Walking out of the council chamber, Ryan's face was full of helplessness. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info didn't expect Sidrik to be so sneaky when he drank a drink. I heard that it was because Taylor couldn't smell alcohol, especially because he couldn't see others drinking in front of him, it seems that he had committed something bad because of drinking in the past, so that Cedric didn't have a chance to touch even a drop in the past few days.

Ryan is in debt right now, and even though it's just an errand job, he doesn't contribute for free.

Easily double your family's wealth. Weighing the three gold coins in his hand, Ryan laughed to himself and turned around and walked towards the warehouse.

The council chamber is not far from the warehouse, and there are no pedestrians nearby as you pass through the dungeon.

That's right, the dungeon.

Ryan had no intention of glancing, and found that the door of the dungeon was unguarded, so he immediately shook his head and sighed, and then paused, and his eyes gradually revealed vigilance.

A light sniff reveals that in addition to the strong stench, the air is also mixed with a familiar smell of blood.

Coupled with the open door, Ryan suddenly sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward. With dim vision, he saw the two corpses in the corner at first glance, and the precise throat cutting technique, the murder weapon only cut the trachea, but did not cut the artery, so that the blood flowing out did not reach the level of attention.

Prison robbery?

Ryan immediately thought of the female Drow, and was startled, and hurriedly threw the two corpses in a conspicuous position outside, and quietly touched them down.

Estheron is a wanderer who can escape the tentacles of the secondary phantom, like a ghost, silently moving through the dungeon, taking the life of a patrolling guard with every flash.

Soon, the Drow Elf, who had merged with the darkness, reached the end of the dungeon, where the female Drow was being held.

"Esterson, save me, you piece of shit!" Pei'er was tortured a lot during this time, unkempt and ragged, and she had long lost the chic spirit of hunting in the jungle.

Esterson didn't immediately open the chains on Peel's body, only to see him raise his hand and spread his five fingers to keep going back and forth in the air.

The translucent aura of the detection magic creeped forward, revealing a shimmering stream of light near the lock.

"Where's Estelle?" Nothing out of the ordinary, Esterson pretended not to see it, and asked nonchalantly.

"Hmph, your waste brother has no value at all, I'm afraid he has already been killed, right?" Grinning, Peel's eyes revealed madness, which was intimidating.

Withdrawing the spell, Estheron's eyes were like cold blades pointing at the other party: "If my brother can't go back, my lord, I'm afraid you will spend your whole life here." ”

"You dare to threaten me?! Bastard, I want you to be broken into thousands of pieces......"

The dungeon's soundproofing was not bad, and Estheron didn't pay attention to the other party's yelling, and just as he turned to leave, a low chant suddenly came from behind the quilt.

“Fi'rein'hole”

A fireball the size of a basin whistled like a small sun, speeding towards Estherson's feet.

I rub!

Under the light of the orange fire, the drow elf's face instantly turned iron-blue.

Rumble!

A dull roar was transmitted to the surface, and the violent tremors under the feet were felt, and the guards patrolling nearby were immediately alerted and gathered in the direction of the dungeon.

As for the dungeon, large rocks had collapsed, and the smoke and dust in the sky had not dispersed, and Estherson's location had long since been completely buried.

Around the corner in the distance, Ryan clapped his hands like dust, a little flame lingering in his fingertips. Obviously, the fireball spell just now was cast by him.

The passage of the dungeon is very narrow, and the explosion caused by the fireball technique can not only travel far away, but also remind others, no matter how nimble you are, it is impossible to escape the damage range.

The stench of burnt flesh filled the air, and Ryan grimaced as he pulled out the flame man and stepped forward.

Although Pell was not included in the scope of the fireball technique, the heat wave slammed into her body wrapped in dust, not only leaving her in embarrassment, but also triggering the magic alarm set by Taylor.

Soon, the dust finally subsided, and Ryan ignored the drow's roar and wandered over and over again in the collapse area, his face growing grave as he didn't find Esterson's body.

It seems that he still underestimated the other party, and although he was hit by the fireball technique, it didn't seem to affect the opponent's mobility much.

Shaking his head silently, Ryan immediately started tracking, only to see a faint trail that was so faint that it was difficult to detect that it was far away into the darkness in the distance.

A purple-black shadow flashed through the darkness, and Estson was seen staggering through the intricate dungeons. Obviously, the fireball technique just now had caused him a lot of damage.

The exposed purple-black skin was already scorched, and it was hard to imagine how terrible the pain of the extensive burns was, and even more unimaginable, Esterson could still silently escape from Ryan's sight under such pain.

However, Estson did not expect to escape the dungeon in his current state, and when he felt the footsteps of the pursuit behind him getting closer, the Drow took a deep breath and then held his breath and hid in a dark corner.

As he moved forward, Ryan could see fewer and fewer traces with his tracking, and soon disappeared completely.

Just as Ryan stopped thinking in place, the dark shadow in the corner trembled without warning and burst towards Ryan's back.

Ryan has a lot of experience in fighting with the wanderer, and he has long been wary of Estherson's hand, and seeing that the other party can't sit still and launch a surprise attack, Ryan reacted immediately.

Picking up the bracer of his left hand in front of his face, the flame operator stabbed forward not to be outdone.

While!

The sound of two steel clashes rang out in my ears, and Esterson was seen holding a slightly curved dagger back, biting Ryan's left arm like a snake's fang, only to see the dagger constantly writhing, but unable to change position due to the rough surface of the bracer.

As for the flame manipulator, he was clinging to the opponent's waist, and a pitch-black dagger was pulled out halfway by Esterson, just enough to block Ryan's attack.

"Awesome." Although it was a sneak attack, Esterson's offensive and defensive skills, lethal and not fighting for his life, and his calm and rational approach successfully won Ryan's appreciation.

The surface and underground lingua franca are like the difference between Mandarin and Cantonese, and simple phrases can still be recognized.

Hearing the enemy's praise like this, Esterson was stunned for a moment, and then grinned, not at all worried that the burns on his face would scare others: "You, not bad. ”

"But alas, you are my enemy." Seeing that the other party looked confused, Ryan didn't expect him to understand, and as soon as the words fell, he immediately pushed forward.

Esterson retreated, and Ryan immediately swung his sword in pursuit, setting off a dazzling flame in the air.

Shout!

Asterson suddenly waved his left hand and threw it violently, and the soft sound of the air being torn suddenly came, and a streamer of light rushed straight into Ryan's eyes.

Hidden weapon!

As soon as his footsteps were closed, Ryan raised his bracer again to block the door.

There was a soft thud, and a dart was bounced away, and before Ryan could put down his bracer, Estson kicked him hard in the abdomen.