The Shaman’s Death

The only thing Xiao Lin had been doing all this time had been to try to find out the source of his strange feeling. No matter how much he thought about it, the only clue he had was Lightning.

At that moment, the orc army was fast approaching. Xiao Lin hurried to the cells. The fortress's cells were underground and very narrow. There were only about ten rooms, but they obviously were not using any of the other cells other than the one for Lightning. It was very damp, and the light was dim. Coupled with the stench in the air, it was not a pleasant environment. 

Gu Xiaoyue was in charge of keeping guard during the day. Xiao Lin had been reluctant to let that woman take up such a painful task, but Gu Xiaoyue did not mind, even though Xiao Lin had hinted to her that she could reject it. However, Gu Xiaoyue said that she was the only one who could take up the task.