"Hehehe...... Like you can see, hungry? Then open the door and come out, and when it comes to the meal, the people on it will naturally sprinkle the seasoning, and then, dinner will begin. ”

The old man bit his lower lip and laughed wildly, it was obvious that such behavior made Draenor feel a little uncomfortable.

It is not clear whether these are just the nonsense of a madman or some profound meaning, the corners of Draenau's eyes twitched slightly, and he said to the old man, "You haven't answered my question yet, is what you just said 'predation'?" ”

He let go of the palm that was covering his mouth and nose, and although his body had changed a lot because of the curse, at least he was still Canaanite in nature, and the aconitum pollen that had been sprinkled from the sprinklers had little effect on him.

"You kid, aren't you a Licos?" The emaciated figure stared at him in surprise and said, "What an interesting one, a foreigner! So you're a freak too, and I'm sure we'll get along......"

The old man scrutinized Draenor's posture with his head in his head, and finally landed on his blue eyes, "Hmm...... It's not just a foreigner, an old Canaaniite, is it? ”

"Old Canaan"? It's really the first time I've heard this term, could it be that there is still a distinction between the old and the new on the mainland? The jump in topic made Draenor confused for a while, he himself was in a fog about the situation in front of him, and he even had to go to great lengths to try to learn what information he had from the mouth of a madman.

"Since you're locked up in Snowway's dungeon, it's not that simple, right?"

The old man raised an eyebrow and asked him, and the situation that annoyed Draenor the most was in front of him - answering questions with questions. None of his problems have been solved, and this guy has two new problems.

Draenor frowned, stretched out his arm and pressed the old man's trembling head, "To answer my question, what is going on in this dungeon?" ”

From the other party's eyes, the old man seemed to see some strange fire, and after hesitating for a moment, the old man finally nodded, and said, "This is the shadow of Snowway, the nightmare of the Licos, all the prisoners who are captured in Snowway will be sent here, and no one here knows what kind of criminal law they will usher in, and some don't even know what crime they have committed." ”

The old man stared into Draenor's eyes, his Adam's apple sinking visibly, and continued, "After a long time, you will find that even the jailer will not be able to see it, and the water can only drink the sewage leaking from the ceiling, fortunately, there is a lot of food here......"

"Food?" Draenor turned his head and looked around, there was no trace of any utensils in the rooms opposite, not even the residue of food, "Where is the food?" ”

The old man grinned again, pointing at himself with one hand and poking Draenor in the chest with the other.

"Here, and here...... Aren't we all food? ”

It didn't take much thought for Draenor to understand what the old man was trying to say, hunger tormented the prisoners' bodies and minds until they couldn't bear it anymore and ran out of the cell, at which point was the "meal" that the old man had said before, and the people in charge of the dungeon would open the mechanism and scatter the aconitum pollen into the corridor, prompting the poor people to turn into ferocious beasts and kill each other.

Predator, Aconitum grass, werewolf ...... Even if he couldn't see what was happening on the side of him clearly, Draenor basically understood the true face of this dungeon just by relying on the words that came to mind. There are indeed few guards in the dungeon, there is no civilized order here, and the iron fence is not to prevent prisoners from escaping, but the only safety that the beast can rely on when it appears.

"In other words, the Licus people who were sent here completely lost their right to be human, and were forcibly instilled with aconitum herbs to awaken their inner bestiality?" Draenor let go of his arm, he wondered if the old man's previous actions were implying that he would one day be eaten as food by the werewolves.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Nothing like that! The old man suddenly stared at him seriously and shouted in a scolding tone, and then slowly leaned in front of him with a strange smile, "They are all voluntary!" ”

Draenor was a little shocked by these words, for the Lycos turning into a werewolf because of aconitum or a full moon was a physiological atavistic phenomenon, but it was also a genetic defect that made them feel ashamed. The Lycos believed that they had become beasts because of the animalistic nature left in their ancestors, so they generally chose to remain in human form unless absolutely necessary.

But for such a Lycos, they would voluntarily become bloodthirsty beasts because they could not bear the torture of hunger, and even did not hesitate to devour their own kind.

On the surface, it looks like it's just an ordinary dungeon, but Draenor now feels like he's in hell, and it's definitely something that someone did on purpose. He turned to stare into the old man's eyes and continued to ask, "Then why treat prisoners like this?" Isn't the royal family afraid of the prisoners rebelling? ”

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Rebellion? Unfortunately, most people are actually quite willing to live in a dungeon according to these rules...... The people on the dungeon hope to awaken the beastly nature of the prisoners by creating this return to the primitive environment, and select powerful warriors from them to send them to the arena to fight the beasts. Although the hope of victory is slim, it is also the only way for the prisoners who have committed capital crimes to regain their freedom. ”

After listening to the old man's words, Draenor couldn't help but fall silent, and he noticed that the walls around the room were almost full of scratches that were slanted left and right, and every four vertical scratches would be split horizontally, which should record the old man's days and nights in the dungeon.

"You must have carved these, right? How long have you been here? Draenor asked the old man.

"Five years? Decade? …… Twelve years, right? It's not too old for my age. The old man showed a mouthful of dark yellow teeth and smiled bitterly.

Twelve years!? Draenor almost shouted, thank God for surviving for half a month without food and water like this, an old man like this has lived in a dungeon for twelve years? It's too outrageous to think about it!

But he quickly regained his composure, and according to the old man's previous statement, the prison was not completely devoid of food sources, and perhaps he also relied on the powerful power he gained after turning into a beast to kill the other prisoners, and survived in this savage way to this day.

"Even you're going to turn into a bloodthirsty beast, aren't you?" Draenor became alert, looking around to find any weapon that would come in handy.

"Don't excite young people, I think I'm still a civilized person, and I'm also old, so it's better to stay away as much as possible. There is plenty of water on the ceiling, and there are a lot of legged pieces of meat in the dungeon, so why kill people? ”

Draenor looked in the direction the old man pointed, the corner was so tightly covered by him that he didn't even notice that it was full of rodent bones, water droplets were rising from a corner of the ceiling, and there was even a precipitated calcium on the ground.

"Twelve years in a place like this? You guy...... Who the hell is it? ”

The old man seemed to struggle to find the shattered memories in his mind, and then he laughed maniacally, staring at Draenor with those golden eyes.

"Nothing special, except that there used to be a loud name - Willestar."

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