Akara took out a bow, a bow covered in fine cracks, but you could still see its original delicate and elegant appearance.

"Mercerlandy! How did it come to this?! Tyrell exclaimed, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the cracks in the bow.

This bow is a heavenly relic, and although it is one level lower than the holy sword Adruin in his hand, it is powerful enough for humans.

As for why this bow is in the hands of the blood crow, that's a long story.

All in all, the bow was forged by Tyrell's eyes, so when Akara took it out of his inventory, Tyrell instantly recognized it.

But he couldn't believe who could hurt a heavenly artifact like this?

Mercerlandy's bow was dull, and it looked like it was about to collapse completely.

"It first suffered the blow of losing its master, and then it was forbidden and tortured by its master's depraved body for countless years, and now, in order to save the last soul of its master, it took the initiative to take most of the damage in the soul infusion method......

Akara sighed softly and told Tyrell what he had done.

“... Mercerlandi has become one with the soul of the blood crow... I can feel them, no, should I say... She. Tyrrell silently took the bow in his hand, felt it carefully, and finally said with a mournful voice.

"Poor boy......" Akara sighed.

The Bow of Lamentation was on the verge of shattering, and it was clear that it could no longer bear the weight of two souls, so only the unity of two souls would guarantee that both souls would survive.

But the unity of the two souls also means that no matter what, the dominant consciousness of one of the two souls will disappear completely.

"I can fix it, but I can't guarantee that it will be Bloodcrow or Mercerlandy who will wake up in the end." Tyrrell shook his head, a hint of regret in his tone.

"It doesn't matter, whoever it is, at least we've kept this artifact." Akara nodded in understanding.

"Then I'll get started!" Tyrell let out a deep sigh, and the light ribbon wings behind him danced, wrapping around the bow in his hand.

As the wings of light completely enveloped the bow, a blazing white light erupted from the bow, and a distant chant suddenly resounded into the sky, drawing the attention of everyone in the entire Rogue camp to Akara's tent.

Then, the white light slowly faded, and Tyrell slowly retracted the light wings behind him.

Mercerlandy's bow appeared in a purple-gold glow, the cracks on the bow had completely disappeared, and the holy relic had burst out with its own aura again.

"Blood Crow? Or Mercerlandy? Tyrrell asked in a complicated tone as he looked at the longbow floating in mid-air in front of him.

“... The hostess is gone, and she chose to make me ...... last moment," a soft, mournful voice sounded in the tent.

Hearing this, both Tyrell and Akara were shocked, and then, Tyrell's body was obviously relaxed, but Akara's face showed a trace of sadness.

"Before my hostess passes, let me tell you a piece of news, Lord Akara."

"The Mountain Key is under the five pillars of the Stone Field, it is the source of power for the Tristram Portal, and the nuns keep it in a container that blocks all discovery......" Mercerlandi said in a soft tone like Akara as she relayed the news of the mistress as the blood crow woke up from the after-effects of the Soul Infusion before disappearing, and she quickly realized that she had passed the message to someone she shouldn't have told in a trance.

Then, knowing that she couldn't survive any longer, she gave all of her soul power to Mercerlandy, hoping that it would inform Akara of the information about the Mountain Key when she woke up.

"I see, Mercerlandy, thank you for your prompt notification." Akara nodded, his face serious.

"Mountain Keys......" Tyrrell whispered to the side.

"Lord Tyrrell, do you know anything about this?"

"The Key to the Mountains is not really a Heavenly Relic, it is a treasure forged by the power of the Mountains, so demons can touch it... It's just that a long time ago, the Mountain Key was kept in Heaven until the will of the world took it back from it......"

"You know where it is?"

"No, I can't feel it, it's not mine." Tyrrell shook his head.

"Okay, I see." Akara nodded knowingly.

A relic is not the same as normal equipment, and when it belongs to someone, no one else can take it away in any way.

But when it doesn't belong to anyone, no one can find it.

"It's all done, it's time for me to go back to heaven." Tyrrell unfolded the wings of light behind him, and a white halo gradually emanated from his body.

"Doesn't you have to take it back with you, Matherlandy?"

"No, Bloodcrow is a great warrior, and she chose to sacrifice herself at the last moment, so Mercerlandy will always be her warbow."

"I see." Akara pursed her lips as Tyrell's figure faded into the light.

Akara groaned for a moment as his figure completely disappeared into the tent, and then his right hand shook into the void, and a hexagonal ice crystal appeared in her hand out of thin air.

She whispered to the ice crystals for a while, and then with a wave of her hand, the ice crystals shattered into snowflakes with a thud.

"Hopefully...... Akara slowly sat back in his chair and muttered to himself.

......

Two days before Tyrell arrived at Rog's camp, Kashya and Kidd had already made their way to the Dark Forest via the Station, hoping to stop Albert at the border between the Dark Forest and the Black Wastelands.

But Albert was obviously very cunning, and Kasha thought of everything they could think of.

Instead of taking the usual route of the Dark Forest to the Black Wasteland, he chose to take a detour from the farther and more rugged Barrier Mountains.

There were hidden passages and supply points left behind by the Evil Pacters, barely enough for him to fly over the mountains all the way.

When Kasha and Kidd stayed for a day and a night without seeing Albert's figure, they knew that the cunning creature must have bypassed them and entered the Black Wasteland from somewhere else.

As a result, Kashya ordered a squadron of Rog to come from the camp and continue to block the border between the Dark Forest and the Black Wasteland, in case Albert was just lurking in the Dark Forest to be patient with them.

Then, the two legendary professionals continued to chase directly into the depths of the Black Wasteland.

Although Albert was one step ahead of the Black Wasteland, he was seriously injured after all, and he barely climbed the mountains to reach the Black Wasteland, and his physical condition was already extremely poor.

The after-effects of taking the original potion had reduced his level to level 32, and his mana had dropped to less than one-tenth of his original power, and flying with bone wings was very mana and energy-intensive, so he couldn't fly for long at a time.

Fortunately, the sequelae only lowered his professional level and skill level, and did not deprive him of his mastery of flying skills, otherwise he would not have escaped at all.

But now, this escape seems to have reached its limit, and although he has run into the deepest part of the Black Wasteland, Kasha and Kidd are both skilled trackers, and they quickly find his whereabouts and catch up with him.

Just as Albert was about to be cornered, a half-collapsed black tower suddenly appeared in front of him.

It's the countess's tower!

In his wandering, Albert suddenly remembered a rumor that had been circulating among the Evil Covenanters, that is, there were not only five floors of underground prison in the Countess's Tower, but there was another layer below, and that layer hid a secret of the Bathory family.

As the saying goes, if you rush to the doctor, although this incident is just a rumor, it is tantamount to a lifesaver for Albert at this time, he does not covet any secrets of the Bathory family, as long as there is a secret enough place to avoid the search of Kasha and Kidd.

Without hesitation, he plunged headlong into the tower dungeon and began to desperately explore below.