"To die and live?" After listening to the killer''s advice, mlose said that as a general, he could not agree to such a risky move. But as a warrior, the spirit''s sixth sense told him that this might be their only way out.


    "It is." Carus nodded and turned to the direction of the deep heart. "No matter who the priest he is, his strength comes from faith. If we can shake the foundation of his faith, everything will collapse."


    The dwarf moved his neck and arranged the hair falling in front of him to the back of his head. "It''s your style to win a big victory or get a good one. I agree that one time is enough to escape like a bereaved dog with its tail between its legs. The biggest mistake I''ve made these years is that I think we can control it by gentle means. Now I understand that only when it is destroyed can I fall asleep. "


    Everybody knows what Andre meant by that. In the end, someone must be responsible for the tragedy of the city of molten iron. The deep heart and the cult followers who came for it became the object of dwarves'' anger. Like the elves, the sons of the mountains never have a bad memory of hatred. In fact, compared with the elves who lack interest in the wide world and only want to coexist with the forest, the action dwarves can often become the nightmare of their enemies. But I don''t know whether the dwarf Tomahawk with the forging God inscription can still work when the enemy is a whole cult belief.


    "Well, it seems that we are in agreement?" Atwood looked at the people around him, and he noticed the fear in their eyes, and what was above them. "Well, real courage must be shown in adversity. But I can''t hurt the evil incarnation while providing shelter. You have to fight on your own. Mlose, there is a small bottle in the beard on my right. If you untie it and open it, the contents can help you


    The genie general''s expression was brilliant as he reached into his green wand beard, and from the corners of his mouth that twitched from time to time, it was difficult for others to guess how much was hidden in Atwood''s large pile of hair. Fortunately, this did not last long. With a little effort, mlose pulled out a knuckle sized crystal bottle and several beards from the elder''s beard. "Hey, be light!" The genie holding the stick protested, but before his voice fell, the darkness around the crowd changed.


    Huge, long, barbed objects covered with insect shells hang from the top of the tunnel. At the lower end of the object there are several pairs of relatively sharp teeth. It looks like a metal tool specially used to grasp objects, but with its size, there is only one thing it can grasp here. "Help! Save... " The call for help from the elves stopped quickly, and it was too fast for other people around to react. A large amount of blood and water mixed with other things splashed out from the pulled up soldiers, which surprised the comrades standing beside him and didn''t know what to do.


    "What are you doing! Fight, you fools Mlose saw this scene, without saying a word, he took up the seed of hatred and was ready to rush up and fight the strange form that hung down from above. Fortunately, he thought of another thing in his hand before he started. The spirit warlord threw the crystal bottle out of the green stick beard to the dwarf, "I''ll take charge of this side, and you''ll smash the monster''s God!"


    Andre takes the bottle and says nothing more. Now death is like a shadow, following everyone. If you want to survive, you have to rely on yourself. "How do you use it?" The dwarf opened the lid of the bottle and found that there were some fine powder inside. He turned his head and asked the old elf.


    "Paint it on your weapons, and it will allow you to attack things that don''t belong to the world!" Atwood squeezed the words out of his teeth, and the darkness around him became so intense that he had to concentrate on preventing more things from breaking through the light.


    When the dwarf heard that, he poured the powder in the bottle on the hammer head and handed the bottle to the demon when he saw a glimmer of light. After daubing his blade, Carus saw that there was still some powder at the bottom of the bottle, so he bit his teeth and poured it on his fist. "So what is the plan?"


    "We rushed in and cut over what was in front of us until we came up to the ball of metal and smashed it with what we had!" Andrea answered his companion''s question, and then, without looking back, rushed out of the shelter of the light and stepped into the deep darkness ahead.


    The killer sighed, "as always, as always." With that, he followed with his sword.


    Darkness, like a thick liquid, enveloped the two poor people who had left the protection. The darkness seems to have the power to annihilate everything. From the moment I stepped in, except my own heartbeat and breath, all sounds were isolated to a far away place. Carus tried to see what was in front of him, or at least the outline of his hand, but neither fire nor gas could help the demons out of their predicament. He had to blindly walk forward, every step needs to be cautious to prevent the danger from suddenly coming.


    Maybe it''s luck, maybe something else in the dark is watching all this, and the mob walks forward about 30 steps and comes to the end. Carus hit something with his toe, and it felt like stone or metal. He tried to touch it with the tip of his sword, and the sparks were splashing from top to bottom. His rich experience made the mob recognize that the thing in front of him should be a stone wall made of stones of the same size, but he never remembered that there was such a wall in this corridor.Plucking up his courage, Carus stretched out his hand against the wall, and the back of his hand began to glow! The whole left hand became almost transparent under this white light, and then more light came from the palm and the wall. Some strange lines spread out with light, and soon formed a large number of patterns on the wall. The mob blinked several times to get used to the light. He tried to move his hand away after confirming that the lines on the wall did not change. Interestingly, as his left hand left the wall, his hand returned to normal.


    Carus stepped back a few steps so that all the lines could be brought into view. And he found that the white lines seemed to be some kind of picture. These pictures describe more than one scene; they seem to tell a whole story. The style of the painting is very strange. The devil must think for a while to understand what it is painting. At the same time, he also found that no matter how the characters and backgrounds in these paintings change, there is always one thing that remains unchanged.


    That is, in the upper right corner of the painting, there is always a fat creature sitting in a chair, peeping at other parts of the picture with a smile like expression. When Carus realized that this creature might be some kind of key, something terrible happened, and all the fat creatures in the picture turned their eyes to one place at the same time, looking at the demons.


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