Just as Avino was about to fall asleep in a daze, there was a scene that he would never forget, and Albert suddenly stood up and walked over with a very strange expression, looking at Avino very strangely. Avenor immediately got up, and in Albert's eyes there was a wave of murderous intent. Could it be that he—

"What's going on—oh! God—" A witch walked in—ah, it was Brut (see the Tenth Battle Sacrifice for details), the tall, skinny witch. She was thinner than the last time Avenor saw her, and seemed to be a little malnourished.

"Oh my God—" She grabbed her neck and pointed at the rampaging dragon and Albert, took a few deep breaths, and fell to the ground like in slow motion in the movies.

Avino would love to go over and help the poor man, but he couldn't. Moreover, Albert now seemed to be in a very bad situation, and he leaned closer to him.

"Ai, Bert?" Averno called tentatively, hoping to find out how much sanity Albert still had.

"I, I warn you. Avino pushed to the base of the wall and stretched out his hands to resist, "Don't come here again, you, you're crazy about you!"

Albert didn't speak, staring at him blankly, and then stretched out his hands to jam Avino's neck—

Yes, kill him. Kill him, he killed your friend, he's a witch, a man as filthy as the dragons - unlike Yu's voice, this man seems unusually dull, and when he speaks, his voice is a little inaccurate, and he seems unusually unfamiliar.

"Ahem!" Averno coughed, so tight, so uncomfortable! his neck was bound, but he didn't have that much strength to resist Albert's. He's too strong!

"Brut!" Zemina asked, worried, pushing the door open. She was stunned for a moment when she saw the fallen Brut on the ground, and then she understood something after the chaotic scene in front of her. She snorted in disgust, pulled out her wand and didn't know what was coming, and the dragon immediately calmed down and looked at her meekly. Zemina tapped the bridge of its nose in reassurance, and pulled out a bottle of water that contained more than just liquid and poured it down for Brut. After a few moments, Brut's eyelashes began to flutter, showing signs of awakening.

The witch's medical treatment is really more advanced than ours...... Aveno thought this, and there was a tingling pain in his neck - hiss, his neck would have to be twisted by Albert if he continued like this!

"Stop!" Zemina said softly, Ling Che only heard a ringing in his ears, and then his brain was in a blank state, and his body leaned forward softly-

"It's so heavy!" Avernol put his arm around Albert and let him rest on his shoulder.

"Imp," Zemina's cold voice sounded, as she herself scanned the messy scene inside the prison.

"Can you explain what's going on?"

Avino swallowed his sip and knew he couldn't escape, so he sat there and told everything he knew. Zemina listened quietly as he spoke, and only then did she cover her mouth in thought.

"Hey, your name is Wilson, right?"

"Ahh......h Otherwise, who knows what this guy will do to himself?

"Do you know what's wrong with this kid?" Zemina pointed at Ling Che with her chin.

"No, I don't know. ”

"You'd better not lie to me, it's not good for anyone!"

"I really don't know!" Avino was annoyed by her question, even though he did lie.

"Heh~ Then forget it, anyway, I don't want to ask anything from your mouth. But I'm telling you, boy, don't be uninteresting. We witches are tolerant enough to treat you and him. ”

"Of course. Avino nodded in agreement, glad that the witches didn't ask any further. If Albert's skill had been discovered, it wouldn't have been as simple as being trapped here by them. There's a good chance he'll be subjected to various experiments until the witch completely deprives him of this skill!

Zemina waved her wand, and all the walls, gates, and everything around them were restored to their original state. Not only that, but she also added a defensive spell to protect the iron door that reinforced Avino's compartment. She patted Brut on the cheek, but she still didn't wake up, and the former sighed and wrapped her arm around the back of her neck, carrying her whole body up.

"Settle down later. She finally dropped the sentence and turned to close the door and leave.

Avenor breathed a sigh of relief and stuck out his tongue at the place where Zemina had disappeared: "Cut! It's strange to listen to you!

"Albert, Albert, wake up, hey, eat. Avenor patted Albert on the cheek in the same way as Zemina, who did not move, as if he were dead.

"Alas, forget it!" After a long time of filming to no avail, Avino gave up and sat on the sidelines and stared at him blankly.

Just a few days ago, the witch explained to him the purpose of bringing Albert here. They seem to have something here that can change the world, and such a thing can only be used by Albert himself, and the rest of them have no control at all. They are also forced to do so.

Changing the world?

Oh, who believes!

Avino shrugged, though he knew that witches would do some very fantastical things, some little tricks.

But changing the world?

No way.

Their sole purpose in capturing Albert was to attract the main force of the army to come, and then eliminate or greatly reduce Covey's forces in one fell swoop. Because they should have heard that Albert is now a key cultivation target in the army, and losing Albert is equivalent to a major loss to the army. The troops will not abandon him. As for him, he must have been just a machine to attract Albert, right? He was a red-eyed person, a type of person who was regarded as an ominous person, how could the troops go to great lengths to come to his rescue?

Just as Avino was thinking wildly, an uncle's voice suddenly sounded on the partition next to him.

"Alas, red-eyed lad. ”

Avino looked to the right and saw a bearded uncle knocking on the door through the crack in the fence and telling him, and out of politeness, Avino did not ignore him, but struck up with him.

"What's the matter?"

"I heard your friend knows magic? you know, the one who can control dragons. My brothers and I have seen it, right?" he looked away for the opinion of his companions, and several others who were about his size nodded. After receiving the approval of others, he continued.

"Can you give him to us? you know, we need someone who knows magic, and—"

"I'm sorry! My friend isn't something to be bartered for! And he doesn't know any magic at all! We're soldiers, witchers. Reflexively, Avenor stood up and dragged Albert by the collar several meters away.

"Ah, sorry, sorry. We didn't mean that- well, I mean how about we join forces? Don't you want to get out of this place too? We just need to work together-"

"What did you do to get locked up here?" asked Avino, suspiciously, "I wouldn't have dealt with you if you had done anything!"

"No, no, let me tell you, we're also soldiers. We really didn't expect to meet a companion here, in fact, we wanted to talk to you for a long time, but for some reason we didn't dare to. Little brother, which unit are you from?" the dirty-looking uncle showed a kind smile, but the fly in the ointment was that when he smiled, the mutilated yellow teeth were exposed, exuding a strange smell.

"Covey. Aveno lost his guard against him.