When: Evening of 8/14/23/Blackgate/Location: Inside Stormwind Prison

No one cares about the lives of prisoners or their human rights, no matter what crime they have committed, whether they have been wronged or not. When a person is put in prison www.biquge.info what awaits them may be a bigger crime, but the perpetrator of this uglier crime becomes the enforcer, and the victim becomes the prisoner himself.

Abby, Blair, and Selvart, and I hurriedly said goodbye to the strange pink-clad assassin, and in a hurry, we even forgot to ask his name. They continued to search the prison and interrogation areas where the prisoners gathered, the prison was quite large, but the road was not difficult to walk.

Strangely, there was no one in the corridor we passed, only the easternmost room of the corridor that had not yet been searched, and the smirks and moans came from this room.

This big house is locked, and the lock is inside.

Abby: "Don't you idiots usually carry cell keys?"

Selvot: "I... I... I am the city ... City defense. Just in charge of the custody... How could it be that the prisoners were escorted and escorted... Yes... Got a key?"

Abby: "What then? We can't expect the guys inside to open the door for us! ”

"Huh?!Did you notice that the sound seemed a little strange?"

Blair: "I noticed it too. ”

Abby: "What, what? Say it, don't sell it!"

The sound seemed to be played, and these smirks seemed to have been heard several times just now. ”

Abby: "Is there any difference in laughter?"

"Of course, it is impossible for the same person to make exactly the same sound, and in such a short period of time. ”

Abby: "I can't figure it out, how can anyone be so perverted as to record the abuser's sinister laughter and the tortured person's howls and moans?"

"I don't understand this either, but if the sound is played repeatedly, then the prisoners and guards of this prison should not be here. ”

Blair: "What do you mean?"

"If there were living people in this room, no one would be bored enough to make the illusion that there were survivors. ”

Abby: "Survivor?"

"I don't believe you feel it, is there magic in this room?"

Abby held out two fingers against her temples and began to perceive meditation. After a while, Abby dropped her hand and said as calmly as she could, "Yes!"

"What?"

Abby: "There's only one, and the amount of mana is equivalent to that of a beginner mage." ”

This came as a great surprise to me, and according to my reasoning, the jailers and prisoners should have fought until they were wiped out, and even if there were survivors, they would starve to death because of lack of food.

"That's weird! No matter, let's bang on the door!"

The rotten wooden door was knocked down by us in a few clicks, and this kind of work should have been quicker if it had been done by Daring.

The room had obviously been cleaned by someone, there was no furniture in it, just large barrels, and we found a recording conch surrounded by barrels, which was first discovered in the Sea of Mists hundreds of years ago by the Night Elf druid adventurers, and was a product of nature, each recording conch could continue to produce a recorded sound, and the effect could last for years.

There are no labels on the barrels, but there is a charm attached to each one.

Abby tried to remove one, but it was like there was electricity, and as soon as she touched it, she immediately withdrew her hand.

Abby: "Oh! Is this spirit magic?"

"That's right, it was the priest who put it on the coffin that needed to be buried after performing the ritual on the dead. ”

Abby: "Bad luck! What are you doing on the barrel?"

"You'll find out in a moment. I said gloomily, and then spat at a spell beside me, and the charm slipped off the lid of the bucket, knocking over the vat at random, and the lid opened. The rotten corpse was thrown out of it with a white mist.

Blair let out a short, muffled grunt and covered his mouth with his hands so as not to scream too loudly. Abby's face showed a look of disgust and a hint of fear, but it was replaced by her habitual expression of disgust. Abby has been the eldest lady in the Karazan Tower since she was a child, but she does not have the squeamishness and arrogance of a rich family. She never wanted to show her weaknesses, and the words of fear and fear were never on her side.

"Eh, what about the low-level mage you just mentioned?"

Abby: "It's gone, maybe there's something wrong with my perception." ”

The stunned guard Selvot stared at the dead body that had fallen to the ground, his brow locking all his doubts.

"What's going on? Mr. Guard. ”

Selvart: "It's a naked massacre, and it's right under the King's nose. He didn't stutter anymore when he was nervous...

We opened all the barrels, which were mostly human corpses, as well as a few gnolls and ogres, and the rest were the corpses of the jailers.

The corpses formed a mountain of corpses on the stone floor of the house, and I covered my nose to ward off the smell of corpses while examining the cause of death of most of the dead. Some of them were covered in bruises, but all of them had a lethal wound in common - a clean puncture of the skull. The murder weapon is a long sword, which is the standard equipment of the Stormwind guards.

"Let's go ask about the pink clothes. ”

Blair: "Wait, that Mr. Secrecy... Is it human?"

Her voice was thin and soft, but it scared Abby and I into a cold sweat. yes, everyone here is dead, why can that guy live in such a horrible place. Thinking about the man reflexively sticking to the ceiling, it's simply not something that humans can do.

Just as we were in our confusion, suddenly, just behind the mountain of corpses, there was a crisp sneeze.

"Ahhh!!h

"I wish you good health, friend... Who?!"

In the shadows behind the mountain of corpses, a pink figure gradually emerged.

Abby: "I'm going to go!"

Secrecy quickly walked up to us: "What the hell are you! I was just invisible." ”。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 (Rabbit pen Kang slugging cow)