Then... what is that?

In the darkness, Thales looked at the rock formation above Kurtz in fear.

He blinked hard, but still saw nothing. The top of Kurt's head was pitch black.

Hell River Sin gave him no feedback.

"Hey, kid!"

The seamstress' dissatisfaction almost filled this small cave: "Are you kidding me?"

The voice echoed frequently in the cave.

Thales was startled by this angry shout.

"nothing……"

The young man took a deep breath and stared at the top of Kurtz's head in shock: "Let's go, I was distracted..."

"Come here."

Thales stretched out his arms with all his strength this time, raised the eternal lamp to the front, looked around with lingering fear, moved forward bit by bit, and finally took Kurtz's hand and climbed up.

Naturally, it also attracted a lot of female seamstresses.

But Thales no longer cares about that.

As Kurtz continued to explore the way forward, Thales held a lamp alone and passed by the original position of the face.

The latter couldn't help but frequently raised his head and held up the lamp to confirm whether there really was a strange face above his head.

But there was still nothing, only stones quietly embedded in the rock formations.

Did I see it wrong?

Yes?

Thales took a deep breath, suppressed his trembling hands and feet, and tried to throw away all the thoughts that the atmosphere was wrong. He followed the light from Kurtz in front of him, hugged the eternal lamp in his arms, and braved the darkness without seeing his fingers.

Continue to move forward in this environment.

They advanced again for half an hour.

During this period, Thales stepped forward cautiously, feeling extremely anxious with every step.

His heartbeat was almost no longer his own.

Unknowingly, the prince was dripping with cold sweat.

"Very good, we have walked more than half way, and now above our heads..." the seamstress's voice came, sounding quite satisfied: "It's not far!"

Thales felt relieved.

In front of the cave, Kurtz supported the rock wall on his left hand and turned to the right.

But at this moment, on the empty wall that Kurtz pressed with his left hand...

A human face suddenly appeared!

Thales felt a numbness in his chest, couldn't breathe, and was shaking all over!

"Snapped!"

His eternal lamp hit his feet, and the flames flickered, casting Thales's shadow onto the rock wall, but it failed to cover the outline of the face.

It was a man with deep features and blue dye on his forehead and cheeks.

Like the first man before him, his muscles were thin and atrophied, his eyes were pale, his lips were closed and his teeth were exposed, and his complexion was so pale that he did not look like a living person.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Kurtz gritted his teeth and turned back: "I told you not to drop the lamp!"

"Without the lighting, are you going to hit your head out?"

The seamstress was a palm's length away from the face on the rock wall, but she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

【we have to……】

The man in the rock wall stared at Thales with his pupilless eyes, his cervical vertebrae slowly rotated like a rusty clock, his black lips opened and closed, and an unpleasant sound came from his dead wood-like teeth, as if in his ears.

Came from the side:

[Elves...kill them all...]

[The orcs... also killed them all...]

[Enemy countries... also kill them all...]

[Why can’t we... kill them all...]

Kurtz was still scolding the boy unhappily, as if he and the man were in two different worlds, so he didn't hear him.

This is……

Mixed with the grammar of the ancient empire...the common language of the Western Continent?

Thales, who was feeling frightened and about to cry, had a stiff face and pointed in the direction that Kurtz was facing: "But..."

"There……"

However, when he turned his eyes again, Thales discovered in horror:

The man is gone.

Kurtz turned around in confusion: only the dark rock wall was left behind her.

No human face.

Covered alternately by lights and shadows, it is as peaceful as before.

Thales was stunned.

He began to tremble slightly.

Kurtz frowned and looked at him: "Hey!"

"What's there?"

The young man shook his head violently.

Thales took a big breath and jumped up like a flexible rabbit!

He picked up the eternal lamp and used his hands and feet to escape from the rock wall, almost rolling and crawling, and ran in front of Kurtz.

The frightened prince turned around the strange rock wall, and saw another pitch black in front of him, and he could barely see a downward slope.

"No, Kurtz," Thales swallowed his throat while running. His fingers were numb and his voice was unstable:

"Something's wrong."

Kurtz was a little stunned: "What?"

Thales resolutely resisted the desire to look back and shook his head: "Black Path... this place is very evil."

"I saw something... something."

Kurtz looked at Thales' embarrassment thoughtfully and suddenly smiled.

"Are you really afraid of the dark?"

The creepy Thales bit his lower lip and tried his best not to think: "This is not black..."

He was interrupted.

"Shut up!" The seamstress rushed in front of him fiercely and stabbed his chest: "I promised the lame man, then I will definitely send you out..."

"Follow carefully!"

"Don't be afraid of the dark!"

Thales, who was on the verge of tears and horrified, was speechless.

Cursing in front of him, Kurtz jumped down a slope, causing airflow, and a chill came from around him.

Thales had no choice but to cry sadly, hang the eternal lamp on his chest, put one foot in front, hold his hands behind his back, and slide down the slope.

This time, he opened his eyes wide, and the sin in the prison river flowed faster and faster.

"I remember just walking through here..."

Thales listened absently, but just as he was about to slide to the bottom of the slope...

He was facing each other on his back, and three figures suddenly appeared on the rock wall at the top!

Old man, woman, man.

Thales, who was falling, trembled all over!

A low and eerie whisper came to his ears again.

[You are...I am...Who are we...] This is the call of the old man, and the common language with the Northland accent is full of confusion.

[You are us... We are you...] This is a man's whisper, full of ancient imperial prose, the language is elegant, but very strange.
To be continued...