"Everyone be careful, not far ahead is the hometown where the corpse is on fire, everyone check the equipment again, come on." The dusty Bhalyiping encouraged the members of the squad who were tired from continuous combat and sat on the ground to rest for the first time.

On the first floor of the ground prison, Zhao Long, who was carrying a torch, turned around for a short time and saw a large number of strangely shaped statues with a height of only one meter, some squatting, some tilting their heads, and some leaning their bodies......

"Stained, it really looks like a demon of destruction, but the skin is black, the weapons in his hand are also the axe and scimitar, the shield is white, and he wears a helmet similar to the Monkey King on his head." Zhao Long commented while admiring the statues on both sides.

"Wow, what a strong biceps, and they're very elastic." Zhao Long pinched the arm of one of the statues and shouted.

"That's a lot, at least more than two hundred, who made this?" Zhao Long, who counted the number of statues as he walked, thought wonderingly.

"Wait, the little JJ of this statue seems to be very big, weird, and it feels warm when you pinch it, it's amazing. What wax is this made of? So realistic. Zhao Long, who was walking, suddenly saw a different statue, and he walked over curiously and sighed while pinching the lower body of this statue.

After walking a few more steps, Zhao Long knew what these statues were so realistic.

He remembered one of the monsters of the Underworld, the Dark Demon of the Abbey, the ultimate evolution of the Sinking Demon here.

He swallowed his saliva after remembering the warm feeling of little JJ, and suddenly ran away.

"Ah~~" Seeing Zhao Long running, all the statues moved and shouted.

"Mamma Mia, it's really a dark demon, or hundreds", Zhao Long, who was running, shouted after looking back when he heard the voice coming from behind him.

Zhao Long fled in a panic, and behind him was a large number of screaming statues, and the loudest one was the one who was pinched by the human just now.

"Boom", Zhao Long, who was running for his life in the dark, hit something hard, and then fell to the ground in a daze.

Zhao Long, who was woken up by the screams of the monster that had been chasing him for a long time, struggled to stand up when he was hit in the face by a fireball.

With black smoke coming out of his mouth, he could clearly see the statue that knocked him unconscious and fired the fireball, a two-meter-tall white stone sculpture of four demon heads with large bloody mouths.

Zhao Long, who continued to flee, remembered that this thing was called the Alien Trap, which would shoot fireballs, and it was only available in the underground prison and dungeon.

"It's so beautiful", from a distance, he saw the colorful light shining in front of him, and the panting Zhao Long was amazed, but the next moment he cried.

He ran before and after he saw a large number of ghosts and bone mages of different colors glowing in front of him.

With a sudden brake, Zhao Long's shoes were smoking from the ground due to the sharp friction, and he turned to the right and ran over.

"Help, God, I'm completely lost." , Zhao Long, who had been completely chased by the monster and lost, looked at the dead end in front of him that was less than two meters wide, and listened to the screams of the monsters behind him, he was screaming in despair.

At this moment, he deeply complained that he was not having the teleportation of the mage.

When the gasping monsters saw that there was a dead end in front of them, they all smiled lewdly, and the big smiling smirk.

Looking at the humans under the stone wall who were desperately jumping up and trying to climb and fly over, but fell off the wall again and again, they had become turtles in the urn, and they had forgotten the size of this dead end.

His whole body was scorched black, his back was bleeding, and after killing and chasing him for many days, Zhao Long sat on the ground, took out the map, and looked at it desperately.

"It's over, where the hell am I now? I remember being very close to the teleportation array! Zhao Long rushed to find that these days, because of the need to flee for his life, now he doesn't know that he is in the ground prison.

Half a month's journey, Zhao Long walked for three months, and he finally found the pattern of the underground prison teleportation array that he had been thinking about day and night.

Exhausted, Zhao Long walked into the teleportation array, and after seeing the three people inside, he began to laugh lewdly.

Zhao Long's laughter as if the old bustard had just been sold into the Qinglou Huanghua girl made the three people in the teleportation array inside pale and tremble, and they let out desperate eyes.

These three men are the captain of the Beyond Squad and the other two team members.

After they offended Zhao Long by guarding the teleportation array in the Icy Plains, they were transferred to the ground prison to guard it for almost a year, and there were still three days before someone would come to take over, and they would be able to go out to practice, counting the days of excitement and joy, they never expected that the nightmare they had met again.

Looking at the drooling faces, listening to the terrifying laughter, they had an urge to immediately rush into the teleportation array and flee back to the camp.

"Ha Luha, it's you, great, come on, continue the last massage." Zhao Long found a comfortable position, half-sat on the ground, and pointed to them who had been beaten by him.

"Is it comfortable? Elder Dragon. Mage A, who massaged his back and had panda-eyed eyes, sobbed silently and asked the demon who had just finished beating him.

"Well, Vito, you captain, you can go back to the camp and open a massage parlor, oh, be vigorous." Zhao Long was so comfortable that he screamed.

"Is broth good? Elder Dragon. Holding someone else's hand, his face was bruised and bruised and grinning in pain, and Master B asked the murderer who had just kicked him dozens of feet in front of him.

"Yes, Vivian didn't see that you, a level 29 barbarian, have such good cooking skills, it's really unseemly." Zhao Long praised.

"Is the best fruit wine still in your old mouth? Elder Dragon. Pinching someone else's leg, his nose was still spurting blood, and he was looking up with tears on his head, Luo Gebing asked the scum who had just thrown him over his shoulder and was enjoying himself comfortably.

"Will William didn't expect you to be an expert in drinking, admire and admire." Zhao Long carefully reminisced about the 300-year-old best fruit wine that didn't cost money.

Ten minutes later.

"Yes, you guys are really good, I said why did my right eyebrow suddenly jump today, it turned out to be a good thing, ha, haha." Zhao Long said as much as an emperor.

"It's a good thing for you, but it's the worst thing in life for us." The three of them thought sadly after listening to Zhao Long's words.

"Elder Dragon, there are rumors throughout the camp and the rest of the Rogue Continent that you are going to kill Andariel alone, is it true?"

Zhao Long, who was enjoying himself and preparing to sleep, heard Vito's inquiry.

"Yes, is it weird? Okay, don't disturb my sleep. The next second after Zhao Long answered, he immediately fell asleep.

Zhao Long didn't know what to do, only the hero of Talasha a thousand years ago succeeded in killing Andariel alone, and some people tried later, but they all ended in death, and no one dared to make such an attempt until now.

Looking at Elder Long, who was so tired that he fell asleep after a trip, listening to his answer, Vito and the three of them bowed respectfully.

A day later, Zhao Long, who was satisfied with the registration and teleportation array, robbed 99% of the food and wine of the three of Witt and set off with his little PP.

Watching the demon walk out of the teleportation array, the three of them instantly shed tears of joy and rebirth from hell to heaven, and they hugged each other and jumped together crying excitedly.

Fighting and killing all the way, Zhao Long stood at the entrance of the third floor of the underground prison, and after shaving his beard, he walked down the stairs after resting.

Zhao Long, who was running on the third floor of the underground prison, saw a person who had been dead for a long time, naked all over his body, his limbs were chained, and he was lying on the slaughtering bed in a large shape.

I couldn't see the face clearly, most of the body was highly decomposed and emitted a foul smell, the stomach of the corpse had been disemboweled, it was already covered with corpse worms, and in some places there were only bones left.

Zhao Long silently took out his weapon and broke the chains and buried the corpse with a spell, which was the thirtieth corpse he had seen in the past month.

When he walked out of the third floor of the underground prison and came to the outside of the inner corridor, Zhao Long desperately breathed in the fresh air, and his experience and experience in the underground made him very depressed.