When the group of people hiding in the room heard the sound of crisp sounds that were as crisp as glass colliding from time to time, they all became nervous. Even without saying a word, they could feel that their companions who were joking with them just now suddenly became weaker.

They knew the most clearly what the sound was. After all, most of them saw people disappearing into the white light with their own eyes. Then, after that crisp sound, only a human form of bright red ice crystals was left. The sudden drop in temperature that he felt at that time seemed to be returning to this dark room.

"Who encountered that monster?" someone asked in a low voice, but no one answered them.

Who is it? Marcus thought in his mind, Alps? No, they have been away for a while. It is impossible for them to encounter that monster at such a close distance until now. Maybe they came back with reinforcements and then encountered that monster? Or maybe the Alps did not find reinforcements, but it just happened that guy Anthony and his team encountered monsters nearby?

"Maybe it's just a person who is as separated as us?" someone asked in a low voice. He was very confident in speaking, but obviously the guy was a very pessimistic or cautious person. "Maybe they're dead?"

Before he could finish his words, the crisp sound rang again.

"Impossible," someone immediately denied it after the voice calmed down, "If we were just suddenly encountering that monster like us, it would be impossible for the monster to release that spell so frequently. This is the fourth time we have heard."

"You mean someone is fighting that monster here?" someone asked excitedly, while others responded to him in silence.

"Anyway, we can't wait to die here." As Marcus said, he stood up again, and everyone else looked at him, and he took steps towards the exit without any hesitation: "We can't continue to be a mouse anymore, we must seize the opportunity to meet with others."

While speaking, Marcus had already walked to the door. Two mercenaries who were in charge of guarding the wooden bed blocking the door looked at each other. In the dim room, they saw the fire reflected in each other's eyes, but couldn't see the other's expression. "Maybe we will die when we go out." The man on Marcus' left swallowed and said, "My blood bar has dropped below halfway, and I may die."

"Then you can stay here alone and wait for death," Marcus said coldly as he looked at him, "Come away from this broken wooden bed, I don't have time to bargain here."

Although the other person had already planned to move the wooden bed, the guy on Marcus left stood still and didn't move. Without waiting for him to say anything, someone had already walked over and pushed him aside, and at the same time cursed at him, "Don't stop us if you don't want to go, go there."

"Shut up." Marcus shouted to the shouting man. The man was confused by Marcus's words. He was clearly talking to him. Why is this man so bad? How could I offend him?

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but ask, "I..."

"Shut up!" Marcus's tone this time was even worse than the last time. He first shut his mouth obediently, and immediately a sense of aggrieved anger rushed to his forehead. He had just opened his mouth to argue with Marcus, but suddenly he heard something, and his anger disappeared without a trace.

Everyone else in the room heard it and they looked at the blocked door.

It is the sound of footsteps and the sound of running, echoing in the corridor, and you can clearly hear it even through the broken wooden bed.

"Who is that?" the man asked in confusion.

"No matter who he is! Move the door out immediately!" Marcus said while removing the hammer on his back. "The people underground are all comrades-in-arms. Please help me with the guys!"

Before Marcus could finish his words, the narrow room immediately sounded the sound of various weapons being unsheathed. The three people by the door struggled to move away the broken wooden bed. Marcus took off the lantern at his waist and walked out of the room first. Two other brave mercenaries also followed him with weapons. They used back to back, dispelling the darkness with fire lights, and checked whether there was any danger around them.

There was silence around, the white frost refracted the fire and was still emitting air conditioning, which made Marcus and the others shudder.

"Call the people in the opposite room out and let's go out together." Marcus ordered the people next to him, frowned and took two steps in the direction where the footsteps came.

Then he immediately saw the fire coming from the front, which was rushing towards them.

"Be careful." Marcus said in a deep voice, while hanging up the lantern, holding the warhammer in both hands, ready to deal with the danger at any time. The rushing fire obviously noticed them.

"Who?" Marcus asked in horror from afar, and the movement of the fire stopped.

"Marcus," Marcus replied in a deep voice, "Captain of the Fourth Team of the Strategic Team, who are you?"

The other party was silent for a moment, and then Marcus heard another slightly weak voice reply, "I, we are people of the Iron Chain Knights, we...we are attacked."

"Are you injured?" Marcus asked suspiciously.

The man did not answer immediately. Marcus seemed to hear the other party whispering a few words, but he did not hear clearly. The other party raised the volume and replied: "Yes, we need help."

They said as they walked towards Marcus, the people beside him wanted to walk forward, and he raised his hand and stopped them behind him. "How many of you are?" Marcus asked as he looked at the flames approaching them.

"Two." The other person who, from the voice, should have been unharmed, immediately replied, "Our people are all separated."

"Get some bandages." Marcus said to the people behind him, then he winked at Gavin and walked forward first, while Gavin whispered to tell the people behind him to follow slowly and pay attention to the distance.

Marcus himself kept holding the warhammer and did not let go. He did not believe the other party rashly, because this was a dungeon with monsters. Maybe some hallucinations or ghost-like monsters would appear. If this is the case, Marcus would wave the Black Knight Warhammer in his hand without hesitation.

However, when Marcus approached the fire in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief, because it was indeed two people, and they were covered with the brown cloak of the Iron Chain Knights and the square shield badge of the Iron Chain Knights on their chests. The two had very bad faces, of course. Marcus thought that at the same time, he hung the warhammer back into the leather sheath on his back, and walked in such a dark and terrifying tunnel. I don’t know which corner would pop out, just like a haunted house, and it was natural that he had a bad face.

But one of them looked a little too bad. Marcus looked at him and asked with a frown, "You're injured?"

"Yes..." the man replied weakly, as if he was supported by his companions, as if he would fall down at any time.

Marcus looked at the person behind him and shouted in a deep voice: "Hurry up! There is a serious wounded person here! Come and see if he can rescue him!"

The others also accelerated their pace after hearing the sound. Marcus stepped forward to help support the wounded and sat down on the spot. He turned around and said to Gavin: "Take two people to the front and pay attention to whether there are any monsters approaching!"

"Be careful! His injury is on his back." Another member of the Iron Chain Knights saw that Marcus wanted the man to lean against the wall, and immediately reminded him nervously.

"On the back?" Isn't it a piercing injury? Marcus subconsciously thought of the spear-like black spears in the hands of the monsters, and then he frowned and looked at the wounded's armor. It was just a mature leather armor inlaid with iron pieces, not the full-body steel armor of the heavy cavalry. It was impossible to resist the monster's spear. Suddenly, Marcus noticed that his hand accidentally touched his back when he helped the wounded sit down. With the light of fire, he saw that his gloves were stained with black blood.

"Didn't you give him a hemostatic treatment?" Marcus frowned and looked at the injured's companion.

"The hemostatic ointment and bandage were used, but the wound still couldn't stop bleeding." The man replied anxiously, and the person who helped to deal with the wound also squatted down next to the wounded, and Marcus and the man stood aside.

"Lying face down and endure it for a while," said the man who helped to deal with the wound in a deep voice. "Maybe the level of the hemostatic ointment he used was too low. My first aid stunt skill is d-, so if I come, I should be able to stop it-" The man suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Marcus asked, looking at him.

"This wound was not caused by a monster." The man said as he stood up, looking at Marcus and said seriously, "It was caused by crossbow arrows, and the arrows were still in the wound."

After hearing this, Marcus immediately looked at the injured companion, and he immediately avoided Marcus's gaze with guilt: "Because, because I don't have special skills for medical use, I can only pull off the crossbow arrow and dare not take out the arrow, otherwise there will be no way to stop the bleeding."

"I'm not asking you this," Marcus replied seriously, as he took a step towards the man, who also felt the oppression and took a step back. "Why are there crossbow arrows? Who attacked you?"

Is it a monster with crossbow arrows? Or an underground trap mechanism? Marcus is waiting for the man's answer.

But the man did not answer, but just panicked and avoided Marcus's gaze, and then subconsciously retreated. What was he hiding? Marcus felt something was wrong, but the wounded man who fell to the ground spoke: "We were attacked by the players."

"Player?!" Marcus looked at the wounded man who fell to the ground in surprise, "You mean player?!"

"Yes." The wounded replied weakly, as if he would faint at any time, "and it was women, they attacked us."

"Stop kidding!" someone in the team immediately retorted, "There are no women in our team, and if it is a female player-"

"In the current Golden Falls, it is the only Ghost Sword Brigade?" Marcus interrupted the man, then frowned and looked at the wounded on the ground, "You mean the Ghost Sword Brigade's people attacked you in the tunnel?"

"No, that's right!" The player of the Iron Chain Knights who were still hesitating just now replied quickly.

"Why?" Marcus asked coldly, "Let's not talk about why they ran down here, why did they attack you two?"

"This..." The man immediately hesitated again.

After a whimpering painfully, the wounded man replied: "We don't know either. We received an order to go back to the top to think about the president's request for support, but when we met them halfway, they told us that they were support and asked us to lead them, but... but later, they attacked us from behind..."

"Really?" Marcus looked at the panicked guy suspiciously, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Of course it's true! Why do we lie to you?!" the man replied in a panic.

"If you don't believe it, you can take out the arrow on my back..." The wounded man who fell to the ground said weakly, "Please hurry up... This arrow has been putting my blood all the time, and the bleeding-suppressing ointment is useless at all. This arrow is obviously specially made... It is natural for those crazy women in the Ghost Sword Brigade to use this kind of thing?"

The man who came up to help with the wound looked at Marcus, who nodded and signaled him to continue, so the man immediately squatted down.

"Look at them, don't let them touch their weapons." Marcus ordered with a calm face, walking towards Gavin who was standing in front of him.

"Tell everyone here that you must be careful when you see others, especially women."

...

"Who is ahead?!" Vader shouted at the person ahead.

At this moment, they had just walked down a spacious staircase and came to a huge underground space. The spacious staircase reminded them of the tunnel full of insect-like monsters that they first entered into Black City. Fortunately, the round dome here can be seen clearly, and there are no monsters hidden.

The huge underground space made everyone gasp. They looked up and couldn't see the ceiling. The cold walls extended from the left and right sides of the exit of the stairs and disappeared into the darkness. The flames of the torch held in the hands of the person walking in the front could not dispel all the darkness. They could only barely see the huge stone pillars standing in the darkness. This was indeed a very large space, just like a palace.

And the moment they walked into the palace, they also saw the flashing of fire in the darkness in the distance, and the fire was obviously the masters of the footprints they followed along.

The firelights looked really far apart, but because they were too dark and without reference objects, they could not judge the approximate distance between the two sides. Everyone slowed down the rhythm of their breathing and quietly waited for the other party's reply. Anthony looked at the expressions of the people around them, their faces were serious, and they looked like statues in the dim firelight. After they learned about the "traitor", they almost always had this expression, and they didn't even have the dirty jokes and chats in their spare time.

This was also expected by Anthony, but there was no harm. After all, it was better than being betrayed without any defense and then resenting Anthony afterwards.

Such quiet waiting seemed calm at first, but the other party refused to answer for a long time, and the atmosphere slowly began to become anxious. Just as Vader spat impatiently and planned to shout again, the other party's voice came slowly. In this huge underground space, among the huge stone pillars, it echoed: "We are the Iron Chain Knights, who are you?"

It was Orson, and Anthony immediately heard the voice. "Oson! It's me!" Anthony shouted, and then he immediately turned to look at the man who was the most sturdy and holding an iron shield in the team. "You go ahead and I'll follow you. Remember to push the shield and be careful of the other party's hidden arrows."

Just as Anthony followed the man two steps forward and the others slowly followed behind, the other party's voice also came: "Anthony?"

"It's me," Anthony replied loudly, "Why are you here?"

At this time, Anthony noticed that the fire in front of them was also approaching them. "We are lost," Orson replied loudly, "We broke here by chance. It seems that we are lucky. We should have found the right way."

"We are so, we are lucky." Anthony replied with a smile. "We found your footprints and followed us. Didn't Joel be with you?"

"No, no." Orson replied immediately, the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. "Our people were separated and we had not found Joel. We were attacked by monsters of one level. Have you met that guy?"

"Yes! Most of my people are dead. I guess I will see those dead rookies hanging me on the forum when I get off the line." Anthony replied quippedly.

"There's nothing," Orson replied with a smile. Anthony realized that he could see the other party's people at this time, and the two sides were still approaching. "How many people are there left of you? I have only four people here."

"Four? There are sixteen left of us." Anthony raised his eyebrows. Anthony glanced at their people from afar. The four of them were wearing brown cloaks of the Knights's Iron Chain. "Where are your 'secret weapons'? Haven't you been with you?"

"He's dead." Orson replied with a wry smile, "I guess I'll be scolded to death by Barovulfu when I look back."

"Dead?" This information made Anthony stunned. They got closer and closer, and Anthony could gradually see Orson's face, gray and dirt-like, but there was still a smile in his dark green eyes.

"Yes, dead," he said, sighing, "It's so delightful to see you, old friend. You don't know how bad it is to bring only four people in such a haunted place."

"Sixteen people are bad, trust me," Anthony comforted with a smile.

Orson looked at Anthony's face and the smile in his eyes gradually disappeared: "I should really remember what you said."

"What does it mean?" Anthony frowned.

He looked at the person behind Anthony, then lowered his voice and said, "Flying Fish has rebelled. He killed our mage and two others, then touched the trap and disappeared into the tunnel.

"As you said, that guy is a traitor."
Chapter completed!