The pursuit of the Inquisition is a concern for all mages, and every mage knows that the longer it drags on, the slimmer the hope of getting out of here. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Under this premise, Monia's proposal quickly gained the support of the majority of the people, and each group quickly elected representatives to conduct a round battle.

The results of the round were not optimistic for Monia's group, who were represented by "The Crow", perhaps because of the name, and "The Crow" had bad luck in guessing the boxing, basically losing from start to finish, and only the last one won and finished third out of a total of four groups.

"I'm sorry."

"Crow" looked at "Frost", whose face was a little green, and said apologetically.

"Frost" seemed to be familiar with him, and he didn't give him a good face at all, and said directly: "I said earlier that let's go, isn't your bad luck going to kill people?" It's good that there's the 'big guy' at the bottom, otherwise I wouldn't have spared you. ”

"Yes, yes." The "crow" nodded repeatedly.

No one dragged on at this critical juncture, and after about a Musha, it was the turn of the young mage's group, Monia entered after "Frost" and "Storm", she looked at the hole that was indistinguishable from the dog's hole, gritted her teeth, and still got in.

Anyway, it was Errickent's body that was used, and it wasn't her who was ashamed.

Monia comforted herself and crawled through the cave with difficulty. The passage through which an unknown spell had been pierced by an unknown mage was narrow and littered with pieces of flesh and blood, making it unbearable to crawl here. Fortunately, the Iron Mountain is not too big, and as long as you endure it for a while, you can see the light of day again.

"Whew, it's terrible."

When Monia breathed in the fresh air, she happened to hear the slightly more delicate "Frost" in front of her sigh.

After waiting a little sandy time here, the "crow" at the bottom crawled out of the cave, and as soon as he left the memorable cave, he immediately said: "Hurry up! ”

Time is precious, that's a fact that all mages know. Compared to the Inquisition that was suppressed above the Black Prison, the prisoners' power was really too weak. The Mage Guild is already one of the most powerful factions among the Black Prison Prisoners, and there are only four mid-level mages and more than two dozen low-level mages. In the Inquisition, there are seven adjudicating knights of the upper professional alone, and any two of them can crush the Mage Guild.

For something as big as the Black Prison Riot, it is likely that they will all be alarmed, and if they run slowly, they will probably be shot by the Ruling Knights who have rushed to the scene. Even if they are lucky, they will be tortured and tortured, and then sent to a black prison again and imprisoned for life.

That place...... Definitely didn't want to go back again.

Monia manipulated the body of the young mage to keep up with the "crow" running ahead, Erikent's physical fitness was very bad, but no mage in the black prison could have a strong physique, and the physical fitness of the female mage "Frost" was not very good, but it could barely keep up.

The environment of the Black Prison is complicated, but fortunately, the powerful "Moya" has prepared a map before the operation begins. The mages were willing to draw firepower for her in large part out of gratitude, but because giving them a complete map was limited to the eastern region.

"Are you out of the Black Prison?"

"Frost" asked, except for the young mage, she was the most unbearable in the run. Monia suspects that the reason why "Crow" and "Storm" are willing to rest here is largely for the sake of the female mage. As a scarce resource, female mages are generally treated better in black prisons.

As for the hairy ones, don't worry, don't forget that the women are also followed by the suffix of mage.

Here, no one wants to offend the mages, because the only ones who can freely transmit messages in the black prison are the dozens of mages.

"Yes." The Raven replied, "We are now almost out of the Black Prison and in the underworld. However, it is not to be taken lightly, as the Judge Knight may chase after him at any time. Moreover, the underground world is an unknown world for us, and we can only learn from the classics and codex of our predecessors that there are many monsters here, and there are even many that can threaten the existence of professionals. ”

"Are there intelligent beings?" Monia manipulated the young mage to speak.

"This ...... Probably not. She was answered by Storm, explaining, "If cavemen and kobolds are also intelligent creatures, then I have nothing to say. ”

Hearing "Storm's" reply, Monia couldn't help frowning: "Then how do we leave the underworld?" ”

"It's a pity that we can only hope for the blessing of the primeval gods." "However, it is much better for us to be free here than to be imprisoned forever in the Black Prison, and I have also heard that there are many caves in the overworld that are connected to the overworld, as long as we can find a ......"

Monia could only sigh at what he said, hoping that by scurrying around in the vast underground world, she could find a way to connect with the overworld, and that it was better to hope that she would accumulate enough strength and rush back the way she came—at least that would see the possibility of success.

With that in mind, Monia set aside a bit of energy to check the mission. Sure enough, "Escape from the Black Prison" is still a line of gray unfinished, and it is estimated that this task will not be completed until after leaving the underground world, but how can I leave this dim underground world?

Without a map, it would be a blessing for four low-level mages to survive in the underworld, let alone find a passage to the underworld, which is completely fantastical.

Monia pondered over whether there was any missing information.

It seems that the Mage Guild only gets such a small piece of the map, but that doesn't mean that the Black Prison King "Moya" who gave the map to them only has the map of the Black Prison, and nine times out of ten she has a map of the nearby underworld. It's just that the underground world is so big, how can she find this king of the black prison, even after finding it, she doesn't think that with the four of her side, she can threaten this woman who rules the black prison.

Merely...... Erikent seems to know the woman, and may be able to get help from her. Monia remembered the call between the young mage and Moya, as the king of the black prison, Moya should not communicate with every mage.

There were only a small number of people in her sight, and the young mage should be one of them.

Monia doesn't doubt this, after all, Errichent's self-taught talent is there.

"Let's go."

After resting for three musa, a group of people hit the road again.

———————————— forced to helpless dividing the line————————————

At the same time.

The earthly world, brightly lit, the golden temple of the most holy gods.

At the top of the temple, the most honorable position was the idol of the deity, and below the idol, a black-clad and hooded ascetic sat upright, and further down the ascetic, down the stairs, were five knights in silver robes, half-kneeling on the ground, as if waiting for the ascetic under the idol.

"Where are the Sacred Gold and the Calamity Red?"

The ascetic on the stage asked, his cold eyes devoid of any human emotion, like a god who had fallen into the mortal world.

"Archsior, we've found a high-ranking mage in Lorendam." One of the knights, half-kneeling at the bottom of the stairs, replied, "Both Gold and Red are chasing this mage, and there are only five of us in charge of the Inquisition. ”

"You should have guessed what I summoned you for," the ascetic said in a calm tone, "There is turmoil in the Black Prison, dozens of evil wizards and a few elves have escaped from the prison, find them as soon as possible, and then kill them, don't let one go." ”

"Presiding Judge, is it all?"

A knight asked, usually for mages, the church will directly punish them after they are caught, but some mages are very sensitive and not suitable for the church, and the way to deal with them is to imprison them in a black prison that will never see the light of day, waiting for them to die a natural death. If they were all killed now, it would cause a great upheaval.

"Of course," the ascetic under the statue looked at him, and the questioning knight saw the cold and cruel eyes of the gods in a trance, "that they were imprisoned in the black prison as a gift from the gods, and since they themselves do not cherish this gift, then we will take it back." ”

The knight wanted to say something, but when he remembered the ascetic's eyes like gods, he shuddered inexplicably, and bowed his head without uttering any more objections. Of course, he knew that the old man on the stage was the presiding judge of the Inquisition, but although the presiding judge was nominally the highest level of the Inquisition, in order to balance the power of the Inquisition, it was all served by fanatical ascetics - ascetics did not have any supernatural powers, they had nothing but faith, but when he looked at the presiding judge who was already familiar with him, he seemed to see a god in a trance?

He couldn't figure it out, a projection that only existed in the spirit world could never be figured out.

"Alright, you guys stand down."

The ascetic beneath the idol said, as if he were one with the deity behind him.

The five adjudicators didn't speak, straightened up, and left. In fact, they all felt the abnormality of the ascetic, but none of them had the courage to face the abnormality, and when they saw the empty eyes of the ascetic, the whole person fell into great fear, the so-called courage, the so-called faith were all gone, and only the purest fear remained.

It was no longer as if they were the kind and simple old man, but a great deity who ruled their fate.

Shaking their heads in unison, the ridiculous ideas behind them, the five Knights of the Judge faded from the ascetic's view. At this time, the ascetic under the idol let out a long sigh: "Has the strength been weakened to such an extent, if a little more can control their bodies, it can put the trialist to death one hundred percent...... It's a pity that such a good opportunity ......";