Eisenheim-Schneider listened to what the dwarves said, feeling more and more frustrated. Their description of the coming evil forces made him creepy. The pictures they painted in his mind even drove away the jealousy he saw when Brian and Angelica rode away together this morning.

He had read the description of such things during the great war against evil invasion 400 years ago. He has no doubt that this is an invasion force of the same size. For a long time, he had suspected that such a thing would happen. He has studied the way the evil forces operate for a long time, but he does not know that its power is increasing.

He looked at the faces of the dwarves. They are probably chiseled out of stone. They recounted their experiences in Guntergrim and the battle between them and what they found there in a realistic way, which gave him a new respect for these dwarves.

In fact, not just dwarves. Although he was jealous of Bai En, from the description of the short population, he had to admit that this person was both brave and lucky. Eisenheim-Schneider believed that he could not calmly face what the dwarves described as White did.

He can understand why the dwarves respect him when they talk about him. What they are fighting is obviously an extremely powerful demon. He didn't know if the dwarves knew how lucky they were to survive such an encounter. But Eisenheim-Schneider knew that they didn't really succeed in killing it.

Such creatures cannot be destroyed by humans or dwarves. All they do is expel its physical form. Sooner or later it will find a way to this world and return to this plane to seek revenge. If it can't find the living Beane or Guerrerogan, it will look for their descendants and heirs. This is how this thing works.

Sometimes, Eisenheim-Schneider hoped that he did not spend so long and so much energy to study this problem. Knowing these circumstances often makes him nightmare. However, this was his own choice; he embarked on this path a long time ago and had many opportunities to look back. He chose to continue to do so.

When he was a child, he witnessed his family being slaughtered by evil monsters. Since then, he hated everything behind these evils and evils. He vowed to fight it as best he could, which meant learning the way it was. A long time ago, when he started his research for the first time as a magician, he met those who had the same idea. They need to be warned from the north. The world needs to be warned.

Ivan Petronovich Mogorova obviously believed it. "If what you said is true—"

"Do you doubt my words?" Guerrero said angrily.

"I'm not doubting, my friend, just a part of me that doesn't want to believe it. The wave of evil you describe may sweep the world."

"Yes," Borek said. "Very likely."

"Except for the dwarf fortress." Grerogan said firmly.

"Even these will eventually fall," Borek said. "Think of Gunter Grimm."

Guerrero smiled bitterly. "I can't see how I can forget this."

"I have to give Shazan a letter." Ivan said. "Shazan must be warned. Kaslov's army must be assembled." He paused, adding. "There is also the Church of the Ice Goddess."

"Yeah," Borek said. "But what about you? You can't stay here. This manor can't resist the mighty forces of large-scale evil forces, even the strikers."

"I will call my riders and head south to Prague. Our army will meet there. In any case, I must ask for your favor ..."

Eisenheim-Schneider leaned forward with interest. "Me too," he said. Ivan raised his head and motioned for him to speak first. This is an expression of respect for Mrs. Kasler because he used his magic when fighting his enemies.

"If possible, I must ask you to take your airship to the south. I must tell those people about these things."

"Maybe the Earl of Brandenburg?" Borrek asked.

"He is one of them. I believe that in the face of this threat, I can persuade him to provide assistance to Kaslov. If there is no other way, his knight will fight back."

Borek touched his beard and said, "The" Grenier Will "has reached its limit." Eisenheim-Schneider tilted his head to show that he understood.

"It's a pity, old friend," Ivan said. "Because I want the same kind of favors. I want to send a messenger to Shazan. To be sure, your airship is faster than the fastest rider in history. "

"I believe we can find some space," Borrek continued. "If necessary, we can always find a place."

"Okay-I want my daughter Angelica to go with two bodyguards. Oleg and Standa go with her."

They all looked at Old Boyar. The gloomy expression on his face clearly showed that he had a stronger reason than just warning Shazan. Obviously, he hopes to send his beloved daughter to a safe place, at least for a short time. Eisenheim-Schneider is very grateful for the elderly's concern for this matter.

"It should be so," Borek said.

The Prophet Tangul felt terrible. His head is very painful. His body felt like a storm commando hit him with a stick-of course, no ratmen dared to do such a thing to him. The worst thing is that a sense of failure afflicted his internal organs.

He didn't quite know how they did it, but he was convinced that human Bane and the dwarf Grerogan managed to block him again. Their evil power sometimes seems infinite. Of course, his always incompetent subordinates also need to be taken into account.

Does not mean that the adults of the founder clan will accept this. He was sure he had seen at least one claw leader hurried away in the frantic aftermath of the battle. There is no doubt that he will poison the ideas of his stupid relatives with lies about Tangul. During the seizure of the airship, this small caster clan's army did fail, but this was because his troops were of low quality and could not blame Tangul.

The same fact is that he did not seize the airship as he promised. However, only the most radical rednecks would blame Tanguer for the evil deeds created by the human cunning and his servants. Of course, he suspected that the group of country ratmen of the Founder's Clan had the prejudice needed to make these unreliable judgments, and that if he returned to the endless abyss, there might be an accident. The maliciousness of his enemies is also infinite.

A familiar black depression appeared on him, which was caused by too sudden use of too many magic stones. The hostility of the Founder Clan is only part of the problem he now faces. Another question is how to cross the plains over a hundred miles back to the friendly squirrel territory.

He learned from the painful experience that Kaslov ’s riding archer is a deadly sharp shooter. Even a brilliant career like him, it only takes one arrow to end. What is particularly worrying is that his magic stone reserve has been exhausted, and his magic power is at a low ebb. In many ways, this situation is the most terrible situation he has faced in his long and unbelievably successful career as a Ratman Prophet.

What can he do? He knows that there must be some survivors of the Ratmen, but he is not sure that it is a good idea to find them. It is conceivable that due to the failure of the plan, their foolish misjudgment of the situation may resent Tanguer. Obviously there are many problems here, and even a sharp-minded person like Tangul will wince at the thought of the impending difficulties in front of him.

A strange smell twitched his beard. This is a strangely familiar, yet subtle twisted smell. He heard something huge moving in the grass. It may be as big as an ogre. Did the bonebreaker survive? It doesn't smell like him. Tangul quickly summoned his remaining magic. No matter what it is, he will not feel that he has no defense.

Suddenly, a terrible monster appeared in front of Tangul, its figure enveloped him. Its body is as big as an ogre, it has a horned head, and a huge barbed tail. For a little while, Tangul feared that he might face the devil, or the devil's avatar, and let him talk about his experience. When that thing spoke, he felt his scent glands tighten.

"The Prophet Tangul, it is me, your humblest servant, Luck."

"Luck! What happened to you?" Tangul screamed, he restrained the urge to kneel on the ground after hearing the other's words, but still could not control the tone of the speech.

"This is a long story, the greatest master. Maybe I should tell you while walking."

Luck's voice became deeper. Although he spoke respectfully, his eyes gleamed with hunger, and Tangul didn't like it at all.

Not at all.