“How did you do that?” I exclaimed realizing that he was out of his cage the moment I asked for his help.
He laughed mysteriously.
“I was a part of the mages in our kingdom so I know few tricks.”
“If you can do it, why didn’t you free yourself before?”
“The trees tells me not to go back yet. I have to stay here because I still have a mission that I have to fulfill and I believe that it is to free you from the the Undead.”
“The trees can talk?” I asked getting more confused than ever.
“Yes but only to the Elves. Among the races in our land, elves have the highest priority when it comes to asking help from the nature. We are good to them that’s why they help us.”
Before I could speak, he was able to open the lock of my cage. I was totally fascinated with this old elf. To think that he was able to do this things is really amazing.
“Thank you...ahm...”
“Crocas. Call me Crocas.”
“Thank you Mr. Crocas.’
“I guess it’s not the time to thank me yet. We still have a long way to go. We still need to get out of here safely without letting the undead notice us.”
Few minutes later, I found myself running and hiding behind the large posts of something like a palace. The place outside the jail was gigantic. The ceiling is so high that I can’t see it clearly. The old Elf Crocas was leading the way making sure that no one would see us.
After some time, I found myself in a much wider but less high place. It was filled with armors that seemed to be alive. The passage was dark and gloomy that it feels like they will attack the moment you’ll pass in there formation.
“Stay here.” Crocas whispered.
He walked in between the lines of the armors. Then, just as I thought the armors moved aiming at the old elf. But before they could step outside their area, large roots surrounded their bodies restricting their movements. I was amazed. Crocas is so cool.
“You can come out now.” He spoke.
I walked out of my hiding place and eventually, we started running again.
We successfully went out of the room where the armors are found and entered a new room. This time, it was much lighter than that of the other rooms we passed.
“We must be careful. This might be where the throne of the king is found.” Crocas whispered as we hid in a boulder.
“The Lich King?” I asked.
“No, not the Lich King. The Lich King is a special King so he must have a throne somewhere. The king that I’m talking about is the ruler of the kingdom of the Undead, King Artemos.”
We slowly snuck from boulder to post trying to hide our presence in the very way we can. Crocas was so careful on watching of whoever was passing.
“Let’s wait for a while; something is coming from the door.”
We hid ourselves in the large post and watched as someone went inside the room. It was a man with long white hair and armored body. His sword was right beside his waist with a skull as it’s handle. But what caught my attention were his eyes. It was a total black.
Right behind him was a very familiar image of a giant beetle. It was Anub’arak. Beside Anub’arak was an even creepy monster. He was like a giant worm with a head of a lion and hands of a human and body of a scale less snake.
