"Undead...... Yes, I guessed that it was so. But your testimony is useless, do not forget that in the opinion of Dassohan, we are dead. How convincing can the words of a dead man be? We need evidence. ”

Ares whispered.

It's like a conspiracy, and it's a good thing there are no listeners in this world, maybe goblins and gnomes will have this kind of invention, but at least not yet.

"Evidence ......"

Drumm was lost in thought, and it was clear that the evidence was too hard for Drum and Ares to come by. Ron was the great apothecary of the Hand of Tyr, and his potions helped the Crusaders win many victories, some of which could hallucinate and others that made people more ferocious and powerful. Similar to doping. Although there are very serious side effects. But the commander of the Hand of Tyr was happy to let his soldiers use the potion. Therefore, if you want to bring down the great pharmacist Ron, the task is very difficult.

"I've heard that Ron often does experiments in his lab, and maybe the evidence is in his lab."

Drum suddenly remembered something like an electric shock.

Into the Tiger's Den...... All right...... Brother's adventure in Azeroth has begun again......

"Do you know where the lab is?"

Stirring up his spirits, Ares asked, staring at Drum.

"In a small cabin next to the cell."

"The pharmacist's laboratory is a cabin?"

"Listen to me. The hut was just camouflage and disguise, and his real laboratory was underneath the hut, and it was said that underneath was a massive crypt with seven floors dug. ”

Drum continued.

"How do you know everything?"

Ares looked at his brother with some surprise.

"Who am you, brother? Before the attack on Stratholme, many of them were my men, and they were close and familiar to me, and now, although I have been stripped of my military rank, my former comrades-in-arms are still willing to inquire for me. Tyr's hand is not big, brother, many things can be found out with a little inquiry. ”

Drumm said, a confident expression.

"Sounds a bit reliable. When do you plan to get started? ”

Ares asked. Although from the bottom of his heart, Ares felt that Drumm was not necessarily reliable, and the mid-level commander of the Scarlet Crusader was physically strong enough, but not careful enough. There are many details that he may not be able to inquire clearly. Also, whether the former comrades-in-arms are still comrades-in-arms still has to be put a big question mark.

But no matter what, Ares knew that he still had to be bold, or the mad pharmacist couldn't figure out when to give himself another injection, and the more potions he injected, the more damage he would do to his body, which was almost a chronic poison, a spiritual poison.

"Tomorrow morning."

…… I'll go.

"So soon, are you ready? How many people to bring? Is the weapon ready? ”

Ares asked.

The human uncle is hairy and uneasy.

"What preparation is required? Isn't the manpower readily available? You and I, at most, have a priest, raiding the laboratory, this kind of thing, a lot of people is not necessarily good, and it is easy to be discovered. Weapons, easy to solve, I borrowed some money from my soldiers, to buy two swords, or axes, two shields, enough. ”

…… White Quality ......

A big embarrassment appeared on Ares' face.

"Brother, with all due respect, I don't think that's enough. At the very least, we need to find out what the pharmacist is doing, whether the laboratory hidden deep underground is guarded by guards or mysterious creatures. It's better to get another map inside. In this way, we can have a detailed plan and plan, and only with the plan and plan can we put it into practice. ”

Wood has a golden finger, wood has a system, it's just so painful. Ares sighed from his heart.

"You seem to have a point. But no one had actually visited that catacomb, they had only heard about it. No one has a map there. I don't know if there are guards or evil creatures in it, as you say. So ......"

"So what?"

Ares looked at Dram with some unpleasantness.

"So what you're saying, while it makes a lot of sense, is actually a bunch of nonsense."

After Drumm finished speaking, he shrugged his shoulders. said, you think so much, it's better for me, a man of action, to rush down first.

…………

Two short swords, a heavy axe, a log shield, a kite, and two daggers, that's all Ares and Drum's possessions. Two of them, go on an adventure in that unfathomable secret crypt. Well, come on.

Ares took a deep breath and removed the plank that covered the floor, revealing a bottomless dark tunnel in front of Ares and Drum.

"I'll go down first, you follow."

Drumm said, burrowing himself down.

The underground is eerie and dark, and you can't see your fingers. After walking a short distance in the dark, Drumm took out the flint in his arms and lit the torch. Then, in front of Ares and Drum, there is a secluded castle, which should be said to be almost a small dungeon.

It's about the same as a prison. There were several pieces of animal bones scattered on the ground, as well as blood stains that could not be wiped off.

"This mad lich has been experimenting here, and the smell of rancid blood is everywhere."

Sniffing the air in the crypt, Drum said dismissively.

The staircase spirals down, and the further down the floor, the more the air becomes less circulated, almost suffocating. By the light of the fire, Ares noticed that each layer of the crypt was holding a different kind of creature. They're locked up here like experiments, in the dark.

There were several dead trolls in one of the rooms, and Ares had imagined what kind of scene he would encounter them, but he never imagined that the first time he saw a troll was here, and what he saw was a bunch of dead trolls. Their hands and feet were cuffed, the scars on their bodies were faintly visible, and it was unknown what Ron the Apothecary had done to them, but no matter what they did, it was also extremely painful for these trolls.

In a few sealed cages, there were bursts of uneasy roars. As for what it was, Dram and Ares didn't know.

"Two corridors. Well, tell me your gut feeling, which one should we take? ”

The staircase that circles around it stops at the ground floor, and in a large stone hall two branches off, neither of which is light. The place where the pharmacist experimented and adjusted the potion was probably in a room at the end of the two corridors.

But the first time I came here, no one knew what was going on inside.