Prince Farodis had always considered himself not a particularly pampered person among the upper elves. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But at the moment he was already beginning to regret why he had come here with Savis.

Good, almost instinctive cultivation forced him to control his desire to vomit. And the grace he has accumulated over the years has made it difficult but successful. Although his face was still ugly, it was obvious that he had betrayed him. Anyone can see through his forbearance and discomfort at a glance.

So Varosson on the side just glanced at him and turned his face away expressionlessly.

Prince Farodis suddenly understood why the captain's face was so ugly when he first came in. Changing places, he felt that the will of the chief of the guard was as solid as a rock.

The sight before him had never been seen even in Prince Farodis's most terrifying nightmare.

The smooth walls are scratched beyond recognition by deep paw prints. The pale gray granite was covered with splatters of blood. The blood that had stopped flowing down had dried up and turned a dark brown, but it still smelled of rust. But it's nothing compared to the earth.

Prince Farodis forced himself to look at the ground again, and turned his head quickly with fear and disgust.

That thing was once supposed to be a Night Elf. But now he's like a crumpled sheet of seaweed sucked dry in the sun. The internal organs that had been dragged out of the body had not been sucked dry, but they had been trampled on by something that had become sparse and shapeless, and it was clearly clear that they had been eaten in good places. But even so, the murderer was not satisfied. The victim's limbs were effortlessly torn off by the murderer's huge claws, like a child tearing open the candy man in his hand, eating and throwing away, without too much malice, but the indifference and meaninglessness actually sent chills down the spine.

Even though the deceased's face was mostly distorted, his horror and pain could still be seen. The abstract expression was so vivid and profound that Prince Farodis lingered in his mind with just one glance. And such a corpse is not just one. All the mages that once existed in this room had been transformed into such horror scrolls, spread out on the floor and scattered everywhere.

Prince Farodis didn't even dare to think about what was going on in this room. This kind of thing is probably only found in tales handed down from the distant troll wars, so old that they only scare children before going to bed.

But this is Sinsarine's Palace!! Where is the light in the light, how can the enemy infiltrate?

Prince Farodis was puzzled.

Not believing in Elune, he couldn't help but whisper to the loving goddess at this moment: "Elune is above...... What's going on here? ”

Counselor Savis clearly didn't care what was going on in the room.

Though everyone thought it might be the Counsellor's eyes, Savis knew for himself that he had a clear view of the room, no less than the rest of the world. But the lives and deaths of these people are not worth mentioning to him.

Oh no, it's worth mentioning that these pieces of waste didn't guard his important cornerstone!

Savis stood in the middle of the magic circle, staring at the empty summoning array for a long time. When everyone thought that the counselor was overly sad, he suddenly roared uncontrollably angrily.

"This waste! To be dead is to be dead! Where's my cornerstone?! ”

The out-of-control counsellor walked through the stone chamber like a mad beast, and even flew up in anger when he kicked the corpse on the ground. The poor part was kicked out of the way by him, rolling out a red trail.

The surrounding guards subconsciously lowered their chins and quickly exchanged glances with each other - the counselor was really angry.

"Counselor Sarvis." Captain Varosson, who was the only calm man, spoke: "Although I know that your Majesty personally ordered this experiment to be established, but now something like this is happening. I have to ask you, do you know what this is all about? ”

"What's going on?" Savis turned around and yelled at him unceremoniously, "It's a conspiracy!" Captain Varosson! Can't you see that the frenzied bandit deliberately picked out today's attack? I wonder how such a dangerous figure managed to get into the court? If his purpose is not here but His Majesty......"

"That's why I need you to tell me what the hell is going on!" Varosson interrupted the counsellor in a gloomy voice.

The counselor waved his hands angrily to the sky. "Who the hell is the head of security at the palace!? You actually have the face to ask me? ”

Varosson raised his chin at one of his men.

Azhara's valiant guards immediately carried a creature that Prince Savis and Pharrodis had never seen before.

The monster had open skin and many wounds. The sharp mouth was tied tightly, but a threatening whimper still leaked out of its throat. The beast's limbs were hung upside down, its claws and some of its toes had been shaved off, and the tentacles on its back had been partially shaved off by the sword, and its teeth and claws were not neatly displayed. However, its body is strangely rounded, and its lighter belly is like a balloon that has been blown up at the slightest poking.

"What is this?" The Counsellor frowned in displeasure and looked at the disgusting and terrifying creature.

"Creatures that came out of your lab." Varosson spoke in a voice that was colder than the counsellor. "The guards suffered a lot of casualties before they caught this one alive. They have a natural restraint on mages, and they have been brutally murdered by the Bright Guards for months, just like the mages in your lab. ”

Savis's eyes lit up. The expression of disgust on his face just now became excited and fanatical. "You said you ran out of my lab?"

Varosson nodded expressionlessly, apparently expecting no comfort or apology from the counselor.

Rubbing his hands together excitedly, Savis trotted over to the bound beast, muttering something in his mouth.

"For your safety, Counselor, you'd better keep your distance from it." Varosson couldn't hear the angry reminder.

However, the agitated Savis turned a deaf ear.

It's strange to say, even if it is hanged, it is still a murderous and wild monster. At this moment, under the gaze of Savis's magic eyes, it was actually quiet.

As Savis muttered the words, the menacing roar in the monster's throat turned into a flattering whisper.

Savis smiled with satisfaction. He clapped his hands. "Release it."