"What's that?" said Sersi, who had apparently heard the scream. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Alan made a silent gesture and listened, but there was no sound coming from the walls. After a long time, he followed the man's movements, pushed the mechanism on the wall, and the stone wall immediately opened, and inside was still a long corridor made of bluestone, and he walked forward, followed by Sercy and Steven, but when they came to the place of the incident, they were imprinted with a pool of bright red blood.

"It looks like it's the same person. Sersi commented as he looked at the blood-stained white robe on the ground and a few blood-soaked rings.

"What do you mean, my lord?" Steven swallowed his saliva, the stench of blood in front of him uneasitting.

"We were—"

"He's a servant of the Divine Courtyard," Alan interrupted Sercy, "and he said that the Flame Priest wanted to find Lind to reforge the flame weapon with the little one's blood and heart. ”

"Recast?" Sersi pulled the hood back, revealing his bare head and furrowed brow.

Alan didn't continue to explain, but took off the torch from the wall edge and walked straight to the end of the corridor.

He didn't know how far they had gone, maybe miles. He turned four times and walked into the same corridor, and he also encountered a steep and narrow ladder, which kept going up, and by the end, he was completely disoriented, and could not even tell whether it was above ground or underground, so he could only move forward blindly, as if the road was endless, until he found the glimmer of light ahead.

As they walked out of the corridor, they were connected to a temple, and the glimmer of light was the bonfire brazier outside the door.

"Where is this?" Sercy's voice echoed through the dark temple. The flames in the brazier swayed in the wind, casting the shadows of the trio onto the wall behind them, pulling like ghosts.

"Temple of Flames. Alan muttered as he looked at the back of the towering dome of Namu.

"Sir, you've been here before?" asked Steven, clutching his hungry stomach.

"Guess. Alan said casually, then threw the torch into the brazier and turned to walk towards the side door of the temple.

In order not to be discovered, they ran almost half of the city: around the Temple of Flames just to avoid a drunken lantern servant, through the dungeon where they were held from the rooftops so that they could not be detected by the guards standing guard at the door, into the stables and hiding from a patrol of guards with urine and dung, and the cat's waist running quickly through the houses, pig farms, and barracks of the city guards that surrounded the square. Heading north along the various buildings, it looks like I'm about to leave the city of your, and the escape is going very smoothly—

- until it was discovered by the guards at the north gate.

"Dungeon guys, I can understand how hard life has been since the priestess demolished all the brothels in the city, but the prisons are overcrowded right now!" said one of the older-looking guards, "Besides, you can't wear this to the kiln, what if Lord Namu wants to be dashing again before he dies?"

Another guard in an iron helmet leaned in. "You've all heard it, the captain has spoken, go back quickly, if you are caught outside the city, it will not be just the three of you who are unlucky. ”

"Anyway, you guys have nothing to do, go buy us a few bottles of bars. Another guard came over and said in a lazy tone, "This damn ghost is too cold, isn't it?"

Alan's voice stuck in his throat. If he could speak, he would buy some of the best and strongest bottles of wine, and the guards would let them go, but he couldn't make a sound, and if he said a word, even if a word popped out of his mouth, they would recognize him as not your, just as the guards in front of him wouldn't speak to him in a Nippur accent.

"Captain Devin, they don't seem to be very willing. The iron-helmeted guard shrugged.

"Hey, don't you understand?" the older guard's tone sharpened, "My men say they need a few bottles of wine to warm up, and you can walk out of this damn ghost gate and go to town to find two prostitutes to warm up, or do you have to reward you two ear scrapers to understand?"

Fear grabbed Alan's heart like a pair of big hands. After a brief thought, he slowly reached for the black steel sword at his waist, but what Steven said next made his movements tickle. "Oh, shit, shit, I almost didn't recognize you! You, you're Captain Devon?goddamn you, you're that old and sent to stand at this damn gate?" the red-haired wizard stammered in a lingua franca in your accent.

"Hey, who's to say it isn't!" the captain of the guard spat to the side, "You've got a couple of felons in prison, and Namm's damned eldest son has repeatedly told him to strengthen the guards, and as a result, he sent the fucking son!"

"That means you have weight!" Steven said.

"You have to go out so late?" asked the captain of the guard in a low voice.

"I remember your barracks were in the west of the city, right, right?" Steven said with a feigned relief.

"Everybody knows that. The captain of the guard exchanged glances with his subordinates, "What, you didn't bring enough money?"

"Namu's manifestations, all for the new kid," Steven pretended to be annoyed, "So, ..... tomorrow night"

“..... Tomorrow morning," the captain of the guard interrupted him with a frown, "and when I get off the sentry, I'll have to see those five bottles of good wine, and there are two brothers over there, and you owe us it, and everyone is at your risk." ”

"And each bottle will be this year's new brew!" Steven Lang announced.

"Let's go over. The captain of the guard tilted his head behind him.

As he walked through the city gates, Allen's heart was still pounding, and what he didn't know was that in the middle of the night, the red-haired wizard was already wet on his back, and he felt that his trouser legs could be wrung out of sweat.

"Are you a Nippur?" asked the red-haired wizard after leaving the city for some distance north.

"Great, my lord, it seems that it doesn't hurt to learn more. Steven said with trepidation.

"Man, where are we going next?" said Sersi as he looked around the fork in the pitch of the night. On the left, gravel and graves are strewn and the road winds downward, and on the right-hand side is a vast orchard. "Linde's whereabouts are unknown, along with Kenny's wife and Mio, and now we have no horses, no food and no water, it sucks. ”

"It's not bad, Tostivan's blessing, it's good that it doesn't ....."

Before the word "pursuer" could be spoken, Alan heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him. In the darkness, he saw a dozen torches whistling in the wind, and the men were getting closer and closer and rushing towards them. "Quick! into the orchard!" he roared in a low voice.