Myra took a step back with difficulty. He put aside the priest girl who had begun to cry behind him, patted her shoulder, then stood up and stood with the two paladins behind him. They drew their weapons and planned to fight to the death.

Give it a try.

This gesture of resistance made the Broken Shaman reveal a sinister smile on his ugly face. He waved his hand, and a dozen Gray Tongue warriors behind him stepped forward and surrounded the three paladins.

"Those who resist, die!"

A deadly battle between the two sides was about to break out, and just when Myra raised her sword and wanted to fight back, a sharp voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

"stop!"

The voice sounded a little childish, but when they heard the voice, the Gray Tongue warriors all took a step back. The shaman's eyes were a little unwilling, but in the end, he waved his hand to disperse the fire element and turned to look at the people from the side.

A small figure stepped out of the darkness.

"Ms. Ella, what are you doing?"

The Broken One asked in a low voice. Myra turned around and saw a dwarf wearing a black and white dress, a tall gentleman's hat, and holding a cane standing at the entrance of the passage. She waved her head in command.

Cane, said loudly:

"This is the death lord's order. These humans will become prisoners to explore the tactical purposes and members of the alliance. This is very necessary for our master!"

After saying that, the dwarf took a step forward maliciously. She was very short, but she squinted her eyes and looked at the Broken Shaman in front of her. She asked in a deep voice:

"Are you going to rebel against your master's will? Do you dare to put your own preferences before the master's will? It seems that you will soon have a place in the Auchindoun Necropolis! You bastard!"

"That's not what I meant! I am extremely loyal to the Dark Blade!"

The Shaman of the Broken took a step back in panic. He pointed at the paladins of Myra and said:
Chapter completed!