Night!

The wind swept the clouds, and the moonlight sometimes loomed, shining on the sparkling sea.

An isolated island is located beneath a mountain cliff, and the tide has submerged most of it, and the ruins of the castle are faintly visible on the high ground above the water.

In the dim night, there are occasional thunderbolts, illuminating this corner of the world.

Suddenly, the sound of roaring propellers was heard in the distance, and the lights of two transport helicopter gunships shone and began to circle around the island.

"The location of the cliff estuary is the secret passage into the castle prison." Alexander calmly said that he was very familiar with the prison where his son was held, but he did not have the courage to release him, it would be a disaster.

Don't ask Alexander why such a stubborn person came, Russell said that in case, could he not come!

On the two transport planes, in addition to the werewolf brother who carried ultraviolet weapons, there were also four half-bloods including Amelia, and the four of them came voluntarily.

Lucien and Serena are in return for their kindness, and Russell helps them settle their 600-year-old hatred and is willing to serve him. Especially Lucien, who is willing to saddle the horse before and after, and considers himself a dog-legged person every day, a very real person.

Amelia is purely impure in motives, she covets the light in Russell's body, and wants to take it for herself. Michael is about the same as her, just the coveted person is different.

Four thugs with good melee ability and thick skin sent him to the door, and Russell naturally would not refuse, even if he knew that some people coveted his beauty and wanted to snap him.

If you are handsome, you will be sought after wherever you are, Russell has long been used to it!

Looking down at the estuary below, Russell beckoned slightly, splitting the sea to reveal the entrance to the prison.

After the helicopter fell, he turned over and jumped down, a splash of water hit him, and dragged him steadily at his feet.

The others didn't have his ability, and they fell from a height of ten meters, stepping on the masonry and casting awe-inspiring glances.

The group sorted out their weapons, and under the leadership of Alexander, they walked into the prison cave, using special keys to open the mechanism along the way, and went deeper and deeper layer by layer.

"Alexander, I see you're familiar with this place, haven't you been here before?"

In the face of Russell's ridicule, Alexander chose to remain silent, and he did come often.

Every time he missed his son, he would come and talk to William through the coffin board, mainly because he was saying that William was howling blindly.

Alexander was always steady, except for the extreme doting and indulgence of his son, there was nothing else to spit out, Russell teased and began to look around.

The blue light in his eyes lit up, looking for clues.

When Alexander told the story, he had some guesses in his heart that the real identity of the snake beggar might be a wizard, referring to the white-robed mage Saruman, who trained strong orcs, and was a biologist in the wizarding world.

Alexander's mutated bloodline attracted wizards, who tried to test on him and were denied, so they chose to do it on his son.

This analysis is reasonable, and it is 90% similar to the truth, and Russell silently praised his IQ.

As for why the mage was not burned to death and where he fled, the truth is in this prison, Russell estimated that it was a teleportation array, just like the nameless female corpse he encountered, and the entrance to the seal was a teleportation array.

Ten minutes later, the group, led by Alexander, swerved to the bottom floor and saw the huge coffin where William was being held.

Russell's eyes narrowed, and under the coffin like an iron lady, he saw a rich dark light and shadow.

"Move the coffin to the side, there's something underground."

There is no magic, it is not a teleportation array, and it is a bit wrong with his speculation. But it wasn't a big problem, the dark light and shadow swirled like a whirlpool, and the color difference was clear from the surroundings, and he couldn't hide his magical perception.

Everyone was a little stunned when they heard this, the iron coffin was embedded in the rock wall of the mountain, and if they wanted to move it away, they could only use explosives, and they all looked at Alexander.

I'm going to blow up your son, okay?

Alexander had a black face, and sure enough, if he didn't come with him, William would be in trouble!

"Give me some time, I'll release William first, and you can do it later." After Alexander finished speaking, he opened the iron coffin with a special key before Russell could speak.

The group was all stopped, and in terms of bloodline, except for Russell, everyone else here could be regarded as Alexander's descendants, and they still respected him.

Russell didn't care much, the werewolf ancestor William was very strong, but he was there, and the son couldn't make any waves.

"Roar Roar Roar ————"

Inside the coffin, the two-meter-tall silver-gray erect giant wolf was angry, smelling the smell of people in the air, and immediately entered a state of rampant killing, letting out a roar that had been suppressed for many years.

"William! Calm down, I'm your father. ”

It was okay not to say it, but as soon as he said it, William became angry, he recognized the voice, and for three days he was chattering crookedly outside the coffin board, so noisy that he couldn't sleep.

"Roar, roar!!"

William wielded his sharp wolf claws and grabbed his old father's neck, his bloody mouth wide open, and his fangs gnawed up.

Smack!

Alexander withdrew his arm, nodded to Russell, and turned to his son, who was glued to the wall.

I said that I am your father, and you still want to bite me!

Alexander was so sad that he forgot about his stupid son's IQ arrears for a while, and raising his fist was a love education.

Lao Tzu beat his son, the scene has always been pleasant, and the group watched the excitement happily, until Russell coughed lightly, then reacted, picked up the masonry on the ground, and began to bury explosives.

Russell stepped aside, and saw Alexander beating William up and beating him from a tyrannical werewolf to a howling husky, and he was secretly happy.

However, when I thought of the layout of the prison, I couldn't help but mutter.

What a coincidence!

William's coffin was pressed against the top of the black vortex, just like the eyes of the Great Array, when Victor ...... No, when Serena's family built the prison, there must have been something wrong with the feng shui gentleman they were looking for.

But soon, he overturned his ridiculous idea, where did the Western world come from, and the time was not right.

The prison was built six hundred years ago, and Alexander chased the wizard here fourteen hundred years ago, and the interval between them was too long, perhaps...... What a coincidence.

"My lord, the explosives have been planted."

"Be careful, don't blow up the cave."

"Please rest assured!"

……

Rumble! Rumble! Boom ————

Creatures that get along with dogs are very good at breaking down houses, and werewolves are no exception, and several of Lucian's subordinates are good at playing explosives, and after calculating, blasting rocks layer by layer.

The paranormal event soon followed, and after a blast, the crumbling rock vanished into thin air, leaving a smooth flat ground on the ground.

Russell's magic poured into his eyes, and the smooth marble floor vanished, replaced by a dark vortex.

Just as he was amazed, the cross necklace on his chest slowly floated and moved towards the whirlpool at the speed of a snail.

Russell: "......"

He silently clenched the cross, his heart already stirring up a monstrous wave, and the ordinary smiling face of Sister Medellín came to mind. I didn't think anything at the time, but now that I think about it, every sentence of the old man reveals a deep meaning.

"Give it to a traveler who has gone away, and the Lord will bring you good luck......" muttering what Sister Medellín had said, Russell couldn't help but sigh that those who sweep the floor are monsters, and this routine works not only in the East, but also in the West.

Lucian looked at the smooth flat ground, saw that Russell did not speak, and leaned into ...... He didn't jump down, took out a grenade, tore off the pull ring and threw it in.

There was silence and nothing happened.

Everyone looked at each other, waiting for someone to volunteer to explore the way, but none of the hairy people stood up.

Lucien was eager to try: "My lord, why don't you let me ......"

Russell shook his head slightly, Lucian's performance won him a lot of favor, and he would not let the other party take the lead, his eyes swept around like a knife, and finally fixed on Amelia.

Amelia's face changed, not because she was greedy for life and afraid of death, but because she was afraid that after she died, she would not have a caring person to serve Russell, so she immediately hugged his arm, indicating that the great evil thing was still valuable, at least it was eye-catching.

Russell pondered the same truth, and cleared his throat: "Alexander, look at this... This one...... William...... You know!