Whew......

Whew......

There was silence in the dark prison, and a slow, crisp footstep caught everyone's attention. In the past few days, Drumm seems to have stopped scolding and hitting the wall. It is not known what made the grumpy crusader sergeant stop his restlessness. But people speculate that that is certainly not a good sign. If the people of the Hand of Tyr have a way to deal with prisoners like Drum, then the others will not be a problem.

Whew......

The footsteps got closer, and several rats ran across the ground in panic and hid in their burrows.

Ares and several of the veterans looked up and saw a pale, withered face.

"Paladin Ares, veteran Falck, Pinos, Hybble, I'm your apothecary Ron. It's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Just as Ares and a few veterans were in a daze, the face actually spoke. His voice was low and hoarse. Like a wail from hell.

If the quarantine is to see if the refugees are undead, then, in Ares' opinion, the pharmacist in front of him is more like a real undead. His face and hands were bloodless, and he was frighteningly pale. Like a ghost.

"Ares, I'm out there and heard about you. Honestly, I really appreciate your abilities, your father was a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and you yourself inherited his brave and witty qualities, and you were able to single-handedly rescue your soldiers from Stratholme. This in itself is a miracle. ”

The apothecary said, taking out a few handfuls of potions containing the Dirty Black Potion from his medicine box. Holding the syringe in one hand. A wicked expression was revealed.

"What do you want to do?"

The veteran Falk couldn't help it, he looked at the unknown liquid, and his heart panicked. Although Ares also felt a chill on his back and goosebumps, he still had to hold back and not let others see his panic. After all, he is still the captain of these veterans.

"Oh, nothing, protection for you. These potions will protect you from the plague virus and make your life in the Hand of Tyr Sanctuary more at ease. ”

Ron the pharmacist said, injecting each needle with the strange potion. Ares suddenly thought about why Uncle Durham next door had suddenly quieted down these days......

But right now, it seems inevitable that people are injecting me for fish and meat.

Groove ...... I knew I wouldn't come back. This damn place, as Drumm said, is a devil's cave!

As soon as the pharmacist finished speaking, several prison soldiers rushed in, violently dragging Ares and several Scarlet Crusader veterans. Ares and his party were forcibly pressed to the seat and tied with ropes.

Immediately, the apothecary walked towards Falck and Ares with a wicked smile on his face.

"Damn it! What is it! Let me go! ”

Falk yelled. His face was filled with anger and irritability, and his whole chair trembled.

"Hold him down."

The pharmacist's cold command arrived.

Immediately, several prison soldiers walked up to Falck like machines and pinned him to a wooden chair.

As with the injection seen by Ares before the crossing, the soldier tied a straw rope to Falck's arm, causing Falck's veins to swell and become green.

In the firelight, Ron the Apothecary walked up to him and bowed down. It was a small voice, but Ares could hear it clearly—

"Don't be afraid, little darling, it will make you stronger."

The pharmacist then took the needle and inserted it into Falck's bulging vein. A black liquid gradually poured into Falck's body. The next moment, a frightening image appeared, and the blood-colored veteran Falke's face turned green, and then his body gradually stopped struggling, and he fell asleep.

"Damn bastards! What did you inject him. ”

Haybur shouted. The sight was both terrifying and infuriating.

"Something that can help you regain your strength, and at the same time, if there is no reaction after the injection, it proves that you are alive."

The pharmacist whispered. He smiled and walked over to Ares.

"Now it's your turn, Captain."

Ron leaned down and picked up the second syringe on the table.

Aggrieved......

Ares felt resentment in his heart, but for now, he was powerless to resist. He is like a guinea pig, and the pharmacist is like a mad doctor who operates on a mouse.

A piercing pain came from his arm, and Ares could even feel the flow of the evil liquid being injected into his body, like a flood, squeezing the normal blood in his veins, and gradually, an evil crypt appeared in front of him, which was inhabited by undead, skeletons, rotting corpses, and demon spiders. The spiders crawled over some of the carrion, pecking at their carrion. The air smelled of decay and blood, and the temperature in the crypt was so high that Ares could even feel the heat from the rock walls and pillars. It's so real, it's as if you're in it.

But this is an illusion...... Ares knows...... The pharmacist injects a drug that causes hallucinations. Ares tried to break free of the illusion, but the black potion was too potent for people to break free until they gradually closed their eyes......

I don't know how long I slept like this, but when I opened my eyes again, Ares found that he had left the dark, damp dungeon. Around, is a refreshing wood color, this is a room. The mattress is clean, and the air still smells of wooden furniture. This all-natural furniture, unpainted, makes Ares feel refreshed.

It seems that the quarantine observation is over......

When you open the window, you can see the street with people coming and going, bustling with people. The human town of Azeroth. For the first time since the crossing, Ares had seen it. It is full of life and harmony, even if it is ruled by an evil organization.

At this moment, the door was pushed open.

"Ares, thank the Light, you're awake."

The person in front of him was none other than Sergeant Drum.

"Just woke up. I ......"

"Ares, we have been drugged, and I vouch for my father's reputation, the pharmacist is definitely a demon or an undead. He used an evil potion to control the crusaders of the Hand of Tyr. ”

Ares was about to say something, but Drumm took the lead and started talking.

"I think so too, but do you have proof?"

Ares said, poking his head out the door, then closed the door.

"There is no evidence, but I am a witness, and when he injected me with the drug, I once knocked over his cloak and he had a piece of carrion on his forehead. That's a sign of the undead! ”

Drumm said anxiously......