Earl Tarahan is a very cautious person. Although he was a little panicky when he fled for his life, after he got into the water, he was stimulated by the icy river water, and he quickly recovered his calm.

"Don't move, get some water plants or other debris and put them on top of our heads for cover, and we will float slowly along the current." He said to the demon through the contract's spiritual link.

The demon froze for a moment, then understood and nodded vigorously.

Swimming in the water is too noisy, and as long as there is someone by the river, the enemy will definitely be able to detect it. In contrast, rafting along the current, although slow, is better than nothing unusual. As long as there is something covering the top of the head, even if the enemy arranges a special person to stare at the river, they may not be able to see it.

This method is indeed extremely safe, very suitable!

But this method also has a big disadvantage, that is, it is cold.

It was late winter and early spring, and the climate in the northern part of the kingdom had not really warmed. It was just melting snow. The water in this small river in the valley is icy cold, and even if you just reach out and touch it, you will feel your hair stand on end.

To lie still in such water and float with the current?

I'm afraid that if you float for a while, the living will become dead!

Although the devil has the ability to resist the cold, and the earl also has magical props to keep out the cold, the ability to resist the cold is limited, and the power of the magic props is also limited. That's all for a while. If you stay in such a low temperature environment for a long time, let alone a human being, even a demon can't bear it.

However, they have no choice. The cold may not kill them, but with their injuries and exhaustion now, if they are blocked by the experts who deal with demons, they are doomed.

As a result, in the slowly flowing river, there was a clump of withered aquatic plants. Below the water plants, there were two more escapees trying their best to keep out the cold.

(It's definitely no problem!)

The Earl looked at the water plants above his head and saw the blue sky through the water plants, and his mood gradually relaxed.

(How long have I not seen such a sky?)

His thoughts gradually became soothing and soft, and he remembered something that he had not thought of for a long time.

(Actually, the sky is there every day, but I have not been interested in looking up at the sky for a long time.)

(I will retire after I go back this trip and deal with those adventurers. While I still have some energy, take a good rest for the last year or two, and then pass on the contract...)

Suddenly, he was slightly taken aback, feeling that something was wrong.

Why is the river water not as cold as before?

At first, he thought it was an illusion. Maybe it was because he had been frozen for too long and got used to it, or simply because his body had begun to be paralyzed—many people who were rescued from freezing had experienced freezing to death, but instead felt Warm illusion.

But soon, he ruled out this possibility, because he felt that the river was getting warmer.

Yes, it's warm, even... It's getting warmer gradually.

"Look what's going on?" he asked the demon through the psychic link.

In order to avoid revealing their whereabouts, they did not try to observe the scene on the river - the principle of not being immortal, whether people or demons, is clear.

But now it can't be done. The river water is getting hotter and hotter, and it is gradually hot to the point of bathing water. If it continues to be so hot, the demon with strong heat resistance may be fine, and the Earl is only afraid that he will be cooked alive.

The magic props on his body used to resist heat have exhausted his strength when he resisted the fireball in the previous magic circle.

The demon nodded slightly, his head sticking out a little, hidden in the water plants, but not conspicuous.

In the next instant, its body stiffened.

On the riverside not far ahead, a man wearing a scarlet robe and surrounded by three flaming fireballs was using his wand to emit raging flames, boiling a large area of ​​the river in front of him.

Legend has it that if a magician of the legendary rank concentrates on the study of fire magic, in the end, he will have the power to burn mountains and boil seas. Although the man in front of him is not of the legendary rank, it does not seem difficult for him to boil a river.

Even worse, there were several other people beside this man.

One looks a bit like an elf, but his body is surrounded by a mist of white mist, and his hair is straight strands of ice crystals.

A man with a strange longbow, there are pulleys on each of the two sections of the bow, and there is an unknown object in the center.

One looks a bit like a lizardman, but is more than twice as tall as an ordinary lizardman. He has short horns, and his scales gleam in the sun, which complements the sharp blade of the battle axe on his shoulder.

There is also a young woman in a plain robe, holding a wooden stick with green leaves on the top.

"Fire Mage, Ice Mage, Archer, Warrior, Druid." The demon hurriedly retracted his head and told the Count, "There are five people guarding the river, the Fire Mage is not sure if it is boring, put him in front of him. A large section of the river has boiled."

The count turned pale. He never thought that there would be such a boring powerhouse in the world.

Wasting magic power to boil a section of river water, is this sick!

However, this seemingly sick method actually cuts off the possibility of anyone escaping along the river.

Swim through boiling water?

Demons may be able to try it, but humans absolutely cannot!

The Count thought for a while with a pale face, but at last there was nothing he could do. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the interceptors, and the river was getting hotter and hotter, he finally couldn't bear it any longer and made up his mind.

"Back! Let's take a detour!"

"Aren't you trying to break through? Breaking through this line of defense may be safe."

"If you can't rush out, a strong man who can boil the river is already very difficult to deal with. If his four companions are about the same level as him, are you sure you can rush over?"

"...Not at all."

Zhen Cannian was muttering, "The scum of Wumian, I actually want Lao Tzu to guard the river here, what is there to watch in the river?", while urging the magic to boil a large section of the river in front of him. The scavenger exclaimed.

"The target is here!"

"What?" He froze for a moment, turned his head to look, and saw a black figure rushing out of the water.

"Good job!" Yuneruo laughed loudly, swung his battle axe, jumped up, and was about to make a jump. Others also reacted and prepared to attack.

But... the black shadow did not rush over, but fled in the opposite direction, away from them, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Among the passers-by responsible for intercepting, only the scavenger shot a sword in time, and the rest of the people were not able to catch the attack.

"Crash!" With a sound of water, Yunero slashed with an axe and fell into the warm water.

He stood up a little embarrassed, took two steps, and reached the almost boiled river.

"Hey, your water is very hot, you can use it for a bath." He smiled and said to Zhen Cannian, "Anyway, the target has run away, why don't we take a bath in the hot spring."

Zhen Cannian looked at the direction in which the enemy fled and sighed deeply.

"I knew it earlier... I wouldn't cook a river with cheap hands! The meat that came to my door had wings and ran away!"