An Rui worked in the dungeon where the slaves were held for two days, familiarized himself with the environment, and figured out the basic combat power here.

The most powerful person here is Maren, he is a warrior, and his strength is about level 5, which is on par with An Rui.

The natives of this world realm have no concept of rank, they don't talk about rank, and proudly say to others how many levels of warriors and how many levels of wizards.

The concept of rank only exists in An Rui's heart, and Maren's level is roughly estimated by him through two days of contact, and the actual situation remains to be investigated.

Except for Mullen, the rest of the people have nothing to fear at all, most of them are ordinary people, and An Rui can easily deal with it.

In the past two days, An Rui tried to avoid contact with Berego, and even if he met him, he did not go up to talk to him, so as not to show his feet. His disguise was perfect, and when Berego saw him, he didn't recognize him. Maybe Berego didn't pay much attention to Anrui at all.

Mullen and the jailers occasionally went to trouble Berego and tortured him with various punishments, with the sole purpose of making him obedient.

"I'll be obedient."

As soon as Berego said such a word, the jailers here would immediately stop all punishment, help him to heal his wounds, give him food to eat, and give him water to drink. But no matter how much torture Berego receives, he just refuses to give in, and is more stubborn than a stubborn cow. This made him suffer a lot, and in the past two days alone, I don't know how many whips Lu Dao has received.

The jailers didn't care about leaving wounds on Berego's body, the healing medicine of this world has a miraculous effect, and can heal people's wounds in a short time.

In addition to healing potions, there is also a medicine called holy water, which can also be used to treat wounds, and the effect is even better, after using it, there will not be a single scar.

It is precisely because of these things that the jailers will torture Berego with impunity, without worrying about ruining this valuable elf.

An Rui is very satisfied with Berego's unyielding attitude, only such a person is worth rescuing, if Berego is a soft egg, he is likely to discourage the idea of risking to save Berego.

If Berego himself succumbed, why save him?

Fortunately, Berego didn't give in, so Anrui's plan continued.

On the third day, the official plan to save people was brewed, and the core of the whole plan lies in four words - sound east and west.

……

It was night, and the night covered the entire Iron Cannon Harbor, like a huge black cloth bag, containing everything.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, making the darkness even thicker.

At this time, ninety percent of the people in Iron Cannon Harbor have fallen asleep, and only a very small number of people are awake. One of them was Shafi, who was sent by Anrui to carry a few small barrels on her back and walk the streets hunched over.

Shafi walked as fast as she could, trying not to make a sound, until she reached the edge of a mansion wall before stopping. She looked up and saw that the courtyard walls were very high, but they were not enough to bother her, and even with a few heavy barrels on her back, she could still jump up and down like a monkey.

There was a faint sound of laughter and conversation coming from the mansion, and the people inside did not sleep like most people.

The nightlife of the rich is always rich, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign.

This is Brent's mansion, and Shafi has come here to give a little gift.

Shafi lifted her breath and jumped, her slender figure outlining a graceful arc, and she landed on the wall with one foot, shaking it three times, stabilizing her figure. Looking down, there are patrols in the courtyard, and many houses are lit up. She needed to avoid the light and walk in the shadows.

A minute after a pair of patrol guards walked under the wall, Sophie landed in the courtyard and headed deeper into the mansion. She stopped and stopped along the way, avoiding all light sources and the eyes of the guards, and made it to her destination.

The houses here are not as luxurious as those before them, and they are quiet, with locked doors, and they seem to be warehouses or something.

Sophie chose this place, untied a barrel from her back, twisted the lid, and hoisted it towards the house opposite.

A lot of viscous liquid splattered out of the barrel, giving off a peculiar smell. This is oil, oil that burns when it gets on fire.

Shafi walked around the warehouse, emptying a barrel of oil. She dropped the empty barrel and did the same, spilling another bucket of oil all over another warehouse.

Two houses, that's enough.

Shafi took out the lighter, hesitated for a moment, and muttered in her heart, "This is to save people", and then made up her mind and ignited the oil on the ground with the lighter in her hand.

"Whew!"

Everywhere the spark passed, a raging fire immediately ignited, and the fire spread in an instant, enveloping the entire house along the oil. Tongues of fire flew in all directions, and without Safi's hand, another house was set on fire. The two burning houses looked exactly the same like twin brothers, lighting up the entire courtyard and half of the night sky with flames.

Sophie didn't have time to admire her masterpiece, so she left Brent's mansion as soon as possible, and Sharod was probably in this courtyard, she remembered Anrui's advice, and knew that she couldn't meet this person, let alone fight him, otherwise it would be very dangerous.

With a few ups and downs, Shafi left the Brent Mansion without a hitch and hurried to the next place. She also had four barrels of oil on her back, which had been prepared for several of the shops in Brent.

Flames, that's what Shafi is going to give to Brent tonight.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for Brent.

……

Anrui stood in the courtyard outside the dungeon, looking out at the night sky, his eyes rarely blinking. He had a glass of wine in his hand, and whenever someone asked him what he was doing, he used it as a shield, falsely claiming that he was drinking and admiring the night.

But in fact, his real purpose was to wait for a signal.

The signal finally came, and a firelight appeared in the distant sky, and the light rose into the sky, lighting up the night sky.

The fire happened to come from Brent's mansion.

This proves that Shafi has done it and has succeeded. This flame will hold Brent and his gang at bay, leaving them with no time to think about anything else, giving Anrui a chance to make a move.

Thirty-six strategies, the strategy of the ancients is always simple and effective.

Anrui took a deep breath, and Shafi had completed her mission, and it was his turn to appear. Shafi is in charge of setting fires, while he is in charge of killing and rescuing people. Tonight, his sword will be filled with the blood of the wicked. He turned around and walked quietly towards the house.

Inside, Mullen was smoking and chatting with several of his men, boasting about the dangers he had experienced before. He claimed to have encountered the undead and had heard the Sirens sing.

There were two teams on duty tonight, Mullen's gang at the top, and the rest at the bottom, for a total of fifteen people.

An Rui ignored Malen and the others, and the other party didn't pay attention to him, for the past few days, he has been disguising himself as another person who does not smile, because this kind of person is easier to pretend. He opened the door to the dungeon and stepped inside, footsteps echoing across the dirty stone staircase.

Kill a few of the jailers who got in the way, seize the key to the prison door, then release all the imprisoned slaves to cause chaos, and finally get Berego out of here. This is Anrui's rough plan. He couldn't just save Bereg, that would be too obvious, it would be better to fish in troubled waters, and release a large number of slaves, so that Brent could not find out.

Several jailers saw An Rui, and two of them took the initiative to say hello, after all, An Rui is now the team leader.

An Rui went all the way down to the third layer.

There are now two jailers on the third floor, one on patrol and one on the slave. Screams echoed through the dungeon, making it impossible to sleep.

An Rui walked behind the patrol jailer, patted the other man on the shoulder, and the moment the other person turned around, he drew his long sword and swung it diagonally.

The sword and blood drew a diagonal line. The jailer's face changed instantly, and he raised his hands and covered his broken throat, which made a strange gurgling sound, and after a few struggles, he finally collapsed to the ground.

The indigenous slaves in one side of the cell saw this and their eyes widened in shock.

Anrui turned his head sideways, put his index finger to his lips, and made a silent motion.

The slaves in the prison did not shout, probably because they understood what Anrui meant, but it was more likely that they were scared silly.

An Rui took a long set of keys from the deceased's waist, although he was the leader of the squad, it did not mean that he had all the keys, some of the keys fell into the hands of some small jailers. After several days of observation, he could recognize the keys to open Berego's cell, but not all of them. He walked to the nearest cell door and tried to open it, and after several attempts, he was finally blinded.

The closed iron door was opened, the door of freedom, and the fate of those in the door was changed at the moment it was opened.

Anrui did not speak, nor did he give any instructions, believing that the slave would do what he wanted. He left the door and went to the next one, where he opened it. In this way, he opened one cell door after another, and released all the slaves inside.

At first, no one dared to act rashly, until a bold man burst out of the cell door and ran up the stairs, which caused a commotion. The escapees let out a roar of excitement, and those who were still locked in the cell door rushed to the door, stretched their hands out of the bar, and called for Anrui to help.

The jailer who was adjusting the *schoolgirl* slave heard the movement, ran out of a cell, held his pants in his hand, and asked in a panic at An Rui, who was opening the door, "What the hell is going on?" Why did everyone run away? ”

"They said they wanted to get out of the jaw to get some air, so I did them a small favor." An Rui rushed towards the jailer with his blood-stained sword, and the other party came to his senses and pulled out his weapon, so that the pants that had not yet been tied fell off.

The jailer was no match for An Rui in trousers, let alone without pants, and he was pierced through the heart in just one shot, making him the companion of the jailer before.

All kinds of noises rang out from all directions, and the whole dungeon was already in chaos, and this was exactly what Anrui wanted, and he wanted to keep the chaos going.

"Help! Let me go too! Berego also joined the crowd calling for help, and his voice was still clearly distinguishable even though it was mixed with the tide.