Sheldt struggled to squeeze into the overseer's living quarters before the door closed. No sooner had www.biquge.info Pen & Fun & Pavilion gained temporary safety, and he rushed forward in a rage and grabbed Kraft by the collar, almost lifting the timid lord up. "What the fuck are you thinking, those shitty slaves are carrying out such a well-prepared riot!" Sheldt scolded, and Kraft shrank his neck in terror.

"My lord, I don't know what's going on...... Kraft explained, trembling.

"Of course you don't! how could a fool like you know beforehand!" said Sheldt, throwing Kraft to the ground, allowing him to collapse in the middle of the wooden box. "Raven, how long will it take for the Iron Maiden to fire?" shouted Sheldt.

"Not necessarily, the boat has to find a way to get into the bay. Raven, who jumped from the watchtower, replied, "Let's think about our own safety! Ships that receive the red signal will strike indiscriminately, and we'll have to find a mine or basement to hide." ”

Shelt kicked Kraft twice like a slave and yelled at him, "Damn it! Where are there mines or basements? Bastard, tell me all that shit!"

Kraft shook his head in pain, growing faster and faster, as if to shake off some distraction that was lingering in his mind. Seeing that Kraft couldn't count on it, Sheldt called Raven and his guards to the depths of the overseer's living quarters. It's a small town, with all kinds of facilities, and Shelt thinks that if he's lucky, he'll find a basement that can at least accommodate himself.

"My lord, there's a staircase going down!" searched for a long time, and finally a soldier shouted out from the bar of a tavern. At the back of the bar, Shelt saw the passage of the black hole circling downward. Although instinctively told him that this was not a good place to go, the roar of artillery outside did not allow him to hesitate, so he had to walk in the dark. As soon as Revan and the two sailors of the Iron Maiden entered the passage, the tavern was shattered by the unsightly cannonballs, and a dozen soldiers who did not have time to enter the passage were buried by the burning wooden beams in an instant, losing their lives.

The four who survived by luck groped their way forward under the leadership of Sheld. In fact, even Shellt himself did not know why he continued - they were long out of the range of artillery fire. But the darkness seemed to permeate the whispers of uneasiness, which piqued Sheldt's curiosity and made him tirelessly and fearlessly approach the deepest depths of the darkness.

Eventually, the four of them came to a spacious underground plaza. It was brightly lit, with stone vaults supported by eight pillars eight or nine yards above the ground, and the surrounding stone walls were scrawled with eerie symbols. In the middle of the square, a large and extremely complex magic circle was drawn on the ground with dark red marks, and a man wrapped in a black cloak from head to toe lowered his head and faced the passage of everyone into the square. Shelt couldn't make out the man's face—the top half of it was completely obscured by a hood that lowered above his forehead, revealing only his lips and slightly tucked chin—but he could vaguely feel that the man was smiling, wicked and eerie.