It turned out that while the female werewolf was "talking for a long time" with Heida just now, she had already sent her men to quickly bring something special from outside.
"Throw this in." Looking at the wooden barrels that were sealed extremely tightly, the female werewolf smiled fiercely.
"Clang!"
Upon hearing the leader's order, a werewolf immediately stepped forward and smashed a corner of one of the barrels, then picked it up and smashed it towards the entrance of the arsenal at the other end of the passage.
When the barrel hit the ground again, the huge impact caused the barrel to completely break. Immediately, a large amount of dark brown liquid accompanied by a strong pungent smell spread towards the black knife and the area behind it.
"It's kerosene! You despicable she-wolf!" Black Knife immediately smelled that those dark volatile liquids were extremely flammable kerosene, and the purity was quite high.
"Haha, you are right, this is the local fire oil produced in the northeast of Erathia. I really want to thank this big black market, there are almost all good things. Before coming here, I was still worried about how to deal with the aftermath.
As for my brain, I didn't expect that lovely humans have already prepared these good things that can destroy all evidence." Behemoth Shaman seemed to be extremely happy.
"Damn it, who is this idiot who brought such dangerous things in? He deserves to be killed." In order not to be touched by the kerosene, the black knife had to move back.
At this time, we are not afraid that the werewolf warriors will charge in again, because the opponent no longer has this need.
"Why do you curse others? Didn't you just sell weapons to us enemies? Or are you a fool too?" the female werewolf asked sharply.
"Cha, you know nothing!" Heidao cursed back bitterly, but did not give any rebuttal explanation.
At this time, the other werewolves threw several barrels filled with kerosene towards the arsenal.
For a time, the kerosene flowing out covered a large area of the ground, and even the air was filled with a strange smell that hit the nose. It seemed that if there was even a little spark, the entire "Black Knife Arsenal" would burst into flames.
.
"Blacksmith, it's time to say goodbye. Do you have any last words?" The female werewolf quickly retreated with her men, while holding a piece of tinder in her hand: "Also, remember to express my gratitude to the heroic crossbowman and the despicable mage for me.
Let’s say goodbye together. There are three of us going on the road together, so I guess we won’t be lonely anymore.”
When things got to this point, Black Knife was no longer in the mood to argue with the female werewolf. He turned around and looked at Moriarty and White, who was still unconscious.
"Black Blade, try to delay it for another minute. I can use 'Breath of Wind' to speed you up again, and then you can break out. With the strength of an eighth-level warrior and enough speed, you should be able to break out.
." At this time, Moriarty carefully laid White down on the ground, then stood up and looked at Black Knife calmly.
"What about you?" Black Knife's question seemed a bit silly, but then the conversation changed: "Maybe I can bring one of you with me, do you want to come?"
"Then take White with you, but hurry, he won't be able to hold on for long." A hint of joy flashed in Moriarty's eyes, and he was about to help White up from the ground.
At this time, White's entire right arm and half of his chest were covered in cold blue frost, and his breath was weak. If he hadn't been a level five divine crossbowman, an ordinary person would have long ago suffered from excessive body temperature.
Low is dead.
"Are you willing to stay alone and die in the sea of fire?" Black Knife squatted down, put White on his shoulders again, looked down at Moriarty, and asked.
"White has saved me once, and now it's my turn to return it." Moriarty glanced at White and smiled slightly: "And if one person must go to hell today, I hope to go alone."
"You know, kid, you really don't look like a sissy mage at all, not at all!" Black Blade looked at Moriarty steadily, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to see through him completely.
See through the same.
"Isn't it? Because I'm just a mage apprentice." Moriarty shook his head apologetically.
Moriarty has no regrets about being able to exchange his own death for White's life. This is Moriarty's principle of life, and it is also a true soldier's oath of no regrets. Because the chance of life is always reserved for his comrades!
"Boy, can you tell me your real name?" Heidao turned around and looked in the direction outside the entrance, vaguely seeing a flame starting to light up in the distance.
"Moriarty. Ensberg. What about you?" After saying that, without waiting for Black Knife's answer, Moriarty was about to start chanting the "Breath of Wind" spell.
"Ivan Gonzalez!" Looking into Moriarty's eyes, Black Blade suddenly laughed again and said loudly: "Do you know, Moriarty? The so-called 'Light of Shelter' is actually the big
The den of thieves is filled with all kinds of 'villains' and 'bastards'. These people do not follow the rules, do not know good and evil, and do not care about the spirit of chivalry. However, at any time and in any place, there is one
But the first battle song will always be sung in the hearts of every patron knight."
"What song?" Moriarty stopped the curse he was about to start in surprise, raised his head and looked at Gonzalez.
"you'll never Walk Alone!"
…
When you walk through a storm;
Please hold your head high;
Don’t be afraid of the dark;
At the end of the storm, there is a golden sky and the sweet singing of lark;
Through the wind, through the rain, your dreams may be shattered;
But go forward with hope in your heart;
you'll never Walk Alone!
…
For a moment, a faint singing voice slowly sounded in Moriarty's ears.
It is not as vigorous and passionate as Beamon's War Hymn, nor can it bring any substantial power to the singer, but to Moriarty's ears, this mediocre song "You Will Never Walk Alone" expresses it completely.
The simplest belief and purest hope of an ordinary soldier. And this simplicity and innocence can even travel through time, space, and planes. In the faint singing, Moriarty felt that he was far away from this dark and humid prison.
In the depths, it stands under the high flying flag of war.
"That blacksmith, you sing so well." Black Knife's singing also spread outside. The female werewolf looked in the direction of the arsenal in the distance, listened quietly for a long time, then lit the tinder in her hand and threw it into the distance expressionlessly.
The ground was soaked with kerosene.
"boom!"
Immediately, huge flames jumped up and spread rapidly towards the deepest part of the prison along the traces of kerosene. The fire was so fierce that the Behemoth Shaman and the werewolf warriors standing more than ten meters away were almost burned.
Tongues of fire lick wounds.
"Let's go." Turning around, no longer listening to the hoarse singing, the female werewolf led her men away without looking back.
In the arsenal, the fire that spread quickly rushed towards Moriarty and the other three, and the weapons and armors displayed around them were immediately engulfed in flames.
Forced by the terrifying high temperature, the three of them have retreated to the innermost stone wall. However, even so, it may be difficult to survive for another minute. The rapid consumption of air and large amounts of poisonous smoke will even outshine the flames.
Taking away fragile lives one step further.
"Your song is great, thank you for letting me hear it." In the dazzling firelight, Moriarty said to Gonzalez calmly, seemingly ready to face the last moment.
Black Knife strangely did not choose to break out. Moriarty had doubts in his heart, but he did not intend to ask anymore. Because by this time, all questions had lost their meaning.
"This is the only thing I like about the Light of Shelter." Gonzalez didn't seem to have any sense of solemnity before his death. Instead, he grinned, sweating profusely: "I understand now, why Pagliese
I’ll treat you to a drink of ‘Afterglow’ for free.”
"I paid the 'venue fee' of five hundred gold coins." Moriarty shrugged, indicating that he was not a freeloader.
"That's just a piece of money." Gonzalez waved his hand boldly, not taking this little money seriously at all.
But then, this interesting bald man stopped all his smiles, and his rough face straightened, "like" a knight who was about to face a battle of life and death.
"Because you are a true warrior, I choose to believe you." The temperature around him has risen very high, but Gonzalez's words are as warm and hard as cold iron: "Next, you will
Everything you saw, I hope you will soon forget it. At least, never remember it again before you drink another glass of 'afterglow'."
After saying that, without waiting for any response from Moriarty, Gonzalez stretched out a fist and hit a certain rock brick on the stone wall next to him hard.
"Click..."
Under the impact of the huge fist, the brick that looked the same as the surrounding wall suddenly collapsed in. Then, amid a series of faint rolling sounds of chains and gears, with the sunken rock brick as the center, a one meter square brick
The entire stone wall actually retreated inwards, revealing a dark hole. Immediately, a gust of stale wind blew out from the doorway, carrying a disgusting stench that was almost ready to rip a person's stomach.
Suppressing the strong desire to vomit, Moriarty stood at the entrance of the cave and looked in, but could not see anything due to the darkness.
"Let's go. It's burning my ass." Gonzalez also looked at the entrance of the hole, sighed silently, and then bent down and got in first, holding White in his arms.
Immediately afterwards, Moriarty followed suit.
Then, the stone wall slowly closed again, leaving only the flames continuing to burn on the other side of the wall.
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First update.
The song "You'll Never Walk Alone" was borrowed from the battle song of the English Premier League Liverpool football team. Please note.
