When the remaining ten people gathered at the venue where they had the last supper the day before yesterday, everyone except Jace subconsciously stayed away from Arthur. Arthur's strength was far beyond their imagination, and even Nighthawk and Sapalo were somewhat
Be afraid of Arthur's power.
But for these ten strong fighters who were tied here, what is more important at the moment is what is going on in the bunker used to imprison them. In the huge bunker, there are more than a dozen scattered small bunkers and dozens of
Apart from the living room where the ten people are now, there are four warehouses where sundries are piled up. There are all kinds of sundries piled up in the warehouses. The points items pushed by the soldiers yesterday were placed randomly on the ground. Even Arthur was looking for them.
He got a dagger similar in size to the Sika sword and put it on his waist. However, the ten people could not find a way to other places, so they had to gather together first.
Arthur always caught the figure of Jace in his peripheral vision. Jace's behavior was too abnormal and too cheerful. He never mentioned that he wanted to wash his heart with the blood of sinners, never mentioned the place of atonement, and even put down his own
Dagger. This person is not Jace. This is the conclusion Arthur came to after seeing Jace in front of him. As for why he didn't reveal his identity immediately, it was because Arthur wanted to know what this fake Jace wanted to do.
Saparo changed his usual habit of finding a place to lie down and not caring about the world. While the other nine people chatted about what they had seen, he focused on the wall in the living room and kept pulling and tapping the candlestick. He wanted to find the so-called
The secret passage of the nobles, these nobles always use some little tricks to leave a way out for themselves in case something unexpected happens. Since Saparo has promised Arthur to take him out, as a descendant of the former king's knights, he will fulfill his promise
all your commitments.
Among the remaining ten people, Sheldor, Selfendor and Zolkis are the closest. The three of them always secretly plot something when no one is paying attention, while Riel and Ye
After all, the eagle was close. Kalman and Wannuo sat together. After looking around the other nine people, what surprised Arthur was that Camorra, a disease that was very eye-catching before he was knocked unconscious by the toxin, did not survive and fainted himself.
It seems that what happened next can only be known by asking Nighthawk.
The most famous of all people at the moment is Nighthawk. The blue-and-white-haired werewolf slapped the table and made a loud noise to attract other people's attention: "Everyone, I suggest that everyone follow the current two-three grouping and look around like Sapalo.
There is no such thing as a secret passage. There were no less than fifty soldiers in the arena before. It is impossible for them to leave no traces. "
"Yes, and our first round of preliminary searches didn't even find the other ten dragged away corpses. I think we can look for it, maybe it has something to do with our way out." Sapalo crossed his arms and stood behind Nighthawk.
"I, this werewolf, and this little wizard will go to the first tunnel on the right, okay?" Sapalo said this specifically to Jace, and then he looked at Jace seemingly casually.
Si's actions and waiting for Jace's response.
Jace's face changed slightly, but under the gaze of many people, he controlled his emotions and walked to the small Wan Nuo and the tall Kalman. He hugged the two and walked towards the tunnel directly behind.
"It's time for us to set off." Nighthawk pushed back the chair and entered the right-hand passage first. Sapalo, who took a step aside, spread his hands to show that what he did was correct: "Don't you always doubt that pervert?
His whole feeling is indeed different from when he was first captured. Let’s focus on this bunker first. As the werewolf said, there is no way the bunker has no exit.”
Arthur turned back and looked at the direction where Jace left, and said to himself: "Could it be... no, wasn't he shot directly at close range? Even Nighthawk would have died from that distance, so it shouldn't be
."
...
Arthur was arranged to go to the warehouse where weapons were stacked to find a secret passage. The endless earth walls and stone bricks made Arthur tired. Pressing the protruding stones and stone bricks became Arthur's only action for more than ten minutes. For the nobles
Arthur had no idea where the secret passage would be left and how it would be opened, so he could only try by casting a wide net.
After approaching the stone wall, there was an endless stream of creaking sounds in my ears, and there were sounds of creatures running in the wall. They were rats. The rats in this bunker must be too rampant. This is Mozkovti.
Did the mouse arrive? But is the wall hollow? Arthur tapped the wall in front of him gently, and sure enough he could hear some echoes. Is it hollow inside? Arthur took two steps back, jumped forward and accelerated.
Kick the stone bricks into pieces.
As the wall slowly collapsed, the dust kicked up made Arthur cover his mouth and nose, and he took off the torch with coal tied to the top from the torch stand on one side before he dared to look into the wall and look higher.
, in the narrow gap in the earth wall less than one meter wide, Arthur saw countless iron chains and stopped rotating gears arranged in the wall, and dozens of red eyes were lying on the large and small gears that could only be driven by rotation.
Rats, some rats even had two heads in one body, and the exposed pink blood clots on the back made Arthur take a breath of air. They were the blood vessels of the rats, but now they were pointed at him like a musket.
Rats? No, these are monsters. Looking at these black-furred mutant rats that used their forelimbs to pull gears from time to time, Arthur casually broke off the barrels of the guns stacked in the wooden boxes in the warehouse, took out the made fire sheath, and lit it with a torch.
Throwing it into the wall, the frightened rats burrowed into darker places one after another. This thing is more suitable for burning and blasting than coal. Arthur's purpose of driving away these rats is to study the meaning of the existence of chains and gears.
"Nighthawk!" After Arthur pressed the gear carefully and could not come to a conclusion, he left the warehouse and walked to the bunker. He shouted to Nighthawk who was looking for clues in the cell. However, the bunker that was still bright before he entered the warehouse door was now dark.
After Arthur called Nighthawk several times to no avail, he took off his dagger from his waist. His tattered clothes stained with blood and soil were cut open by the dagger. However, for Arthur, there was nothing here.
In the darkened bunker with only the light of torches, no one would care how bad it looked. After all, even the blue and white fur of the nighthawk was polluted by the fine sand and turned black and yellow.
Arthur shouted again in the other direction: "Senior Sapalo, are you nearby?"
Still no one responded. If it weren't for the torch in Arthur's hand, the entire bunker would have been dark. Was he attacked by someone? Arthur held the torch and slowly moved in the direction where Nighthawk had searched before, using his elemental power.
Although it can be used, in order to show off his power in front of other prisoners, he had consumed too much elements before. In addition, he had not eaten for two days. Arthur believed that even an ordinary person could take advantage of him.
He kept waving the torch to light up the road around him, and the occasional drops of water falling from the top due to moisture could stir Arthur's nervous nerves.
The sound of weak running came from behind him to the left, which was the location of the cell. If he wanted to move near there, he would have to move on the earth wall. Arthur made his own judgment. When the sound of running gradually increased, he had thunder.
Arthur, who had elemental characteristics, quickly turned around and swept his legs towards the earth wall on his left. A black shadow was kicked hard by Arthur on the shoulder and hit the ground. Arthur did not dare to use elemental power to meet the enemy at will. He did not want to be like this.
In a dangerous place, one must also consider physical collapse. Without the ring on his body, he could not overload the elemental power. Arthur threw out his dagger like a crescent moon and stabbed the black figure that could not be illuminated by the fire.
He didn't hear the screams he imagined, nor the sounds of subsequent movements. Arthur shined the torch to the front. There was no one there, only his dagger with a length of cloth stuck on the ground. Arthur was half-crouching
He took off his dagger and searched his memory for the owner of the cloth.
Did you run away? This clothes looks familiar, it looks like the one worn by Wan Nuo... A weak electric current appeared on Arthur's back, and the warning electric current informed the opponent's possible attack on Arthur's position. Arthur has been there for a long time now
There was no automatic warning current, because nothing could cause fatal harm to him.
No, his hands and feet couldn't react. Arthur was holding a torch in his left hand and a dagger in his right hand. He couldn't turn around in time to respond in a half-crouched position, so he had to roll forward to avoid fatal injuries.
Two sharp weapons pierced Arthur's side deeply. The limited wood elemental power could only prevent the wound from expanding. Arthur jumped forward and rolled before falling to the ground and forcefully pulled out the dagger from his waist.
Sure enough, it was Wannuo's weapon. After one blow, Arthur didn't even capture the person's position.
"Asshole little dwarf, what do you want to do!" Arthur raised the torch high, trying to see clearly where the other party was.
A hand stained with blood and mud appeared in the light from above the cell on Arthur's right. After gently slapping Arthur's torch away, the surroundings fell into complete darkness again. Arthur was sweating profusely, stimulated by the pain.
His waist was bleeding all the time, and if he didn't bandage it as soon as possible, he wouldn't even be able to move flexibly.
"What do I want to do?" Wan Nuo's voice sounded faintly from behind Arthur: "Who told you that Lord Mozkov's game is over, and now it is the third round. The person I choose is you."
