Three days later, the maritime prison was numbered as sixty-nine prison.

The water in the pond is deep and the iron railing is cold.

"Andy...Jack..."

Retham looked at his two slightly atrophy chest muscles, his heart was like a knife, and tears were circling in his eyes, as if he had seen his old friend who had been many years moving towards death little by little.

In the tower prison, Finger had a great meal every day in order to extract fat from Retham. Finger not only made it a daily nutritional package, but also various great-tonifying monster soups and various potions to improve physical fitness. In addition, Retham is a muscle-crazy, and the only fun after being imprisoned is to train muscles. It is difficult to be unsolid.

But when I arrived at the sea prison, I didn’t even have a slightly decent mashed potato, and I just crushed the cabbage and stirred it into a paste with water.

"Jack...Andy..."

Lesham felt his body shrinking little by little.

"Will you die if you shut up?"

Kasa is the real candle in the wind. The two rows of ribs are completely protruding from the skin, and there is no fat at all. He is like a living zombie with only bone epidermis.

Only Jacqueline drank the bowl of "green juice" without saying a word, and there was no fluctuation on her cold face, as if she was just completing the life-suspending ceremony.

"You can actually eat it!"

Lesham was a little impressed, he was obviously just a woman.

Jacqueline's behavior inspired Retham, and he also began to drink the extremely poorly flavoured "green juice".

"Of course, how could you low-level domestic animals understand? Tell you, I have even drunk the slurry in the toad bumps, huh? This cabbage paste seems to look similar to that slurry, and they are all the same green." Jacqueline's metaphor was expressionless.

Retham felt extremely disgusted, his face looked extremely ugly. With a wow, all the "green juice" he drank was vomited out.

"Hahaha... I lied to you, why are you so stupid? In the orc alliance, there are only pigheads who have the most wars. It turns out that it is because your entire tribe is too stupid? Hahaha..."

Jacqueline covered her mouth and laughed in three ways, and the pleasure could not be hidden in her faint eyes.

"Don't go too far!"

Lesham was trembling with anger, but it was not easy to get angry.

The former owner of the prison, The Dance of Death, after drinking the green juice, he saw him slashing the soil on the ground with his thin, black fingers and writing a few words.

【It is wrong to bully others.】

The Dance of Death is a mute, with a broken tongue mostly broken, and you can only communicate with others in this way.

Compared to the others in the cage, whether it is the Along Casa, the Pighead Retham, and the tall Jacqueline born in Middle Earth, he is the shortest, only about 1.7 meters.

But when he wrote this passage, the atmosphere in the prison suddenly became quiet, and Jacqueline just tickled, a little unhappy.

The red medium-length hair and the face were covered with small scars after healing. There was no trace of his original appearance. There were no less than seventy or eighty ones on that face alone. As for his body, it was even more terrible. The bullet hole scar and the claw marks of the beast covered every inch of the skin. Just from this body, you can see the story in it. It must be a person who has been wandering on the edge of life and death countless times.

Not only that, there were also various black tattoos with unknown meanings on his skin, densely packed, like a bug, wrapping all the skin in his joints.

"It's rare that the human body magic circle, the Terraria continent can no longer find any related books."

Jacqueline glanced at the Dance of Death, feeling a little strange. Her curious eyes seemed to be looking at antiques. This was a thing from ancient times. The madman at that time was no less crazy than a wizard. This was a terrifying magic circle that greatly increased speed, strength, and explosive power at the cost of consuming blood and energy. It acted on the human body. If it was not used properly, it would be easy to kill himself. Even in ancient times, there were almost no people who dared to play like this. They were only forced to be engraved on the magic circle and used as experimental props.

The Death Wu was a little surprised when she heard this. She used her shriveled hands to smooth the soil on the ground and rewrite a long list of words. The slow speed made Casaresham and Jacqueline extremely angry. It was a slow and painful process to communicate with him.

[You are from the Rose Cross, right? Only those people can study these strange and unfamiliar knowledge. Exit it. It is a very dangerous and cruel organization. This is wrong.]

Kasa and Retham were all confused and had never heard of such an organization.

Jacqueline tskated. This kind of preaching tone like a parent made her extremely unhappy. If it weren't for the magic circle here and the magic substance in her body was constantly losing, she really wanted to give this corpse-like person a big flame explosion to ashes.

"Hahaha... I've heard your story. The Dance of Death is named after its gorgeous swordsmanship that is very performative but extremely lethal. Even the top powerhouses on this continent, the swordsman of the Empire, have been completely abused by you. But the stories often have the ingredients to add fuel to the fire. What is the truth? A sneak attack? Or poisoning the food? In short, what are the despicable means to win? You are desperate for your name."

Jacqueline's tone and tone were sarcastic and very tempting.

Kasa and Retham couldn't help but move their bodies into Gata, not wanting to cause trouble.

The Wu of Death was stunned for a moment, scratched the back of his head, then smoothed the soil on the ground, and started writing a long list again.

“Fuck!”

Jacqueline cursed, Digu infected Cassa, and Cassa infected Jacqueline, she cursed like this, she was almost driven crazy by this person, no matter... no matter how sharp your words were, he was like that, slowly, writing words with his hands.

[He is indeed much better than me, not the same level at all, but he is too slow. When I retracted the knife, he had not yet drawn his sword, but he only won a round. If I continue to fight, I will definitely lose. Don’t call me that name. I don’t like it, call me Adolf.]

After Adolf finished writing, he stared at Jacqueline calmly.

Jacqueline's eyelids twitched, and she never expected that the god-man who was famous for the Dance of Death, Terraria, had been famous for the time being. Since the Battle of the Imperial Sword Saint, the people at the newsstand posted countless newspapers about his fierce and cruelty in the streets and alleys.

For example.

He fell asleep in the world, and he woke in purgatory.

For example.

The blade roared rapidly and was as painful as a snake. Even if the head fell to the ground, he would not realize that he had been killed.

For example.

After the dance, there was no cheer, just because everyone who had seen the gorgeous dancers died.

Strange reports like this.

The Dance of Death, just listening to the name makes people scare to death. I absolutely never imagined that it is such a gentle person? Is it okay to believe it if you say it out?

At this moment, the cold voice of the jailer came from outside the iron railing.

"Someone has come to see you."

After hearing this, the three of them were ecstatic. Maybe it was Digu and that guy was here!
Chapter completed!