When the soldiers of the iron melting City, who were facing a great enemy, saw the comers who appeared in the passage, all of them, including the big Duke of hammer and the blood lion, all expressed surprise. A thin boy, his body is full of stains, broken clothes show his rugged body, and the strange symbol on his chest. "It''s Dagong! The Duke is still alive! " The men behind the boy saw the dwarf behind the line of defense and screamed. They just ran away from radno''s outpost blindly with the boy, never thinking that the child could lead them to other survivors.
Andre is the first to calm down. The dwarf squints and focuses on the metal headband he is wearing. This magical ornament can prevent him from being deceived by false appearances. "Go and get them back and send for the doctor and the cook to get ready." After Dagong confirmed that the people in front of him were indeed his own leaders, he ordered the soldiers around him. The soldiers who received the order immediately started to move. They removed the barriers in the passage, put down their weapons, ran to the survivors and helped them forward. This is necessary because many people relax and pass out after seeing the same kind.
Among these people, the curse crow quietly went to the front of the crowd of small boys, reached for the child''s shoulder, let him not fall down. The wizard gently shook the boy''s body. There was no response. Of course, the strength that sustained the boy to come here was not faith or desire for survival, but something else. "That''s the mark of Carus." Big Duke liehammer walked behind the magician and took a look at the boy''s chest, "but I only know this sign. What that guy did to this kid is not something I can understand The dwarf then looked at the curse crow, obviously waiting for the man who could understand the magic to give his answer.
"It seems that our demon friends like this child very much." The wizard smiles. He puts his palm on the boy''s chest, and the hidden message suddenly comes out. "Carus told us to watch him. As for the devil himself, he has found another witch, and has taken her to meet the Dementors
"What do you say?" The dwarf''s eyes were wide open. His angry expression made the soldiers around him subconsciously disperse, "that bastard, how dare he dare!" It sounds like Andre is angry at the mob''s recklessness, but the curse crow can hear the meaning of worry. The dwarfs naturally understand why Carus chose this way, but it doesn''t mean that the Grand Duke of hammer would risk the lives of his old friends who came from afar to help.
The expression on the curse crow''s face returned to indifference, and his brain was rapidly thinking about the consequences of the killer''s unauthorized action. Hand over the lost boy to the coming bakm. The magician turns his head and looks at the dwarf. "My Lord, I hope you will immediately count our soldiers and refugees and pack all the supplies that may be available. I''m afraid we''re going to be ready to leave. "
Andrea nodded, and he agreed with the wizard that the demons could return with the information of the exit at any time, and the survivors of molten iron city could not waste any time. "That''s exactly what I mean. Although the son of a bitch in his eyes is too self-sufficient, he can''t say it. I''ll let everyone know that as soon as the news of the exit comes, we''ll be ready to go. "
"No, we have to go now." The curse crow''s words scared all the people around him. Bakm, a young elf soldier, looked at the wizard with a puzzled look on his face. Even though none of them asked, it was obvious that they were waiting for the curse crow to give an explanation. The grey robed mage frowned, expecting these people to start implementing his plan at once rather than explaining. However, the curse crow understood that if he could not give an explanation enough to impress others, they would do nothing.
So he said, "I know what you''re up to. Carus and the witch went deep into the madmen and returned with information. I believe he has this skill, but it''s only good for us. All things have to pay a price, and what is the price of getting a way out? I think that should be a shorter time. The priests of the mother of the crypt are not fools, no matter what means or means the demons get the information. Sooner or later, they will realize that they have been cheated. And those guys don''t waste time searching for killers who deceive them. They just do one thing
"They will speed up regardless of everything, in case we bring trouble to awaken the deep heart." Lyon said in a deep voice. He followed the wizard''s train of thought. He believed that if he was the leader of those priests, he would definitely order his subordinates to speed up as fast as he could, "but what does this have to do with us starting to move? If Carus can''t find us, the information he gets will be meaningless. What''s more, even if we start to act, how can you make sure that we''re going out and not going down? "
"A qualified killer must also be a qualified hunter. As long as that demon is not blind, he will not let go of the traces left by so many people moving. He won''t miss it with us. As for how to ensure the correct direction, "the curse crow said and looked at the big Lord hammer." I heard that the dwarf''s understanding of underground passage and architectural attainments are unparalleled in the world. "
Andre shrugged his nose. "Give me paper and pen. I can push the terrain underground. After all, whether it''s on or under the ground, these things are made under my supervision. Preliminary estimation can still be done. But the point is, I don''t have that condition. I have too many things to think about. So far, I have no chance to think about them. If I start to deduce while walking, it''s hard to say whether we are going to die. And you know, even if we go the wrong way, we can still hold on to supplies for a while, so we can''t rely on your little maid to helpThis is really a problem. According to the original idea of the curse crow, they can rely on the dwarf''s calculation and the ability to report the death of the Banshee to choose the one that is most likely to be correct. But Andre''s words are no problem, Lin''s ability has too much uncertainty. Unless the survivors are willing to give up food and water and put all their eggs in one basket to minimize interference, even if they are as crazy as a magician, they will not give up carrying supplies for this possibility.
"How many% are you sure?" Asked the wizard. There was something very dangerous in his eyes, which Andre knew was the eye of a desperate beast. The dwarf pondered for a few seconds, stretched out four fingers, but after thinking about it, he took back another one. "At every fork in the road, I have only 30% confidence to help us lead to higher places. And that doesn''t mean that the road eventually leads to the ground. It''s a melting iron city on our heads
The curse crow lowered his head. He took out a small piece of crystal from his arms. "This is the prop I use to protect my life. As long as I pour magic into it, it can take me back to the grey tower." After that, he smashed the crystal on the floor in front of him, "I can see my death. Now, how much is it? "
"I can''t guarantee how many times there will be forks at every intersection." The dwarf looks at the crystal fragments on the ground. Of course, he knows that this is probably just a curse crow''s lie. After all, he is the only caster in the audience, and the crystal he smashes may not have the ability to transmit at all. But the wizard has no reason to lie, does he?
"Well, now the question is, do we gamble or not?"
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