The grey robed mage was already standing in the tunnel when Karus reintroduced his weapon into his body and stepped over the miserable corpse of the snake headed man on the ground. The devil looked at the curse crow in front of him, then looked at the hole on the top of the cave which he had beaten out. After confirming that the crow inside was really missing, he went to the wizard and bowed.


    "Now you make me more envious of you mages, because sometimes I really want to be a bird and try to fly." Said Carus, carefully observing the expression under the crow''s hood, and if the wizard''s greeting was half hostile or suspicious, he would prepare for the evacuation plan. When necessary, the mob can''t rule out that they will deal with curse crows just like they do with snake heads.


    Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen. The expression on the face of the wizard in grey robe was very dignified. It can be seen that the mage did not pay attention to the demon. But it also made Carus notice the crow''s closed eyes, which didn''t return to normal because they had changed back to human form.


    "I''ll talk about that later. We''d better get this big wake-up guy back to bed Said the wizard, turning his face in the direction of the basket.


    "What is that? Some sleeping demon? Or a giant under the ground? " The devil touched his chin and asked. He had never felt such a terrible smell. The existence outside the world was too mysterious even for a demon. But the curse crow can recognize this kind of breath, which is quite close to cheese, but is 100 times stronger.


    "Neither. What''s waking up in that room is many times worse than what you said about both." The magician holds the wrist of his right hand with his left hand. Only in this way can he suppress his shaking. He''s not cheese. Dealing with these high-ranking people is not the wizard''s specialty.


    "Then my advice is that we get out of here. No matter what wakes up there, he or she still needs time to get to the ground, doesn''t it? " Carus shrugged his shoulders. He didn''t want to be an enemy of such existence. In the demonic philosophy of life, the unknown and danger often go hand in hand.


    "If another of my classmates were here, he would laugh at you for what you said. But regardless of his bad jokes, if this thing really wakes up completely, we can''t escape from it. Not the whole city of molten iron. " The voice of the curse crow sounds calm. The charmer grabs his wrist harder and forces himself to calm down. He constantly recalled the knowledge about these existence, trying to prevent the inevitable awakening. Now the magician understands that death does not come from a rat or a snake head man, but from something in the church.


    "Well, well, do you have any practical suggestions? Because it looks like we don''t have much time. " Carus''s words were reasonable. In the course of two speeches, something deeper than darkness was creeping out of the church gap. The mob doubted whether he saw an illusion, or at least he hoped it was. These strange materials make Carus think of a deep cave unconsciously. Of course, he knows that the cave will not twist, but those things are as frightening as dark caves.


    "Flesh and blood, or bodies that have just died, I''m not sure. But he really craves something on the body. First put the monsters you killed into the basket, which will attract his attention The magician ordered that he didn''t need to look at it with his eyes. He also knew that the demons must have killed many snake heads just now. Their calls were so unique that those who had heard them once would never forget them.


    "This should be the most ferocious animal I''ve ever fed." Said Carus, pulling up the bodies of snakeheads on the ground. Since these bodies can be measured by "blocks", he just threw them one by one near the basket. The tentacles that protruded along the gap seemed to be attracted and began to creep slowly towards the fresh corpse.


    When the demon carries the corpse, the curse crow reaches out his hands and senses the trouble in front of him in his own way. Mother of the crypt, he knows the name of the thing in front of him. When he first saw the statue in the church, the magician didn''t realize it, but with the recollection, the vague memories of the past quickly became clear. According to the information mentioned in the book, the mother of the crypt is not powerful among high-ranking individuals, and it is not worth mentioning compared with the existence of wet soul or flesh and blood tower. However, when his opponent is just a group of ordinary people, the power of the underground evil god can create scenes that can only be found in the sad dream.


    "Something has to be done." The wizard frowned and said to himself.


    Soon the bodies of the serpentine were piled up near the basket. Carus looked up at the giant''s huge body, turned his head to the meditating raven, shrugged his shoulders, summoned the sword again, and began to try to make the giant''s body easier to carry.


    "It looks like you''ve really pissed off something amazing." Just then, a deep voice came from the corner of the corridor. In his right hand he held a mineral lamp, and in his left hand he carried a heavy hammer with three scepters pinned to his waist.


    "Andre! But why are you here? " The mob looks at his dwarf friend in disbelief. The Duke''s appearance completely disrupted his plan."Why am I here? Well, if I''m not here, you and the wizard will destroy my city The dwarf growled at Karus angrily, then pushed aside the curse crow standing in the middle of the corridor and went straight to the metal basket. The headband on his head glows gently as it approaches the crypt mother, and interestingly, when the dwarf''s Lantern shines on the tentacles that devour the corpse greedily, those tentacles quickly retract toward the interior of the church.


    "You know him. You are looking after him The wizard who was pushed away suddenly became excited. He grabbed the dwarf''s clothes and called to him.


    "And if you don''t let go of your hand, wizard, I''ll throw you into that damned church." The threat from Archduke liehammer worked. Although he was excited by the crow''s curiosity about the dwarves, the charmer released his hand and took two steps back. He even slightly bowed his head to show his apology for offending the opponent, which is rare for the arrogant caster.


    "Now, shut up and watch me take care of you." The dwarf mumbled and kicked away the body of the snakehead that had not been eaten by the basket, and his face showed obvious disgust. The Great Duke of liehammer pressed his war hammer to the ground. Holding miner''s lamp in his hands, he looked up at the gap above the basket and sang a strange ballad.


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