The Black Scepter

>Dark and humid, mixed with an unpleasant smell of sweat and rancidity, the soil underfoot permeates the blood that has been spilt by countless people for hundreds of years, leaving a lingering blood in the air.

This was the place where Earl Gard held and tortured the opponents.

Dissidents, vain attempts to rebel, attempt to assassinate, all here feel the taste of **** on earth-the various torture instruments hanging on the walls reflect the cold metallic luster, and the dark red color can no longer be washed with water. Every moment tells how often they have been used.

Murphy walked in the dungeon, following only Compton. The long and narrow dungeon had only a main road that was not wide. On both sides was a solid cast-iron structure. For professionals below level V, even without any restrictions. It's hard to break through that solid prison door.

Straight to the end, the five imprisoned knights were in the penultimate cell. Several people were not subjected to excessive ill-treatment or punishment because of the normal food supply. Compared with the treatment of the last cell in the entire cell, their treatment It is already extremely humane.

Murphy stepped in front of the last door of this large dungeon.

"How many people are there?"

"147 people, plus one in this room, 148 people."

Compton's answer remained meticulous.

Murphy stretched out his hair and took care of the hair he hadn't taken care of for a long time, and raised his eyes.

The iron gate in front of me is amazingly thick, with more than three huge iron ropes on it, and there is also an imprisoned circle. Of course, after Sunderland told Murphys that the magic circle of the circle was lifted, none of these things What obstacles again.

The iron lock was opened by the key, and Murphy's wand gently moved down the center of the magic circle, continuously turned counterclockwise along the half axis of the trajectory of the magic circle, and returned to the original point after returning 37° Bring up a ray of light, and then the entire Falun is dimmed.

"Click."

The iron door opened slowly. Under the dim candlelight, the weak Earl of Gard slowly raised his head.

The once-stricken lord was now shackled, sitting on a pure metal seat covered with iron chains. Hearing the movement of the door opening, he tried to identify who came in and knew who he was, but his eyes were blurred.

The hall-level i-level strongman, the sword saint who killed more than four figures, is like the cheapest slave at the moment, lingering in the dungeon he built.

Perhaps it was precisely because the "truth" sought by Sunderland was occupied by the count, the arrogant lord's strength ranked first among the lords of the entire Balice empire-this is no accident, the duke is in the book After the number completely disappeared in Balice due to time, an i-level count is indeed the strongest in the lord group.

And the entire empire may be able to win this sword saint in front of no more than three figures-more than 90% of them exist in the royal family of Buttigia, but even so, he will never think of losing in a blink of an eye. When a woman was injured, she didn't even have room to resist!

At this moment, the imprisoned lord is unable to move like ordinary people. The cold iron chain reduces the vitality of the lord in the dungeon sharply, and even reaches the point of barely maintaining it-such a suffocating death method may be something he could not have imagined. .

Murphy was not good at torturing secrets from living people, and Compton also did not, so he did not expect too much, but just stood in front of this guy with some reluctant eyes and said, "You are Nobles have the power to redeem themselves for a life."

Earl Gard had more air and less air, and he couldn't make any effort to answer this sentence. He just swallowed slowly and opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"Wow--"

Compton put a bucket of cold water directly on Lord Garde, who was very concerned. The latter finally squeezed the air and opened his eyes, finally seeing what Murphy was doing.

"Kill me."

Gard had no other ideas. If he could, he had already committed suicide. The most proud eagle broke its wings. Its only choice was to jump off the cliff overlooking his life and never survive. The **** life of Gard although Not a hero, but an arrogant soldier.

"Something Sunderland is hiding under your castle. Say it if you are interested. Don't say it if you're not interested. Just sit here and wait for the time to kill you."

Murphy did not intend to talk to the lord about any superfluous bullshit. Garder would die sooner or later. He said nothing about the secrets under his castle, which did not affect Murphy's footsteps in searching for the scepter of Yizuer and Savras. .

Gard looked up slowly, but he suddenly smiled.

His smile seemed to ridicule, but his voice was more desolate like a leaky bellows.

"Can I know that Sunderland's abacus?" There is also a strong iron copy on his neck, which prevents him from moving his body even an inch. "The truth is a torch, too close, the result is often burned to death, Those who try to hold the torch just ignite their upper body. Do you want to know? I will tell you that these things are under the tower destroyed by you."

He coughed a few times violently, and then he laughed and became mad.

Murphy narrowed his eyes tightly and turned away without saying anything nonsense.

The icy iron door closed again, leaving the last curse of Earl Garde--

"Truth? That's the gate of hell"

The knight Jeana stood in front of the tower. Her pale face and dark blond hair were conspicuous in the sun. She in leather armor saw Murphys and Compton coming from the dungeon, saluting a knight.

Murphy didn't walk by directly as before, but reached out and followed, and turned to the tower where Sunderland was located-he needed to discuss some things with these people, but no one knew But at the same time, Ashcandi, who could only look up at the sky at the highest level of the tower, turned the page of the book lightly, but had no interest in reading.

"Balice General History" was thrown gently by her, turned her head, and she could never see the land from where she was. She seemed to be curious outside the sky for the first time.

Anyone who has been silent for hundreds of years will also have a trace of curiosity in the strange world. This is instinct. Even if she suppressed it for a long time, but after Murphys departed several times, the sentence "take a step, the world will "Small" words seemed to echo in her mind for a long time.

Her weak arms propped her body up and wanted to see a beautiful view outside the window, but she was too weak to get up.

The pale face was more hesitant, and he tried again.

This time, she tried to climb to the edge of the sofa and reached out to hold the beautifully decorated wooden handle, raising her eyes a few inches.

In the field of vision, the blue sky and white clouds outside the window radiated to the distance, but her efforts did not seem to let her see anything else.

Give up?

Ashcandi, who had gathered courage for the first time in hundreds of years, was somewhat discouraged, his arm holding the handle trembling slightly, and finally raised his sight once more at the last minute.

For any ordinary person, it may be an indifferent one centimeter, but Ashcandi's vision shows the magnificent plains, villages, and the endless horizons at the end of the horizon.

Ashkandi has not seen these things, but the last time she overlooked the distant view from a height, it seems that it has been too long apart, so long ago that she can't remember what the scene she has seen before is exactly what it is.

The so-called glimpse is probably the case.

But when she hadn't appeared surprised or sighed, her weak arm could no longer support her body--

"Boom."

She fell sideways and fell off the sofa, falling on the precious soft carpet.

The black hair spread out, the green eyes looked at the tall dome and the decorative painting in front of him, the legs overlapped weakly and twisted, but they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Is the world really small?"

She lifted her left arm hesitantly, her black robe sleeves hanging down, and the pattern of "Servant's Contract" exuded a faint luster under the sunlight that spilled into the room outside the window.

"Forgive me, I am a person who can't even walk."

Tears rolled down the corners of the eyes, and the green eyes closed gently, as if hiding from the sun.

Murphy talked to the great magister for a moment on the tower where Sunderland was located, and told the old man who wanted to find the truth in front of him the answers he got in the dungeon.

Unexpectedly, Sunderland did not take the liberty to request Murphy to excavate the tower, but offered to portray himself to detect a magic circle to determine whether there is really a so-called "secret" under the ruins of the tower ".

Murphy was willing to allow this, and the things mentioned later were already greeted by Sunderland before-the leader of the night watchman has recovered after a few days of rest, but is facing more and more dangerous. The enemy, he has to do is to improve his strength as soon as possible-the battle is not waiting to sit, so Murphy called Jeanne, Compton and Sunderland, these guys with different professions in the territory, prepare Conduct actual combat exercises.

Sunderland has portrayed the "energy blocking magic circle" on the ground floor of his tower. This magic circle usually appears in the arena or large-scale mage training venues to absorb energy shock waves and vibrations. The magic circle portrayed as much as possible has been solidly strengthened so that it can withstand the single magical impact of about thirty levels inside.

Murphy did not start the so-called training in the venue at the moment, but carefully inspected the venue and made some arrangements to start Compton, who is good at calculations, to arrange the most reasonable training plan-according to the Masorca In principle, Compton needs to formulate a combat plan that will improve Murphy's ability to respond fastest in the shortest time.

After arranging everything, Murphy returned to the Lord's Hall and felt the atmosphere was wrong as soon as he entered the door.

Walking quickly to the sofa, he saw Ashcandi lying on the carpet-this scene made Murphy's heart suddenly burst out, and he rushed over with almost no hesitation, reaching for Ashkandi She had to confirm her life status on the neck, and no small movement made Ashcandi open her eyes slowly, but he saw Murphys' frowning frown and he was going to lie down on her chest and listen carefully to the heartbeat. action.

"what are you doing?"

This faint greeting made Murphys, who was tight-hearted, sigh of relief - to be honest, his mind was almost blank at this moment, even if he understood that Ashcandi had a contract with himself, but he couldn't help thinking. In the worst case, this huge psychological gap made him take a deep breath and sit directly on the carpet with his buttocks back, his eyes staring straightly and asked: "What are you doing?!"

Ashcandy was frightened by Murphy's annoyed inquiries. She didn't know how she caused Murphy to respond timidly: "I accidentally fell down."

As soon as Murphy spoke out, he felt that he was overdone. When he saw Ashcandy's pitiful appearance, he immediately felt guilty and abnormal, and saw that she was still lying on the carpet. The following women who could not move, carefully placed on the sofa next to them.

Ashcandi's body suddenly became stiff and abnormal, like a frozen fish.

It wasn't until Murphy released her hand, and she was more than half a meter away from her, she breathed like a breathing swim-the blushing Ashkandi was at a loss.

shy? She didn't even know why she blushed.

Murphy didn't care about this, opened Ashcandy's face with wide eyes, and confirmed that she had nothing to do before sitting down: "It's my fault. When I left, I forgot to keep someone beside you." "

He looked around and continued to ask: "Why did it fall? In order to get something?"

Ashkandi's heart jumped faster for no reason, but he answered honestly: "In order to look out of the window~www.novelmtl.com~ Perhaps it is a habitual pessimism, thinking of her last fall, she The mood is a bit low again.

Murphy was a little stunned by what she said, as if he saw a new Ashcandy. A few seconds later he made a decision and got up and pushed the window open-the sky was getting late, and the horizon could still be seen At the end of the evening glow, Murphy looked back at the depressed Ashcandy and asked, "Really willing?"

Ashcandi didn't know what to say, hesitated, but finally nodded gently.

"Then be mentally prepared," Murphy looked at the weak Ashcandy on the sofa, approached, and bowed to her to climb up, continuing: "If you don't come out, you will think this is the world. "

Ashcandi was so at a loss that Ashcandi didn't dare to move, but the expectation in her heart made her break the previous negative point.

Hesitantly, she held out her hand to support Murphy's shoulder. Before she could do anything else in the future, she was taken aback by Murphy who got up - she originally thought that Murphy would take her to the window sill to see But how did Murpheus step out directly, stepped on the window sill, and jumped out with her behind her!