Knight of the Light

As a city, there is a governing body. Under the governing body, violent machines are indispensable. Prisons are essential in all parts of the machine of violence.

"This prison is special." Zhou Qingfeng reached out and took apart the decayed wooden board, and a black hole appeared at the bottom of the pit. Inside the cave was an extremely cold, turbid air with a strong smell of soil. He smelled half-mouthed and felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and dizziness.

The air in the deep pit was not good. Zhou Qingfeng had to avoid it for one or two, and struggled to climb outside the pit and waited for a long time. Outside the pit was the wood where he fell in. He pierced a torch, lit it with flint, and continued to search for the remains at the bottom of the pit.

"Why did the elves turn their city into a dungeon? Why did they leave such a deep pit?" Zhou Qingfeng held the torch back to the bottom of the pit. He roughly estimated that the difference between the top and bottom was more than ten meters and the **** was greater than three Ten degrees.

It was fatal to fall in without breaking the neck.

"The elves are all perverts with cleanliness. What's a dungeon? They often do something inexplicable." Cyric replied: "As for the deep pit, here is a prison after all, and the people who may be imprisoned in it are from Escaped here to dig. "

"You mean when the prison was sunk by arcane art, there were still living people in it?"

"Who knows? Although I know everything and the omnipotent dark day, I don't pay attention to what every reptile is doing."

There is a torch, anyway, it can remind the air quality of the black hole at the bottom of the pit. Zhou Qingfeng penetrated the torch into the black hole to ensure that the flames could still burn, and at the same time illuminated the interior space. It was a rather strange world, dark, gloomy and gray.

"Cerek, are you sure this is a prison?"

"What do you think the elves' prison looks like? Blood-hooked walls, burning iron pots burning with charcoal, stinky racks of remnants, wandering ghost prisons? Elves don't have these things. Besides, you are standing in the prison On the roof of the building. "

Zhou Qingfeng jumped down from the broken black hole, and slammed on the ground, with a layer of floating earth under his feet. He startled himself and asked uneasily, "Why should I come to explore a wizard prison? Is there anything good here?"

Cyric was equally annoyed, "I thought it would be a temple of elves, and I could find something good for you, as a reward for your belief in me.

Who knows your boy is too troublesome, this place is not a temple. As for what this place will have, I don't know. "

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't hear any annoyed tone from Cyric, and said nothing to the lunatic's cheek. He walked back and forth inside the black hole with a torch, making sure he was staying in a loft. Cyric was right, he did come in from the top of the building.

The space in the attic was not small, and the hole in which Zhou Qingfeng came in was indeed piled with a lot of mud. When he jumped off, he stepped on the pile of mud. The entrance of the building was randomly blocked with a few boards, and the outside was covered with stucco as a cover.

"I'm sure someone in this prison has escaped now, and the dirt in the attic is left behind by the digging. The escaping man deliberately covered up the opening and seemed to intend to return. But obviously he Never return. "

"Actually, I'm very surprised. Why do you think this is a prison when you look at the roof?" Zhou Qingfeng found an open gray wooden door in the attic. Behind the door is also a black hole, deep and silent.

"Because I can sense that there is a statue of the elven guardian deity Krylon on the third floor. There are different forms of idols in buildings with different functions. Krylon looks angry and punishes here. So here is the prison.

"Is there any terrible monster there?"

"Not found."

"Well, believe it once. Now that I'm here, I'll explore it. I remind you again that if I kill you, I will kill you."

Zhou Qingfeng held a torch and walked into the atrium wooden door in the attic. Except for the crackling on the torch, only footsteps and heartbeats accompanied him. He quickly found the stairs, spiraled down, and the whole underground ruin was deserted and deserted, with nothing.

Well, it's not nothing.

There are numerous murals depicting deities and forests on the walls, and oil lamps are hung from the ceiling. The floor was covered with thick carpets, but they had faded and incomplete for a long time.

"This prison is not big. And I didn't see the prison." Zhou Qingfeng came down from the attic to the lobby on the first floor. He saw the statue of the wrath of the elven patron saint in the middle of the hall, wondering for a long time.

"Silver Leaf City has always been coveted by adventurous people. Many thieves want to come here to make a fortune, with very few successes. This is not a prison for elves, it should be a prison for foreigners.

With the pride of the elves, they would not allow strangers to live in their own city, so this prison was not set up in Silver Leaf City. As for prison, you have to find the basement first. "

The basement is not hard to find, just behind the cruelon's idol. The entrance was closed by a simple French array, but it became ineffective for a long time. It was the rusty iron gate at the entrance that blocked Zhou Qingfeng from the outside, and the keyholes were blocked and could not be opened at all.

There was nothing good in the whole prison building, and Uncle Zhou expected to go to the basement to take a look. But he couldn't do anything about the heavy iron door, and he kicked heavily at the iron door.

With a bang, the sound of impact was echoing throughout the dark prison. The ceiling was fluttering with dust, and the wall was falling continuously. Zhou Qingfeng did not expect that the noise was so loud that he would cover his ears quickly.

Sirek exclaimed, "Back off, something in the basement is approaching you."

After hearing the warning, Zhou Qingfeng ran away like a rabbit. But without waiting how far he ran out, a white shadow came out directly behind the thick iron gate, and Zhang Ya's dancing claws rushed over.

An angry and irritable voice rushed straight into Uncle Zhou's head, "Who is disturbing my sleep?"

Ghost!

Uncle Zhou regretted his death, and really only hated that he didn't have a few legs, and ran his steps desperately. But he can be as fast as the white ghost that can penetrate the wall. Seeing a negative energy ray will cut off his vitality

"Look down and roll," shyric shouted.

Zhou Qingfeng rolled on the spot, and the negative energy rays passed over his scalp, hitting a woodblock print hanging on the wall. It was a drawing board carved in oak, which was softened immediately after being eroded by negative energy, and fell like dust.

"Xirick, don't you say there's no danger here? Think of a way." Zhou Qingfeng rolled over and continued to escape.

Sirek also shouted, "You're not a follower of mine. I can't use your body to cast spells."

"You evil **** wants to pit me again, and I know you brought me in uneasy." Zhou Qingfeng yelled, but he could only continue to escape, "Either I will die, or I will escape the day of birth, I will not believe you anyway . "

"It's really not about hurting you this time. My divine power is too weak. I didn't find the ghost in the basement. But this ghost is not powerful. You immediately fled to the statue of Corelon, which is the only safe place in the whole prison. "

Not strong?

Not strong is relative to your deities.

I feel very strong!

Uncle Zhou was jumped by a white ghost-ridden chicken flying dog, extremely embarrassed. But he wouldn't listen to Cyric, so he jumped from the stairs on one side of the hall to the other side, and jumped back to the middle god.

Krylon's idols were full of anger, and they had become cold in the decades of closure. But such an idol has become Zhou Qingfeng's refuge. The white ghost stopped at three meters away from the idol but did not leave.

The torch had long since fallen, and there was darkness around. Only the white ghost monster in front of him was dancing his teeth.

Zhou Qingfeng's heartbeat was more than one hundred and eighty, as loud as a cymbal. He stuck under the idol and tried to calm his emotions, but found that he was trapped and miserable, and I became a prisoner in this prison.