Falling from the sky to the ground is actually a pleasing pleasure to the eye, but only when you cast a feather fall or flying technique on yourself. And Archmage Aqiman not only did not have a feather falling spell and flying spell on his body at this moment, but he didn't even have a single feather that was needed to cast a flying spell, and even more so, Ah Qiman's hands were tied with ropes, so he didn't even have a chance to stretch out his hands and flutter at all.

There are many kinds of materials used to make ropes, including plant branches, leather cut into long strips, and animal Achilles tendons, but the ropes that bind Aqiman today are clearly not made from these materials. Could these necromans be able to pull the silk out of the stone?

After rejecting the last chance offered by the lich Ghiys, Gyeth said no more, but coldly raised his hand at the dancing skeleton mage, who effortlessly lifted Aqiman to the edge of the cliff, where he finally saw what was in the gray ball of light and the black cave. It wasn't a vine, though it was spreading up the black rock wall like a super-fast vine, it wasn't a plant, and Akiman could even see its joints and spurs. It was a massive, vine-like object made of countless skeletons, and Aqiman could even see the blue glow in the eyes of several human skulls on those skeletons. Not only did Akiman feel a stir in his heart, he had never heard of a blue glow in the bodies of undead creatures, who were always surrounded by gray and black.

So what are these things that glow blue? Akiman had no time to inquire into the question, and if nothing else, he would fall into the mouth of the skull of some ancient beast that had been waiting for him with its mouth wide open for him, if nothing else. Luckily, the unexpected happened.

A huge fireball appeared in the sky. Not the eerie black flames, but the real, glowing flames that emitted light and heat, and the fireball rapidly approached in the direction of Aqiman. At first, Akiman thought that the fireball was made by the Lich Guiz. But after hearing the chaotic sounds coming from the cliffs, Aqiman was sure that the appearance of this fireball was unexpected by the necromancers on the cliffs. The fireball was getting closer and closer, and the terrifying vine seemed to see a dangerous approach—assuming it had eyes to see, and began to retreat rapidly into the huge gray ball of light, when the fireball finally came to Akiman's head, and two huge claws stretched out, one claw hooked onto Akiman's black robes, and the other claw grabbed the huge skull that had intended to devour Akiman, but now tried its best to retreat back into the ball of light. A familiar voice came into Archmage Aqiman's heart: "I can't get this skull off with a single claw. Blue Mist Grass and you, which one should I leave behind?" Akiman was immediately overjoyed, for he could tell that it was the owner of the Tor Volcano, Caesar the Red Dragon, who was speaking to him.

The cliff began to murmur incantations. Countless arrows began to shoot at the Red Dragon and Akiman. The archmage hurriedly shouted, "Red Dragon, lower me a little so that I can break the joint that is attached to that skull." The red dragon complied, flapping its wings to spread the flying arrows and descend slightly, and without hesitation, Akiman raised his foot and kicked under the massive skull. The kick made the archmage's own foot hurt, and it shook the skull, and the red dragon seized the opportunity to twist the skull off, and then grabbed the skull with one claw and flew into the air with the other.

The next question is how to get out of here. Aqiman was trying to find the figure of the Dark Knight Salas among the undead creatures scattered on the cliffs, while Caesar, the red dragon, suddenly changed from a rapid ascent to a dive, several rays of different thicknesses collided with each other in the path that the red dragon had to pass, made a loud noise, and then disappeared. Now the red dragon can only keep parallel to the ground, trying its best to fly forward, countless magic rays and even some fireballs and ice picks keep passing behind the red dragon, if you change the direction and rise, it will inevitably slow down, although one or two of your own magic is not important, but the archmage Aqiman hanging under the claws may not be able to withstand the magic attack, the red dragon who knows this clearly bowed his head while flying, trying to remind the archmage to grasp his claws. However, the red dragon found that only a tattered black robe was left hanging from his claws, and Archmage Aqiman no longer knew when it had fallen.

Caesar, the red dragon, hurriedly turned around and flew towards the road he had come from, and the wind that fanned his wings as he swirled raised a large patch of gray sand. This just covered the figure of the archmage who was wearing his upper body and writhing on the desert ground. The archmage really couldn't understand why his black robe had torn apart sooner or later, when he was fleeing for his life, and that he had fallen to the ground without being injured. But he was immediately surrounded by two skeletons wielding weapons. Unarmed and armed with only pants and boots, the archmage had no power to fight back, and he couldn't even find a gap to get up, and two blood-red skeletons frantically attacked the archmage until the sand raised by the red dragon formed a gray curtain in the air. At this moment, the archmage saw a figure in black armor riding a skeletal horse rushing towards him. The Dark Knight Salas, riding on the back of his skeleton Mataxis, did not hesitate to rush into the gray curtain of sand.

In an instant, the sand curtain had fallen, and the gray desert had reverted to its original form, and the lich and skeleton mages who had been chasing the red dragon with magic rushed to the place where the archmage had fallen, led by the lich Gyeys. There was only a large pit in the gray sand, and the two skeletons that had been trying to attack the archmage were now torn apart, broken bones scattered everywhere, the skeleton Mataxis lying on the ground, and the dark knight Salas lying not far from his beloved horse. Whether it is the remains of the skeleton, or the body of Salas and the skeleton horse, there are obvious burn marks, and the archmage Aqiman is nowhere to be found.

As for Caesar the Red Dragon. I don't know when he was covered with a layer of flames. Just like when he appeared, the flame protected the red dragon from flying upwards and disappearing into the eyes of the undead creatures.

It's a dark road again. The corridors are covered with huge stone slabs on both sides, ceilings and floors. Archmage Aqiman was moving slowly in the darkness, wondering if it was the path that led to the dungeon, and worrying about what he would eat for the next few days. Based on the experience of the last time he walked through the corridor, it is likely that the Archmage will need to walk in this corridor for several days. Aqiman is not a priest, a pious priest prays from the heart, and the gods he follows will give him enough food to feed his stomach, and as a mage, Aqiman has a way of filling his stomach: as long as he has even a fragment of a vegetable leaf in his hand, he can turn it into a whole vegetable. The problem is that now Aqiman has almost nothing on him except for his own pants and shoes.

The necklace that Akiman wears on his chest has three spells attached to it. With the current state of the archmage, these three are almost the only magic he has at present, and besides, Aqiman, who has neither a magic book nor magic herbs, can't even release the most basic magic. Aqiman began to complain silently that the man who had put him in the corridor had not brought him in his pockets.

It was the Dark Knight Salas who complained. The moment Caesar's wings lifted the gray sand, Akiman could clearly see Salas approaching in his direction, and at the same time, two skeletons were jousting with each other to knock down on Akiman with the thick bones of an unknown animal in their hands. Salas rushed forward without a word, raised his sword and swung it, and one of the skeletons fell apart on the spot, while the other skeleton turned its head and looked at the Dark Knight with its blood-red eyes, as if trying to tell if the Dark Knight was friend or foe. Salas then lifted his breastplate and removed a large ruby ring from his ribs. Then he raised his foot and kicked at Aqiman, who was still lying on the ground. Akiman was kicked and rolled twice in a row before finding himself falling into a large pit that was the entrance to the tunnel where Aqiman was currently located. After an explosion. Endless gray sand began to fall from the pit, sealing the entrance to the passage in an instant, and the moment before the entrance was sealed, Salas's ruby ring fell through the gray sand in front of Akiman. The ring contained three fireball spells, one of which had been used, and Aqiman held the ring tightly, it might be the last straw for the archmage who didn't know when, and of course, the ring could end up being the relic of the archmage found on the archmage's remains by someone who came to this path many years later. As long as the archmage fails to figure out a way to find food and water, the ring is destined to become a relic.

At least at the moment, there is nothing to think of. Aqiman stumbled through the corridor and felt the wall for a while, then sat down against the wall silently to rest, if Aqiman's magic and medicinal herbs were still around, he could summon a magic mount to walk around, and he could also conjure food and water to soothe his long-cracked lips a little. And yet there was nothing in him. There were two fireball spells on the ring, and the necklace was just some low-level magic that didn't work, and Aqiman secretly made up his mind that no matter when and where he was in the future, he must find a way to save a teleportation spell on Zài's body, he felt that he had returned to his original world full of animals and plants, and if he could perform a teleportation spell, he might be sitting at the table in the dungeon in a few minutes, instead of sitting in this corridor where he couldn't see anything at all.

Akiman silently made a wry smile, he really didn't want his bitter smile to break the silence of the corridor, but suddenly another voice reached the archmage's ears, and he began to try to discern the direction from which the voice was coming from. Front, or back?, the chaotic sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor, and Aqiman got the answer: there was only a faint sound of footsteps in front of him, and behind him there was the sound of countless bones colliding against each other, in addition to the sound of hard footsteps. They were undoubtedly followed by skeletons from the Lich Guiys, who presumably had discovered the passage and sent his men in to investigate. So, should the current Aqiman go forward and see who is coming towards the archmage, or should he go back and fight to the death with those skeletons?

After a moment's thought, Aqiman made a decision. He raised his hand and rubbed it against his necklace. In the blink of an eye. Aqiman's form vanished into thin air; Even the sharpest of creatures would not be able to see Aqiman without the help of magic. So Akiman cautiously hid at a bend in the road, and silently watched as a large group of skeletons passed in front of him.

XXIV, XXV, XXVI. A total of twenty-six skeletons entered the path, and Archmage Aqiman counted silently in his mind. This number of skeletons would not have been taken seriously if the archival had been well-equipped and in good spirits, but in the current situation, as long as the skeletons were discovered, the archival was almost completely incapable of resisting. Even though the two remaining fireballs on the ruby ring could wipe out more than half of the skeletons, as long as one skeleton could move, Aqiman would never be able to escape, and the archmage began to silently pray for those who were walking in his direction in front of him.

Half ringing. A violent clash of weapons rang out not far in front of the corridor, compared to the man walking in the direction of the archmage and the skeletons, who had been shouting loudly during the battle, but Akiman could barely understand what he was shouting. The intonation and pronunciation sounded very similar to Elfish, but very different from Elven, and Aqiman began to guess with interest the identity of the person who came, when a terrible scream rang out throughout the corridor, "Maybe I can see the true face of this unfortunate man." Aqiman thought.

So another group of skeletons passed in front of Aqiman, who was still in a state of invisibility, and Aqiman counted carefully, and less than ten of the twenty-six skeletons were able to come back, which showed that the other party was very good; two of them carried a figure in black leather armor, presumably this was the one who fought with the skeletons. Aqiman looked carefully at the skeleton captive. I saw that this man had a pair of long, pointed ears, and the skin on his face was the same as the leather armor and clothing on his body. It was all black, but the man's long hair was very beautiful silvery-white, and now his silver hair hung down as weakly as his head. He must have fainted, and Aqiman took a slight look at the man's injuries: he appeared to have a broken hand and a foot, but it didn't look life-threatening.

Akiman finally recognized what the creature was carrying by the skeleton, and guessed where the tunnel leads. "Drow Elves. Archmone muttered to himself and began to walk on, in fact, he had no expectation of the identity of the comer, but the comer may have left his luggage and dry food behind in the attack of the skeleton, and the archmage of the dungeon, Aqiman, hoped that he would have this good luck.

"Uh......h What to do?" "What to do?" "What to do?" "What to do?"

Despite the efforts of the Dungeon Lord and Demon Amtils, the halls of the Dungeon can't be too big, so why are there so many echoes here?

The answer is simple, the same phrase came from the mouths of four people. First the captive priestess wept bitterly and sought answers from her god, then Goblinsette looked at his companion and asked the question, and the dark elf Ness and the gray dwarf Morgan answered him without hesitation.

No one knows what to do with this intruder. The demon in the magma lake soaked in the Red Dragon's lair was not in the slightest interest in the two rankings of "captive" and "priest", and after dropping the phrase "see for yourselves", he enjoyed his lava bath to himself, and after hurrying to the dungeon and knocking down the thieves, the orc Fugg hurried back to his orc village on the grounds that he had no time to shut down this human woman, who was not delicate in appearance but looked like a little mouse hiding in the corner. In addition, the orcs also built yì companions to do their best to deal with this female priest, and then went to the half-orc village to help, "I didn't expect the first year's harvest to be so good!" The half-orc muttered a glance at the female priest, turned around and ran towards the field next to the half-orc village.

"Human female, I think the ore is a little cuter than her. Morgan stood up and straightened his gray beard, "I think it's better for you two to handle this." I'll go to the orcs to help. "Morgan has recently planned to build an iron-striking workshop, and without the help of the orcs, the project will probably be more troublesome, and the gray dwarf thinks it would be a better choice to help the orcs harvest the grain first.

So the dungeon was left with only the priestess, the Dark Elves, and the Goblins. The priestess was still sobbing, and the dark elf Ness was trying to find an excuse to get out of here and leave the task of disposing of the priestess to the goblin, while the goblinsette was holding on to Ness's clothes, and he remembered the moment before the priestess wielded a mace at him. Ness sighed and decided to deal with the human captive herself.

"You, uh, what's your name?" Nessy looked at the priestess. The female priest was a head taller than the dark elf Ness, and much thicker than Nice, but her figure was still visible under the chain mail, and Ness looked like an underage girl compared to her. However, the real young was the priestess, whose freckled face showed that she was still in the prime of human youth, and her long maroon hair and tear stains could not hide the contours of her slightly round, but not overly plump face. She could be called a beauty, she thought, and then added privately, if the whole person was a few yards smaller.

The priestess quickly looked up when she heard the Gloomy Elf's question, but she happened to see the goblin's green face, and after screaming, the priestess covered her face with her hands, and a voice as thin as a mosquito leaked out from between her fingers: "No! No, will you leave me alone?

"Don't, what don't you want, Ada?" Ness thought the human woman's overreaction was a bit funny, but the other person's reaction continued, "No, please don't eat me, okay?"

"Ate you?" (to be continued......)