Ash was driven out, against the wall of the slaughterhouse room, from where he had to escape.

He can't stay here anymore, to be precise, he can't stay in Gale Breeze for a long time, the climate in the wasteland is changing, and the matter in Gale Cane must be resolved.

But he alone can't do it, there is no way out here.

The more urgent it is, the more helpless it is.

Unconsciously frightened to the dwarven forging room, the puff burning furnace shines on this small iron room, strange to say, the iron room here is not cold, on the contrary, it is very stuffy.

It doesn't fit in with the winter scene at all.

Lao Li leaned on the iron stove, lowered his body, and hid next to the shelves.

There are a lot of metals on the shelves, cold pressed Mithril, Rat's gold, copper agate, black oil gold, and inferior bronze, many of which cannot be named.

A casual piece is placed on the wasteland for at least a thousand golden hooves, among which the cold pressure Mithril is said to be able to carry out a magic circuit at absolute zero, and it is a perennial sought-after item in the Ice Kingdom.

The temperature of the stove was very high, and Li Zhen trembled and tried to hide himself as much as possible, and after a while, sweat soaked the entire back of his clothes.

He couldn't move, this was the silver dwarf's forge room, and everything around it was orderly, proving that the dwarf hadn't left the iron room.

The Silver Dwarf is cunning, and he can't just stay in an iron prison.

What's more, the Silver Dwarf has the same Mithril business card as him.

The task of cutting the palm was given to the assistant Chris, and the cutting in the slaughterhouse was not much difficult, and now that he had just cut the next jade palm, he had enough time.

A figure came out of the iron wall, Lao Li was breathing, a white-robed human, a little disappointed.

The other party glanced at the empty forging room, placed a piece of parchment on the table next to him, and walked away.

Every once in a while, someone will send in a drawing of the palm that needs to be forged.

"This hellish place, suffocate Lao Tzu!"

A dwarf figure emerges from the iron wall, swearing and carrying a Mithril card on his chest.

Arabian Grove!

That cunning dwarf!

Creeping like a thief, he picked up the sheepskin scroll on the table and looked at it, then took out two brass arms from the drawer below and placed them on the table.

The whole person suddenly climbed down, and his short arms reached the bottom of the table, swaying left and right as if he was touching something.

Arabic Lin suddenly laughed, a yellow fur appeared in his hand, opened the gap on the skull, and the whole person quickly got in, and instantly a yellow-haired dog.

As soon as you jump, you will drill into the iron wall.

Suddenly he felt a pain, and when he turned his head, he saw a human looking at him with a wicked smile.

Lee trembled!

Woof!

The moment he saw Li Zhenshu, Arabic Lin was stunned, and he wanted to speak, but he could only scream.

"If you don't come out again, believe it or not, I'll rip off this skin!", Li Zhenshu took out a knife, he wasn't joking.

"Don't, don't!", Arablin's head came out, "Why should an old acquaintance be so ruthless!"

"I'm just here to collect my own things!", Lao Li pulled out the yellow dog skin and pinned it behind him, turned around and walked towards the wall.

Arabic Lin quickly stopped in front, "I know you also sneaked in, do you want to escape." ”

A smile hung on the corner of Li Zhen's mouth, "You have a way to get out of here." ”

"Of course, but you'll have to lend me the dogskin. Arabic Lin stared at the yellow hair on Li Zhen's waist.

"How to leave?", this is the answer that Lao Li must know.

Arabic Lin hesitated for a moment, glanced at Tie Bi and saw that there was no one, and said quickly in a low voice, "The passage for transporting corpses, as long as we follow the corpse cart to leave, I have already investigated, and a batch of corpses will be sent out every day, there is no better way." ”

"Why dogskin?"

"It's not because I'm a silver dwarf, shiny fools can see my disguise, I've been preparing for the past two days, it's time for the corpse car to leave, you pretend to be a corpse, I'm a yellow-haired dog, absolutely no one thinks of it." ”

Li Zhenshu didn't know how much water was added to this dwarf's words, but leaving here made his heart move.

Even if it's risky, he's going to give it a try.

Lao Li found a torn dress, took off one of the other party's arms when he cut his hand, put it in his sleeve, and told Chris to take good care of the slaughterhouse.

There is still half a day before the time to cut the jade palm.

The two-wheeled cart was full of corpses, Li Zhenshu pressed the two corpses on his body, choking on the smell of rotting blood and blood, and opposite Lao Li was a young woman who had bled to death from profuse.

His pale cheeks were like ghosts in the dark night.

But the other side is very full.

In order to avoid being noticed, he could only lie on his stomach, and his prepared arms fell to the side of the two-wheeler.

Arabic Lin hid in the corner, shrunk into a ball of flesh, and stared at Li Zhenshuo with his eyes out of time from time to time, this plan was more rudimentary than expected, but it was enough for them to escape from Ascension.

Two soldiers emerged from the iron wall and stabbed their spears on the pile of corpses.

Li Zhen shuddered secretly, he clearly felt that the spear had stabbed through the torn clothes, but fortunately, the goddess of luck favored him.

The soldier pushed the mast of the cart, the crunching wheels rolling forward, the blood of the corpses dripping down the aisles like a spring.

The corpse car passed through the iron wall and came to a straight corridor, Li Zhenshu had never been here, it was not a room, like the long corridor at school.

The footsteps of the soldiers were loud, staggering like demons from hell, and there was an iron wall at the end of the corridor, and the corpse cart stopped.

The soldier lifted the corpse cart high, and Lao Li felt that he was sliding downward, rolling forward like a leather ball, and the corpse at the front end poured into the iron wall and disappeared.

As long as you pass through that iron wall, you are free.

The fresh air in the slums, the rotten mud, and even the smell of sweat from the slaves, he missed everything out there a little.

He was sliding down and approaching the iron wall, and the Arabian forest lurked and jumped up and passed through the iron wall.

Free!

Lao Li sighed sincerely, and suddenly a fishy smell, a smell worse than the corpse, came to the surface.

Hot!

It's hot!

It's like entering a volcanic pile!

There was a black iron wall above his head, and a straight glide path underneath him, and he slid down at a rapid pace.

In an instant, Li Zhen was stunned.

At the end of the slide is not freedom, but a pothole the size of a football field.

The flames danced like devil's minions, and the crackling sound of corpse oil was like fried meatballs.

The corpse that had just entered was instantly swept up by a burst of flames, forming a raging fire.

Flames after flames, corpses after corpses!

The oily green flame seemed to give birth to intelligence, beating in search of a new corpse.

One, two, the number is not clear at all, and in all directions, new corpses are constantly pouring in.

Fear leads down the body to the limbs, and it's like a crematorium.

At the top of the pit is a black iron prison, like a roulette wheel, that rotates slowly.

Three layers, three rings, the rings are intertwined with each other, and five independent squares connect the three rings together.

There were countless corpse slides on the outermost periphery, and he couldn't count them at all, he didn't know how many corpse chutes there were, but there were many corpses, and the flowers were too many to count.

The second ring rotates counterclockwise, in contrast to the central one, where a tight wheel plunges one end directly into the crematorium's floor, covered with beehive-like holes into which the hot air burrows directly.

Looking at the rotating roulette, Li Zhen trembled a little chill at the moment, the energy of this roulette wheel was actually obtained by burning these corpses.

Stone Demon Curse!

Is this a real curse or a joke of those experimenters?

Li Zhenshu admitted that he was not a noble person, but he would never do it to such a point because of some kind of interest.

"Help!", Arabic Lin tried to poke his head out of the dog's skin, he jumped too hard and landed in front of Lao Li.

The genius who designed this laboratory in the first place, the turning laboratory is like a pot lid to cover up this evil crematorium.

The corpses crackled and burned, and the corpses that had just been thrown in quickly became the new fuel for the laboratory.

It's so high!

The lab was at least five stories high, and he had never felt like he was standing so tall when he was in an iron cage.

Arabian Lin cried out for help, but the flames burned so fast that he could only jump onto a corpse to gain a temporary resting place.

Humming and panting, the harder he inhaled, the more corpse powder he inhaled, and the silver dwarf would soon become part of the fuel.

"Save me!", Arabic Lin stared at Li Zhen pleadingly, even the Holy Rank would be engulfed in flames in such a incineration field

Cracking sound!

The surrounding flames beat again, and the skin of the thrown corpse was already charred, and the fishy smell of cooked meat and burning blood hit Li Zhen's taste buds and nerves.

He loved working with corpses and was good at dealing with them, but he never imagined that one day he would hate the smell so much.

Li Zhenshu told himself not to be angry, often anger will make you more unwise.

But now that indescribable emotion spread from his bones to his whole body.

Beneath his feet, a burning corpse stood up, flesh still throbbing and burning, and in the midst of this burning skeleton, a skeleton stood up.

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