Draenor lay on the bed and let the time tick by, and it looked like Will was asleep, and the only time could the guy settle down a bit.

The battle that had just taken place kept him awake, and the old madman had said before, freedom? If you don't lift the curse, you will lose your life, where can you manage any freedom?

He's had had enough of Will's self-talk, and it seems that the other party doesn't realize that he is also a victim in the dungeon, and instead pretends to be a bystander while he survives.

Victory didn't matter to him anymore, Draenor didn't really want to get a chance to leave the dungeon, he just wanted to prove himself to Will with this hunt, proving that he was worthy of the precious "blood of the long king".

It's good to be able to leave the dungeon, but it also means that you'll be taken to the Colosseum to continue fighting with those unknown monsters.

According to Will's previous account, anyone who left the dungeon seemed to have vanished from the world, and Draenor didn't believe that meant they had really regained their freedom, and he was sure that the poor creatures had been reduced to fodder for the beasts in the Colosseum. Take 10,000 steps back and say that even if he did survive in the Colosseum, he would lose the chance to lift the curse forever because he left the dungeon.

Draenor turned his head to look up the hallway, and saw that there was indeed something reflecting a faint light from the brick cracks between the nozzles, and he had only thought that it was a droplet of water leaking from somewhere, but he didn't expect it to be a strange device.

"In other words, the 'overseers' see me as the 'strongest' of the dungeon and will take me out of the dungeon soon?"

He didn't care if he disturbed the madman's sleep, at least the person who pretended to sleep wouldn't be bothered by any noise. Will, who was lying opposite, smiled and didn't say anything, just bowed his head slightly in affirmation.

"But you also said that the curse has not been completely lifted, has it? You are my only hope before the full moon falls, and I believe you will not die without help. ”

Although these words were not convincing, there was no other way for Draenor to ask Will for help, and everything he had experienced after being reborn made him have to believe in the existence of fate, and he was nothing more than a powerless ant in the face of that mysterious and dark abyss, no matter how much he struggled to escape from its clutches.

Before Will could reply, a voice came from the hallway.

"Prisoners of cell thirteen, get out of the cell immediately!"

Draenor turned his head to look down the hallway, and then said to himself, "Cell 13? It can't be the one I'm in, right? ”

Will stretched out his finger and pointed to the iron door, and after closer inspection, Draenor realized that the Roman number "Thirteen" was engraved in an inconspicuous place on the deadbolt.

"I didn't expect the morning to come so quickly...... It's your turn, and you have to find a way to survive. Trust me, this won't be our last goodbye, good luck! ”

Looking back, he saw Will's face showing more seriousness than ever. Draenor hesitated, but it seemed that he could only trust the old madman this time, and he couldn't tell if the other party had some ingenious plan.

The sound of the radio was heard again, and Draenor pushed open the iron door and returned to the hallway, looking sideways to see that the corridors were empty, and even the werewolves had long since disappeared.

"And then? What do I need to do? ”

Confusion filled Draenor's heart, and he felt a little angry, and he finally overcame his fear and survived the dungeon, only to be toyed with by an invisible voice.

After less than two minutes, the wall at the end of the left side finally trembled and fell into the ground, and a blinding light shone in this direction.

He had to raise his hand to cover his vision, it was only past five o'clock in the morning, and it was obvious that it would not be sunlight shining in.

After a few blinks, the pupils finally adjusted to the glare in front of them, a spotlight made of a one-way mirror, and in the light there was a group of strange figures rising and falling in the light, wearing black robes, a totem of a wolf's head on their chests, and a hood on their heads that covered the bridge of their noses.

Draenor was sure that it was the so-called "Overseer" who appeared in front of him, but for some reason, he always felt that he had seen something like this before.

"Prisoner Chadwick, hands behind your back!"

Draenor didn't know which figure gave the order to him, but he clearly saw that the other man was facing him with a spear in his hand, so he had to do as the other man commanded, put his hands behind his back, and slowly crouched down.

Spear-wielding retinues stood in two rows along the corridor, facing away from each other and raising their guns to aim at the prisoners in the dungeon. At this time, a few people standing in the light walked straight towards Draenor.

The mysterious man standing in the center lifted Draenor's chin with his cane, looked at it for a moment before waving to the two beside him, and the next second the two took out the shackles from behind him and went around Draenor's back.

Just as he was about to resist, a wail suddenly came from the cell in the distance:

"My lord! Please save me, my lord! This guy may have malaria, give us some medicine! ”

"Back to the cell!" The guard slammed the butt of his rifle against the iron railing and yelled at the prisoner.

"Please, open your grace! I've been bitten by some strange bug, and we're going to die if we continue like this! ”

Bang!

A thunderous sound could be heard from a distance, and the moment the gunfire rang out, it was obvious that Draenor could hear something fall to the ground. These guys are really murderers, and it seems that it is better not to act rashly.

Draenor tried to keep his composure, allowing his followers to shackle their limbs.

"Stand up and walk slowly towards the light source."

What the hell...... Draenor almost cursed, responding to the mysterious man's command, standing up and slowly moving towards the end of the hallway.

Just as he was about to reach the exit, the attendant who had fired the gun suddenly ran to the side of the mysterious man and whispered:

"My lord, those two prisoners do have malaria, what should we do?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the mysterious man sneered disdainfully, knocked on the iron railing with his cane and ordered the other party:

"These rooms are closest to the exit, you can't let the plague spread, you know what to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, Draenor felt someone pull back from him, and after a moment of staggering, he finally left the dungeon, and what appeared in front of him was a staircase that stretched upwards with countless knots.

Bang, bang, bang!!

A steady stream of gunfire rang out from the dungeon, accompanied by heart-rending wails that reached Draenor's ears. Are these people crazy? Most of the time malaria is only transmitted through mosquito bites, and those are nothing more than innocent patients!

"My lord, the single-digit cell has been cleared."

"That's enough, as long as these cells are kept clean, the disease doesn't spread to the ground. The corpses are left in the dungeon, and the other prisoners will dispose of them. ”

These people were not thinking about the prisoners at all, but fearing that the disease would spread to the surface. In their eyes, prisoners are like livestock locked up in the ground, and it seems that the 'Regulators' are not trying to sift through any powerful warriors, but have no intention of bringing them back to the surface alive in the first place!

Draenor gradually understood the deep meaning of Will's words, "winning freedom in the Colosseum" was just a pretense, all to satisfy the evil desires of the nobles, that is, even if he could survive the Colosseum, he would inevitably be executed on the spot.

The moment he walked up the stairs, he suddenly felt his body sink and fell to his knees on the ground.

Someone put a black burlap bag on his head, and his eyes were so dark that he couldn't see his surroundings at all, but he heard a person approaching and whispering in his ear:

"Freedom is at hand, and I believe you won't stop there...... Right? ”