Shayl had already put the chopsticks in his hand to the side, and Ravel's message made her not have the appetite to touch the lamb in the hot pot again.

When Shayl learned that some of the missing high-ranking members of the Eight Great Families were being held in the dungeon, the temperature in the hallway dropped significantly.

Frost gradually condensed on the glass, and Shayl was in a very bad mood right now.

'Lord Odus is here, Your Majesty... Did the helper you asked put in the newsletter really useful? ’

The Frostwolf family in the text message gave several names in turn, all of which Shayl remembered.

Because the Inquisitors who disguised themselves as these people are now the ghosts of Shail's sword, but instead of killing the deity, the Inquisitor imprisoned them in a dungeon somewhere.

I don't know if this news is good or bad for Shayle......

The interior of the Frost Nation has gradually stabilized under Shail's rectification, and the eight major families have also had new patriarchs to succeed them, and these patriarchs who should have died are superfluous.

'Who are the other people in the dungeon?' Can you confirm? ’

Shayl stared at a message on the magic web, Qiao Xiu uploaded a 'cat and mouse episode 1' in the group half a minute ago, this video is not big, but Ravel's progress is very slow.

Judging from the current progress, it will take more than three minutes to download completely, so Shayl asked him to explore the dungeon first.

Others are our nationals, and some look like soldiers of the Holy Church and the Iron Country. ’

Ravel's text message made the Messiah next to him a little unable to sit still.

Shayl made the transcript of his group chat public to everyone in the room.

The Messiah has many acquaintances in the Holy Army... Most of them have been on the battlefields of the Frost Plains, so it's likely that the dungeon also has members of the Holy Cult.

'Not just our soldiers? ’

'And the elves! It seems to be... Frost Elves. ’

When the message surfaced on the group chat, Shayl looked up at Tyrene, who was sitting quietly next to him.

"My people... Is anyone still alive? ”

Tyren stood up and ran behind Shail, her eyes glued to the interface of the net.

"King of men, please let me inquire about their situation."

Tylin's voice sounded very uneasy, mixed with surprise and worry.

"Tylen, I know you're eager..."

At this point, the Dark Elf walked up to Tyren and put his hand on her shoulder, trying to calm Tyrin's emotions.

But when the Dark Elves saw a new message popping up in the text message, the Dark Elves' powerful self-control was on the verge of crumbling.

I saw a purple-skinned elf in the corner, not quite like a frost elf. ’

"Purple skin? Impossible..."

The dark elves' eyes widened, her memory of her own race had died out a hundred years ago.

"The King of Mankind!"

Without waiting for the two elves to urge, Shayl directly edited a line: 'Are there any other non-human beings?' The message went out.

But Ravel didn't reply as he did in the previous sentences.

Answer me at once! ’

Shayl edited another text message asking about him.

'Ravel now... There may not be a way to reply. ’

Qiao Xiu's news popped up at this time.

'No way? ’

Shayl was stunned for a moment, and then in the next second Ravel sent a new message, which was made up of an irregular series of English characters.

This message is not a password or a code, but a message that is simply typed out with a face rolling around the keyboard.

………………

"It used to be a horror game, but now it's an action game... No, you shouldn't complain when you're serious. ”

Qiao Xiu looked at the picture in front of him in the mental space.

Ravel saw five or six elves in the depths of the dungeon, and as he got deeper into it, he came across a dark elf... But the dark elf's hands were chained.

He didn't stop, tentatively trying to make sure the dark elf was still alive... The dark elf snapped open his eyes, and then lunged at Ravel with great speed.

In the next second, what Qiao Xiu saw was that there were all kinds of fierce shaking in the picture in front of him.

Ravel slammed his cheek to the ground, and the dark elf grabbed Ravel's hair and slammed his cheek against the ground a few times.

Unfortunately, the virtual keyboard is also facing Ravel's direction, and Ravel finally found an opportunity to resist after a real face-roll keyboard, turning around and blocking the chain that the dark elf wanted to bind his throat.

"The Inquisitor... Every one of you deserves to be skinned by thorns! ”

The dark elf seemed to be conscious of her own, and the angry and distorted expression on her face made it clear that she was trying to take Ravel's life.

"I'm not a judge." Ravel lowered his voice and explained to the other party that he didn't want to alarm the real Inquisitor, "I'm here to save you!" ”

"I'm going to rip your face off."

Her eyes were already filled with madness, and she couldn't listen to a human at all.

"We need a negotiator, or a Dark Elf negotiator."

Qiao Xiu didn't care about the chat on the text message when he saw this scene, and directly applied for voice communication in the group chat.

The application for this newsletter does not require Ravel's consent...

Qiao Xiu had also considered that the voice communication would be heard by the judge, but if he thought about it, who would care about the surrounding sounds when the "Holy Spirit" was black.

According to the average time of the Holy Spirit in a game is twenty minutes, Ravel has at least ten minutes or so.

"Is Senmian still outside?"

Qiao Xiu pulled the window of the text message group chat in front of him, and the white bird directly embodied a strong sound stone to use as Qiao Xiu's microphone.

"I'm still here, what's going on in that dungeon that humans explore in the Land of Frost?"

Thousand Faces seems to have learned about the situation in the dungeon.

"Leave this alone! Do you speak your dialect there? ”

Qiao Xiu looked at the picture again, Ravel's hands holding the chains were already spilling blood, and he couldn't hold it anymore!

"Tongues? What kind of strange language is this? ”

Thousand Faces didn't understand the meaning of Qiao Xiu's new word.

"It's the Dark Elves! Native dialect, what is the unique language between you dark elves, casually shout a few words into the voice communication. Qiao Xiu said directly and loudly.

Thousand Faces was silent for a brief moment as she listened to this strange request, and she quickly understood the purpose of Qiao Xiu asking her to do this by relying on her reasoning ability.

A strange and ancient language appears in the voice communication, like some kind of spell, and the dark elf who has gone into a frenzy to kill Ravel gradually stops his ways.