Fortunately, its attention was attracted by a dozen mercenaries who were searching for the mechanism on the other side, so Sivir and Cassiopeia were able to escape.

The survivors continued to run deeper into the mausoleum for a long time, and many of them even threw away the heavy bags they were carrying so as not to let them become a burden.

Only when the noise behind them could no longer be heard did they stop panting, quickly calming their throats and lungs, which were affected by the dry air and felt as if they had been cut by a sharp blade.

Cassiopeia, still in a state of uncertainty, took the canteen from her subordinates and took a deep gulp. She gasped and looked at Sivir, "What kind of monster is that..."

"Bake, the product of the failed ascension ceremony, was assigned to guard the tomb." Xiweier almost fully recovered and said with a gloomy face.

She counted the remaining survivors at the scene.

Cassiopeia originally brought 15 Noxian guards, and now there are only 9 left, so the loss is not too great.

She originally brought 47 mercenaries, but now there are only 18 left...

They had just encountered that monster, and a few people might have gotten separated during their escape, including her deputy Arthur.

But in such a dangerous mausoleum and separated from the main force, Sivir had already sentenced them to death.

With so many lives lost, the Zhaihalo Mercenary Group's foundation was shaken.

Sivir bit her bloodless lower lip, trickles of blood oozed out, and the smell of rust filled her mouth.

She clenched the cross blade in her hand, as if she would throw it at any time.

After taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Sivir looked at Cassiopeia with a cold expression.

"I warned you long ago! Exploring an ancient tomb isn't something you can rush! Why do you keep asking to keep going, not giving us any time to adjust?!"

She demanded sharply.

However, Cassiopeia still had that arrogant look that made her unhappy.

"What's wrong with sacrificing some insignificant people to achieve great things?" She sneered and continued, "Besides, if we really find the treasure, won't you get a bigger share this way?"

"You!" Sivir was angered by Cassiopeia's attitude and could no longer bear it.

The charikar turned in her hands, and the sharp blade pierced the air, making a whooshing sound.

Seeing this, the guards around Cassiopeia immediately protected her in the center, each drawing their weapons and looking sharp and vigilant at Sivir and her men.

"We've come this far, Sivir. Do you really want to give up just like that?"

Cassiopeia narrowed her eyes and looked into Sivir's eyes, without any unnecessary expression on her face.

"If you care about your mercenary group, after we return to Nashramé, I will help you hire new members and train them... This money will not be included in our contract. Is this okay with you?"

"Tsk..." Xiweier frowned tightly and spat secretly.

Cassiopeia was right.

After sacrificing so many people to get here, we are only one step away from opening the final gate of the imperial mausoleum.

If he fell out with her at this time, even if he led his men to pry open the tomb, there might not be any treasure inside.

This kind of thing has happened before.

By then, not only will they return empty-handed, but they won't even get their wages.

No, if that happens, my mercenary group will be ranked at the bottom of the Nashramé ranking, and no one will hire us anymore.

But if there really is treasure inside...

Sivir pondered for a long time before finally relaxing her tense muscles and stopping the spinning cross blade in her hand.

She didn't want to take the risk.

Then, Sivir glared at Cassiopeia fiercely and threatened coldly:

"I hope you can keep your promise... Otherwise, I don't care which family you come from. Even if you escape back to Noxus, I will chase you there and cut your neck with this crossblade!"

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