When everything was over, the monster's body was completely burned out, and Grerogan carefully picked up the amulet with the magic stone and the fragments of the white grace knife on it. He took the thing far away, then took it outside and threw it into the abyss.

Bai En sat on the sarcophagus, exhausting all his feelings. He sat in the middle of the ruins and corpses after a terrible battle, thinking to himself that things had reached this point again. And his sacrificial knife was damaged, one piece was broken, and one piece was damaged by the fire because he had been stuck on the monster. Only a part of the fragments of the sacrificial knife remained in his hands. These two sacrificial knives were made of the arms of the person he vowed to avenge. When they cut their throats or pierce each other's eyes, they can complete the revenge with the masters of their arms.

And now everything is gone, that sword is a powerful weapon, but Bai En cannot cast spells with that sword, and the fragments of the sacrificial knife cannot recreate a weapon that can be used for combat, even if it is forced to make it The loss caused by a long battle.

He heard Guerrerogan's footsteps getting closer. The dwarf entered the room breathlessly.

"Good news, Morris is still alive." He said.

"It is indeed good news." Bai En nodded subconsciously.

"The bad news is that Goblin is here," Guerrerogan gasped.

"How much?" Bai En asked lightly.

Grey Logan shook his head wearily. "Too much. I have at least disposed of that dirty thing. I can die happily in my ancestor's grave."

Bai En stood up, walked over to the place where the pile of gold was, and picked up the sword. "I wanted to return this to the person at Gal Kepler," he said. "This will give some meaning to all these deaths."

Grey Logan shrugged. He glanced at the door. The arch was packed with predators of green skin, and they were following the banner. Bai En pulled the sword out of the scabbard smoothly. An exciting note sang out. The rune shone brightly along its blade. Bai En sighed, and then the other hand drew ‘Feng Soul’ from the back. The group of orcs hesitated when they saw the two swords.

Guerrerogan looked at Bane and grinned, showing his teeth. "This will be a true heroic death, humanity. My only regret is that none of my people have heard of this."

Bai En looked at Morris, who was down beside the sarcophagus, and sighed. Even if he was alive, there was no need to wake him up. Then he turned to Grerogan and said. "My regret is that all my sacrificial knives are damaged, and I can't even repair it. I thought I would die with the sacrificial knife in both hands even when I was dead."

Bai En glanced back at the oncoming orc tribe and turned his back to a sarcophagus. "You don't know how sorry I am about it. It's something that keeps me awake and living every day." He said coldly, then tried to wield a few times with his sword. The sword that the Templars were looking for felt good, light, and balanced, as if it were made for his hand. When he held two swords, just like the first time he held two sacrificial knives, he was surprised to find that he was no longer afraid. He has transcended fear.

The flag bearer holding that flag stopped, turned around, and snarled at his army. None of them seemed eager to be the first to see the dwarf's axe or glowing rune sword.

"Come on!" Guerrerogan roared. "My axe is hungry and unbearable."

The orc roared. Their leader turned around and gestured to move them forward. They rushed forward irresistibly like the tide. Bai En thought, he could not finish his revenge, so he was ready to slam the enemy. He wanted to bring as many enemies as possible into the death. In this case, perhaps when he meets that person again after his death, the other party may be willing to forgive himself.

"Goodbye, Gray Logan." Bai En murmured, he remembered the man again, and the man's sweet smile, chestnut hair. "May we meet after death ..." he said, stopping. The orcs stopped and stood there in panic. What happened? Bai En was curious. The cold green light flowed over his shoulder. He looked back and hesitated when he saw the scene. The room was packed with ghosts of noble dwarfs. As they walked forward, they looked fierce and terrifying.

The orc flag bearer tried to gather his troops, but the ghostly dwarf lords approached him and touched his heart. His face suddenly became bloodless, and he fell to the ground, clutching his chest tightly. Spectres poured into the orc's body. The light flickered. The orc warriors fell, and there were no scars on their bodies. The air was filled with terrible wails, like a weak and clear imitation, imitating a dwarf's howling during war. The remaining Orcish tribe members turned and fled. The ghostly warriors followed.

Bane and Grerogan stood in the empty tomb, surrounded by towering sarcophagi. The air in front of them slowly joined together. A slight green light floated back from the entrance, forming a dwarf shape. These ghosts look different.

The ghost who had spoken to Grey Rogan before stood there. She changed somehow-as if to remove a terrible burden from her ethereal heart. She recognized Guerrerogan.

"The ancient enemies have disappeared. Since you have cleaned our graves, we cannot allow them to plunder our graves, which we owe you."

"You robbed me of glorious death," Guerrerogan said almost sourly.

"Today you are destined not to die here. Your death is much greater, its time is coming."

Grey Logan looked at the ghost of the ancient queen curiously, but before he could speak, the ghost continued.

"I can't say anything more. Goodbye, Son of Ryan, Grey Rogan. We wish you all the best. You will be remembered."

The ghosts seemed to merge into a cold green flame, glowing like stars in the dark. The light changed from green to warm gold, and then became brighter than the sun. Bai En looked away and still felt dazzled. When his eyes came back, he saw the tomb. In addition to him and Grey Logan, there is Morris unconscious, this place is empty. The dwarf frowned thoughtfully. In his eyes, a strange expression flashed for a long time, then he turned around and looked at the pile of treasures.

Bai En can almost understand his mind. He considered taking away his wealth and desecrating the grave with his own hands. Bai En held his breath without persuading. After a few minutes, Guerrerogan shrugged and turned to Morris.

"There are only three of us left, and we can't take much away." Bai En said lightly ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The dwarf seemed to agree with Bai En's statement, nodded his back to Bai En, and began to check Morris Wound to see if he can be awakened.

"What about the others? What happened?" It took a long time before Morris opened his eyes. He looked at the dwarf and asked the first time.

"Dead," the dwarf glanced at where the bodies of several people were. "Our task is completed."

When the dwarf was sure Morris would not die, he stood up and left. At this time, Bai En stepped forward and he treated Morris while telling Morris what had happened before.

"How many of them? Shouldn't we let them rest?" Morris asked after hearing everything.

"Stay away from them," Grerogan said as he strode outwards. "They lie among the strong. Their bodies are safe."

Morris still wanted to say something, but Bai En shook his head at Morris, not letting him say the next thing. Then Bai En helped him catch up with the dwarf.

As they walked through the arch, Grerogan stopped and touched the runes on the wall in the order of the ancient patterns. Then the grave was sealed.

After doing all this, Guerrero had stood there for a long time, seeming to cherish something, and Bai En was not sure whether it was his ancestor or the treasure inside.

"Human," Guerrerogan said suddenly. "You say your sacrificial knife is very important to you."

"Yes," Bai En replied.

"I know a craftsman if he is still alive." Grerogan said with his back to Bai En. "He may be able to repair it for you, or to integrate the fragments with the sword in your hand."

"So what are we waiting for?" Bai En felt suddenly better.

"Go here," Guerrero turned around and said, then they walked through the ancient darkness to the dawn.