Of course, it was impossible to get the scimitar to communicate with him now, and Ron noticed that under the hilts of the two scimitars, several sunken notches appeared, and a few gems were missing from them.

You know, Flash and Ice Death are both legendary weapons, and the level has reached at least the sixth order or above, and when Ron saw it in his previous life, there were seven precious elemental gems inlaid on them, which could greatly improve the combat effectiveness of the scimitar, perhaps because the gems were disassembled and replaced with inferior gems, which caused the level to drop rapidly.

No wonder it says it can be promoted!

Tyrannical things, too tyrannical things!

Ron looked at the depression on it, and couldn't help but feel distressed, these thieves of the Crow Society didn't know the goods at all, and even hung the legendary scimitar on the wall as an ornament, which made him suddenly feel like he was going to kill, too aggrieved.

Ron only now remembered that he had vaguely heard of the reputation of these two scimitars in Neverwinter in his previous life, and that there had been a terrible battle.

In the end, the two scimitars returned to the legendary ranger Trist.

Ron quickly put aside the miscellaneous items in his hand, skillfully grasped the hilts of the two scimitars, and with a sudden "boom", his body spun like lightning, and the blade cut horizontally, drawing a strange light, which stopped instantly.

A system prompt pops up in front of you:

"The skill simulation was successfully performed, and the appraisal value was 100%!"

"Gain Personal Specialty: Mastering the Scimitar!"

"Gain Personal Specialty: Mastery of Dual-Weapon Combat!"

The two specialties jumped into his eyes without surprise, and Ron suddenly had a feeling of being strengthened, although due to the level limitation, he had not yet obtained more advanced combat expertise, but Ron had already felt that his strength had returned to its peak state again.

With these two scimitars in hand, Ron would have the confidence to fight even if he encountered that evil wizard again.

After a little experience, once again mastering the skills of dual-weapon combat, he suddenly had a feeling of being in a different world, and he had no time to care about anything else, so he put away his scimitar and walked towards the door where the four thieves had left.

I don't know where this subway door leads, and behind the door, there is a faint sound of moans and howls, which makes people's hearts cold.

The exit from this basement is quite large, with a total of four doors, each leading to a different place. Ron gently pushed open the iron door and walked in, and suddenly a bloody and dark smell hit the tip of his nose, and suddenly there was a feeling that made him gag.

Behind the iron gates is a prison-like basement, full of darkness, depravity, and decay.

Ron's eyes swept away, and there were a lot of special iron cages and various torture detentions on both sides, most of which were empty, and only a few of them had some human figures in them.

Most of them were glazed and scarred, some were lying on the grass, staring blankly at the mice on the ground, as if they had no soul, some turned their heads slightly, and when they saw someone walking in, they were suddenly frightened, trembling and curled up in the corner, and some were already lying on the ground, without sound, allowing the mice to lie on their bodies and gnaw.

Among these people, there were men and women, most of them were girls, and only a few were men, with their hair disheveled and filthy, like beggars, miserable.

Although Ron had expected such a scene, he still couldn't help frowning, some of these girls were pure-blooded humans, but some were long-eared elves, and the four thieves were not here.

Ron had no time to manage these women, and walked towards the front, opposite the prison, there were two iron gates, he quickly walked to one of the iron gates and listened for a while, and was about to open it, but the iron door was suddenly pushed open, and a man with his upper body naked appeared in front of him.

The man was stunned for a moment when he saw Ron suddenly appear, and before he realized what was going on, he only heard a "boom", and the silver light blinked, and the man clutched his throat in horror, and a trace of blood was forced up from his throat.

He opened his mouth to call someone, but he couldn't make a sound, and fell to the ground silently.

Ron didn't even look at his corpse, pushed open the iron door and entered, and found that the layout inside the iron door was still unique, the room was very large, and there were many handcuffs, chains, blades and other torture instruments on the walls on both sides, which was probably an execution chamber.

Ron searched inside, and suddenly there was a familiar exclamation in his ears, and he felt that he had taken a few steps forward, and saw a stove on the other side of the room, and beside the stove were chairs, tables, wooden beds, and leather, and five or six men were sitting around the stove, laughing.

At this time, Sarina had already touched the sack, revealing a terrified pretty face, staring at the men in front of her in horror.

"You ...... What do you want to do? Don't come here! She forced her composure, her face pale, her hands still tied, and she took a few steps back, already realizing that her situation was not good.

"Hehe, noble Miss Pastor, your name is like thunder!" One of the thieves laughed, his eyes swept over her frequently: "We don't do anything, we just want to negotiate a deal with Miss Pastor!" ”

"Delivery...... Trade? Sarina looked at them with a pale face.

"Yes, Miss Priest, you may not know, but there are many nobles in Neverwinter City who like clean and holy nuns, especially the ones who can use high-level magic to touch the heart, it is said that there is a sense of blasphemy to play like this, and it is very fulfilling, so sometimes it is very difficult for us to do it!" The thief was quite eloquent, and he laughed, took a step forward, and stared at him with dead eyes: "Miss Pastor, it's your turn!" ”

"What...... What the? Sarina quickly stepped back, almost against the wall, staring at them and shouting, "Don't come here, what do you want to do?" ”

"Miss Pastor, you're not right, I've made it clear!" A trace of viciousness flashed in the thief's eyes, and he said coldly: "I'll only give you one minute to think about it, take off all the clothes on your body by yourself, and then spread your legs, we can consider making your life more comfortable, otherwise ......"

A hint of ferocity instantly appeared in his eyes, and he quickly took a step forward, staring at Sarina and gritting his teeth and saying, "I'll let you live as well as die!" ”

Sarina took a few steps back in horror: "You ......"

"Hehe, of course, we are willing to give you more choices, after all, the honorable Miss Pastor has saved many people, and my companion does not want to embarrass you too much, so okay, you can close your eyes and take it off, don't worry about us!" The thief sneered a few times, stared at her evilly and continued: "Don't you want to use magic skills, you have no chance, and as far as I know, the town of Mordanro has become a ruin, no one will come to save you, you can do it yourself!" ”