Coming out of the cell again, Lillard glanced back at the place. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Two dead gas lamps made of oil swayed in the wind.

The ever-lengthening and shortening shadows make this dim realm even more eerie.

With the malicious glances of the two guards on duty, Lillard turned and walked to the other block.

Egris, a city-state of seven or eight crypt systems, has a population of 40,000 or 50,000 fallen elves, more than 100,000 cavemen as slaves, and more than 10,000 other species. Depending on the use, the crypt is also divided into different areas. For example, the area where household waste is piled up, the area where slaves live, the area where ore is smelted and mined, the area where the academy is located, the area where the temple is located, and other large professional work areas.

The prison was housed in a small crypt, and the dark, damp, the sound of whipping, the cries of masculinist abuse filled Lillard's eardrums. Nearly a week had passed since he had designed him and Malf to be discovered by the patrols and released from custody.

The two of them were accused of mission mistakes at this time.

It is impossible to compare with the political prisoners of Egris, who are bent on overthrowing women's rule.

But listening to those wailing sounds every day can be very uncomfortable.

Lillard is a timid and nervous man, and he usually tries to get out of here. However, at this point he needs to play Thorin. A proud Shadow Raider, an outstanding graduate of the Egries Military Academy, a seventh-level martial artist, and a well-known inventor.

Leillard had to devote himself to simulating the attitude and expression that Thorin should have.

Look around contemptuously, and then meditate without anyone disturbing you.

These days, people have come to interrogate him one after another, and there will be some very picky and demanding people, who will confront him with the transcripts of the interrogations of the past few days and the transcripts of Malf, and repeatedly confirm that there are not too many omissions, and they have also sent people to check them, and finally made the decision to release him.

Knowing the news, Lillard couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He could be sure that the goblins had temporarily blocked the city's tentacles from continuing to reach the Grey Keep area. If anyone wanted to know what existed over there anyway, traces of human activity beneath the ruins of the Grey Keep had already been discovered, and then the corpse of the goblin would be found from the place where the tunnel had collapsed, which would lead to other doubts and searches.

Then he couldn't sit here so easily, using the soul magic pattern engraved in his mental space to listen to the reports of his subordinates.

Instead, they were beaten in the same way as the male slaves who were hung in the air with their hands tied and constantly whipped by women.

The Fallen Elves seem to be very keen on the art of punishment.

In this small cell, he saw many women dressed in glittering clothes that smelled of pungent leather, restrained clothing that showed most of the skin on their bodies, and strange hoods or masks, who often entered the cells in groups of five or six or seven or eight, and then named their chosen masculinists, and under the light of the candles, constantly wielding their leather whips, and venting their desires under the constant whipping.

Even though Lillard knew he was safe, when the male slaves were brought back by the other female guards, they would always see a jumble of whip marks on their bodies, and if they were skilled, they would see various patterns on their lower abdomen intertwined by the tips of the whips.

What Lillard saw the most was a black tulip.

If the skills are not perfect..... Leillard and have seen enough examples to comment too much, and then there will be female axemen coming in, and then there will be a pig-killing wail, and then the personnel will be taken away.

So Lelard was already in a cold sweat and decided to flee at any time. The women, in particular, seem to have paid attention to him.

If you don't flash people, you may be raised to spur at any time.

Looking at his little brother, Lillard really couldn't accept this kind of questioning and beating.

If possible, he wouldn't mind bringing in more goblins and dungeons for a violent collision.

Thankfully, they couldn't have done it.

Back at where Sorin lived, there was no one walking on the streets.

Patrols that manage law and order to prevent vandalism occasionally appear on the streets, and the thick fog that rises at night always makes people think if there are Dementors.

After watching it a few times.

There was no fuss about Leillard, he went straight to Thorin's house in the civilian neighborhood of Ornome, since he was admitted to the military academy, he and his sister moved out of the slums, came to the door of this simple three-story building, and suddenly the memories from the depths of Thorin began to flow in his heart, and the proud traveler still had some concerns in his heart.

It's a pity that this inspirational teenager just disappeared.

If Lillard had known that Cindia's indiscriminate seducent had indirectly killed Borek and her fiancé Roddy, she would probably feel like a time-traveler killer.

Thorin's mother was a public prostitute in the ghetto, where only women who were labeled rebels by the temple would have their faces disfigured, removed from all abilities, stripped of any class privileges, and become child-bearing machines.

So Thorin didn't know who he and his sister's father were.

His mother also died of depression due to perennial illness, and his sister had long silver hair and amber eyes, and her skin as white as snow made everyone who saw her possessive, and other women would also show great jealousy, and would make excuses to find fault with her from time to time.

Thorin inherited his mother's appearance, with millet hair and black eyes that seemed to shine with countless stars.

Women will be fascinated by him when they see it.

The constitution of the upper elves is so obvious that those in the slums want to reach out to them and take their most precious things.

In the end, it was all up to Thorin, the traverser, to solve them one by one.

Thorin's deepest wish is to marry his sister home as a wife.

It seems that this wish will never come true.

With a gentle knock on the door, Thorin's memories of melting into Lillard's soul began to flutter slightly.

Leillard suppressed the throbbing in his heart, he waited at the door nervously, he didn't know if he could hide it from this person who knew him well, would he use medicine again?

Lillard was a little hesitant, would this kind of play with people's family and eat dry and wipe clean would be too domineering. (To be continued.) )