At this time, in the Demon Pass, a team of ironclad sergeants were patrolling the city pass with a vigilant face, and although the sound of the ironclad impact was not harsh, it still kicked up a puff of dust.

This time, the army of the Demon Pass went out of the city, and there were two throne and four generals who left the city, so even if the city still has a deep heritage, the garrison is obviously much weaker than the original.

Therefore, from the day the army left the city, the patrol in the city became more and more strict, not only in the city, but even outside the city there were a team of halberd soldiers passing through the erratic.

And since that day when the army was raised, there were no prisoners in several dungeons in the city, after all, the three soldiers marched together, and most of the soldiers in the city were transferred, and at this time there were not so many people to supervise these prisoners to dig the ground and mine, and take stones to build the city.

However, although the prisoners in this prison did not go out, the soldiers who went down to the cell every day to patrol never slowed, and it was obvious that several dungeons in this city were also the focus of their major military camps.

On this day and night, with the sound of the clash of iron armor, one after another soldiers with disgusted faces walked out of the dungeon, and when they completely walked out of the confines of the cell, they could not help but let out a long breath.

After all, it is a place to hold those death row prisoners who are in danger, and the environment of the major dungeons in the city will not be good, all of them are dark and damp places, and the prisoners in the cells have to go out of the city to work during the day on weekdays, making the dungeon empty, although it is difficult to dissipate the stench of labor when the prison door is opened, but it can also be ventilated to some extent.

And in the past few days, the prisoners in the city have not stepped out of the cell, and the prison guards naturally do not dare to open the door. Hundreds of people and thousands of people lived in that small place, and the breath in this prison was naturally very pungent.

The group of guards came out of the cell, everyone had a wisp of the aftermath of the catastrophe on their faces, and although the figure who seemed to be a general at the head was much better than the soldiers under him, his face was still a little blue.

If he fought with real people, he would never have the slightest fear, but just walking around that cell really made him feel like he was on pins and needles, scratching his heart with a hundred claws.

The smell under the cell was unimaginable, it was no longer something that could be covered up by the word "stinky", and the pungent smell even made people almost cry, and he couldn't help but wonder if the cell was full of corpses.

The general exhaled a few long breaths, as if trying to spit out all the foul air in his stomach, and looked back at the low entrance of the cell, which made his face very ugly.

If he could be given a choice, he would rather hunt monsters outside the city than find these cells in this city gate. However, the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and the dungeon patrol in the past few days was not only rotated by him, but even had to be inspected twice in a row, which made his face look good?

However, he glanced back at the loose line behind him, and his palms hidden under the armor couldn't help but clench, and at this time, on his middle finger, he was wearing a small silver ring.

This ring, which didn't seem to be luxurious, was actually a storage artifact with a lot of space, a treasure that he had accumulated for several years of savings, and in this ring, there was a small blood-colored spar that emitted a bright red halo.

The general lowered his head slightly, reached out and rubbed the ring on his middle finger, and his slightly lowered eyes couldn't help but show a touch of fire, although patrolling the cell was a little unbearable, but having this thing could make him forget the stench under the cell for a while.

"What are you still doing in a daze, there are still three dungeons that have not been inspected today, so don't keep up quickly!"

After a moment of deep silence, the general slowly withdrew his palm, raised his hand to make a move behind him, and a loud shout came out of his mouth, ignoring the screams of the soldiers behind him, and strode forward.

He didn't want to spend most of the night on today's patrol, the remaining three dungeons were just a matter of taking a look, and when he returned to the camp today, he would have to savor the spoils he had just gotten from the cell boss.

The figure of the group of armor soldiers gradually disappeared, and this cell returned to loneliness again, after all, it was the location of the cell, and few people came here on weekdays, let alone at this time.

And when there was no one around, the door of the cell, which seemed to be closed, trembled slightly, and the heavy iron door gently opened a gap, and one eye peeked through the gap for a moment, and soon the door closed again.

Behind the closed door of the cell, a thin black man with one arm slowly lowered his right arm, which was not too thick, and a cold light flashed in his cloudy old eyes, and with a strange laugh, he turned and walked down the stairs back to the dungeon.

If the general who had just left here noticed this, he would have been shocked.

The door of this dungeon was made of a thousand forged cold iron, and it was not only indestructible, but also weighed more than a thousand pounds, and even if he could push it open with his own hands, it would never be possible to easily open a gap and close it without making a sound.

Besides, the old man only had one arm, and it was obvious that he didn't spend much effort looking at his lightweight appearance. Obviously, this unattractive old man is also a martial arts master, at least above the horizontal refining body, he definitely has the level of a great martial artist.

You must know that such a great martial artist with such a heavy weight, when many soldiers walked into the dungeon to inspect, he piled up a flattering smile behind the cell leader, carefully currying favor with them.

If the general knew that this old man had such a level of cultivation, I don't know how he would feel.

However, he was able to make such a groveling act, and as a high-level martial arts cultivator, he was willing to accept such an insult, there was no doubt that his intentions were not small.

The black, thin, one-armed old man walked back to the dark, damp cell, and saw the low wooden table facing the door of the cell, and the candlelight that danced like a ghostly fire on the wooden table.

Two wizened old men sat in opposite directions of the low table, and the remaining worn-out wooden stool was evidently reserved for him, and the dancing candles reflected on the faces of the three men, making their skeletal faces more and more permeating.

"Those crumbs are gone!"

The one-armed old man came over and sat down, reached out and took two sips of the broken flask from the table, and snorted and chuckled.

Although the wine in this pot is not of the highest quality, it is also treasured by their cell bosses, and they are reluctant to take it out on weekdays, and this time they will wait until those soldiers have left, and then take it out to treat them.

If the generals had seen this flask when they walked in, it would have been impossible to omit it, and for the soldiers of the barracks, wine was more attractive than gold and silver.

"A bunch of waste, they don't know that they are dying, I really want to see how wonderful their expressions will be when the time comes!"

The one-armed old man drank the last sip of the wine in the flask, and wiped his mouth with a cold glint in his eyes.

He's had had enough of those eyes above the top, and God knows how strong his willpower just now was to resist the urge to shoot those dogs to death.

But it shouldn't be long before I think about this kind of patience.