Fournick's face felt a pinprick pain in the heat, and he didn't have to wait for the fire to burn, and the third cell near the fire point began to burn with a "boom", and the short and miserable cry of the dying prisoner became the dry wood that fueled the fire.

The heat pressed on each other, which united the orcs who usually killed each other in the cell like never before, and after calling for help to no avail, everyone joined the ranks of the people who smashed the cell door, but unfortunately, no one could break it.

The flames made sweat cheap, and Fortnik took off all his sweat-soaked clothes to get rid of the clingy weight. Most orcs slumped down after a few bangs on the door, their throats itching from thirst and the air they breathed hot from the heat waves. Amid the screams, many people were frightened by fear and forgot that they had a desire to survive. There are fewer and fewer people in the ranks of slamming doors.

But Funnick is absolutely unwilling to die like this, the revenge has not been avenged, and he is not willing to let him be a ghost.

One after another, the orcs stopped moving, and no matter how much Funnick reprimanded, they turned a deaf ear. The orcs with poor constitution had begun to become orcs, and the orcs with good constitution gave up resistance, found a corner of the cell and sat on the floor, and began to chant the prayers that had been silently recited countless times.

The dry wood in the cell has begun to burn, some people put it out, some people ignore it. Fournick continued to bang on the door, and the Lionman's strong bones and strong kinetic energy had caused the anchorage point nailed to the dirt wall to shake. This once again ignited hope in his heart. The desire to survive made him forget the pain in his shoulder, the thirst in his mouth, and the sweat all over his body.

There was also a bang in the next cell, the temperature rose again, and everyone except Fennick gave up resistance and began to overdo it for their souls. The buckle at the anchor point became looser and looser, and Funnick's eyes were only fixed, if it weren't for this buckle, Funnick believed that he would have given up resistance like this group of orcs and enjoyed the last few tens of seconds of his life. Now he could not be at ease, he was the only one who held on to hope among thousands of desperate souls, and the impact had become a mechanical action.

There is less and less oxygen in the air, and the smoke and dust are so thick that the dust in the nasal cavity has rendered the whole nose useless, and the next one is the turn of the wide open mouth.

Finally, the anchorage point was knocked open, and the door frame lost its support and collapsed.

"Run, stop praying!" Funnick yelled at his cellmate, only to realize that the entire cell was left untouched except himself. The intense heat made Funnick no longer think about it, completely ignoring the arms that stretched out from the cells on both sides for help, and Fortnik rushed to the passage as fast as he could.

As it turned out, Funnick's decision was correct, and the moment he reached the entrance of the passage, the entire underground cell burst into flames.

Fleeing up the stone stairs, the ground that was supposed to be safe was greatly surprised by Fernik's expectations, and the entire guard hall was in flames, and the heat once again forced Fortnik into the ground.

Sandwiched between the upper and lower staircases, Funnick really realized what despair is, he wanted to pray, but the recent experience made him feel extremely sick at the thought of prayer, and he thought about whether his wife and children who died tragically in the flames were destined for his family to die in the flames.

Breathing became more and more difficult, and Funnick's mind was already foggy. In a trance, he felt that his hair had begun to burn, and he couldn't let go of his obsession, telling himself that he must not die, however, reality had already issued a verdict for him.

It's the underground caverns, it's cold, it's the sound of dripping water. Funnick felt that he must be dreaming, and legend has it that people remember replays before they die, especially the scenes that are most memorable. Another drop of water dropped, and Funnick just wanted this memory to be finished so that he could see his family again in the next memory.

"Are you awake?"

A familiar voice reached Furnick's ears, and he was immediately awakened, because he knew that this was not a dream! Although I can't remember where I heard this voice. Fortnik's weak body prevented him from looking up, and he opened his mouth twice, trying to speak to no avail.

"Drink some water, Lionman, you're badly wounded."

The speaker generously poured the "free water" that all orcs regarded as a treasure into Vornik's mouth, and the water flowed through his throat, extending a sharp pain before he could feel a trace of moisture and feed life.

After a few sips of water, Funnick could barely open his eyes. The moment his eyes focused on the figure in front of him, a terrifying thought sprung up in Funnick's mind.

"Thank you for saving me." Funnick opened his throat, but the hoarse voice felt unfamiliar to him, Funnick knew that the injury was not light this time, and his throat was damaged: "But I don't think I have to thank you, because you put the fire, right?" ”

"It's worthy of being a chaser, but there is no evidence, why do you suspect me?"

"You saved me, that's evidence." If it were in normal times, Funnick would have finished arguing everything in endless words, but with his current situation, he could only finish the unfinished words in his mind: "An orc, there is no reason who would go to the detention center, and in the surging sea of fire, accurately rescued a lion man and was unharmed, which has confirmed that this orc has done a good job of protection in advance and determined the location in advance." ”

"It's a pity that you're no longer a guardian of the Light, a good chaser." The rhinoceros didn't care if Funnick saw through him.

"Don't you think that setting fire to so many lives is a comparison of conscience?"

"I don't think so. Whoever is locked up in it, except you, deserves to die. Those who don't get in are damned better than those who are locked in. ”

"Save me, what's in it for you?"

"You are a well-known chaser, I want to ask you to help me investigate the case."

"Not anymore. I'm not a guard, I'm a criminal who killed the worms, and my identity no longer qualifies me as a chaser. ”

"Criminals who kill wormmen? Shouldn't those bugs be killed? How did you become a criminal. ”

"This is the regulation of the Gulian Sutra, the orcs kill the insects, they are guilty, and they deserve to die."

"Hahaha, the Gulian Sutra was formulated by the worms, of course, it should be biased towards themselves. Rather, you, orcs, like a regime, whose 80% of its manpower is spent maintaining this regime, don't you think it's a pathology? ”

"I don't think that the strong is king, this is an immutable law."

"Hehe, another strong man is king. Lion, when you said this, did you ever think that not everyone is like you, and the owner has such good conditions to become strong. Like the kobold you killed in Myron's mansion two weeks ago after fighting me. Have you investigated his motives? An orc, if not forced to be helpless, who wants to take up arms and resist a wormman? You didn't even ask, and you shot him? ”

"Am I broken? I didn't kill him, it was Myron, and he said I killed him. ”

"It doesn't matter, but I want to tell you that the Light you believe in is not so pure on the surface, but full of darkness. Take the kobold of the Myron family, who has been a slave all his life, and finally turned into a house slave but found that life has not changed as he imagined, but has been oppressed by his own kind and bullied by insects, and the only way he can think of is to pick up a gun to resist. Now that it's your turn again, did the worm people sentence you to death without asking what happened to you? ”

"Rhino man, we all have to obey the objective laws, these things, isn't what you think should be, what he will become, can we control it?"

"Lion, the two of us can't do anything, but like you and me, there are definitely more than two people who recognize the essence of the 'Holy Light'. Join us and change the world together. ”

"Join you? Darkmoon Protestantism? ”

"It seems that your investigation of me is progressing faster than I thought. That's right, Darkmoon Protestantism. ”

"I know what you are going to do, you don't persuade me so much today, I will also draw you and join you. Tell me about my mission! ”

"What is the progress of the 'Blood of All Souls' investigation?"

"'Blood of All Souls', didn't you steal it?"

"No, we don't have that much energy to use the power of the whole church to snatch one thing."

"This case, the high-level scary, is an operation personally commanded by Aiken, one of the four angels, and the worm named Barron is still alive, so he should have some evidence. This is an uninvestigated case, and I have paid the price for it, and my wife and children have died tragically, and my life has almost ended because of it. ”

"So what are you going to tell me? Are you going to give up? ”

"No, I don't believe in evil. I'm going to get to the bottom of it, no matter how high the level is involved. I'm going to kill all the bugs and avenge my wife and children. I no longer uphold the Light, but I will still stand for righteousness. ”

Hanes smiled secretly in his heart, and Dun Dun listened to him with a serious face: "You have to take care of your injuries first, I have investigated this soil nest, it is an emergency air duct built to change the direction of the wind in the city fire, you recuperate here first, I will leave food and water at the head of your bed, and use this to contact me if you have something." ”

"Having said so much and done so much, you haven't told me what your name is."

The rhinoceros man smiled, and secretly scolded the lion man in his heart for asking knowingly, and at the same time knew that the lionman must have another deep meaning in asking this question: "I am Dun Dun, and I am an ordinary orc slave to the outside, and in secret, I serve the intelligence collection team of the Dark Moon Protestant Special Task Force." The Darkmoon Squad is an organization that wants to overthrow the Zerg regime, restore the freedom of the orcs, and establish a new order. ”

Seeing that Funnick's mentality is getting better and better, Hanes decided to tell him another piece of news: "I originally wanted to tell you when you get better, but now it seems that your state is much better than I imagined, so let me tell you first: Barron is dead, as you said, this case cannot be investigated by ordinary people." ”

Hearing this, the smile on Funnick's face gradually froze for 3 seconds, and then it spread out again, only with a more vicious coldness, and the speed of his speech was steady not so much to say to Dun Dun as to himself: "Very good, overthrow the Zerg regime!" ”