The Alps was lying beside the fire, and the iron armor on his curved surface was sunk in, and even several pieces of it broke down. Fortunately, the hp strips were not all deducted, and the monster's attack just now almost killed the Alps. Even wearing heavy iron armor, he was smashed and flew out.

When Olaf and the Iron Fist lifted him into the whistle tower with a fire, they also found Sister Simoken, holding a crossbow and looking panicked. "No! Don't come here! You monsters!" Sister Simoken seemed to be frightened by something, so that the three of them did not recognize this nun with a strong personality at the first time.

"Relax, ma'am! We are mercenaries of the kingdom!" Olaf said with his hands raised, showing the white dragon emblem on his chest, "We won't hurt you..."

"Mercenary?" Sister Ximoken lowered the crossbow in her hand a little, and pointed the arrow at the feet of the three of them. "Why did the mercenary come to this place?"

"We are here..." Olaf was about to explain something when he recognized her, "Miss Simoken? Is it really you?"

"You are..." At this time, Sister Simoken obviously recognized the three people through the fire, "Are you the ones who took Hemi?"

"Yes! It's us! I really didn't expect to meet you again here." Tieqin seemed a little happy.

"Hey." Alps shouted weakly. He felt his chest tightness and pain, and obviously had several broken ribs. "Can you put me down first?"

"Is he injured?" Sister Simoken remembered her identity at this time. She immediately put down the crossbow in her hand, picked up a few animal fur blankets and spread them on the ground. "Put him here, I will deal with the wound in an emergency."

"That's really saved," Olaf said, and put the Alps on the blanket with his iron fist.

As soon as the Alps was put on the blanket, Sister Simoken's face turned pale because of the broken iron armor on his chest. "Is this... that monster did it?" Before the three of them could answer, Sister Simoken suddenly remembered something, "By the way! Mr. Kangting! Have you seen Mr. Kangting? He was fighting that monster just now! Have you seen him?" She asked hopefully, but her hands that helped take off the Alps' iron armor did not hesitate at all.

Olaf and Iron Fist looked at each other, but didn't know how to tell her better. "He was captured by the monster," Alps said to her, "we were about to go and save him."

After hearing them, Sister Simoken helped Alps remove the armor paused for a little while, and then continued to tremble and removed the broken armor. The broken edge of the armor cut the chain mail and the warm wool sweater inside, leaving a wound where the ribs could be seen, and the blood dyed wool sweater was dyed red. Alps looked at Sister Simoken's eyes, and looked a little red from the flames.

At this time, Iron Fist also squatted down next to Sister Ximoken, "I can do some medical skills," Iron Fist's low voice made Sister Ximoken raise his head and look at him in surprise. Then Iron Fist took out a lot of bandages and ointments from the "backpack", making Sister Ximoken blink.

After getting the ointment and bandage, Sister Simoken showed a look of surprise, and then she lowered her head to look at the Alps, "It may hurt a little, but you are a mercenary, so you should be able to bear it?"

"Wait, wait! I'll adjust the real index!" Alps shouted quickly, and Sister Simoken watched him raise a finger and scratched the air, "Okay, you... be gentle."

Sister Simoken shook her head. Are the mercenaries all like to talk nonsense and superstitious about unreliable spells and other people? Sister Simoken has served the holy tree in the church for many years, and the old nun also warned her many times that the power of the gods came from prayer, and spells or runes could not borrow their power. Sister Simoken calmed down a little and focused on what was happening in front of her.

After seeing Sister Simoken start to deal with her injuries, Tiequan first squatted beside her worriedly, and then Olaf shouted out. "What's the matter?" Tiequan followed Olaf to the exit of the mail tower, "I have to stare at that NPC and don't let her do anything randomly, I'm not very relieved to her."

"Forget it, you are a surgeon, who else can you rest assured of besides yourself?" Olaf patted his shoulder, "Relax, this is a game. In the settings, all nuns are all women with excellent medical skills, just leave it to her."

Iron Fist didn't comment, and he looked at the howling night of cold wind, "What's the matter?"

"How likely do you think Joel is to be alive?" Olaf asked in a low voice, his voice almost covered by the wind.

Tie Fist thought seriously, "According to the situation last time, he should still be alive. If that guy said the 'Sleepless One' as you said, things other than the flames should not be able to kill him."

Olaf nodded, agreeing with Iron Fist's statement, "And this time it seems a bit strange. The monster did not kill Joel immediately, but took him to the ancient fortress."

"What does it mean?" Iron Fist seemed to have noticed something.

"The priest's skills will have an additional bonus when dealing with the 'resurrection creature', and you saw it just now." Olaf said, removing the hammer from his waist. "This skill has never had the power that just now, which can tell some things."

"And the 'Sleepless' is also a 'resurrection thing' in the setting." Iron Fist nodded slightly. He still had some understanding of the game's plot or setting, "That is to say, Joel is similar to that monster's attributes? So the monster did not kill him but took him away?"

"I don't know." Olaf shook his head, and the screams of the Alps came out of the whistle.

"Gentle, be gentle!" he shouted.

"Please be patient!" Sister Simoken said patiently, and then said to herself, "Mr. Kang Ting would not yell like this at all."

"What should we do next? Are we going to go down to find him?" Tie Fist asked in a deep voice. "Its body shape is completely different from that in the open space and in the fortress."

"I want to go down and find it," Olaf turned and looked at the two people next to the brazier inside. "They are different from us. If we die, we can recreate a character. If they die... they die."

Tie Fist didn't say anything, but turned around and walked towards the nun. He showed a very careful expression that was not in line with his tall figure, and carefully observed the way the nun treated the wound.

Olaf rubbed his brows, and he turned to look at the darkness outside the whistle. The north wind blew the snow into the whistle, and the snow began to get heavier. As soon as possible, Olaf told himself that if the snow fell more, they would not be able to get out of the snow field.

Looking at the darkness, Olaf's thoughts returned to the past.

...

Joel climbed to the terrace on the second floor of the hall after walking through a narrow servant with a staircase, where he found the rope. He raised the torch and saw more snowflakes falling from there. It was obvious that someone had been here before, dug a hole in the dome, and then entered the fortress with a rope. But he did not take the rope away, or he did not leave here.

Joel reached out to pull the rope, feeling that it should be able to support his weight. Joel opened the "backpack" and stuffed the burning torch in his hand. The flame disappeared instantly. Joel touched the black and climbed up the guardrail of the second-floor terrace, then grabbed the rope, and then grabbed the rope with his hands and feet. There was no stepping under his feet. The feeling of hanging and darkness made Joel dizzy, and the pain on his body broke out again due to violent movement. The collision of shackles made a jingle sound. Joel gritted his teeth tightly and continued to climb up inch by inch.

The sound of footsteps of the dongdong also came to the hall, "Lehman?" Then Joel heard it walking back and forth while he was coming down, "Lehman? Are you there?" the boy called. Joel held his breath and stopped crawling upwards, and the shackles tied on his hands and feet did not make any jingle sounds. After thinking about the dongdongdongdongxiao sound for a while, Joel heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and the footsteps gradually faded away, followed by the sound of the door being closed. At this time, Joel breathed a sigh of relief and continued to crawl hard.

Several times Joel thought he could not hold on. The ropes broke Joel's palm. He felt a scorching pain in his palm, but he knew that as soon as he let go, he would fall from here and break into pieces. If he didn't die, he would fall into the hands of that thing. In that case, he would never see Hemi again.

Hermi Joel gritted his teeth and continued to climb upwards. I can't die, I can't die no matter what.

I don't know how long it took, in the darkness, when Joel almost thought he could not hold on to the top, the cold snowflakes fell on Joel's hand. The cold touch made Joel, who was exhausted, shudder. He raised his head and saw the top of the rope, the hole with an ice cone hanging from the edge, and the flames set the snow and ice there with golden edges.

"Is this the hole you said that your friend dug?" The Alpine voice came from outside the hole above, and then the firelight approached a little, a piece of snow was trampled down and fell from Joel's side.

"Be careful not to fall down. No one can save you if you fall at this height." The low voice of the iron fist also sounded.

Then Joel saw a torch leaning in from outside the cave, almost illuminating the stone dome, "Take me," then Joel saw the hand holding the torch leaning into the cave, and the iron helmet of the Alps also crossed the edge of the cave. Joel found that his iron breastplate had been taken off, and only a layer of chain mail was put on, and the cardigan inside seemed to be stained with blood.

Joel and the Alps with the iron helmet looked at each other for two seconds.

"Damn!" Alps exclaimed, and Olaf and Iron Fist behind him hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's Joel! Pull the rope up!" Alps shouted excitedly.

Finally...Joel grinned knowingly and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the Alps' terrified shouts again, "Joel, be careful!"

Joel suddenly turned his head and saw the pale deer skull looming under the faint firelight. Then something pulled Joel's shackles, "Catch, hold on, you," the boy said. The huge force pulled the shackles, and Joel's hands rubbed the ropes apart, dyeing a whole piece of rope red. Joel quickly let go of his hand. If he persisted, the rope might break, and there would be no way out at that time.

After loosening the rope, Joel only felt a sense of weightlessness. He fell to the darkness below, and then his momentum suddenly stopped. Joel hung upside down in the darkness, and all the bones in his body were crying. Then the other one of the thing grabbed Joel and pressed him against the wall. The huge force made Joel, who was already exhausted, unable to move.

"Why run around?" asked the child's voice. Joel saw a pale deer skull coming to him in the darkness. His tone sounded very angry, "Lehman shouldn't be such a person."

Who is Lehman?! Joel wanted to ask it, but the strength of its huge hands made Joel almost breathless. His hands, which were still able to move, grabbed its cold and slippery skin tightly. The cold feeling slightly relieved the pain in the worn palm.

"No, no." The eyes behind the deer skull seemed to be looking at Joel's face, "Lehman is dead. He has been with me."

What? Joel was confused when he heard it, and then he saw another thing appearing in the darkness, a purple-black vesicle-like face, with dark holes in his eyes and mouth, but Joel recognized that face: that was my face.

"Look! Lehman is here!" The boy made a surprise voice, and then he looked at Joel again, "So who are you?" Joel felt the power of the giant hand increased a little, and his bones were almost broken.

"Who are you...?" Joel heard the face exactly like himself calling. It got closer and closer. Joel saw the twisted face full of pain. No, this is not me. "Who are you...?" The face was twisted again because of anger, "You!"

"Don't, come here!" Looking at the face that was getting closer and closer, Joel reached out to push it in a panic.

...

The sound of swords colliding in the dim practice hall was heard one after another, and the warm fire emitted by the torches inserted on the stone pillars dispelled the darkness, and also filled the entire hall with a smell of smoke mixed with the smell of sweat.

"Lehman?" The boy's voice pulled him back from his trance, "Lehman? Why are you stunned?"

He looked at the boy holding a dull sword in front of him and shook his head, "I'm just thinking about some official duties, Your Highness."

The shadows of others were elongated, becoming blurred and unreal, but the sound of their footsteps, breathing and swords colliding echoed in the hall.

"I'm not a nobleman," the boy waved a weapon that was too heavy for him. "I am now a warrior, a ranger! Ranger captain Lehman, please train carefully!" After saying that, the boy raised the blunt sword in his hand and attacked him, and he easily pushed away his sword.

"The sword is raised too high, lower it, and," he suddenly became stern, holding the blunt sword he used to practice. "The sword is used to stab!"

...

What was that?! Joel suddenly woke up from his memories. The smell in the air was only the stench and the smell of cold air from the thing. Joel hurriedly took his hand back from the twisted face.

"Why?" The face also showed a confused look, and could see clearly in the darkness, "Why? Who are you?!"

At this time, Joel also understood and saw his memory. What he had just seen was his memory, Lehman's memory. But why can we see each other's memory? Joel was also confused, but more fearful.

"No! Return my body to me!" The face suddenly became furious and roared at Joel.

"Get out! Don't come over!" Joel roared and stretched out his hands to block it, pressing his hands on the purple-black twisted face. Two angry voices echoed in the empty hall.

...

The lord sat behind the desk, and the dim light came through the floor-to-ceiling window. A tapestry was drawn with stags symbolizing their family on the wall behind him. The desk was filled with books, documents, several heavy rosters, and a straight sword contained in the exquisite leather scabbard. The lord's eyes were still wise, but his body had long become weak due to poison, just like an old man.

"Lehman." The Lord's voice was hoarse and low, "Timi's safety will be fully entrusted to you."

"This is my duty." Lehman lowered his head.

The lord waved his hand, "The Ranger's duty is to defend the country, not to take care of the children." He paused, "This is not an order given to you by my lord, but a request to you as a friend."

Lehman remained silent.

"I know you will never forgive me, but..." The lord stood up with difficulty, his body almost shaking, "Timi is innocent."

The lord held the edge of the desk and walked to Lehman. He reached out and picked up the straight sword. His dry hands could hardly be picked up. Then he handed the sword to Lehman with trembling hands, and Lehman also reached out to take it.

"This is the sword passed down from our family, called 'Silence', forged by cold iron." The lord said in a trembling voice, "I have no way to hold the sword anymore. Now I will hand it over to you, but you must swear that you will use it to guard Timi for life, so that he will... be spared from disaster."

Lehman drew out the sword from the scabbard, and the blade was polished to light and emitted a cold light, but the sword body exuded a deep black.

"I swear," Lehman said, looking at the "silent" blade, "My swear, I swear that I will guard Timmy for life and save him from disaster."

...

Joel took his hand away from that face again, and the scene before him flashed back to the darkness again, and only the pale deer skull and twisted purple face were vaguely seen.

No! This is not me! Joel almost wanted to shout in despair, I am not a Lehman! I am...

Joel reached out into the air, reached into the "backpack" panel, and grabbed the dagger that Sister Simoken dug out of the snow, "I am Joel? Contin!" Joel roared and stabbed the sword into the twisted purple-black face.

The boy under the deer skull let out a shrill cry, and countless faces, like vesicles growing like beards, also roared together, "This is your oath!" Joel roared at the face, "Not mine!" The iron sword in his hand stabbed deeper, Joel felt that the dagger seemed to have stabbed something hard, and something like blood poured out from under the sword.

The thing's giant hand grabbed Joel's body and threw him out. Joel directly broke a long table, and the wine and food on it scattered all over the ground. Joel swayed and stood up from the broken long table and food. His body was getting more and more adaptable to the pain. As far as Joel knew, mercenaries were also a physique that could quickly join the battle as long as they were not fatal injuries. Legend has it that because they became a mercenary, they cut off their connection with the past, and were blessed by the Sword Swallowing Snake.

The hp bar in the upper left of Joel's vision fell to the bottom again, but it did not drop to 1 o'clock. Joel raised his head and quickly took out the torch from his "backpack". However, before he could light the torch, he heard the squirming sound of the thing.

"No! Lehman? Lehman?" The boy's voice was very panicked, and then Joel heard the twisted voice like himself making a burst of vomiting sound, followed by the sound of liquid falling on the stone floor, and finally a metal falling on the ground, as if a sword fell on the ground.

The thing was waving something in the dark, and began to wave his arms to smash things. Joel listened in confusion as the sound of the long table bench being overturned and smashed, and the ground was shaking. After Joel touched the black and hid a little, he took out the flint and tar pot to light the torch again. The flames immediately illuminated a large area of ​​darkness. The offensive of the thing not far away became even more crazy, as if fighting with the shadow, all the long table benches around him had been shattered.

What exactly happened? Joel, with doubt, reached out and lit the torch on both sides of the hall with the torch in his hand, and the flames gradually illuminated the hall.

"Joel!" Joel raised his head and saw a torch light coming from the hole in the dome. "The Alps is being chased by the boss! Go and distract him from the boss!" After hearing Olaf's voice, Joel looked at the thing in surprise. He was still waving his boneless arm and hitting the ground, but Joel did not see the shadow of the Alps.

What's going on? Joel raised the torch in surprise and confirmed again that there were no other people around him.
Chapter completed!