They had been here about half a year ago, and they had come to the dungeon at the same time as twenty or so adventuring companions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 But now, those people have long since disappeared.

Silence, silence.

In fact, everyone knew what would happen to them if they fell into the hands of the lich, but with the sheer disparity in strength, all courageous resistance was in vain - the two purple soul flames in the lich's eye sockets were like flowers of doom on the banks of the rivers of hell, telling the poor mercenaries of their final fate.

The entire dungeon had been transformed into a permanently sturdy circle, and the door was a dense patch of dense steel with gaps of only two fingers, and at the bottom of the bars was a groove containing a clay kettle the size of a skull and a row of plates, the food on which was fishy and sticky—usually the lich served up some coarse grains and finely minced meat.

Minced meat?

As a commoner of the kingdom, in this turbulent year, life is definitely not very good, and having meat for every meal is an unattainable dream for many people.

But the men in the prison didn't have any appetite - they only occasionally stuffed their mouths with a little dry grain, and then they couldn't help coughing violently, and their chests were like a broken bellows, and some muffled sounds echoed in the cold and silent space, proving that they were still alive.

After a sip of cold water, the symptoms of coughing were alleviated, and some anger finally returned to the godless pupils, and they could only vaguely perceive each other with the heat of their bodies in the darkness, talking? It is undoubtedly a very draining thing.

There is meat in the food that provides enough nutrients, but they don't want to eat it.

Because, in the first days, someone ate a finger from minced meat—a human finger, and there was a mark of a bowstring on the half moon of the fingernail. It was the brother of a man in the dungeon, and when he recognized the finger, he cried, and then shook the door hysterically, and an hour later the lich came to the dungeon, and the man was taken away, and it is said that the lich sent him to be reunited with his brother.

After that, there were fewer and fewer people in the dungeon. Two months ago, there were only five of them left in the dungeon—and since that day, since the capture of the young girl with long gray hair and a penchant for telling bad jokes, the lich seemed to have suddenly repented of his conscience, and never took a single person from the dungeon, but he still delivered a fixed amount of food at a fixed time every day.

But this did not give the rest of the life any hope, and the lich rarely spoke to them, but they understood that the five of them were just temporary cattle in captivity by the lich.

The desperate path to death made the hearts of those in prison cold.

"Are you alright?"

No one knew what time it was, but at that moment, the human sitting in the corner heard a hoarse voice, and a ray of light came through the basement hallway, allowing for a clear view of the countless drifting dust in the air—the human eye could no longer adapt to this vision after being in darkness for so long. As the bright light got closer and thicker, the five people in the dungeon opened their eyes, but the sting pain in a moment made them cry.

A figure stopped in front of the cell door, he was wearing a cloak that covered his whole body, his head was tightly covered by a hood, but the face below was a blur, as if hidden in a thick mist, seeing that the humans in the dungeon did not react, he stretched out his hand from the wide sleeve and knocked on the steel door several times.

It's like the sound of steel and iron crashing against each other.

The woman closest to the cell door finally looked up, and she realized that it was not the lich who had come to bring them food every day—the lich's voice was very different from the figure in front of him, and he had never been in the habit of knocking on the door.

"Who are you?"

The woman asked. Her name is Angela, and she is a skilled player with dual swords. In this harsh environment, women are always more endurant than men, and as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will not give up easily. She sensed sensitively that the person in front of her seemed to have a special purpose.

"My name? Hehe. ”

The visitor didn't answer, a piercing laugh erupted from his throat, and then he stood still in front of the cell door, "You guys, do you really want to leave here?" ”

"Of course we do. But how do you convince us of your purpose? ”

Angela asked warily. From the figure's outfit and the palms peeking out of its sleeves, she realized that the man in front of her was also a lich—in the eyes of the commoners of the realm, these fallen dead who chose immortality were evil. If I had to make a difference, it would be the only evil and the more evil.

out of the tiger's mouth, like a wolf's den. That's not a lot of fun!

"But do you think you can survive by staying here?"

The lich in front of him said again. He seems to have accurately grasped their thoughts, and these words really hit their soft underbelly very well - yes! With this lich away, at least, the situation will not get worse, and even if it is worse, it will be nothing more than death.

Half a year in the dungeon has made Angela think through many things, and her heart is full of sorrow, but now, she has to choose to believe this strange comer. She glanced back and shouted, "Rank, let's get out!"

There was a thud in the corner—a tall, thin man stood, and beside him, three other men, also got up and walked towards the cell door.

"This lich ...... Uh, did you hear what this gentleman just said? ”

Angela asked. She glanced apologetically at the lich, who laughed dryly, but showed no displeasure.

"Sister, you're saying that he really plans to take us out of this hellish place?"

"Angela, I don't believe this guy, he may have some shady deeds!"

Another man retorted.

"But for now, we should trust this gentleman once."

Angola finally showed her determination at this time, and she turned her head, "Whatever your choice?" At the very least, I'll get out of here with my brother Pooh and this gentleman. ”

"Ma'am, I admire so much your wisdom."

The lich replied, and then his gaze fixed on the other three men, and there seemed to be a hint of denial in them.