Man is in the moon, the dead apostle starts

Falling in love with you, people are in the month, dead disciples start

Tonelli walked cautiously between the iron cages, as if walking in a dark forest full of dangers, and carefully avoided a pair of patrolling elf guards. She continued to walk toward the depths of the third floor.

The further you look inward, the quieter the surroundings are. You can only see goblins and humans lying in the cage with scars. If you don't see the chest rising and falling slightly due to breathing, it may be no different from a corpse.

Of course, the gap between them and the corpse now is only a breath of difference.

Tonelli couldn't help speeding up his pace. After turning right at the fork in front of him, he walked all the way to the end of the road, and finally saw the detained clansman.

"Little Royle!"

Seeing his appearance, she couldn't help but exclaimed.If it wasn't for the iconic mark on her face, she really wouldn't be able to connect the disfigured man who lost everything in front of her eyes with the lively and cheerful teenager she used to be.

His nose was sour, and Tonelli waved the staff of selection, shaping the flowing wind into a thin and slender wind blade, and slashed heavily at the rough iron lock the size of a fist.

Swah——

The iron lock broke with a sound, and the cross-section was as smooth as a mirror. Tonelli caught the broken iron lock with the wind, and then gently placed it on the ground to avoid attracting the patrolling elf guards due to the noise.

She opened the door, came to Royle, stretched out a slightly trembling hand, and gently touched his expressionless cheek.

[Something is wrong! 】

Feeling the coldness coming from his fingertips, Tonelli realized that he seemed to have overlooked something. In the field of vision of his goblin eyes, he could clearly see the psychological activities of both goblins and humans, but little Royle's heart seemed to be a little too calm, it was almost like a blank.

In this case, only...

clang--!

Royle, who had already lost his life, suddenly jumped up and stabbed Tonelliko's heart with a sharp iron dagger, but was bounced off by the self-discipline defense technique.

But he didn't give up when he failed in one blow, but continued to attack fiercely, looking like a wild beast that had lost its mind, but his slightly stiff movements made him look more like a puppet being manipulated.

Tonelli was forced into the corner of the cage step by step, only relying on the rod of selection and self-discipline defense techniques to passively resist Royle's crazy attack.Although she knew in her heart that Royle in front of her was just a manipulated corpse, but facing her former friend, she couldn't do anything to completely destroy this corpse.

There was a sharp piercing sound, and a slender iron spear was pierced through Royle's body from behind, and hit the defensive technique on Tonelli's body with unabated momentum. Fine cracks appeared at the collision, and the huge impact made her lean against the iron railing behind her.

"Tsk—as expected of a disaster witch from Paradise, she is not afraid of iron objects."

Royle fell limply to the ground as if the electricity had been cut off, and recovered into a lifeless corpse. Tonelli could look at the door of the cage, where at some point stood an earth clan that he had never seen before. The goblin, except for not wearing a helmet, is covered in exquisite silver armor.

"Let me introduce myself, Owen, the captain of the Darlington Goblin Guard. Of course, this is actually meaningless, because you will die here today."

Before the words fell, the sound of heavy and messy footsteps came from far and near, and hundreds of goblin guards surrounded the place, and the shining iron spears aimed at Tonelli in the cage.

"Royle's body, are you playing tricks?"

Not caring about the spears that would take his life at any time, Tonelli looked at Owen and asked quite calmly.

"Well, my talent is manipulating corpses. Although it's quite boring, it's really useful occasionally."

Owen stretched out his hand, and saw "Royle" stood up again, shaking his stiff hands and feet, as if dancing, and then suddenly stabbed the dagger in his hand at Tonellico's eyes.

clang--

The scarred defensive technique unfolded and blocked the blow again.Seeing this scene, he sighed softly, and let go of the control on Royle's body.

"It's really boring, kill the witch, and then chop off the head and give it to Lord Roderick. I believe the Lord will be very happy."

He waved his hand and gave orders to the goblin guards behind him.

Tonelli stared at Owen, it was this man who desecrated the corpses of his tribe.Even if she was slandered, she had never been so angry. This goblin must get the punishment he deserved.

The staff of selection in her hand was slightly warm, which seemed to remind Tonelli that this idea was incorrect and deviated from her mission, and she should not take the initiative to harm goblins or humans.

The tip of the spear reflecting the flames pierced her mercilessly. Tonelli injected magic power into the Rod of Selection. The increasing temperature almost burned her palm. This is the Rod of Selection resisting her. , not to mention that it was already too late to start the defensive technique, and these spears would pierce through his body in the next instant, taking his life.

So is my journey ending here?

Tonelli's mind went blank, and the only thing he could think of was the concentrated figure bathed in the morning sun.

Suddenly time froze, and that familiar person appeared in front of her, blocking those spears.

"Mikael—?!"

As if thinking that he was hallucinating, Tonelli stretched out his hand and gently touched Mikael's side face. It was a familiar warmth and touch, and it was not his hallucination.

"Haven't you been transferred to another place?"

"How is it possible? I've been here all the time."

Mikael looked at Owen, the sarcasm in his eyes was undisguised,

"Some goblin really thinks such a crude and obvious trap will work? No? If you're insulting me, I think you've succeeded, though you look like a funny clown to me. "

Owen's face darkened. Even though the plan to separate them had failed, facing hundreds of goblin guards, he didn't believe that these two goblins could escape unscathed.

He drew out the long sword at his waist, intending to kill them by himself. Owen still had some confidence in his own strength.In Darlington, apart from Lord Roderick, there are only a handful of goblins who can rival him.

"Such a cute clown, see you next time."

Seeing Owen's eagerness to try, Mikael curled his lips, then took Tonellico's hand, and launched the replacement magic that had been prepared.

What a joke, he is not interested in fighting a "just" battle in other people's territory, not to mention that guy above is as strong as a monster, and his peers can't hold on for long.