The moment the palm python drilled out of the ice, the knight in charge of the path search immediately drew his sword and slashed up.

He thought that a sword could cut this thing, but who knew that those snake-shaped tentacles looked soft, but in fact they were as hard as solid steel. After one slash, the wrist touch was not damaged, and a small curl appeared on the force of the blade.

At the same time, several similar monsters emerged from the snowy ice. The leader of the detachment commanded everyone to change into a defensive formation, and while observing the movements of the monsters, they moved as fast as possible to the shore. Now they don't care about snow bridges, they just want to get ashore quickly. Everyone understands that even if they can fight monsters, they can't fight the cracked ice.

Burris has never seen a palm python, only the relevant content seen in Yrill's notes. He shouted as loudly as possible in a hoarse voice: "Don't let them touch you! They will paralyze your body and cannot resist, and then drag you into the bottom of the river..."

There is something more terrifying in the notes: they can secrete something that paralyzes people without being drowned by water. After being captured by them, you can live a little longer underwater, they will start to tear your skin with your hands, break your bones, dig out your internal organs... During this process, you will always stay awake.

Manello beside him couldn't help asking: "They cannibalize?"

"No, they don't eat..."

"Don't eat people, why attack us..."

"Because they are not animals." Burris's face became paler and paler when he said this, "They are tools of execution."

The leader of the detachment approached and moved his steps carefully: "Mage, how long is this thing in total?"

"I don't know," Burris shook his head tremblingly. "It's also the first time I have seen... the real..."

"They don't seem to pounce on immediately?"

Maybe... because they noticed Yrel's breath? Burris thought. Probably they are a little confused, not sure if it is a chance for a big carnival now.

"Then let's go quickly, maybe they..."

Before Burris had finished speaking, there was an exclamation in front of him.

Accompanied by the sound of cracking thick snow, a horse slid into the ice. The palm pythons were originally watching carefully, but now they directly touched the falling creatures, and they all boiled with excitement. Suddenly, the entire ice surface began to tremble.

The horses began to flee in a panic, dragged into the ice cave by the monsters one by one. The knights can only fend off attacks from all directions, but they can't really hurt those monsters. This time Burris has nothing to do... his ability is not yet enough to control the palm python, and he doesn't have any attacking spells that can come in handy now.

In the process of rushing away, Burris looked back from time to time and found that Manello had been protecting him.

He was about to say something, but suddenly his face turned pale. He discovered a terrible thing.

Some light spots began to appear on the wrists of the palm pythons, and the light spots gradually connected into lines to form a circular emblem. That is Yrill's "protection" emblem.

When the luminous emblem pattern was completely fixed, the palm pythons turned their directions one after another, unafraid of the sword, and kept advancing with the chopping... They all meandered towards Burris and Manello.

Burris understood that this was not a protective emblem, but a vicious curse.

While Yylil is alive, the monster will avoid those who hold such emblems; after Yylil's death, the emblem becomes a death penalty order, and the punishment tool he leaves will give priority to hunting and killing those who hold the emblem.

Illil was ready. Once he died, his apprentices, servants, allies, and subordinates... couldn't leave.

The master was executed, and the slaves happily walked towards freedom? How can there be such a good thing.

Burris yelled at Manello and told him to throw away the ring in his pocket...but there was chaos around, and Manello didn't seem to hear what he was saying. When he wanted to ask questions, a strong shock burst out from under his feet.

A big hole was smashed into the ice under their feet, and both of them slid into the water along the broken ice.

Manello's sword fell out of his hand. He instinctively climbed the ice next to him, while Burris quickly cast an arc shield under his feet. The shield prevents him from sinking temporarily, and can also temporarily block what might appear from below. It is a pity that his shield is too small, and the duration is too short. It can only protect the direction of Burris' feet, but cannot cover the area where Manello is.

Manello climbed up hard, trying to reach his sword. A palm python suddenly appeared in front of him, not far from his face.

At such a close distance, he saw the traces of the monster touching his wrist.

He had seen this pattern and remembered the details very clearly.

He has no good ability to remember. The reason why he can remember it so clearly is because he peeped at the ring for a long time...It may be the "family crest" of the little student, so he took the ring in his hand and looked at it, recalling whether he had seen this pattern. , I wonder who among my acquaintances has more research on the declining ancient family...

The fingertips of the palm python touched his cheek, tenderly like a girl's caress. Looking at the traces on the wrist, Manello finally understood that the pattern on the ring was not a family crest. It's something that belongs to a mage... something that belongs to a necromancer...

Burris screamed out of voice.

Manello sank into the dark bottom in front of him, and then his voice stopped abruptly. Another monster gently wrapped his neck.

The cold water flowed over the whole body, and the sunlight was crushed by ripples above the head. Before losing consciousness, Burris heard the sound of the ice slowly cracking apart.

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For a short while, Burris thought he was lying in the Black Lake.

Everyone has to go to that place after death. Otarot's **** domain name is the Palace of the Dead, and before reaching there, the human soul has to pass through a black lake.

An innocent person walks particularly fast in the lake, and the more sinful the person, the slower he walks. He may have to walk longer than his lifetime, even hundreds of thousands of years. In this process, the lake will force the sinner to repent and slowly wash the filth on his soul. He has to spend a long time in loneliness and coldness before he can finally reach a place where he is allowed to sleep.

Some souls will sink directly into the bottom of the lake. He is too guilty, too dirty, and the lake can’t wash him clean... I don’t know if this is true or not, but Burris always thinks it is false, because this statement is inexplicably funny , Inconsistent with other legends about the Palace of the Dead, it will remind people of a dark and fat soul thumping drowning.

Half-awake, Burris almost thought this statement was true. He was wet and cold, his hands and feet were numb and unconscious, he couldn't move no matter how hard he struggled... He suspected that he was dead, and his soul sank into the black lake.

Gradually, the cold was driven away by some kind of heat source around him, and the numb fingers were gradually recovering. The surrounding woods were rustling, and the cold night wind brought a scent of vegetation... Burris opened his eyes, the full moon hung in the middle of the sky, and a small piece of dead leaf just fell on his forehead.

He was lying on a clearing, a small bonfire was burning in the direction of his feet facing each other. At first he thought it was the Templar knights who rescued him, but if so, where did the knights go? It is impossible for them to leave the escorted prisoner...

From the surrounding terrain and tree types, he is already south of Jingbing Lake. This area is also very dangerous, but it is much better than the rime forest over the lake. At least there are no golems and large magical creatures here. With Eberis's ability, even if he can't deal with everything he encounters, at least he can hide his whereabouts.

Thinking of this, he noticed that the shackles on his hands had been opened. No, it shouldn’t be said to be “opened”. It is still locked well, but the thick iron chain between the hands is broken. The disconnection is very twisted and weird, as if it was torn apart by bare hands... But how is that possible What? Neither the knight nor the Frost Plain Barbarians have such strength. The magical creatures of Yylil are possible, but they will not save people, let alone light a campfire...

Burris moved slowly and moved closer to the campfire. This can be warmer, but not enough to dry wet winter clothes. Burris kept massaging his hands, trying to get his fingers back quickly so that he could cast spells to dry himself.

While resting by the fire, he kept recalling the last scene he remembered on the ice... He saw Manello's eyes, full of anger and hatred.

Manello noticed that the emblem on the palm python was exactly the same as the emblem on the ring.

Burris thought about it, getting more anxious. Manello must have misunderstood. He thought I gave him the ring to kill him... I wonder what happened to him? Since I can be rescued, he should be the same, he should be with other knights...

After his fingers were a little more comfortable, Burris immediately cast a spell to remove the cold water from his clothes and hair. He didn't do it thoroughly, and some parts of his body were still not dry, but he couldn't wait any longer.

He went around in the woods near the campfire and found no trace of other people. So he cast another spell and found two signals of human life just south of the campfire.

Burris could only find a rough idea and couldn't locate a precise location, because this forest was a magical experimental field, and the remaining fluctuations would interfere with the detection. Burris thought, maybe this fluctuation not only hindered the search for coordinates, but also hindered the search for the number of life signals...so I only found two humans.

He wrapped his cloak tightly and quietly got into the woods facing south. After walking for a long time, he found the corpse of a Horned Wolverine, which appeared to have just been killed by a sharp weapon. The horned wolverine is not a magical creature, but a somewhat dangerous ordinary animal. The person who killed it was obviously not for hunting, but panicked and killed everything that seemed threatening in the dark.

The knights of the temple must have done it. Maybe they will find out after hacking this thing, what? Is this dark shadow a monster?

After another journey, Burris vaguely felt that he was walking on the road that others had walked. The people of Frosthara taught him how to trace the trace, but he didn't learn well, so he can only judge it temporarily.

When he was considering whether to use the detection spell again, a hard, sharp object hit the side of his neck.

As he stood in the bush thinking, two knights approached him quietly.

"Mage, put your hands on your head and slowly kneel down. No sound is allowed until I allow it." It was the voice of the leader of the detachment.

Burris raised his hand obediently and knelt down, waiting for the other person to ask questions. In fact, he also has a lot of questions to ask, such as: Is it just the two of you here? Where are the others? Is Manello out of danger? Are you guys who lit the bonfire...

He was a little happy the moment he heard the voices, but this happiness was quickly replaced by fear.

The leader of the detachment winked at the knight next to him. The man quickly took out a leather belt and tied Burris's hands behind him again, with his wrists folded together.

"Child, I actually want to trust you," the detachment leader's voice was very exhausted, "I hope you are just an innocent young man, only enslaved by Iriel, instead of collaborating with him... But now it seems that I am wrong. You are quite dangerous."

"What?" As soon as Burris made a sound, Jianfeng moved closer to his neck.

The knight who tied his hands behind him murmured: "Don't think we are fools. You fell into the ice cave, but walked out unscathed and dressed dry, and Manello...and others...they are all ..."

Burris felt soft and almost fell to the ground from kneeling position.

Seeing him in horror, the leader of the detachment sneered: "Afraid? Yeah, you must think that all of us can't escape. Unfortunately, the two of us are still alive."

Burris ignored the sword's edge and eagerly explained: "Do you think I made the things in the river? No, I don't have the ability to control them, I..."

"In retrospect, the people of Frostland seem to have played some secret signal with you," the leader of the detachment interrupted him. "That woman mentioned the Shiva River. I was so stupid. Why didn't I expect it at the time? I'm afraid I despise those barbarians too. Wisdom."

"I reminded you! I told you that the river is dangerous!" Burris was a little excited, and the knight behind him firmly pressed his shoulder.

His words made the leader of the detachment even more angry: "Oh, yes, Master Mage. You also proposed to give us a magic emblem to protect us? Later, only Manello accepted your gift, and then? He was the first to be killed."

Burris wanted to plead, the knight next to him suddenly grabbed his hair, forced him to raise his head, and stuffed a thick cloak fragment into his mouth.

The leader of the detachment raised Burris' chin with the tip of his sword, and looked at him coldly: "In order to prevent the mage from any dangerous behavior, we have to take precautions."

He ordered the knight behind Burris: "The same as before... the index and middle fingers of the two hands, the middle joint. You can do it."