Darkness, the deepest, deepest darkness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is not the so-called ordinary darkness of reaching out and not seeing your fingers. Rather, it had a suffocating feeling, a hint of coldness in the darkness.

Originally, Trist's hometown was in the midst of darkness, and he was as familiar with the darkness as we are with the light. But he had never encountered such darkness. It seemed that the darkness had stripped him of all sentient functions. Trist gave up using dark vision. The dark vision that used to work underground is now useless. He closed his eyes tiredly. Let the men in front of him pull him forward with ropes. Every now and then he stumbles - yes, in the midst of this darkness, Trist, a master of blind fighting, actually has a feeling that he has a bad balance. On the other hand, what happened to him when he was arrested just now also made him exhausted.

In the battle, the opponent easily crushed his resistance, he knew what it was, it was psionic energy. It's what the octopus heads are good at. Trist couldn't help but wonder who he had been captured. Was it the octopus heads, or was it the mercenary leader, Jalaso? The people who escorted him were silent, and he really couldn't figure it out.

Well, this is not the first time he has been captured, and he is determined to adapt to all changes. After all, the last time he fell into the hands of the Ban Rui family, he still escaped after being tortured. After many births, deaths, and deaths, he was already a little numb.

In Icewind Hollow, Bruno thought he was dead and dead with Ntrili. But he was alive and kicking in front of Bruno again. Later, he thought that Bruno and the dragon had died together, but Bruno had returned. There were many, many more similar encounters, such as when they thought Wolfgar was dead, but he later came back - fortunately, he found another woman and didn't bother Katie Brill too much. Even the killer, Entreili, died and came back to life again and again, and the ghost never went away.

Soon, Trist was taken to a seat and then handcuffed. Trist felt a biting coldness. But he could only endure it, after all, from his experience after being captured, those people didn't care about his feelings.

A glimmer of light appeared, faintly. This made Trist's heart sink. The faint light reminded him of the candles lit by the priestesses in his homeland—the faint light of the fire to keep from stinging the sensitive eyes of the dark elves. Could it be that Trist has once again fallen into the hands of those cruel compatriots?

But as he adjusted to the light and saw the three condescending creatures on the high platform in front of him, he knew he hadn't fallen into the hands of the dark elves. But something else, an enemy he had never seen before.

The three men were dressed differently and racially different. The one in the center, looking like a humanoid. In fact, she looked like a pretty, youthful, teenage human girl, but the wolf ears that came out of her hair and the wolf tail with a white tail revealed her identity. I saw that she was combing herself with a comb, ignoring Trist at all.

Trist didn't let her guard down because of her beautiful appearance. Aren't dark elves evil creatures with beautiful appearances? In this world, you can't judge people by their appearance.

The thin, skeletal humanoid creature on the left made even a seasoned ranger like Trist stand on the back of his hair. He knew what that skeleton was. The withered muscles clung to the bones didn't mean much, but the pinpoint-like crimson glow in the hollow eye sockets indicated its identity—the Lich! one of the most dangerous undead. The Lich is terrifying not only for its immense magic, but also for its evil intelligence. Trist began to get worried, he didn't know what the other party was going to do to him. He was really scared, more terrified than he had been to Ertu. He fears that the enemy will unearth something from him with magic to his friend's detriment. But he was bound there, unable to move. Not to mention drawing a cutlass to defend yourself. In fact, he believed that even with two knives in hand, he could do nothing against these enemies in front of him. The strength of the enemy was out of his expectation. He had never seen a ruthless character so skilled in combat. In Trist's opinion, even Lady Erastro could not do anything in front of them.

The character on the far right seems to be the one who directly subdued Trist just now. Because Trist saw a spirit crystal servant flying around his head. He also appears to be an undead, but Trist can't figure out which one it is. It's just that I feel very similar to the three kinds of undead, but it's not like it. Right now, the undead is flipping through a large book, muttering something.

In the case of limited eyesight, hearing will become extraordinarily sensitive, and Trist vaguely hears words like "combat power" and "full open".

After a few moments, the girl in the middle spoke.

"We think, don't wait. The trial can already begin. As for Shuma, it is not too late to wait for him to be arrested before going to trial. There was no need to put him on trial with Trist. ”

"Agreed. After a tooth-aching sound, the lich spoke.

"Agreed. Another undead also made a statement.

Immediately, more lights came on. Trist struggled to twist his head, and found a large number of unrecognizable figures sitting behind him. Who is that? Trist didn't know.

Hearing the words "trial", Trist learned more about his situation.

Trist is also a well-informed old adventurer. He had seen so many trials. There is a very formal trial, with lawyers, judges, prosecutors, witnesses, and juries. There are also trials in which the person in power has the final say. I've even heard about secret trials in the basement. The form of the trial can sometimes indicate whether the trial is fair - at least whether there is an attempt to be semblance of justice. And judging from the current situation, this time he is more than lucky. Because he simply doesn't see anyone defending himself.

The trial is about to begin.

Trist moved as much as he could, hoping to make himself more comfortable. He had a feeling that the trial would last a long time. He guessed that the Inquisitors would probably play some word game to trick him.

"What are you going to judge me?" asked Trist. He planned to strike first and test the other party.

Hearing his question, the maiden among the judges immediately replied, "Because you have committed a grave crime." ”

"Crime, what crime?" asked Trist again. He guessed that it was probably because of the accidental killing of the Moon Elf Maiden. That's one thing he's been remorseful about. Although he had to act like that in that situation, he was still worried that the other party would blame him for the incident.

"No, not that. The lich said. "It's another thing, you probably won't forget the demon named Ertu that you slashed back home. ”

Ertor Trist remembered the demon, of course. He wouldn't forget how the demon had ravaged his friend. Nor will they forget the cunning traps set by that demon. Are these people in front of him Ertu's men or allies? Trist was nervous. If that's the case, his results will certainly not be better.

"My crime is because I attacked Ertu?" said Trist, despite his doubts, asking the Inquisitor directly. The will of this battle-hardened ranger is not so easy to destroy. "Then I can say that I refused to admit that it was a crime, on the contrary, it was my move. I have no regrets about sending Ertu back to his homeland. If I had to do it again, I would still make the same choice. ”

"I think you're mistaken, your crime isn't that you hacked Ertu back home. The girl in the middle said.

"Not because of that?" Trist was a little confused. He didn't understand what the other meant.

"We're not against a few demons rolling over. The undead on the right spoke. "But the question is, what are you! What kind of thing! What are you?"

"......" Trist was completely dazed, he didn't understand why the other party was excited.

"Two knives, you used that famous scimitar to freeze to death, and it only took two knives to overturn Ertu. The lich on the left prompted. And Trist nodded subconsciously.

"What kind of thing are you!huh? What are you doing with your little ability? You piece of waste!Tell you, with the full expansion, I can easily beat you all over the ground with a level 7 psychic warlock card!" the undead on the right growled.

"Based on our calculations of your strength, there is no way you can defeat Ertu under the circumstances. The girl in the middle spoke again.

"So, you are guilty, and you are guilty of a great crime. The lich said coldly.

"What am I guilty of?" asked Trist, feeling more and more confused.

"Crime of violating the rules of the DND. The girl in the middle said.

"You have no right to judge me like this. Trist protested.

"I have power, of course I have power. I can dispose of you at will, play with you at will. My PC's uncle is an English aristocrat, so what do you have to say? Commoners should live a commoner life, don't think about those empty things. The girl in the middle said—no, not a girl. When "she" proudly proclaimed these inexplicable words, Trist found that "she" was excited, speaking faster, her voice was excited, her eyes were shining, and more importantly, Trist noticed that "her" was bulging in her lower body. It turned out that it wasn't a girl, just a boy dressed as a girl. Thinking of "she" just now, she was a little charming and wanton and cute. Trist had a chill.

"Now that you're convicted, I can stab you now. As he spoke, the one in the middle showed a knife, "From now on, every word you say, I will cut your tongue." After saying that, "she" smiled coquettishly again.

"......" Trist is not an easy person to give into. But in this case, it is useless to say more. So he simply kept silent.

"It's time to prepare for the next trial, hasn't Shuma been arrested yet?" He's a bit tough to deal with. "Cut, sooner or later, I've seen his card, it's just a scrap. "That's that, the undead master's psionic energy is getting stronger and stronger, naturally ......" In front of Trist, there was such a discussion on the stage. Then Trist heard them say that since Shuma hadn't been captured yet. Then judge the thief first.

Hearing this, Trist became worried, and he was worried that the thief the enemy was referring to was his friend, Regis the Halfling.

A moment later, the door opened, and the person who was escorted in was none other than Regis!

Right now, this halfling thief is already in a state of six gods and no master. When he saw that his friend, Trist, the two-knife ranger who had been protecting him, had also been captured at this moment. Regis was even more terrified. Although he was also once captured by the cruel Ntrili and tortured. But the scene is clearly more terrifying.

As Regis was also firmly anchored to an awkward chair. The trial began again.

"Have you ever accompanied Trist, Wolfgar, and Bruno through the Troll Wasteland?" was again the teenager in the middle who asked first.

Hearing the other party ask, Regis nodded stunned

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As soon as the troll stood upright, Regis drew fire into its face. Its head burst into flames, then screamed in pain and fell from the knoll, bringing deadly fire to its companions. The lich uttered this passage in a stereotypical voice, and then asked Regis "Is the above material true?"

Regis nodded again.

"Ridiculous! What a thing!" the undead on the right roared again, "Troll, life dice: (6d8+36 (63hp)." First Strike: +2......" The undead began to gush and Trist heard him muttering something "Dark Vision" and "Iron Will". Finally, he uses the phrase "Level adjustment: +5." "I did the finishing touch.

"So, you can't just set that troll on fire with a single fire, and you can't let that fire burn more trolls in one fell swoop. That's right, trolls have the ability to regenerate and have to deal with fire and acid. But fire only deals normal damage to trolls. It doesn't work wonders for trolls. How could you burn a troll to death with a little bit of fire, I think it would only do a little damage?" said the lich on the left.

"Therefore, we believe that the crime is convicted. The same is the anti-DND rule crime. The teenager in the middle announced.

Regis is a man of the times. So he simply didn't say a word, waiting for the enemy to have any other tricks.

But the judges did not continue to judge him, nor did they use torture. After talking to each other for a while, they nodded in satisfaction. Then an order was given to bring the next person on trial to the scene.

At this point, both Trist and Regis become worried, and they worry that it will be their friends who will be brought in next. They speculated that the other party had set their sights on the Mithril Five and wanted to arrest and interrogate the members of them one by one.

But when the door opened, they breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't their friend who entered, but a well-mannered knight they didn't know at all. He looks very decent. It seems that this is the Shuma they just mentioned.

At this moment, the group of people who had been forgotten by Trist suddenly stirred up in the back, and there was a burst of shouts among them: "Sister Taxis is full of stuffing!!" "Kouhu, we should praise Sister Rose!" "Lady Pain, Lady Pain!" "Shar is loaded!" Although the commotion was great, the three people on the judgment bench did not stop it.

Hearing such a commotion, Trist became nervous again, this trial seemed to be really auspicious. He didn't know who Taxis was, but he knew the names of Rose and Shar!

"Sister Taxis probably doesn't have three editions of the material. "Not really. "Then let's just use the Tiamat settings. "Agreed. "Agreed. ”

The trial was a real eye-opener for Trist. The inquisitors blamed Shuma, saying he didn't deserve to win that battle. After a while, the young man in the middle said that Shuma could not stop a breath from Taxis because he rode the silver dragon, and that he should be killed in the first round. After a while, the lich said that Shuma's HP was only 120, and that breath would definitely calm him down. Then there's the undead on the right who spat at (that's interesting, the undead who spat at it. From base attack judgment to grappling to size correction to DC to AC. Anyway, I said it all over again.

According to their arguments, it was very simple, just as Trist could not cut Ertu at the time, so he should be tortured to death by the other party. Regis couldn't light the trolls at the time, and he should have killed people on the spot and been eaten by the trolls. Shuma couldn't beat Taksis either. It should have been easily bombarded to the slag by Taxis.

When the people on the judgment seat finally finished the trial, the problem arose.

"We should let them rewrite. Didn't you say El Salvador was going to rewrite Icewind Dale?" "Good idea, good idea. "But will El Salvador really listen to us?"

There was silence, and there was a sudden silence on the judgment seat.

"yes, probably won't listen to us. "Our power is still too small. "Rush out of Asia to the world!" "Ahem, don't talk about that, let's break through the post bar and go to the forums first." "Unfortunately, there is no way, let them go. ”

Then, the dazed Trist and the others, as if they had been arrested inexplicably, were also inexplicably let out.

This absurd trial ended like this.

So, that's it, although they captured Trist and the others, and also made a trial. But it's useless, it's useless! In the DND world, El Salvador is more famous than them! Obviously, these people don't dare to mess with those big bulls.

But please be careful, readers, although they don't dare to mess with those big bulls, but they are easy to deal with the starting point author. When you write, you must have the Three Treasures Book and the calculator at hand, and preferably, prepare the dice! At each step of writing, you must really throw the dice, see what the result of the dice is, and decide how to write. Otherwise, maybe your protagonist will be taken away by them for trial!

Of course, although they have the spirit of the secret police, they do not have the energy of the secret police, and they are really judged, in fact, it is nothing. Not long ago, they tried an author, saying that his book was poisonous! said that the damage of the fire oil incendiary bottle was only 1D4, and it could not seal the regeneration of the cold snake lizard!(To seal the regeneration of the cold snake lizard, you need to deal 5 damage, well, almost, really bad.) ）

But so what? Even if they grab you, they can't do anything to you. They are not big bulls in the DND circle.

And those big bulls in the DND circle, such as Xuanyin or Lao Xie. It seems to me to be tolerant.

Perhaps, sometimes half a bottle is easy to shake, and that's true.