There are a lot of dangers in the volcanic passages, and most of them are hidden in seemingly ordinary natural environments. It's a place where ice and fire meet, and there's always something very extreme. You might think that the melting snow overhead would be cold and refreshing, but there's a good chance it's been heated to the point where it can burn people. The ground beneath your feet, in some places is just lava that has calmed down temporarily, and the surface looks very solid, but stepping on it will roast the whole foot. They also have to be careful with loose stones, where intermittent shaking of the volcano widens the cracks between the rocks, both with their hands and feet. The air here is the most dangerous killer, and if you take the wrong breath, the toxins inside will kill you. The two of them would rather be burned, and they also took off their shirts and covered their faces to cover their mouths and noses.

Salamanders hunt for fire elementals at the bottom of the pit, which is a joyous game for them. But any of them only had to look up to see two sneaky shadows moving upward. Compared to the monotonous taste of the fire elemental, flesh and blood food is more popular with salamanders. They will not hesitate to hunt, and Siegel and the others have little way to resist.

The higher you go, the cooler the air becomes, the rocks around you are no longer too hot to touch, and the soles of your feet feel much better. I don't know how long it will take for the two to be discovered, how far can the two of them run? Siegel tries not to think about these things, and to focus on what is to be done at hand. Watch out for air disturbances and beware of toxic smoke, Siegel constantly reminds himself that even if he is holding it hard, he must breathe little by little, and he can't inhale heavily.

A salamander was knocked over by the fire elemental's struggle, just in time to see the two people advancing against the wall. The first thing it did when it straightened up was to raise its head and scream. The salamanders all spotted the two stowaways and chased after them on all fours. Compared to elemental creatures, flesh and blood are more appealing.

With what is in hand, it is impossible to defeat this group of salamanders in any case, and running on mountain roads is not their opponent. Siegel was on the verge of despair. At this time, the mountain suddenly shook, and debris continued to fall from the mountain wall. The lava at the bottom of the pit began to boil, and the constantly bulging bubbles blew the magma high. The salamanders looked at each other and argued with each other, but eventually decided to turn around and flee into the cavern passage at the bottom of the pit, leaving only the fire elementals dancing happily in the lava. Siegel wasn't in the mood to appreciate the dance, and even though it was his first time seeing a volcano, he knew something bad was going to happen.

"Humph!" the orc shouted, and began to run wildly, with Siegel close behind. At this time, he no longer bothered to think about why this "just right" earthquake happened, and even if there was a big doubt in his heart, Siegel knew that the most important thing was to get out of here quickly in order to survive. The ground shook more and more violently under their feet, and many erupting vents appeared in the mountain wall, increasing from the bottom up. As long as it is sprayed, it can kill both the temperature and the toxin. Siegel hurriedly pulled out the fat, which was only the size of two fingernails, and could only be used to release a light body technique. This and the inferior material can make the spell unstable, which is already energy-consuming, and even harder to maintain on the run. Siegel took a deep breath and knew he only had one chance.

He stopped, concentrating all his attention on the spell and perceiving fluctuations in magical energy. The surrounding fire elementals had an effect on his spell casting, but the strong eruption of air increased the vitality of the air elementals, which was the only good news. When the Volcano's Throat began to roar with earth-shattering roars, even the sound of Siegel chanting a spell was completely muffled. The fat is depleted, and the spell is barely completed. The air elemental elf happily wrapped around Siegel's limbs, supporting his armpits, increasing the mage's speed in all directions - even for a moment.

Siegel chased after him in a few steps, there was no resistance from the wind, only assistance, this is the power of magic. Poison gas will not come close, because it is something that only the purest air can approach, and toxins and acids are both products of the earth, not vassals of the air element. The hum orc stumbled forward, he took a puff of poisonous smoke and nearly lost consciousness, and now he was completely supported by his strong will and physical fitness. Siegel caught up with him, reached out and grabbed the cellmate, dragging him forward.

This behavior caused the spell energy to drain faster, but the mage didn't care. He calculated that he would have enough time to get out of the crater before the spell failed. But at this time, the volcano suddenly made a strong tremor, and the whole mountain shook up and down, left and right. The two men were thrown up and slammed into the rocks. The passage in front of them collapsed, and the last stretch of the road turned into a cliff, and at this time they were still ten meters vertical from the exit.

"Can you climb it?" Siegel surveyed the rock face, which was full of holes and protruding rocks, and there was plenty of room to relax. His light body technique is still there, and there is no problem climbing here, the only thing to worry about is the orcs.

Under the influence of the poisonous smoke, the condition of the half-orc was very bad, his eyes were blurred, his head was dangling, and his consciousness was obviously not very clear. Siegel patted him in the face, only to make him barely focus. There's no time to waste, Siegel thought, and he has to figure out something as soon as possible. He took out the chain that bound the door and circled it around the orc's armpit, the other end around his waist.

As for the idea of leaving the orcs behind, it only flashed through his mind and did not cause the slightest wave.

Siegel climbed up first, Hum Ke followed, and they only climbed three meters before they noticed the problem. There are plenty of places to settle down on the mountain walls, but there are few safe support points. In the earthquakes caused by the volcanoes, the structure of rock and ash has long been unstable. It may have been able to support the spiral passage before, but this last tremor also made the mountain extremely unstable. Siegel grabbed the rocks several times, and stepped on a large amount of gravel under his feet, and he couldn't stand steadily. This is still an effect that can only be achieved with the help of light body techniques, if it is a half-orc to climb, it is not surprising that something will definitely happen, and at that time, Siegel will be asked to bear the weight of two people. The mage doesn't think he has that good climbing ability.

Siegel jumped back onto the aisle, pulling out a few strands of his own hair as the orcs looked at him quizzically. If you have spider silk as the casting material, that's ideal, and you don't have to endure the pain of plucking. However, the stickiness of the spider silk can affect the final result that Siegel wants, and the hair may work wonders.

"Well, this can't be called spider webs, it can only be called a headband......" Siegel rubbed his aching head and rubbed his hair in his hands. He mobilized the magical energy around him, carefully transforming the elements of the spell, and trying to maintain the stability of the spell structure. It only took three seconds for the spell to fail, but Siegel understood what the spell lacked: the material had to have an entangled structure, or at least enough curl, otherwise it would directly affect the final result.

Siegel has straight hair, and so does Hum, where is the tangled and curly structure around? Siegel was stunned for three seconds, his mind spinning rapidly, and his eyes searched around. Everything around was shaking, like a patient with a cold sniffing, ready to sneeze hard—a deadly lava flame sneeze. Fortunately, the poisonous smoke has faded a lot, and Humm's situation has improved. Time was of the essence, and there was no other way, Siegel thought to himself. He reached into his pants and, in severe pain, pulled out the spellcasting materials.

"There will never be a next time. Fighting back tears and discomfort, and with a determination to succeed once again, Siegel began to summon magical energy. This time the spell finally took effect, and a large web of vine-like filaments covered the rocky mountain wall, forming a reinforced structure two meters wide and eight meters high that stretched to the top of the cliff. Unlike a spider web, it does not have the ability to adhesion, but instead penetrates filaments deep into the crevices of the rock, connecting the loose parts together and sharing the force together. In this way, Siegel will be able to find a stable point of support and can climb up with his hands and feet free.

He walked three meters upwards and found that the chain around his waist was being tightened, and when he looked back, he saw that Hum Ke was still standing on the ground. He stared at the filament-covered wall, his face frozen, and he hesitated to put his hand on it.

"When is it and still hesitating?" Siegel reprimanded loudly: "If you want to die here, just say it!"

"Humm! Hum!" the orc finally made up his mind and tried to climb up. Siegel dragged him so he could share his weight. As they climbed, the walls disintegrated, but managed to hold up until they managed to climb over the crater.

Above the volcano, the strong wind was a living thing, roaring around them like a lone wolf in the wilderness, mingling with the sound of magma explosions and strong air eruptions, shouting, "Run, run." "The two men rushed down the volcano, picking out the places where there was still snow. There is already lava flowing out of the outside of the mountain, forming fiery red rivers, so only the snow-covered areas are safe. Siegel feared that when the temperature rose, the snow would loosen up on the entire slope, perhaps forming a large avalanche.

Fortunately, what they feared did not happen, the volcano did not erupt in full, but only shattered part of the summit, billowing smoke, projecting thousands of dark red flame clusters outward, and performing a catapult siege show within a radius of three miles. The two of them climbed down with a rolling belt, each of them covered in snow, like a round snowman. They descended more than 400 meters and did not stop until they were in front of a hot spring lake. The two of them were cold and hungry, their clothes wet with sweat and frozen on their bodies, and Siegel's hands and feet were constantly shaking, which was a sign of a rapid drop in body temperature. If they don't find a way, they will soon lose consciousness.

But there was no place to hide around, only a huge deep valley of empty snow. The water in the hot springs smelled of sulphur, and it was certainly undrinkable, and it couldn't go down to warm up - unless it wanted to be cooked for meat. However, it provided him with another important spellcasting material: Brimstone. Siegel walked over to the sulphur lake, where yellow crystals were everywhere, and a handful of them were a handful.

Ever since he learned from the trolls that it was near a volcano, Siegel had made a plan to sift through the spell materials and spells he could get in his head. Charcoal and nitrate are essential materials for spells, and if there is sulfur, the spell's effects will be more powerful, stable, and long-lasting.

He unwrapped the cloth bag, laid together broken bones, beetle shells, charcoal, sulfur, and nitrate, and squeezed out the blood with his fingers with broken pottery shards. It's very convenient to use blood to help cast ingredients, but Siegel also knows that this method can't be used very often. Except for the blood mages who specialize in this technique, the others do not have the special recovery potion to prepare their own constitution. According to the mage's research, it is not only the body's nourishment that passes with the blood, but also the affinity for the magical element. To put it simply, too much bloodletting will cause the power of the spell to decrease later on. There are no dedicated recovery potions, and material-free casts in blood magic should be used sparingly as much as possible.

The hum orc shivered in the cold wind, clasped his arms tightly to his chest, and watched Siegel cast his spell. Flames rise from the charcoal and then burn violently with the help of sulfur and nitrate, producing a thick cloud of black smoke and dazzling fire. Siegel threw the broken bones and insect shells into the black smoke, and at the command of the spell, he saw the black smoke envelop the two things, levitating them in the air. The shell represents the outer skin, the broken bones represent the inside, and the smoke makes up the muscles, and the flame provides the drive. Siegel used his ingenious spell control to successfully cast the summoning spell he had meditated on many times. In front of the two people, a black takin appeared.

"Our mounts. Siegel stepped forward and touched the takin. The shoulders of the cow are about 1.5 meters above the ground, and the back is wide and long, and it is covered with soft hair. Takin in nature is short-tempered, but the minions will always obey the summoner's commands. The takin meekly lowered its head and let Siegel ride on its back with its long horns. The hum orc also climbed up, curiously touching the long hair on the cow's back.

Siegel shoved a piece of charcoal into the summon's mouth, which allowed the spell to last even longer. Leaving the erupting volcano behind, they rode takin down the mountain.