Lan Wu got the information he wanted, cleanly knocked the Messiah unconscious, climbed over the wall in the backyard and left the tavern, put on a black cloak and walked down the street towards the castle in the center of the city. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As night fell, Lan Wu stepped out of the shadows. At this time, the strange aura that permeated the whole city became even stronger, and the rapid gasps of men and women could be heard everywhere.

The whole city went into a carnival.

Lan Wu looked up at the castle a few dozen meters away and shook his head. He knew that this was the result of the despair of the survivors in the city for the future and Hardinson's deliberate guidance. These people have completely sunk, preferring to indulge in meaningless desires rather than work together to fight the demons.

"Hopefully she's not lying." Lan Wu pulled his hood, hid his face under the hat, and walked straight to the castle.

The castle was lax. The two guards who guarded the castle gates yawned, and one whispered about the unkind arrangements of the city lord Hardinson. The two of them didn't see a dark shadow flash in some open window above their heads.

"In an underground prison?" Lan Wu looked up thoughtfully.

Here is somewhere on the second floor of the castle. There are quite a few rooms scattered along the corridors. However, the rooms here are far better soundproofed than the buildings in New Harlogas. The hallway was silent, not a single sound.

Lan Wu listened intently for a moment, making sure that no one was nearby, wrapped in a cloak, and teleported out ghostly. As soon as he arrived at the staircase, a room not far behind him suddenly opened, and two professionals walked out of it.

"We'll have to explain to Nordink." The barbarian in one of them had an angry expression on his face, gesturing to emphasize his anger.

"It doesn't make sense, Ves." Another druid reluctantly persuaded: "What is certain is that Hardinson is really dead." As for who sits on that throne, it has nothing to do with us. Do you want to accept the power of the archangel Tyrell like the mad Hardinson? ”

"I ......," the barbarian was speechless for a long time.

"Alright, let's go have a drink and find a girl to put out the fire. No matter who sits in that position, they can't do without us. The druid laughed, patted the barbarian on the back, and half-dragged him away.

Soon after the two left, silence returned to the hallway. Lan Wu teleported down from the ceiling where he was hiding and smiled slightly. It seems that Hardinson's death has given rise to the ambitions of several deputy city lords to compete for power. But it doesn't matter. Finding the archangel Tyrell is the right thing to do.

"Lan Wu, I found it." Leah floated over, looking excited, "I feel the breath of Tyrell. He's over there. ”

Lan Wu perked up and immediately followed Leah's instructions all the way to the innermost room in the corridor on the right side of the first floor. Lan Ya and the three of them were already waiting at the door of the room at this time. They also clearly felt the breath of belonging to the archangels.

Pushing open the door, it was pitch black inside. Lan Wu walked in and closed the door with his hand. Torches are lit. The dim light of the fire dispelled the darkness. Lan Wu looked around the room. It's a study. Tall bookshelves fill this not-so-spacious room.

"Are you sure the entrance to the underground prison is here?" Lan Wu looked around and looked at the four ghosts of Leah with a strange expression.

"That's right." The four ghosts spoke in unison.

"Where's the entrance?" Lan Wu asked helplessly.

There is nothing special about this study. The bookshelves stood alone in the room, without touching the surrounding walls. It doesn't look like there's any mechanism.

Leah's four ghosts glanced at each other with expressions of helplessness. They could feel the aura of the archangels in the room, but they had no clue how to find the entrance to the underground prison.

"Let's do it." Lan Wu shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes to feel the fluctuations of his magic.

He wasn't used to feeling magic fluctuations. All along, this kind of work has been done by the four of Leah. But now that the room was filled with Tyrell's scent, the four of them couldn't do anything about it. It's like it's hard to distinguish other smells from a strong smell. On the contrary, he is not sensitive to Tyrell's breath, and is more likely to sense the breath of others.

"Here." Lan Wu keenly sensed a familiar aura, although it was very faint, but he remembered it deeply. It is the breath of the Messiah.

Lan Wu opened his eyes, walked quickly to the third bookshelf on the left, and pressed it on the book in the middle of the second row. The only place in the whole room still has the smell of Messiah.

The book sank weirdly. Soon, the floor shook slightly, and a rumbling sound came from under the feet. Lan Wu's heart moved, and he immediately flashed to the bookshelf in the corner and hid.

After a while, the floor in front of the bookshelf cracked, revealing a tunnel that could only be accessed by one person. An Assassin poked his head out to look left and right with a grim face. Seeing that there was no one, there was a hint of doubt on her gloomy face, and she quickly realized that something was wrong, and immediately turned back to warn.

She was just about to walk back into the tunnel when Lan Wu suddenly teleported behind her, flying up and kicking her hard in the back of the head. The Assassin fell unconscious like a log.

Lan Wu kicked the assassin unconscious, and quickly bent down to grab her collar to prevent her from rolling down the tunnel and causing too much noise. He dragged the Assassin out of the tunnel, roped him up into rice dumplings, and finally gagged her mouth with a rag.

"I should be able to buy some time." Lan Wu clapped his hands and immediately walked into the tunnel.

The tunnel is not long, and at the end is a corridor. There are torches on the walls every ten meters or so. The firelight dispelled the darkness, making it not oppressive.

"Over there." After the four ghosts entered the tunnel, they pointed to the right in unison.

Lan Wu teleported over, and soon found the archangel Tyrell under the guidance of the four ghosts. When he saw the room where Tyrell was being held, he wondered if Tyrell had come to be a guest of honor or to be imprisoned.

This room is magnificent. There are many beautiful oil paintings hanging on the surrounding walls. Four crystal balls the size of human heads emit white light and stand in the four corners, illuminating the room as if it were daylight. In the middle of the room, on the large bed made of precious oak, it was not Tyrrell who could lie on it.

It was the first time that Lan Wu had seen Tyrell without light wings and without the body of an angel. It's not so much an archangel as an ordinary middle-aged man lying on the big bed. The appearance is ordinary, and there is no difference between an ordinary middle-aged uncle. The only thing that can confirm the identity of this middle-aged uncle is the faint bright aura emanating from his body.

"The gods are above, and they actually draw the power of the archangels." Leah covered her mouth in horror.

Lan Wu followed her gaze. I saw a white transparent hose made of unknown material extending from under the bed, extending to the back of the wall. The white light power was faintly visible in the hose and flowed slowly.

"Let's look into this later." Ranvu stepped forward to pick up Tyrell, only to notice that Tyrell's back was connected to the hose.

"You can't pull it hard." Leah saw that Lan Wu wanted to rip off the hose, and quickly stopped it: "This hose is connected to Tyrell's Angel Heart. If it does, it will most likely make Tyrell unable to wake up. They couldn't fully drain the Angel Heart's restored power. It is believed that as long as the angelic heart regains enough strength, he will be able to wake up. ”

"But we don't have time." Lan Wu was helpless.

"But that's the only way we can save him." Leah insisted earnestly.

Lan Wu shrugged his shoulders and motioned for Lan Ya and the three to follow, and then returned to the room through the tunnel. The assassin still hadn't woken up. Lan Wu took out a dagger from the space pouch and gently swiped it on the assassin's neck, slicing her neck, and then signaled, "It's your turn." I'll go find two more bodies. You are responsible for guarding Tyrell and taking him away when he wakes up. I'm going to make a little bit of noise and keep them busy. ”

Lan Ya's three ghosts glanced at each other and nodded solemnly.

PS: After a lapse of three months, I successfully deceived the corpse. Embarrassment. After three months of struggling in hell, I finally escaped from the Great Demon King and completed the feat of deceiving the corpse. In layman's terms, the leader is gone, and I am free. It's a pity that it's been broken for so long, and there is no way of thinking. So the book will be finished as soon as possible, and new books will start to be distributed at the same time. If anyone still reads this book, please support the new book - "The Ace Lord of the Three Kingdoms"... I am a lord, an ace lord.