The raging flames burned for a long time before they stopped—fortunately, the load-bearing walls of the stone castle were not something like wood. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After determining his original position, Alan had no hope of this expedition - someone else was treated as an inheritor, and he was treated as an intruder.

This fundamental difference determined that he could not gain much this time, but Alan still had no intention of giving up the search.

Although he has several times more risks than others, at least there is one thing he is ahead of - that is, in progress.

No one will build a dungeon at the gates, which is simply encouraging the other party to play a game of prison break - only layers of defense can minimize the damage caused by the event of an escape.

That is to say, although Alan is facing many difficulties, he started to play from the middle of the map, although there is no welfare of the novice village, and the monster level has also increased a lot, but the distance is short.

After using his magic to extinguish the last embers, Eren got up and left the black room that had been smeared with flames, and went to another room in the dungeon immediately afterward.

The first thing that came into view was a huge cauldron that no longer had flames burning - the potions in the cauldron had not dried up now, and the dark brown viscous potion had occasionally burst open with a bubble and then a disgusting breath.

Although he knew that the potions in the pot were definitely not mortal, Alan had no intention of putting them away at all - there was a pile of decaying potions around the pot, but the most striking thing was a half-human skeleton - he didn't want to think about the rest of the half-body at all.

Holding back the disgusting energy, Alan waved his hand and disappeared the magic used to clean the cauldron in potions classes - although he didn't want to use it himself, he couldn't guarantee the discipline of other people, so he had to destroy these things first in order to prevent such disgusting things from happening.

After processing these things again, Alan searched for the herbs in the wooden cabinets on the lower wall with hope - but nothing was found, and it was too long for the herbs to survive the torment of time.

The only useful thing was half a potions book full of gibberish—judging by the quill on the table and the same special ink that dried up, it should have been the master's unfinished work.

With a hint of disgust, Alan put away the book, he wouldn't use those evil potions, he just wanted to find something out of them that didn't have the raw material to be so human.

After making sure that nothing had been missed, Alan walked up the long passage, which was very narrow, presumably in the attitude of preventing a mass escape of the prisoners.

At this moment, the lighting tools on the road have long lost their original effect - the light from the magic lights has been faint and almost invisible after years of not being recharged, and the interior of the passage has become filthy from years of disrepair, and broken cobwebs are everywhere.

However, Eren was not affected much - firstly, his vision itself was enhanced, and secondly, there were other light sources on the road at the moment - it was the gray-green moss that grew from the dampness of the castle, although their faint fluorescence in the magical environment made the already dilapidated castle much more gloomy, but with the weak light source of the magic lamp, it was enough for Alan to see the way underfoot.

As the slope went up, there was less moss on the walls, but the light was enough to give Eren a clear eye, and there was a slight wind blowing - it was clear that Eren was about to reach the surface.

Honestly, the rotten, musty, foul, and burning smell of the corpses in the air that had been deposited underground for so long had disgusted Eren - even though he had used the Bubble Head Charm, the smell still kept coming over him as if it couldn't be stopped, making him gause.

Finally, a clear light appeared in front of him, but instead of jumping on it excitedly, Alan carefully added a purple shield to himself, and his steps became cautious.

The chance of no traps at the exit is almost zero - especially if this is a cell.

Other locations may not be so easy to be remembered by the owner, resulting in an oolong, but the original owner of the exit position must remember it.

Moreover, the quest for freedom by the escaped creatures will obscure the last trace of calm in their minds when freedom is at hand, and then, when they are full of hope, they will suddenly fall from heaven to hell - and then the escape will be enjoyed by the original owner for a long time.

Sure enough, just as Eren was about to arrive, a pile of long ropes that surged like snakes suddenly appeared, firmly tied to his prey.

Unfortunately, when these ropes first touched the purple shield on Allen's body, it was like a person who had applied the best olive oil and caught a loach - the rope instantly slipped off the shield, and then continued to wrap around unwillingly, but unfortunately, it was a good guy card waiting for it.

With every step of Alan's step, there are countless ropes entangled, but none of the ropes have been successful, those crazy dancing ropes countless attacks have gently slipped from the shield, looking from afar, Alan who is passing through the ropes seems to be the king of ropes - in front of him, countless ropes offer their own dance, but they dare not get close to their own king even a step.

Allen, who was dancing in the ropes, was also relieved after passing through - he himself did not expect that the trap of this rope was so far, could it be that the witch still had a hobby of tying herself up to play - otherwise why did she make so many ropes?

However, after dodging this malicious trap, I can be considered to have cleared the dungeon for the first time, although there are no drops and no experience bonuses.

Relieving his mood a little, Alan took a few steps towards the bright land—although the sunlight could not help him, but at this moment, he had just come out of the dungeon, and he desperately needed this ray of sunlight to dispel the darkness in the dungeon just now—in every sense.

It was only when he came out that he discovered the source of the light - the sunlight that was falling from a large openwork glass skylight - and the entrance to the dungeon was facing the huge window.

"Well-I don't know if that's an early entry into a strategic location, even if it's a little more special. Alan leaned against the wall and stretched out in the sunlight - before adventuring, and let him laze and enjoy the sun for five minutes.