Actually, this chapter should be called Maid Riding, but it's too evil. Forget it.
Salin held his breath. His hands and feet were cold.
Ainphent's voice trembled as he whispered, "It's okay. They're all dead."
Only then did Salin notice that the monster's eyes were motionless, without any spirit. The Headless Horsemen didn't have horses either. They just stood there quietly. It was impossible to see where their heads were.
"Ainphent …"
"It's really okay. These Headless Horsemen need a lot of blood to revive. We'll follow the wind and find the exit," Ainphent said, but he wasn't very confident. The Magician believed in facts. All his knowledge came from books.
As soon as Ainphent finished speaking, there was a rustling sound from above, followed by the sound of water flowing. Everyone looked up and saw that there was a chimney-like opening at the top of the cave. The wind was coming from there. The opening was very long, as wide as two people. Because it was night time, there was no light. It looked deep and cold.
Large amounts of red liquid poured out of the opening and into the cave. Salin smelled blood.
"It's the blood pool. Let's go!" Salin lost his cool again. The sacrificial altar had actually triggered a chain reaction in the entire underground cave. With the blood stored in the blood pool, the Headless Horsemen here would soon revive. As for the huge monster in the middle, it was probably the legendary Abomination Dragon.
It was a simple setup. Someone sacrificed it, which meant that the Black Magician had come again. The blood pool was activated, and the Headless Horsemen would revive. If such a setup was everywhere, the Phoenix Duchy would be finished.
Blood poured down and seeped through the Headless Horsemen's armor. The Headless Horsemen's body let out a shrill sound, as if countless people were fighting inside. Ainphent looked at Neris anxiously.
He thought that Neris was a level-six Magician, or at least level-five. If they could fly to the exit at the top of the cave, they could leave with just a rope.
Neris ignored Ainphent. She grabbed Salin and carried him behind her back.
"Master, hold on to me," Neris said as she jumped up and put her hands on the stone wall. Barefooted, she used her hands and feet to climb up quickly. Ainphent was dumbfounded. He vaguely knew that he was wrong. Even if a Great Mage was imprisoned, he wouldn't be a slave.
Shika was not slow either. She took out her gloves from her leather bag and followed Nelis to the top of the cave.
Nelis was a demon. Her fingers could easily dig into the cracks of the stone walls. She could even dig her nails into the smooth places. There was no need to mention Schika. Caucasians could climb cliffs. This was something they learned from a young age. Her gloves were also specially made. With Neris leading the way, she had no difficulty climbing to the top of the cave. Only Ainphent looked at the stone wall and sighed.
Neris was even faster than the Rock Lizard. Her figure quickly disappeared into the opening at the top of the cave. Ernie felt real fear. He shouted, "Salin! Salin! "
Ainphent's shout echoed in the cave. The Abomination Dragon's eyes turned to look at Ainphent. Ernie immediately stopped shouting. The Abomination Dragon had yet to completely resurrect, and could only feel the vibrations of the sound waves. If he shouted again, he would attract all the Headless Horsemen.
Nelis was getting faster and faster. She walked on the stone wall like it was flat ground. Salin felt like he was galloping on the back of a horse. After climbing more than 20 meters, Salin saw dozens of magic arrays. These magic arrays were crudely engraved on the stone wall. In the center of the magic array was a black hole, from which blood gushed out.
In the blink of an eye, Nelis had already brought Salin out of the exit. They were surrounded by dense weeds. Salin looked up and found himself on top of a mountain.
There were no high mountains in the Phoenix Duchy. The mountain here was only about 300 meters. Salin looked as far as he could. Baron Cook's castle was already very far away. What surprised him was that he also saw torches on the plains, as bright as day. They were densely packed, and he didn't know how many there were.
There were actually reinforcements counterattacking from outside. Black Mages didn't need torches. These torches represented the human army. Salin also heard the sound of an explosion. This explosion could travel so far. It was definitely not an ordinary fireball.
There was actually a high-level Mage in this army!
Salin cursed in his heart. Baron Cook was a bait. He was only guarding the castle to attract the attack of the black Mages. Otherwise, the duchy's army wouldn't have arrived so quickly. He was really stupid. He now understood the source of Baron Cook's courage. It was because the reinforcements would arrive soon, so Baron Cook was so righteous.
He could say that he had offended him. He didn't know if the baron had been killed by the Headless Horsemen. If not, would he get into trouble?
"Salin!" Silva also climbed out of the cave. Salin just remembered that Ainphent hadn't come up yet. He looked at the hidden cave under his feet and fell into deep thought.
To save or not to save?
Ainphent's schemes were terrifying. But if Baron Cook survived and Ainphent died, then he would be the best scapegoat.
Salin clenched his teeth. He had already invested a lot in Ainphent. If he gave up, it would be too cautious.
"Silva, rope," Salin said simply. Silva had already taken out the rope from his leather bag, untied it, and hung it down. The rope was very long, but it wasn't more than 300 meters. Salin also took out his own rope and tied it to Silva's rope.
This was a special equipment for adventurers. Ainphent prepared it for Salin and the others. Ordinary ropes were only 50 meters long. Ainphent was willing to spend money and directly gave the best rope in the shop to Salin and Silva. This kind of rope woven from spider silk was thinner than a little finger, but it could bear the weight of more than ten people.
If Ainphent gave Salin an ordinary rope, then he could only rely on Neris to go down and save him. In that case, maybe Neris would suddenly have a whim and bite Ainphent to death.
Ainphent was pulled up awkwardly, his body stained with a lot of blood. He looked up at the torch in the distance and froze.
Few Mages weren't smart, and Ainphent was one of the best with a quick mind. He suddenly understood that Baron Cook was a bait.
Salin didn't say anything to blame him. He smiled bitterly. "You understand too?"
Ainphent clenched his fists, his face green. He gritted his teeth and said, "I've implicated you. I'll take responsibility for this."
"What responsibility? We've released the abomination dragon. These reinforcements may not be able to control the situation. Right, there's also the stone statue matrix. If those stone statues are freed, they seem to have the same combat power as the Headless Horseman. "
A trace of regret flashed in Ainphent's heart, then he said decisively, "It's already done. There's no use regretting it."
"We have to leave Phoenix as soon as possible. If black magic continues to go out of control, the situation in the duchy will be unbearable. There are so many black puppets. Who knows how many people the black Mages have killed. Neither you nor I can bear the responsibility for this. "
"Salin …"
"Don't say anymore. It's my bad luck to have a friend like you. I can't just ignore the baron wanting to kill you. We can't predict what will happen next. Now we can only hope that the baron dies completely. Then we won't have any trouble. "
Salin sighed in his heart. It was simply inexplicable that things had developed to this point. He had a troubled life. Wherever he went, he would be unlucky.
He could only blame himself for being competitive. Why would he make a bet with Ainphent for no reason? If there were no problems with the arrows, the castle would definitely be able to withstand the attacks for a day. As long as they endured through this period, once the reinforcements arrived and the abomination dragon and the ancient Headless Horseman were not revived, it would not be a problem to destroy the black puppets. If that was the case, he would probably be rewarded by the emperor.
A true Mage would not fight for meaningless victory or defeat. Salin finally understood this maxim, but it was a pity that he had to pay a high price.
"Salin, don't worry. Even if Cook doesn't die this time, I won't let him return to Qin Yin alive." Ainphent's eyes were cold as he sentenced Baron Cook to death.
"That simple?" Salin did not know where Ainphent's confidence came from.
"The Clyde family is loyal to the royal family and follows the path of the Senate. Cook is on the same side as the Clyde family. However, his foundation is shallow. The emperor won't punish the Clyde family because of him. As long as he doesn't say anything in front of the emperor, his death is not a big deal. "
Salin did not understand what Ainphent was talking about, but he understood that the Clyde family's backing was stronger than he had imagined.
"Ainphent, am I lucky or unlucky to have met you?"
Ainphent laughed and patted the back of Salin's hand. "If I can successfully become a necromancer, you will definitely be lucky. Then I can return to the core of the family and control more resources."
Salin also laughed. Ainphent could adjust his mentality so quickly. He was indeed a direct descendant of a large family. His character was not something an ordinary person could compare to.
"I hope so, but it's more important to escape now. We don't have horses." Salin asked a very practical problem.
Ainphent frowned and took out two scrolls from his leather bag. "I have two Windspeed scrolls, but the four of us …" He knew that Salin was a level-one Mage and could at most cast a level-two spell. The remaining one would have to rely on his own two legs to hurry.
"How far is the nearest town?" Salin was overjoyed. Two scrolls were enough. One for Sicar, one for Ainphent, and as for himself, he would have to trouble Neris. This little demon seemed to have a tendency to become a mount.
"More than a hundred miles." Ainphent did not understand why Salin was so happy.
"Then we can go." Salin smiled. He had Sicar tie the rope to the rock and the four of them slid down the mountain.
The castle in the distance shook. The flames almost lit up the sky. Even the thousands of torches were overshadowed. Salin's heart trembled. This should be the work of a great Mage.
There was no time to think. Salin opened the scroll and used his spiritual power to activate Windspeed, casting it on Ainphent. Magic scrolls were used exclusively by mages. Salin could only use level-two scrolls at most. Luckily, Windspeed was a level-two spell. Otherwise, he would not be able to use it.
The second spell was cast on Sicar. After that, Salin climbed onto Neris's back. Under Ainphent's strange gaze, they galloped south.
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