Lancelo entered the world of shadows, and the feeling was very wonderful. The surrounding scenes turned into black, white and gray colors, and stacked together in a very special way, as if the world he was originally in had always been in a huge fish tank, and suddenly he got outside the fish tank and turned into a shadow with only area and no height.

This strange state lasted only a very short time. Lancelo was able to pass through a narrow crack and enter a wider space. The color of the surrounding environment quickly recovered, and he also regained a three-dimensional form, along with the demon monkey girl who was pulled by him - the latter was covering his mouth tightly with his other hand, his eyes as big as an egg.

Lancelo put a index finger in front of his lips and signaled his companion to keep quiet. The monkey demon quickly recovered from his surprise, nodded to him, and signaled that he understood.

The two turned their heads and looked at the space they were in and found that it seemed to be the interior of a watchtower. The surrounding stone walls had windows made of obsidian, which could roughly see the outside scene. However, they didn't see any abnormalities in the Obsidian city wall when they were climbing just now. The top of the watchtower was also completely covered by obsidian, but they certainly could not withstand the full-strength attack of the Barol Flame Demon, provided that it could fly to that height, and knew the structure of the volcanic fort, and where to start.

Lancelow soon confirmed that there were no devils nearby, but there were traces of invaders coming everywhere - the walls were covered with dark red blood, which had not yet completely turned black, and the air was filled with the stench of decay and deteriorating corpses. On their left, on the ground near the exit were two shattered corpses, and to their right was a small desk, with Tifflin with arrows stuck on his back.

The arrow seemed to be completely made of brass, the foot was as thick as a thumb, and the person who fired it had excellent skills and accurately penetrated the victim's heart. Lancelow noticed that the Tifflin's right calf was a metal prosthetic, obviously caused by an accident that happened a long time ago and had nothing to do with the murderer who killed him last night.

"There is no enemy on the street outside." Jing carefully retreated from the exit and reported to him softly, "Can we release the others?"

Lancelo nodded, untied the dimensional bag at his waist and placed it on the ground, then reached into the magic container, and pulled out his friends one by one.

"Ha! Lancelo, you're doing a good job in this bag!" Bruto greeted Lancelo with a smile, then turned his head and said to the half-elf who was still confused, "What am I saying, Lancelo can definitely handle it!"

"Speak quietly, this is the area controlled by the enemy." Lancelo looked at the dwarf helplessly, "That bag is Little Isa's bedroom. Didn't you mess with me?"

"Don't worry, except for accidentally breaking a chair, everything inside is normal, and I've fixed it! The hammer is such a good thing, it can be used as a weapon and a tool..." The dwarf sniffed heavily, "Damn it, the smell here is really bad. What is that, a Tifflin?"

"The dead Tifflin should be a non-combatant." Tanya moved the body away, revealing the parchment paper he pressed under him. "This is... the text of the abyss. Can anyone understand this?"

"Let me see..." Alamil leaned over, "...The next day after the siege, he observed a Badz legion of about 3,000 people leaving and heading towards the east of Shuangqiao Town. The leader was a sapling demon... The part behind was stained with blood and could not be seen clearly. This Tifflin should be a clerk, recording the information that can be seen in the watchtower. Such a devil can't do such a thing, and the devil who did it was unhappy to do such a small thing."

"Vesuvi did not mention that there were civilians in the city." Lancelo's expression was a little ugly. "Alamil, can you let him speak? Maybe we can get some useful information."

"No problem, wait."

The elf priest turned the corpse over and made it look like it was sitting on a chair. Then he took out a small piece of candle from the small bag containing spell casting materials at his waist and lit it and placed it at the feet of the corpse. After finishing the preparations, he held his shield with Shuni's divine emblem painted on it and began to chant the mysterious spell in a low voice.

As the spell was completed, the blue smoke from the candle rotated in a supernatural way and eventually all penetrated into the corpse's nose. Lancelo was very sure that something returned to the corpse, and the next moment, the corpse's eyelids suddenly opened, and he looked ahead with a pair of eyes that had no focus.

"…Hello…"

It is obviously not easy to speak with the stiff and cold lungs. The voice of the deceased sounds distant, hollow and full of echoes, as if it is located inside a deep cave. Alamil nodded at Lancelo, indicating that he could start asking questions, and also shook his open palm, indicating that he could ask a total of five questions.

"Who are you?" Lancelo thought for a while, and decided to start with the most basic question.

"Amnon...Pek...Clerk of Volcano Fort..."

"Who killed you, and the two devil guards at the door?"

"A devil... an ogre... is as strong as... with a halberd... and a crossbow..."

"How many civilians are there in the volcanic fort like you?"

“…a few hundred…can’t fight…can’t leave…”

"After the enemy breaks the city, do they have any place to hide?"

“…West ​​to the west…My Lord…Shenzhen…underground…”

Everyone looked at each other silently and confirmed that they had heard this important information. The elf priest shook his finger at Lancelo and reminded him that there was only one last question left, but Lancelo shook his head and said that he had nothing to ask.

"I'll ask one." Bruto shrugged, "Do you have anything important?"

“…the coat…the pocket inside…”

After answering the last question, the corpse's face quickly turned gray, and his body fell back weakly, and some energy to maintain its movement was completely exhausted. Bruto sighed, stepped forward and reached into the other party's coat, and soon touched a special item.

"What is this? A letter?" the dwarf waved the rectangular envelope to everyone. "Obviously this is very important to him, but it is useless to us. Otherwise, I'd better put the letter back..."
Chapter completed!