The two men sat on the back of the takin and covered themselves with their long, soft fur as a blanket. The body of the magic takin naturally exudes a warm body temperature, allowing the legs to rest and recover. When they left the snowy mountains, they were only wrapped in a thin layer of linen cloth on their feet, which they had picked up when they fled. Now I have warm fur covering my feet, and I just feel like I'm in heaven.

Looking behind him, the majestic volcano revealed a gloomy atmosphere, and the mountain was also shrouded in gray clouds, and red fires came out from time to time. It is also unknown if the eruption of the volcano will affect that channel. Naturally, Siegel doesn't have a good feeling about his captive, 'May the lava swallow them'. I just don't know if there will be other prisoners in it, and if they will be affected.

The direction in which they were heading was not affected by the volcanic smoke, and the stars in the sky were brighter, as if they were close at hand. A crescent moon hangs in the clear night sky, looking huge and untouched. Siegel stares at the starry sky, judging the direction by the pattern of the stars. He found that the direction of descent was to the north, and if the mountain behind him was a walled mountain range, then he had already passed through the human castle defense line and reached the area controlled by the orcs.

It was very difficult to get back from here, and even the traveling mage William Eric rarely set foot in this area. Remember that in the meeting room of the Mage Federation, there were no volcano signs on the map of the walled mountains. It's probably an unknown land, but how did you get here?

Siegel was lost in thought, trying to remember what had happened to him. All he remembered was being blinded by the spell staff, and then being knocked off the cliff by the cavalry. It seems that he didn't fall to solid ground, and the moment the feather fall technique took effect, he may have fallen into the river, and only this can explain why he was so lightly injured.

And maybe the river was floating with it for a long time? Siegel thought about it and thought it was very likely. Although he was wearing a cuirass at the time, and his thick clothes and cloak were cumbersome, the featherfall technique did allow him to float better on the water. Even if it can't be as light as a feather, it has no difficulty getting the same buoyancy as wood. What happened after that? The river can only flow from high to low, and he can't go over the mountains and bring himself to the north side of the mountain, right? Siegel can only speculate that he has fallen into the underground river, and if this is the case, he will sigh that he has a great life.

What happened after that was nothing more than being discovered, plundered, and sold. Now that Siegel had escaped, he no longer thought about these things. He was now worried only about Janet and, of course, Sir Bill, Evan and His Royal Highness the Prince. I don't know what the Slint family of the Black Blood Castle will do to them. Judging from the circumstances of the battle, they should have taken the capture of the prince as their most important purpose, and would not harm his life. Is it for ransom, or for political purposes? Considering that the Kingdom of Stars is still the most powerful country in the Old and New Continents, the prince's safety can still be counted on. The power of the nobility should not be underestimated, and Count Todd has two large castles and five small castles, and the power he can mobilize is far greater than that of the Black Blood Fortress. Besides, it was customary for the nobles to pay a ransom to save their lives between battles, and they should be fine.

Janet, I just hope she can survive with the ability to shapeshift. Siegel felt that this should be fine, after all, she was also capable of deceiving people...... It's like turning into a malt-little finger.

Siegel pondered for a moment, then prayed to the god of storms to keep them safe. Then he closed his eyes and focused on connecting with the Raven Pet. It was estimated that the distance was too far for Siegel to observe the surrounding situation through the eyes of the demon pet, so he could only give orders with his mind to let Raven Baron start looking for the erupting volcano in the Walled Mountains. As long as you find this landmark, then you can gradually summon the demon pet back to you. With the eyes of heaven, Siegel will have more choices for his next move, whether it is to go back over the mountains or go deep into the orc territory to see the situation.

The eruption of the volcano scared away a lot of animals, at least they didn't encounter them on the way down. The two men were hungry and wanted to hunt some animals to eat. However, it was too difficult to find food in the complete snow and ice environment, and if it weren't for the takins saving their foot strength, their physical strength would not be enough to ensure the consumption of descending the mountain. If that happens, Siegel will have to choose to open the key space, risk revealing the secret altogether, and take out the food inside, which he really doesn't want to do. But after a night's trekking, they finally reached the woodland line. From here, down the hillside, some trees begin to grow, mostly pine and spruce, and moss on some of the bare ground. The presence of plants means that there may be animal life, and there is food. Siegel decided to slow down here for the time being and look for food and shelter.

"We have to rest and start looking for something to eat. Siegel said to the hum orcs, "In the snowy mountain environment, the stamina will be quickly depleted, and we can't risk moving forward. ”

"Humph. The orc jumped off the takin's back, pointed at the cow's neck, and made a slicing gesture.

"Oh, no, it's a summoned creature, you won't have a corpse if you kill it, you can't eat it. Siegel explained. "We had to look elsewhere for food. ”

The takin snorted, and it opened its mouth to signal the mage to add more charcoal strips. Siegel only had the last one left in his hand, and in order to be able to cast other fire spells, he couldn't give it to takin anymore. So Siegel jumped down as well, patted the bull's head, and summoned it back. The takin mooed one last and dissipated into the air as dust.

Hum Ke watched this scene in surprise, and became more and more incomprehensible to this fellow inmate. He has magical powers, like a witch sacrifice in the village, but it's not the same. The witch festival in the village can't conjure so many things from under the crotch. During the six months that he had been locked up in the cell together, he had taken out bread and bottles from there, and woven a large net out of the wool there. This human being was able to pull out a cow when he was going down the mountain, which can no longer be summed up simply in two words. Perhaps the witch sacrifices in the south of this mountain range are different, they all believe in the soul of fertility, and why are all spells inseparable from the lower three paths?

And this southern witch priest is a man, where is all his stuff hidden? When he was first thrown into prison, he was not clothed, and all the upper and lower parts were exposed, and he had already seen it, and there was no place to hide. Hum Ke was suddenly startled, "Could it be that what he said below is false, in fact, she is a woman without breasts, so she can hide things?"

So the orc walked up to Siegel and let out a "hum" as a greeting for what was to be done. Siegel naturally didn't understand what this meant, so he saw the orc suddenly grab his lower body and pull it hard.

This was so unexpected that Siegel thought for a moment that the orcs had revealed their true evil colors and were about to attack him. He tried to dodge backwards, but the ankle-deep snow affected his speed, and he was still caught. The pain was unbearable, and the ice spell in his hand was out of control and could not be activated.

The orc scratched it, feeling that it was real, so he couldn't figure it out even more. He muttered "Humm, Hum?" and scratched the short hair on his head. Siegel fell to the ground, his hands grasping the snow on the ground, using the power of magic to shape them into ice blades. He was about to fight for his life when he saw the orc, with a puzzled face, turning and walking into the woods.

"What the hell is this doing?" Siegel had nowhere to vent his anger, and could only stare at the back of the orc with hatred. "I really don't understand what is going on in your head, if you dare to suddenly reach out to me, I will slit your throat!"

The orc shrugged, "Humm, Hum." He replied.

Siegel rubbed the sore spot, cursed twice, and suddenly looked at the ice blade in his hand with some surprise. He thought back to the state in which he had made the dagger, the result of a combination of complete concentration and just the right amount of magical control. The dagger is shaped much like Siegel's obsidian dagger, which may be a knee-jerk result. The spells he uses are simple, just basic shaping and changing spells, but from the process of making this dagger with spells, Siegel learns a new lesson: magic is the result of regular learning, but it should be a creative process that can be done at will. Siegel wrapped the dagger in cloth and used it as a grip, which was his best weapon at his disposal at the moment - apart from the keyspace ones.

The two men were walking forward on the snow covered with pine needles, observing their surroundings as they went. Hum found an ant nest and could see a large mound of fermented and rotten needles. The orc broke off a branch and turned the hill away, and saw countless black and large ants crawling around.

"You don't want to say this is edible, do you?" asked Siegel.

"Humm, Hum!" the orc quickly denied. He took off his sackcloth clothes, dug a small pit, and laid them in it. Then he dug up the ant's nest again and rummaged down with all his might. Black ants crawl around, trying to avoid this "natural disaster". But Hum Ke was unmoved, shoveling away the dirt piece by piece with a stick. "Humm!" he snorted, then grabbed a large handful of ants with his hand and placed them in the pit of his clothes. Siegel looked over and saw a lot of eggs and some whitish larvae. The frightened ants hurriedly carried the eggs back, leaving the immobile larvae struggling inside their clothes.

The orc pinched some ant larvae and put them in his mouth and chewed vigorously. "Humm!" he looked satisfied. He also motioned for Siegel to taste it. The larvae were sticky and soft, and tasted so bad that Siegel felt shivering all over his body. It wasn't until several sips later that he gradually got used to the taste.

The ant larvae could only satisfy their hunger for a while, and the stench filled their mouths made Siegel lose his appetite completely—maybe that's the point of eating ants? He rummaged forward again, digging a steep slope and pulling out the roots of the pine trees. The tenderest part of it can be eaten after wiping it clean, and this food makes orcs seem to enjoy it. Siegel took it and tried to take a few bites. It's finally no longer a stinking thing, but like bitter old celery. It's better than nothing at all, Siegel comforted himself. At the same time, he also discovers the benefits of Hum - his ability to survive in the wild is very useful.