Arthur and his companions were all captured, and several large hands condensed from the black fog rose up from the black fog, carrying them to move quickly into the depths of the cave.
After moving only about two or three hundred meters forward, the large hands under Arthur and his companions suddenly dissipated, and several people fell heavily to the ground.
When Arthur and his companions fell and were stunned, a hoarse, dry voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Finally someone is here! Let me think, how many years have I not seen a living person, ten years? Or twelve years?"
Arthur struggled to stand up from the ground and found himself in a cave hall. The rock wall of the hall was inlaid with several glimmering crystals, and the scenery in the cave could be barely seen with this little light.
Following the direction of the voice, Arthur saw an old man with a hunched body and messy hair and beard. He should be the dark magician behind him. His face was ordinary, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.
The old magician sat on a rough, high-backed stone chair. The stone chair was leaning against the rock wall, and there must be a hole behind the back of the chair, because the sighing sound of the wind came from behind the stone chair. But what really attracted Arthur's attention was the small pile of Nanjing next to the stone chair.
"You are so young, it's great to be young!" The old magician sighed to himself.
"Who are you?" Arthur couldn't help asking.
"You broke in, I should ask you first."
"I am Arthur Hill from the Snowstorm Corps of the Kingdom of Isaac, they are all my friends." At this time, Arthur didn't think there was any need to hide anything, so he just said it directly.
"Snowstorm Corps? Half of the skeleton warriors outside me are from the Snowstorm Corps." The old magician's words were indifferent and chilling.
"Did you kill all those warriors?" Arthur followed the old magician's words and asked.
"The people are dead, and I gave them life again." In the mind of the dark magician, undead creatures are also life, but in another form of life.
"Those people with flesh and blood, are they dead too?"
"Their bodies are still alive, but their brains can't stand the long-term invasion of the dark breath, and their souls are lost in the darkness."
"So those people are not controlled by you?"
"No, since those people are already lost, I only need to guide them in a direction in their minds, and they will move in that direction." The dark magician said mental control very tactfully.
After that, the old magician asked Arthur some more questions, including those about the Kingdom of Isaac, the Church of Light, and even the Human Empire. He did not hide anything that Arthur knew.
The two talked for a long time like chatting, and the old magician was basically asking Arthur to answer during the whole process. Arthur also tried to ask a few questions in return, but rarely got a positive answer. Gold, Joan and others were lying on the ground listening, and no one dared to interrupt.
The old magician seemed to have finished asking questions, and suddenly said: "Thank you for talking to me so much. I haven't talked to anyone for so many years."
"No need to thank me, just open the chains on me and my friends."
The old magician waved his hand, and the black chains on Arthur and Gold turned into black mist again and dissipated.
Arthur was a little stunned. He didn't expect that the other party would really let him go. He hurried forward and saluted and said: "Thank you, we have friends waiting outside the canyon. If there is nothing else, we will go back first."
Arthur found a reason to slip away. Although the dark magician did not show any abnormality since entering the hall, Arthur knew that this was not a good place.
Seeing that the old magician did not respond, Arthur turned around and wanted to leave, but found that the previous dark shackles came again, and he could not move at all.
The old magician smiled, "Don't waste your energy, there is no way out here. While you are still conscious, stay with me for a few more days, and then you will be like them, gradually losing yourself under the erosion of dark magic elements and staying here forever."
Arthur hurriedly explained: "No, we can go out, someone is waiting outside to pick us up. After so many years, don't you want to go out for a walk? We can take you out with us?"
"I don't know how many people from the Church of Light are waiting for me to go out? I'm tired of being hunted down. It will take at most ten years, and I will go out by myself."
"You mean you can break the Great Light Seal from the inside?" The old magician's words shocked Arthur.
"If I hadn't been constantly wearing away the seal of the Church of Light in there, do you think you would be able to come in so easily from the outside?"
Arthur finally understood what Dino said before, that the Great Light Seal had undergone some strange changes.
"We have nothing to do with the Church of Light, please let us out, and we promise to forget everything we saw in the canyon." Arthur tried his best to make the last attempt.
The old magician sighed softly, "No one can understand the experience of dark magicians in this world. No one can be trusted!"
"No, I can understand!" In a hurry, a ball of black mist appeared on Arthur's palm and quickly spread around.
"Are you also a dark magician?" The old magician stood up from the stone chair, his eyes flashing with excitement.
In the outside world, the war between humans and beasts has reached its climax.
Under Tongan City, the siege battle has been fought for three consecutive days.
The massive amount of rolling logs, stones, and sung oil crossbows accumulated by the Snowstorm Legion before the war were consumed in three days, which shows how fierce the war was.
The bodies of the dead orcs under Tongan City were almost piled up into a small mountain. And the stretchers carrying the bodies of human warriors and the wounded from the city wall to the city were also endless.
Once the war between the two races started, it was like pushing a huge meat grinder, consuming the lives of the warriors all the time.
On the other side of the battlefield, the Blood Flame Wolf launched a fierce attack on the Frost Thunder Legion camp.
100,000 human warriors and more than 10,000 Light Knights relied on the military camp defenses that had been in operation for many years to resist with difficulty.
Like the battlefield in Red Rock City, the Frost Thunder Legion could not retreat even if they fought to the last man, because behind them was the human inland area that was no longer safe.
There was another invisible battlefield. Outside the Sighing Canyon, seven old orcs in linen robes stood in front of the Great Light Seal.
A thin old werewolf slowly placed his palm on the Light Seal, and the light waves rippled, but did not sweep him away.
"It's strange, the Light Seal seems to be much weaker than when it was first set up." The old werewolf whispered.
"What's so strange about this? No matter how strong the seal is, it will lose energy and weaken over time." A short fox orc next to him said.
"No, the seal is weakening too fast. I know the Great Light Seal of the Church. It won't weaken that much even in a hundred years. It's only been more than ten years now."
"Why bother? The weaker the seal, the easier it is for us to open it. Just tell me if we can break it?" A sturdy Minotaur said in a muffled voice.
The old werewolf nodded, "Use the 'Ten Thousand Beasts Devouring' formation of our temple. With the power of the seven of us, we can open the seal with a little effort."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's do it now!" The Minotaur laughed.
"Then everyone get ready. I'm going to start." The old werewolf took out a seven-pointed star formation from his arms and was about to press it on the Great Light Seal.
"Stop!" With a sharp shout, several figures flew over quickly from the air...