Bowen's doubts also plagued Ian. What did the royal family want? If they wanted to kill them, they could have done it as early as the desert. Why did you bring them here, and where did the Peony royal family learn all about it? There is no record of it in the tower of the hall.

"Something is wrong. Manhe muttered.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't say it, I just think it's a little too quiet. "I remember the last time I visited, I accidentally put in two small ones, and now they're gone. ”

"I've run out yet. Green said disapprerovingly, "This kind of thing is worth starting? When was the last time you were here?" ”

"About a year ago. But those are just two ordinary ones, how can they open the door. Every time I pass by here in the past year, I can hear them cracking at the door. Manhe wondered, "Could it be that someone else released them?" ”

Bowen answered his doubts: "If that's what you say is small, then they really can't make a sound." ”

The crowd stopped and looked in the direction Bowen was pointing. There was a statue of a dwarven warrior holding a black shield, but under the statue, a few mutilated bodies were piled up. They walked over and found that they were indeed two small ones, their whole bodies had been beaten, and even half of their heads were left, and their eyelids were still twitching slightly after feeling the movement.

"Isn't this dead yet?"

"They're long dead. Ian frowned, "Just, who did this?"

"A guy with a dagger. Bowen pointed to the notch in one of his heads and said, "That's proof." ”

Green asked, "Do you have anyone in your team who wields daggers?" ”

"Every hunter will have a dagger on him. Bowen took his dagger out of his pocket and shook it at Grimm, "This is a precaution against losing your primary weapon and getting close to your prey." Therefore, if you just look at the dagger, it is impossible to guess who did it. ”

"That person doesn't know that. Ian whispered, "Like we've all had experience dealing with it, we just need to cut off its limbs. And this man almost chopped two of them, and there are many senseless wounds on his body, which means that he has tried all kinds of attacks. ”

"He's a veteran with a knife. Bowen nodded, "The wounds are on the forehead, throat, heart, and temples. These are deadly, of course, for humans. He was the last to discover that the only way to stop them was to chop their bodies to shreds. ”

"Somebody came in here. "Or rather, he got out of here." Can you guess the approximate time? ”

"I can't guess. Bowen shook his head, "These don't have temperature on their bodies and don't bleed, so it's impossible to guess the approximate time of their knockout." ”

"It's a bit tricky. Ian sighed, "They should have gone outside, but they don't know how to get to the higher floors or to the underground floors, so we can look for them again, as long as they're still on this level, they'll always find them." ”

Ian learns from Manhe that each layer is actually independent. At the beginning, there was a big change in the royal city of the dwarves, the dwarves fled from the bottom floor, and the craftsmen stayed at the connection of each floor, and after the people fled, all the ports were sealed. That is to say, the corridor on the surface cannot pass through the floor, and the one that can pass through the floor, except for the cliff they saw at the beginning, is the small passage that the dwarven craftsmen secretly dug in order to facilitate the passage between the various floors at the beginning of the city's construction.

These passages are so secretive that no one can find them except Manhe, who has the drawings. They were brought to the second floor by Manhe.

"It shouldn't be hard to find them. Bowen nodded, "Actually, we can wait here and see if anyone will come back." ”

Ian was about to say something, but Manhe suddenly nudged him. As soon as he looked up, he saw the latter's face pale and staring straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Ian touched his face, "Is there something on my face?"

"No, not your face. Manhe raised his hand tremblingly, "Look behind you, are those people your companions?"

Ian was stunned for a full second, then subconsciously got up and looked behind the statue, his expression slowly sluggish. Bowen and Green also sensed that something was not right, and they also stood up, looked in the direction Manhe was pointing, and then their faces changed dramatically.

After a few seconds, Ian clenched his fists, bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, and spat out two trills: "Bastard-account." ”

What did he see?

He saw a crimson pool of water, and beside it stood a huge statue that the dwarves worshipped. Holding a red flame in his hand, the red flame is not big, and the fire light emitted is extremely limited, which is why the three of them didn't notice it before.

But the firelight was enough to illuminate the pool below.

In the pool, several people sat quietly. They hung their heads down, as if they were contemplative, as if they were sleeping, if it weren't for the striking scar on their necks, and the blood flowing down their bodies into the pool.

"Help!" Ian yelled, and the four of them rushed towards the pool at the same time.

It's okay, it's okay. There must be no time, they will be fine.

Ian said this to himself desperately in his heart.

However, all hopes, after touching the cold bodies of the hunters, were dashed.

It's dead.

The blood they had seen before had already dried up, and it was just a blood stain. Their blood was almost dry, and each of them was unusually emaciated, and their skin was almost sticking to their bones.

Ian sat down in the pool with a thud, and the pale red water was stirred up by the ripples in circles, and it took dozens of seconds before it calmed down. He stared at the pool in confusion, and his desperate expression was reflected in the pool.

The remaining three didn't know what to say. Green's expression was complicated, and he closed his eyes gently, and Bowen was expressionless, but he slowly clenched his fists.

Silence, the rest, is just a dead silence. Ian seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, so weak.

"Help me. A female voice sounded softly.

Well?

Ian was stunned, then jerked his head up and looked at the seven hunters behind him, but none of them responded to him.

"Help me, Lord Ian. ”

Ian jerked his head again, looking at the one in the far corner. It was Ivy Shanelle, the only woman on the team, the only one other than Green and Barton who dared to call her by her name. Like everyone else, she sat in the pool, her head bowed, her eyes closed, her hair as lifeless as dead grass.

"Help me. ”

Ian heard her voice again, but didn't see her speak.

Is it a delusion?

No, it must not be.

Ian leapt from the pool and lunged at Ivy. Bowen and Green were startled and watched as he picked up Savi and were about to carry her out of the pool, only to find a black pipe attached to her.

No, it's not a tube, it's a tentacle, a tentacle of some kind of creature.

Ian felt the life force of the tentacles. This is not the same as those feelings, the owner of this tentacle is a living, living creature, and it is it that sucks the blood of the hunters.

"Let go!" Ian growled.

Bowen also reacted, drew his long sword, and slashed directly at the tentacle. However, the tentacle did not let go, but desperately shrank inward, and Ian felt a strong attack, stumbling, and almost tripped. There was a small hole in the pool, and it was from the hole that the tentacles protruded. Now it wants to drag Savi underground.

Bowen couldn't attack the tentacles anymore, because Savi was already clinging to the pool. The latter's head was already submerged in the water and could be dragged down at any moment.

"Bastard!" Ian growled again, "give it to me, let it go!"

The last two words, when they came out of Ian's mouth, were no longer meant, they were simply roaring, like the roar of a wild beast. No, no, no, not a beast, but—

Dragon's groan.

In the chaos, the sleeping Dragon Emperor slowly opened his scarlet eyes and spread his wings that covered the sky, and the dragon scales, symbolizing strength and authority, glittered in the moonlight.

"I said, let go!"

Ian reached out, grabbed the tentacle, and slammed it down.

The tentacles as thick as an adult's arm were directly crushed by Ian!

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