didn't know whether to cry or laugh at his recklessness, Lin Jin'er froze with her mouth open, and finally couldn't say anything. But Simora continued.

"I know what you're thinking, do you think we're stupid enough to be freed and then fall into the net."

It seems that not all of the Darkvein Clans talked to Lin Jin'er for the same reason as her. The others around her stared at her with hostility.

"We really don't have enough food to sustain our lives, and if we don't hunt down the weak dwarves, then the Darkstripes will be extinct."

"Why are you explaining this to me, do you think I'm going to sympathize with you?"

Lin Jin'er was indeed sympathetic to them in her heart, different positions did not represent evil, the description of the Darkmark Clan at the beginning was quite different from what she had seen and experienced now, and she sometimes felt that the person who created this plane was the source of evil.

"No, I don't expect any sympathy from you elves, and I've seen you elves kill each other, and I'm disgusted. I'm just telling you this to let you know what a disgusting race you yourself are. ”

Lin Jin'er didn't know how to take it on, and she couldn't refute it. I could only stand still and listen to the prisoner's continued 'ideological education' of himself.

However, after Xinmora said these words, she ignored her and silently curled back into the corner, perhaps because of these words, which made the other Darkvein women treat her friendly.

……………………

Day after day, she is still a guard in this dungeon every day, and now Tina has not appeared, Lin Jin'er has acquiesced in her guessing that someone died for her, although there are still taverns in the town, but she is no longer there now, there is no Gorko, there is no Tina, only a group of companions without any sympathy.

Why, such a beautiful name of the elves gave birth to these selfish creatures? How could I possibly defeat this evil, this is simply an impossible task.

Touching the brand-new pillars in the dungeon, you can see that they are at least trees that have lived for hundreds of years.

"Ahem......"

It seemed that some smoke had drifted into Lin Jin'er's throat, and now it was the deepest time of the night, and it was impossible to have cooking smoke.

"Is it on fire, how can there be smoke? Go up and have a look. ”

Lin Jin'er said to a guard beside her, opened her eyes in a daze and found that the matter seemed to be a little urgent, and hurriedly ran towards the upper floor without looking back. This action also caused the Darkvein prisoners to let out a mocking laugh in their cages.

As the smoke became thicker and thicker, Lin Jin'er also began to get nervous, and when she walked to the staircase, she found that the elves on the first floor had already retreated, and no one even came to tell their companions on the second and third floors.

Hurriedly ran to the next floor, shouted, and finally gathered everyone out.

"Oh no, it is estimated that the people of the Dark-Pattern Clan set the fire, and now that the night is too thick, let's hurry up and ask the elders who can control the light to come over!"

A fairly clever guard alerted the group, and then the group prepared to set off for the place where the elders lived, far from here.

Lin Jin'er followed at the back of the group, walking slower and slower, and her steps became lighter and lighter, and finally slowly retreated when the others were not paying attention, and then ran, and finally returned to the dungeon that had been covered by thick smoke and even the gate had to be found by groping.

Fortunately, the elven guards didn't bring anything because they were fleeing, and the keys to the dungeon were still hanging in the doorman's room on the first floor.

Grabbing a key, he rushed to the second floor, found Simola's cell, and opened the cell door without saying a word.

"What do you mean?"

Simora couldn't believe what Lin Jin'er had done, but she was the first to jump out of the prison door.

"Existence is reasonable, even if it is death, it cannot be burned to death in such pain. You go and save those Darkvein cubs and companions, I'll go to the third floor. ”

Lin Jin'er may know, may not know what she is going to face, whether she will die in the smoke, or in the fire, or under those sharp claws.

Fortunately, although the Dark Pattern Clan and the Elf Clan have always been incompatible, but seeing that they were all released by this guard, none of the men of the Dark Pattern Clan on the third layer made a move against Lin Jin'er.

The light of the fire grew brighter and brighter, like the morning sun shining through the window, fanning the smoke around him while dodging the huge pillars that had been lit like fire dragons.

"Why does it hurt so much......

Lin Jin'er covered her arms, as if something was sticking to them.

"Is it blood?"

Lin Jin'er knows that when people encounter such a situation, the most important thing is to stay awake, not to fall asleep, and not to give up.

"I have not yet defeated evil...... My face hurts, too. ”

The sparks that fell from the roof smashed into her face, and she knew she must be ugly now.

"The elf! This way. ”

In the thick smoke, Lin Jin'er couldn't tell the direction, but she found the location of the exit by that roar.

"Is that you? Simola. ”

"Hurry up!"

Lin Jin'er's feet were already a little disobedient, maybe because she had inhaled too much smoke, or maybe because the skin on her feet had been so hot that she couldn't bear the weight of her body, and she finally collapsed.

-Roar!

Xin Mora hesitated for a moment, looked at her husband who was waving at her above, and finally chose to rush towards Lin Jin'er and carry her behind her.

"Elf, you have to live, and then tell who your family is, we Darktattoo promise that even if you starve to death, it will not hurt your family."

Xinmora yelled, and when she heard the news, several more women of the Dark-Striped Clan ran in, using their excellent eyesight to help Xinmora carry Lin Jin'er out of the dungeon.

The smoke was still there, but the sky was already dark.

The prisoners of the Darkstripe Clan have all gathered outside the dungeon and have not left, and many of their companions are still trapped in the dungeon, although the possibility of survival is very slim, even if it is a powerful race, it is impossible to survive without the air.

A group of Darkvein males sat together, protecting their badly wounded companions.

"You're not lightly injured, but fortunately you're still alive."

After being unconscious for about two or three hours, Lin Jin'er woke up from the wound on her face.

"You're pretty much the same as us now, do you want to take the same look?"

After carrying a bowl of water, Simora sat next to Lin Jin'er, Lin Jin'er saw the smile of the Dark Pattern Clan for the first time, although it was not bright, and even a little crazy, but the light in her eyes still had a beautiful color.

Taking the water bowl, Lin Jin'er lowered her head and drank a few sips, and when she was about to return it to Xinmora, she finally saw her current appearance from the reflection.

The burned skin was a dark red color mixed with dried blood, his hair was burned like weeds on top of his head, and even his fingers were bloody from running for his life against falling stones.