The purple worm ran closer and closer to the three men, and the high priest standing on the

  head of the monster laughed wildly: "Three little worms! How dare you come to the place of

  our strong snake people to make trouble! There is only one fate for you, death!!"

  'He took out the emblem he wore on his breast, and began to mutter. Vincent looked back

  and did not get a good look at the emblem, but he clearly dared to see that the priest was

  gathering powerful magical powers.

  At that very moment, a red cloud gathered not far in front of Vincent, curled and rolled with

  a faint thunder, and slowly drifted to the stone bridge at the end of the passage. Suddenly, a

  pillar of fire broke down from the red thundercloud and crashed into the fragile bridge.

  After hundreds of years of magma baking, the bridge had already become fragile and fragile.

  The force of pyrography immediately shattered the deck to pieces and it fell into the lava flow.

  As the stone bridge fell, the last of the lava flows, more than 10 meters wide, became an

  almost insurmountable obstacle.

  "Vincent, what else can you do?" Mark said anxiously, looking at the broken bridge in front of

  him.

  "I, I've almost run out of magic..." Vincent thinks about the few spells he has left. A few are for

  attack, but none can help them cross the fiery barrier.

  'What are you afraid of? I'll find a way when I get there!" Hardy looked back at the

  approaching purple worm and said, "Rest assured!!"

  Now they had reached the penultimate stone bridge, the last intact bridge.

  'You're not going anywhere! The high priest said arrogantly, "I will not let the purple worms

  devour you! That would be too cheap for you. I will give you the most terrible torture, so that

  you will regret being born! Quack, quack, quack!"

  Vincent stopped abruptly and looked over his shoulder at the creature that was getting closer

  and closer. The smell of rotting corpses was already palpable on the purple worms (they are

  scavengers), and the heat of the environment made one vomit; And a steady drip of greenishyellow mucus from the monster's mouth, flinging it in every direction as its teeth turned.

  Vincent looked at the enemy and slowly took out the "Creation Law" from his backpack. Hot

  lava tumbles beneath his feet; The rising currents of heat swayed the master's dark purple

  robes; A red light shone from under his feet on the mage's face; The eyes of pure black and

  cold insight were fixed on the two pursuers before him.

  'Never!

  The Wizard blurted these words softly out of his teeth.

  'Vincent! Are you crazy? What are you going to do?" Hardy grabs the Mage by the shoulders

  and pulls him back. "You're no match for that monster. Don't die here! I'll get out of there by

  the next lava!"

  Mark stopped too and looked back at the two men. But he had already pulled out his

  crossbow and was just waiting for the purple worm to get closer before he started shooting.

  'No! Vincent jerked his left arm away from the pincer of a soldier: "Don't tell me your way! I

  know, don't you just want to use your brute strength to throw me and Mark to the other side?

  And then what do you do?! Can you jump over it?"

  Hardy opened his mouth wide, then slowly dropped his head. Mark was surprised and said,

  "Hardy, is this true? I don't want you to go. I don't want this."

  'Do you hear me! Did you hear Mark? The three of us came together and we're leaving

  together!" Vincent patted Hardy on the shoulder. "Don't try that again..."

  "Good!" Hardy suddenly raised his head, raised his long sword, and pointed at the purple

  worm that was swimming fast: "I'm right here, have some balls and come on!! Watch me chop

  you into little pieces!!"

  "Oink! I don't care about you guys yet." The Snake-man priest clasped his hands together

  and pulled them apart. A flash of lightning leaped between them. "You are about to die."

  "No way! Vincent crouched down with the Law of Creation in his left hand, touched the stone

  bridge with his right hand, and uttered the incantation. The scroll of the Law of Creation

  glowed with a dazzling white light.

  "Don't think about any more death throes! It won't work!" The pupils of the priest's snake

  eyes constricted and locked firmly on the three men in front of them. "Thunderbolt!"

  "Arcane Mysteries: Transfiguration!" At the very moment the lightning energy is released from

  the Snake Man, the Wizard Vincent uses his magic. But the spell seemed to exhaust his power,

  and Vincent fell to the bridge.

  The whole stone bridge cracked with a "squawk" and turned reddish brown. There were many

  small holes on the bridge floor, like a sponge surface. With a crash, the red middle of the

  bridge broke away from the foundation and fell straight down into the magma below.

  The belated flash of lightning only hit the ground across the lava river, creating a huge crater

  and throwing rubble and clods of earth into the air, where nothing could be seen.

  "Quack, quack, quack! That's clever. It's easier to kill yourself than to be tortured by me. This

  time it's better for you!" The Serpent priest stopped his purple worm mount and looked at

  the broken stone bridge from a distance.

  What he did not expect was that he merely tilted his head and saw, in the lower part of the

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  lava flow, on a large red SLATE, the three men whom he thought were certain to die were

  sitting leisurely on it.

  The mage waved his hand at it. "Goodbye." Vincent gave a friendly smile, as if he were saying

  goodbye to a close friend, and said slowly.

  The priest of the Snake Man was almost furious. He stamped his foot on the purple worm's

  head and ran after it in a hurry. But after the attack just now, the sacrifice has been delayed

  for some time, the distance has long been pulled away, and now the master and others are

  on the lava flow, the purple worm dare not swim in the magma, even if the skin is thick. By

  the time the priest reached the eye and the side, it was already too late.

  So Vincent and his party drifted safely farther and farther away from the cave, away from the

  snake man's pursuit.

  "Vincent, there you are! You find a way out of any situation like this." Hardy laid down his

  great sword and settled down comfortably on the SLATE.

  Mark ran his hand over the face of the rock beneath him and asked, "Vincent, what the hell is

  going on here? Why hasn't this rock been burned?"

  "It is simple. This stone is volcanic. It is made of molten rock. How could it be burned?

  Moreover, the holes formed when the gas left as it cooled made the stone extremely light. So

  let's not mention magma, it floats just as well on top of the water."

  'But, but...' Mark cocked his head. "Where did this volcanic rock come from?"

  "Naturally, it was made by a sorcerer! What's so strange about that?" Hardy said with a stretch.

  Vincent smiled and naturally gave no further explanation. Ever since he had seen Mark's uncle

  Charlotte's extraordinary ability to turn copper powder into an iron spoon, he had never

  stopped thinking about the principles of magic and how he could use the arcane to change

  the nature of objects forever. It wasn't until he read the "Principles of Creation" that he began

  to understand this skill. Several times in the past, he had experimented with the technique of

  changing small objects, but to transform the properties of such a large stone slab at once,

  turning it from granite to volcanic stone, was a helpless adventure, but it was a success.

  "But no matter how embarrassed we were, we got away successfully, didn't we?" Mark looked

  very happy. After all, it was his first adventure, the first time he had encountered such a

  thrilling moment, and the first time the three men really worked together.

  "Yes, the only pity is that there is no roast snake to eat. It's delicious, you know! ' Hardy

  smacked his lips and winked at Mark.

  "Forget it! I'm not going to eat that stuff. ' Mark now has goose bumps all over his body when

  he hears "snake".

  "Ha ha ha, Mark, you still need to exercise..." Hardy laughed happily, and so did Mark. It was

  a relaxed laugh, and all the people who had survived were either crying or laughing.

  Vincent, however, dared not relax for a moment. Although his body was exhausted and his

  heavy left arm made it impossible for him to move any further, he kept his eyes wide open

  and scanned the environment ahead with his eyes of insight -- after all, they were still drifting

  on lava.

  The rock beneath them would not melt, but it did not have the ability to insulate them, and

  the power of the lava constantly fried the three people sitting on it, forcing them to stand up

  to prevent their hips or backs from being burned.

  After leaving the lava River cave, they have turned into a lava tunnel, where the temperature

  is unusually high, semi-enclosed environment, the hot air is almost impossible to escape: it is

  like the inside of a red-hot oven, and Vincent and others are pieces of meat being roasted.

  Vincent clung to Hardy, holding Mark in his arms, a protective fire element working around

  him, absorbing as much heat as possible, and holding on. But even so, the searing air

  enveloped the fragile bodies of the three men, making it difficult for them to breathe.

  Fortunately, there was an end to the passage, and after about half a mile of painful endurance,

  the three of them finally left the suffocating lava pipe, and on either side reappeared the cold,

  hard stone banks of the Underdark.

  Vincent fell to his side on the hot volcanic rock, and his robes burned to a slight smoke.

  Hardy grabbed Mark's collar in one hand and the waistband of the monk's robe in the other,

  throwing them both violently to the shore about three meters away.

  Vincent rolled several times on the hard stone floor, still unconscious, his limbs sprawled limp

  and bent over the rubble.

  Hardy sprinted up the shore, his two-handed sword too red from the volcanic stone to use.

  The warrior and the dwarf rushed to the mage's side and lifted up Vincent, who was

  unconscious.

  The mage's face was red now, but his lips were white and chapped, and the temperature on

  his body was not much different from that of volcanic rock. Mark takes the kettle from his

  backpack and quickly pours water into the Mage's mouth. Hardy snatches it from him and

  pours it directly over Vincent's head.

  The Mage's eyelids quivered a few times and a small groan came out of his mouth.

  But still he did not wake.

  'What's going on? Mark looked puzzled at Hardy.

  "He must have given us both the only magic he had left to protect us from heat, the fool..."