In the dimly lit room, the torches made by Huo Yaojing burned with a withered yellow light, a moonlit night prison tower, and a warehouse. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lyle carried the torch from the side, groping the way to move around the house, he kept twisting his body through the gap between the boxes and the boxes, the light of the torches did not play much role in this crowded room, this is the inside of the prison tower, the largest prison for criminals, it is a dark style, symbolizing the day when sin will always see the light of day, in addition to the crack where Lyle brought the torch to this long snake-like crooked gap, the firelight can only turn into a thin pillar of light and shoot forward, and then hit the box in front of the road, and the rest of the place is dark。

"It's really troublesome, don't you know how to tidy up here, so many sundries are piled up randomly, I really don't know how the people of the third sub-group usually find things. Lyle grumbled as he lowered himself as he laid the torches flat with great care, the torches were so long that he was afraid that he might accidentally burn the boxes.

"It's right up there. He slipped through the gap under a stack of tall boxes, and as soon as he straightened up, there was a crunch and a strange touch under his feet, like stepping on a stick.

He tilted the torch downward, and the light of the fire shone out of an iron spear, a dark blue spear with a shiny head that he recognized as the usual equipment of the Knights.

"It's here. Lyle muttered to himself, picked up the spear and placed it on the wall beside him, then raised the torch high, and finally "crawled" out of the labyrinth of the heap of boxes, and the surroundings became open, and the fire covered all sides, and countless weapons and swords of the same texture were neatly arranged on the ground and walls.

This is the inside of the prison tower, where the knights of the third sub-regiment store their weapons, Lyle came here to retrieve his knife, Ruo Ming left him the key before leaving, he naturally opened the lock of the door of the cell where he was imprisoned, and naturally walked out of the cell where he was imprisoned, according to his memory, found the location of the warehouse, as for the group of criminals who didn't know what small means they didn't let Ruo Ming freeze themselves were asked by Lyle to open the door for them with an expression of extreme eagerness, in the face of this situation, Lyle smiled, and threw it to the bottom of the internal stairs of the prison tower, falling into the darkness below, and couldn't even hear the sound of landing。

Leel leaned the torch against the wall, walked over to a crate, unswiped the weapons pressed on top one by one, and pulled them out vigorously when the familiar feel came from his hand.

Black Knife Blood Fang, the ancestor of the vampire collected ores with a high concentration of magic and quenched with his own blood, is a treasure passed down from the Plath family, but its true power is still not fully understood, but it is still passed down from generation to generation as a noble symbol of Plath.

"It's been a long time, my partner. Lyle put his hand on the knife and gently brushed it across the pitch-black blade, like lovers who had been separated for a long time touching each other's faces.

He tried his hand, held the knife and slashed a few times, the knife light flickered, with the sound of the wind cutting the air, even if it was abandoned in a dim corner for so long as if it had been forgotten, the black knife still did not lose its original momentum, the bright blade hooked a beautiful arc, placed in the moonlight, it would not be a little darker than before, even if it was stacked with those ordinary weapons, it would only make those so-called ordinary weapons fade into filth. It doesn't seem to have been contaminated with a trace of dust, or no trace of dust dares to contaminate it, it is just that kind of knife, even if it is really forgotten one day, discarded at will, and placed together with garbage, it still survives as a knife, not assimilated into waste.

The knife also has the dignity of the knife, and the dignity of the famous knife will never disappear.

"Well, it's okay, it doesn't feel rusty. Lyle wore the black knife on his back, a gesture he hadn't done for a long time, drawing the knife, swinging it, retracting it, and every swing of his arm carried with him the memory that had been repeated countless times.

Inside the Prison Tower on a Moonlit Night, the Prison Tower Staircase.

It took a lot of effort for Lyle to come out of the warehouse, and he quickly ran down the stairs, his feet flashing with a bright green light every time he left the ground, and the breath of the wind element.

The further down the floor, the faster the temperature dropped, incredibly fast, and if it was autumn coolness when he first came out of the warehouse, now Lyle felt like he was in the middle of winter.

"That woman, what she did was really overdone. Lyle muttered, kept turning sideways, moving left and right, dodging the obstacles that appeared in front of him, those were all ice sculptures, it was the knights who were frozen up by Ruoming, Lyle thought that there must have been a battle here that was no less than a small-scale war, although it was a person facing hundreds of knights, but judging from the results, the victory was still in favor of the single one, which was also the reason for the rapid drop in temperature, Ruoming advanced to the upper level of the prison tower, and the knights were ambushed from the lower level, Ruoming used the magic of the ice system, and all the combat power transferred to the lower layer turned into ice sculptures, and the ice element was strong, the entire lower part of the inner tower has reached the ice cellar.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in front of him, hurried but calm, and the owner of the footsteps, even if he had seen such a scene, did not show his anxiety and panic, and he could hear the calmness of the other party from the beat of the footsteps that were getting closer and closer.

Is there anyone else who hasn't been frozen?" Lyle thought to himself, he stopped, turned and hid behind one of the closest ice sculptures to him, the frozen knight was very strong, and his tall body was enough to block all parts of Lyle.

He is still a prisoner, if he is bumped into by the knights of the third sub-regiment, the situation will not develop for the better, not only will he not be forgiven, but he will also add a mental crime called prison escape on the original basis, which is originally a ghost who was wrongfully killed, isn't this tantamount to pushing himself to the name of a real sinner, and Lyle will not do such a thing as killing people and killing people, everyone lives together in the moonlit night realm, and they are both members of the Knights, colleagues and fellow countrymen, why do they have to kill each other, so cruel, how good it is to sit down and drink a cup of hot tea together to settle peacefully, as the saying goes, the villagers have tears in their eyes when they see the villagers, even if they don't take into account the feelings of the villagers, it also depends on the identity of the knight who guards the moonlit night realm. Besides, Lyle is not an outlaw like ordinary criminals.

Lyle shook his head and forcibly stopped his thoughts, but when he really reacted, the temperature around him became even lower at some point, it was as low as zero points, and the concentration of ice elements distributed in this place increased again, and many ice flowers could be clearly seen floating in the air in mid-air, like countless crystal stars turning into debris and shaking down on the earth, beautiful and ...... Dangerous!

An unnatural phenomenon, someone used the magic of the ice genealogy, just now!

A warm, sticky sensation suddenly appeared on Lyle's cheeks, as if a worm had crawled over his skin, and he touched it and put his hand in front of his eyes, and on his fingers was blood, red blood.

There was a slender crack on the ground in front of him, which was the mark of the blade.

He was attacked by that man!