vassal of Count Todd, I am responsible for managing the trivial affairs of the team, especially those related to mercenaries. Sir paused, stroked his beard, hesitated for a moment, and then said to Siegel: "I have also heard the conversation between His Highness and the Earl, and I have heard the legends of the natives, so I have a suspicion that perhaps His Royal Highness thinks that this is the place where the Dragon's Horn and the Fountain of Youth are located." ”

"That's all a legend of the countryside, don't you believe it?" Siegel carefully chose the wording: "Isn't it recorded many times in history that the horn that controls the dragon and the spring that preserves eternal youth are all called deceptions?"