The four of them looked panicked, running wildly, hand in hand, in a jungle so dense they could hardly see their own hands. Only their heavy breathing and footsteps could be heard.
"Why are there Death Knights here? Only a few people knew about our departure."
"Now is not the time to talk about that."
Norton glanced back, his expression darkening. "Someone's coming!"
"You go first. I'll hold them off."
He raised his right hand, illuminating an ancient bronze ring on his finger, and softly chanted a strange syllable: *'Olrum...'*
SWOOSH!
A suit of armor appeared around him, transforming and conforming to Norton's body.
"Brother!"
"Go now!"
Norton roared, pushing Jody out, drew the Longsword from his waist, and took a deep breath to look back.
Come on! I will let my blood illuminate the glory of the Hill family!
「Two hours later.」
Jody, covered in mud, curled up inside a hollow tree, clutching a copper pot tightly.
It's okay, it's okay...
