The Castle of Terror, a symbol of the Turk family, burned down when Gelfentry was young, and later Gelfentry paid for a new one.

The new Horror Fort is built on top of a hill with a cliff in its back, and there is only one road in front of it to reach it.

If the burned Fortress of Terror is tall, majestic, beautiful and luxurious, like a paradise, then the new Castle of Terror lives up to its name.

There are no gilded walls, no soft carpets, no ornate frescoes, no comfortable beds, no warm fireplaces, no wide halls.

There are only narrow aisles, thorny walls, narrow windows welded with iron bars, dark and damp rooms, blood-stained torture instruments, gargoyles filled with countless unjust spirits, heavy coffins, and the air that is always filled with the smell of blood and rancidity.

This is now the Castle of Terror, a castle that looks like hell.

Living in this castle, but all normal people have to live a short life and go insane.

From time to time, the screams, strange murmurs, and vicious curses spread terror even more.

Avril is in such a place now, and it is half a year in a flash.

Since she was caught by Gelvent, she has not been tortured much, just locked up, and the place where she lives is still the best room, but even so, the environment is ridiculously poor.

The dark stone was always so deep, and water was dripping from above.

The floor was always damp, thankfully there was a bed inside, and the hard planks and thin quilt didn't keep it warm.

The day was fine, but at night it was cold to the bone, and I couldn't sleep all night.

There was a foul-smelling toilet on the wall, and moldy moss was hidden in the corner.

Cockroaches crawl out all the time, and some strange insects also appear occasionally.

But a foot of window was all Avril had, and she looked through the window whenever she could, anticipating the man's arrival.

With a creak, the heavy iron door was opened.

A couple of numb men walked in and lifted the foul-smelling toilet out, and a large wooden barrel was carried in, and buckets of hot water poured into it.

The quilt was also renewed, and the new and beautiful clothes were neatly folded and placed at the head of the bed.

After a while, the group of guys went out.

Avril knew it was because that Gelvent guy was here, but she didn't care about that, so she quickly took off some moldy clothes and got into the barrel.

The heat steamed, bringing her rusty body back to life, and she couldn't help but moan.

Five years have passed, and that tomboy has grown into a royal sister.

The long-term training has made her tall, her hands and feet slender and powerful, and the power brought by the knowledge of runes has made her extremely confident, and it has also given her a different kind of charm.

However, being locked in this small cage like a pig for half a year made her pale and pitiful.

Once dressed, Avril knocked on the iron door, and it wasn't long before the group came in again, taking away the old clothes and carrying the barrels.

Avril sat on the bed, picked up a clean towel, and began to carefully wipe her long wet hair.

Gelvent walked in and saw the scene, the moonlight shining through the window on Avril, her long wet hair flickering slightly.

The dark walls and simple furniture all set off Avril's beauty, like a person in a painting.

"Miss Avril, it's been half a year, should you promise me now?"

Avril didn't even look at Gelvent, and said in a firm tone, "Don't be delusional, I won't be your bride." ”

How could it be that Avril could endure becoming the bride of Griffint, giving up her human identity and becoming that kind of savage creature that feeds on blood.

Gelvent smiled slightly, not angry, and continued to ask, "Don't you really think about it?" ”

", you rotten bug, don't bother me anymore."

Avril said unceremoniously, her tone hard to hide her disgust.

Gelvent didn't say much, but Gelvent's face was slightly gloomy and he turned around and left the place.

Damn stinky bitch, if it weren't for the need for you as bait, you thought you would have survived until now, and Blood Food and Blood Slave would be your end.

Avril breathed a sigh of relief as the footsteps faded away.

Sister, please hurry up, I really can't hold on.

A few coughs, a streak of blood appeared in the palm of his hand.

After living in this environment for half a year, even the strong Avril Lavigne contracted the disease.

She had problems with her lungs, coughed a lot, and had recently coughed up blood.

She also had problems with her joints, and at night, the pain was unbearable.

There is no communication, the environment is harsh.

After a long time, even if you are not tortured, it is better than torture.

Angela did not rush to the Castle of Terror first, but arrived at Angeles.

Today, Angeles is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, with a withered population, pedestrians coming and going, and the city is heavily guarded.

Angela: As soon as they arrived at the gate of Angeles, they were stopped by soldiers.

"Who are you?"

The soldiers pointed their spears at Angela and asked excitedly, the big fight that started without saying a word, it was really too strange for Angela and them.

The three of them were all dressed in black cloaks, especially one of them, who was strong and unhuman.

Karl stepped forward and said, "Don't get excited. ”

Who knew that his move of stepping forward suddenly made the soldiers nervous, and the spearheads collided with each other, making a crisp sound that almost stabbed Carl in the chest: "Don't come here!" ”

The squad leader among the soldiers yelled loudly, but his legs trembled terribly.

Angela wanted to step forward at this voice, but was stopped by Carl.

Karl looked at the squad leader and suddenly said, "Marx, is that you, you stinky boy." ”

The team leader was stunned, relaxed, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?" ”

Karl ripped off his cloak and took off his horned helmet, revealing his big bald head like a braised egg.

This time, the team leader named Marx was even more puzzled, because he didn't know this person.

"You stinky boy, married Lao Tzu's daughter but don't know Lao Tzu."

"You're ......" Max's eyes widened suddenly, remembering the fear of almost being dominated by a broken leg.

"Card... Card... Card... Uncle Karl!! ”

It turned out to be the squad leader's father-in-law, and the rest of the soldiers relaxed a little, but Marx's next sentence made them nervous again: "Aren't you dead?" ”

it!

Suddenly, all the soldiers stood on end, raised their spears again, and looked at Karl with nervous faces.

Karl said angrily, "It's not dead." ”

……

Dorothy was busy at home, the price of food in the city had risen again recently, and she was anxious to see her purse deflating day by day.

Especially recently, the city has been very unsafe, and my husband, as the captain of the squad at the city gate, used to be a fat man, but now it has become a high-risk occupation.