Klin's right hand was grabbed by instructor Drogba's left hand, and he couldn't break free at all, and the fighting spirit gathered in his right hand was extinguished. Looking at the playful look on the instructor Drogba's face, Klin, who was bursting with self-esteem and couldn't stand the slightest insult, turned red for a while.

It turned out that he hit the instructor Drogba so easily just now, just because the instructor Drogba wanted to play himself like a mouse. Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it! Klin's body burst out again, and then the martial art, Tie Shan, was launched.

The vindictive spirit shone brightly, converging on Klin's right shoulder, and then Kling drove his whole body towards Instructor Drogba.

"Bang!" a violent crash sounded, and white smoke filled the middle of the school yard for a while, and the onlookers covered their ears.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and the instructor Drogba was still standing in place, while Clint was carried in the air by the instructor Drogba like a dead dog.

Instructor Drogba slammed Kling to the ground, and then walked towards Klint step by step.

Looking at Klin, who was pale, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was bleeding, he was also very nervous for a while, but because he was locked by the shackles of the forbidden demon, he could only watch the instructor Drogba come to Klin.

Instructor Drogba lifted one foot and stepped on Klin.

"Phew, that's rubbish, too!" said Instructor Drogba spitting disdainfully on Klin. Instructor Drogba's right foot stomped heavily on Klin, and even the unconscious Kling snorted twice.

Instructor Drogba wanted to trample on this incomprehensible guy like this, but when he thought of the bag of high-grade magic stones and the lich in his arms, he still retracted his feet.

"Hmph, see if you dare to provoke me in the future!" Instructor Drogba waved his hand, and then a group of slave soldiers came over. "Put him in a water cell!"

Looking at Klin, who was dragged away by the slave soldiers, Richard breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't die. As long as you don't die, you still have hope. I haven't experienced this myself. Well, you have to endure it!

"Okay, you bunch of trash, you've seen enough of the show! now go and see the 'home' you will live in the future. "Under the command of Instructor Drogba, groups of slave soldiers came to the captives and led them into the darkness.

"You, follow me!" and Instructor Drogba pointed at Richard at the end, and then dragged the heavy steel armor towards the stone castle at the end of the school grounds.

Looking at the captives who were dragged away by the unemotional slave soldiers left and right, Richard shook his head and reluctantly followed behind the instructor Drogba.

It is a medium-sized castle made of black-gray stones, which are unique to the underground.

"Squeak, squeak......" As soon as Richard stepped into the stone castle with Instructor Drogba, the huge wooden door behind him closed automatically.

It was dark inside the stone castle, but the sharp-eyed Richard heard a terrible howl coming from all over the castle, which caused goosebumps to pop up on Richard's body.

"Bang, bang, ......" Instructor Drogba began to walk again with a heavy steel armor, and as he walked, an oil lamp or torch lit up.

Although there was light now, Richard still couldn't see the overall structure of the stone castle clearly, so he had to continue walking with the instructor Drogba.

As soon as Richard entered the stone castle, it was a large hall, and at the end of the hall was a huge staircase that led to the upper floors of the castle. However, Instructor Drogba did not step on the stairs, but walked to the back of the stairs, where there was a staircase that went down.

Instructor Drogba turned around, glanced at Richard, who had been following him, couldn't help but nod, and walked down.

Richard followed the instructor Drogba down, walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally saw an iron door.

Instructor Drogba came to the iron gate, and the iron door opened automatically. Behind the iron gate is a long corridor. There are countless rooms on both sides of the hallway. And when Richard got here, he could hear the screams more and more. The screams came from this room.

Instructor Drogba continued on his way until he came to an iron door to a room labeled "C-13". Prison cells, to be exact.

Instructor Drogba stood still, stared at Richard with a pair of bull's eyes, and then said sullenly: "I hope you can keep it so smart." Now, tell me, your name. ”

Richard was indeed smart and obedient, and immediately replied, "Richard, Richard Gascoigne." ”

"Your profession?"

"I'm a knight. ”

"Oh, yes, a knight of the Beginner Order of the Sanctuary. Instructor Drogba touched the gray hair that stood on end on his head, and then pushed open the iron door of the cell, known as "C-13".

"Let's go inside. Go say hi to your new partner. Instructor Drogba waved his hand at Richard, and the shackles on Richard's hand were automatically untied.

The situation was stronger than the person, and Richard walked past the instructor Drogba with a low brow and entered the room.

"Bang!" Richard had just entered the room when Instructor Drogba closed the cell door.

It was dark in the cell, and Richard, having adjusted to the darkness, began to observe the cell in silence. The cell is about 10 square meters and has four beds divided into bunk beds. There is also a bucket full of water and a toilet bowl that pees and pulls SHI. Very typical cell.

As Richard stood silently observing in the dark, a little fire lit up from the top bunk on the left wall, and he sat up alone.

He was holding a kerosene lamp and looked condescendingly at Richard, who was standing in the doorway.

Richard also looked at this man, and saw that this man had brownish-red skin, well, a desert race. He has a beard around his face, like a dwarf, but a closer look at his facial features reveals that he is actually quite young. He had a pair of eagle-like eyes, and he looked at Richard with a hostile look.

Richard also looked at the desert man without showing any weakness. In Daddy's Tavern, he once heard those mercenary adventurers say that if one day he goes to prison, he must not show weakness inside, he must be tough, otherwise, hehe, be careful of chrysanthemums.

Faced with Richard's unyielding and tough gaze, the desert man spoke first: "New here?"

"Hmm. ”

"Captured from the surface?"

"Hmm. ”

"So that means you're going to be my teammate in the future?"

"What?" Richard began to understand.

"Hehe, since you're here, you should know that you've become a gladiator. And gladiators are divided into solo and teamfights, and now that you and I are in a cell, then we will be teammates in teamfights from now on. ”

PS: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've been socializing a bit too much lately, and I don't go home until late every day, plus the outline of this volume is not fully prepared, it's a bit of a cardin...... There are few updates, and you book friends are more to bear...... Thank you all for your continued support!