"Huh?" the dark-haired man seemed to be speaking through his nostrils, and the inaudible question turned into a word that flowed down his breath.

"I'm on. Emilia turned, her head bowed slightly, as respectful as ever, "On the left is the dungeon, and on the right this leads to the arsenal." ”

Zhuge thought about the purpose of this trip, he looked at Emilia, and he had a number in his heart.

"Go to the dungeon. "His orders are beyond question.

I could see that the Drow maid in front of me was struggling, "Yes, it's just ......"

The man smiled and patted the girl's shoulder, and put his mouth to the other's ear a little mischievously, "Isn't there still you?" Regardless of the other party's reaction, he took the lead and walked into the corridor on the left.

Behind him came the sound of the Drow priest stomping his feet slightly, followed by a somewhat hurried footsteps, and soon the other party caught up with him again.

"Is this palace used as the last fortress of Gulrolla?" Zhuge suddenly discovered that even the lighting system on the stone walls in the dungeon was using extravagant magical light sources. In the middle of the light source, hidden behind the stone wall, a number of pillar-like protrusions span the overhead and the ground, acting as load-bearing beams to further support the building structure.

The so-called dungeon is not as dark as it seems, on the contrary, the landscape in front of it is brighter than the spiraling staircase. The wind coming from the promenade was more abundant than before, and of course, the salty and wet smell was more pronounced, which was naturally more familiar to men who had lived in southern coastal cities for a long time - the smell of the sea.

The fly in the ointment is that the wails that are also transmitted in the wind are also clearer as they go deeper. The man recalled slightly, as if the voice had been heard somewhere.

"It was the cry of the arachnidor drow. Emilia put away the light source sphere in her hand, she took a quick step forward, silently blocked her body in front of the black-haired man, and stretched out her right hand to the back, pulling out a leather whip-like thing from the position of her hip - Zhuge has always been curious, where is the leather whip hidden?

In the end, the man chose to give up on this kind of intimate issue.

Something like a room suddenly appeared on both sides of the front of the corridor, as if there was some movement inside, just like the "Resident Evil" played in the original world, maybe when you were not prepared, something strange suddenly came to you in front of you. The black-haired man subconsciously gathered energy in his right hand, but it quickly dissipated - for this choice, Zhuge expressed his helplessness in his heart, and he had to use spells to protect himself in his own territory.

Wrapped in a reddish light, the black-haired man's eyes turned a strange red, and his cheeks appeared fairer against the background of the dim environment.

However, the black-haired man didn't have time to think about such a thing at the moment, because with the help of "arcane vision", there was indeed something in the two rooms in front of him—a slender warm food propped up on the ground, but the upper body was in humanoid form, and the part of the body that looked like a shoulder, with two arms-like things sticking out and clinging to the iron pillar of the prison.

The man rolled his eyes, and he stole a glance at the Drow maid who was walking in front, and thought to himself, fortunately, he had been prepared in advance, otherwise he would be temporarily frightened, and he didn't know what kind of ugliness he would make in front of the other party - the fewer things that would damage his image, the better, at least for now, he must maintain the mantle of the good mantle.

"Strange, why aren't these guys making a fuss today?" Emilia turned her head and looked at the sides of her, the arachnoid drows huddled in the corner as if they had seen predators, "wasn't that the case when I came here the other day?" she muttered, and her steps stopped.

The black-haired man followed the maid's gaze, these guys whose bodies were bound by huge chains seemed to be the same breed that Zorn Martial Arts Chief fought against in the arena, "Why are they here?" Zhuge accentuated the word "it".

Noticing the man's words, the maid explained, "After all, no one has set foot in this temple for a long time, and I don't know why these guys are here. ”

"It's not until you show up that it's only for you. She looked at the confusion of the man in front of her and continued to guess, "We now belong to your subordinates, and it is estimated that it is through your grace that we have the opportunity to enter." ”

"So for such a long time, they have not eaten or drunk and still survived?" the man's expression was no longer confused, but shocked.

"In a sense, they are no longer called living things, and to be able to maintain this state of immortality can only be said to be a gift from the goddess. Emilia said with a look of course.

"Your goddess is really a 'man of heart'. Zhuge was speechless.

Perhaps out of pity, the black-haired man walked towards a cell.

"Lord, no!" the Drow maid rushed towards Zhuge as quickly as she gathered a cloudy black sphere in her hand, and then she raised her hand and was about to throw it at the other party.

The gentle heat of the body reached Emilia's nerves from the surface of her skin, and the maid turned her head, but it was the dark-haired man who stopped her movements.

"Don't worry, aren't I standing here now?" Zhuge pointed to the spider drow inside, "Can it understand what we're talking about?"

The maid nodded, but shook her head again, "If the sanity is still there, then it should be understandable." ”

The black-haired man poked his head out and looked into the cell, where the arachnoid drow cowered in a corner of the room, the huge chain imprisoned it, but judging by the length of the chain, it still gave it relatively limited room to move, and on the surrounding walls, as if carved by sharp weapons from time to time, were full of symbols that the man could not read— It is more accurate to call it a stroke than a symbol, and in the corner of the wall there seems to be a broken groove on which a small cobweb is entangled, and the head is full of small flying insects digging their own graves.

"Hello?" the man shifted his gaze back to the spider drow, and he greeted tentatively, but the cringe in front of him looked more and more frightened, and it trembled and wrapped its lower limbs around its body, probably because its abdomen was so large that it turned into a ball-like object.

"Amy, am I a monster?" Zhuge turned his head to his face with some embarrassment, and used the nickname to the maid, but as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it a little, because the metaphor was not appropriate, he added, "Do I look more like a monster than it?"

The Drow maid couldn't help but laugh when she looked at the other party's funny expression, the incomprehensible creature in front of her might be a monster in a sense, "Maybe." ”

Zhuge rolled his eyes to the top of his head, he snorted angrily, turned around and walked straight into the depths.

Only the cheerful chuckle of joy in the rear echoed through the corridors.