As if sensing the horror in Fanterson's heart, the legendary powerhouse glanced over the place.

Fanterson's heart tightened, and he didn't dare to move, and at the same time, his heart was in his throat.

He was afraid that the traces of the other three would be discovered.

Soon, though, Fantersen realized that his worries were too much at this time.

The legendary powerhouse coughed twice in a low voice:

"It seems that the True Gem that I managed to steal had some effect."

"There are other forces around here."

As soon as these words came out, Fantersen knew that there was no need to hide.

Although the opponent's class has not yet been determined, Fantersen knows that the legendary powerhouse has a level suppression of his own stalkers, and it is difficult for stealth skills to make up for this, unless the other party is not paying attention.

But now, the other party has apparently discovered them.

At this tense juncture, the leader of the gnolls still showed a certain amount of courage.

He directly showed his figure, and instead of holding the weapon in his hand, he spoke to the man in a gentle tone:

"Is there anything you can do to help?"

What the legend said just now, Fantersen also heard.

He quickly analyzed that the surveillance blind spot in this vicinity was most likely caused by this legendary powerhouse.

And what the other party just said also proves this!

"He might want to call us for help!"

"But it's too risky, that damn humiliating tyrant can even capture legends as prisoners, this terrible dungeon is full of gems of true knowledge, and the devil knows how many legends are tied up......"

"It's harder than Ice Saw Valley!"

"Humiliating the tyrant is probably an opponent of the same level as Sanger!"

Fantersen was nervous and apprehensive, for fear that the legend would ask to take him away, because if he refused, the other party would call the guards, and at that time, his sneak would be a complete failure!

They may be like the devils, and they may be reduced to a meal of disgrace to the tyrant himself or his men!

Thinking of this, Fantersen, who has always been bold and careful, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Don't worry, I wanted to ask for help from the outside world, but I didn't expect to meet a little shrimp like you."

The legendary powerhouse smiled calmly, and it was at this moment that Fantasticson noticed that a broken flute was hidden in his sleeve.

Coupled with the other party's elegant and calm temperament, almost instantly, he judged the other party's occupation!

"Legendary Poet!"

Fantersen gasped again.

The Bard profession is the most typical of all professions, and it is not even inferior to that of a mage!

Legendary bards are definitely not something that ordinary people can catch.

What's more, he noticed that the other party's instrument was broken, and what kind of fierce battle had taken place for a bard who regarded the instrument as his own life to make him face this situation calmly......

For a while, Fantersen made up a lot of brains.

His hands trembled involuntarily, and he only felt the cold air around him rush to him.

The rest of the people's faces were also not good-looking.

"But it's also in line with the tyrant's arrogant and arrogant style, he hasn't been very concerned about the guys below the legend, and this has become an opportunity for you to stumble in."

"But ......"

He said meaningfully:

"It's not necessarily a good thing."

"Let's leave now!"

Fantersen didn't say a word, but made a decision.

"You know, I can call the guards right away."

The poet coughed twice, "It's nothing to lose to me, for he won't kill me easily until he cripples me." ”

"As for you......"

He looked at everyone's eyes, full of ill intentions.

The gnoll leader simply regrets that his bowels are blue!

I didn't come to investigate the dungeon if I knew it, and I ran away.

Now it's good, he knows that since this legend has said so, he must have asked for something.

He is also a person with a clear mind, and he said hard:

"If you have any requests, just mention them."

"We'll do our best."

"Please also spare me and my brothers, we are just passing by the tribe, we have found a city here, and we are a little curious......"

His words were quickly interrupted by the legendary poet.

"Passing tribes? Are your tribes mixed with gnolls and drows? It's really interesting. ”

As soon as these words came out, Fantersen knew that the other party was also a difficult character, so he could only be silent at the moment.

"I'm hopeless."

The poet suddenly showed his wrist to the crowd.

On it, Fantersen saw a quirky symbol!

That symbol, as if made up of countless twisted pupils, triggered an instinctive fear in the heart just by looking at it!

"It's ......" Fantersen turned his head away, not daring to look again!

He already had a guess in his mind.

"It's a brand of humiliation for tyrants."

"I'm already his plaything."

The poet laughed at himself: "It is also my own curiosity that has always thought that the legendary humiliated tyrant was just a waste of fame, and as a result, it was planted in his hands......"

"In these days, I have experienced unimaginable pain."

"I don't have much hope for you, but I just want you to do something for me!"

"That is, after listening to my story, and then spread my story throughout the Dark Regions!"

"Tell all the dungeonists what happened to me and what I humiliated the tyrant!"

"Then you ......"

"Run for your life!"

Fantersen looked a little puzzled.

It's not that the poet is so demanding, but on the contrary, it's too simple!

"I'm a poet, and I've spent my life singing the praises of others and telling others."

"This time, I hope someone can record my story."

"I want to remind the world of what a terrible guy it is to humiliate a tyrant......"

His tone was calm throughout, but he heard a chill run through the backs of Fantersen and the other gnolla scout.

"How?"

The poet stared at Fanterson, and then at the others:

"Shall I call the guards, or ......"

"Listen to a story?"

Naturally, Fantersen had no choice but to choose the latter.

Although it seemed that the legendary poet was deposed, he was still unsure that he would kill him before he called in the guards.

Therefore, he could only try to deal with the poet, who seemed to be a little nervous.

……

The bard called himself Kang.

He is a level 26 bard who is not a native of the Underworld, but from the Old World.

While searching for his mother's origins, he came to the dark region and stumbled upon the humiliation of the tyrant.

As a bard who was interested in news and anecdotes, he instinctively wanted to find out more.

He blended into the city incognito, recording the lives of the people of the city and the humiliated tyrant.

He is going to write these things out and print them into a book to decipher the bloody life of this terrible lord.

It was only when he was about to retire that the humiliated tyrant discovered him.

After a battle between the two sides, the humiliated tyrant easily defeated him and imprisoned him in a dungeon.

In the dungeon, Kang learns that everything is just a hoax!

From the first minute he entered the Anonymous City, all his whereabouts were already under the control of the humiliating tyrant.

His life in the Anonymous City was entirely under the control of the humiliating tyrant.

Because of his sufficient strength, he is qualified to be a plaything to humiliate the tyrant.

As for how he played with it, Kang didn't mention it in detail, but Fanterson thought a lot from the scars on the corners of his mouth and the posture of lying on his side and covering his hips......

Kang's narration is smooth and slow, as if he were telling an insignificant travelogue.

He explained in detail everything he met and every person he met.

These seemingly ordinary and warm details of life actually contain the malice designed to humiliate the tyrant.

And when everything was revealed and the truth was revealed, he almost collapsed-

The girl next door who almost made him feel like his first love was actually a succubus who was tired of humiliating tyrants;

The middle-aged man who often drank and chatted with him was actually a murderous demon refiner;

And the idealistic boy with a firm glow in his eyes who took the initiative to find him and tell him that there was an uprising against the rule of the humiliated tyrant was actually humiliating the tyrant himself.

All this is a script designed to humiliate the tyrant himself.

Kang experienced ups and downs, and was physically and mentally devastated.

Only then was he thrown into the dungeon and had a moment to breathe.

This is also due to the fact that the humiliating tyrant is said to have found a new plaything.

"This is a real devil."

"If it weren't for the fact that you didn't have any devilish breath, I would have thought that you were also arranged by him."

The poet Kang sneered:

"I've lost my most basic judgment, though."

"If you were indeed sent by him to continue toying with me, you don't have to pretend."

Fantersen and the rest looked at each other.

The legs of the other gnoll scout were already shaking involuntarily.

There seems to be a natural magic to the poet's narration, giving a sense of personal experience.

For these underground aborigines, death has never been the most terrible thing!

Sometimes, it is a blessing to die happily.

In the dungeon, there are not no violent lords, and killing people at every turn is commonplace.

But humiliating a tyrant like this is simply unheard of!

Fantersen suddenly woke up:

"Of course we're not."

He touched the back, and it was all sweaty mane!

"Is that so? I hope you really just got in by luck, and not someone deliberately let you in. ”

At this, the poet laughed foolishly.

His laughter grew louder and louder.

Fantersen forcibly calmed down, gave the rest of the people a look, and signaled to retreat!

"You know what?"

As he retreated to the door of the dungeon, the poet suddenly said in a loud voice:

"My biggest dream is actually to be an actor!"

"It's a pity that there is no chance."

"Please, be sure to bring my story to others."

"Otherwise, I will curse you with my last strength, and curse you to one day become a member of the dungeons of Anonymous City......"

His voice was getting more and more frenzied, and it was already drawing footsteps from the dungeon!

Fantersen couldn't hide it, didn't say a word, just ran away!

When the group arrived at the warehouse, they were met by the rest of the group, who were also terrified.

"Let's go!"

For this screaming sentry, Fantasticson didn't want to stay for a moment.

As a result, just as he was fleeing from the Screaming Sentry, one of the guards suddenly noticed something and rushed over!

Fantersen was a big child, and he just wanted to do something, but at this time, a small voice sounded in his ears:

"You go."

"My Highness."

"Queer brother, I owe you my life, if you can come back alive this time, you will invite me to drink."

Anyway, it was not up to the others to say that Bai Zhuoer actually canceled the stealth and directly attracted the attention of the guards!

The rest gritted their teeth and sped up their movements.

To be honest, this kind of sacrificing oneself to take the initiative to break off is relatively rare in the relatively cruel and selfish dark world.

Bai Zhuoer can do this step, which proves that his relationship with queer is really deep!

"Gotta come back alive."

When Fantersen and his party fled to a pass outside the sentry post, a scream suddenly came from behind.

They turned their heads away.

I just saw the scene of the white-skinned Drow being cut in half!

"Let's go!"

Fanterson felt a pain in his heart and shouted decisively.

The rest of the people left with sad expressions on their faces.

The guards did not find any trace of them, so they did not catch up.

Outside the screaming sentry, calm returned.

Only the guards quietly completed the change of guards, and the patrol and prevention of the perimeter became more strict.

As for the anti-stealth gem of true knowledge, it is even more inexpensive to fill the ground.

……

An hour later, the Anonymous City.

Xu Nan hosted a banquet at the newly opened crayfish restaurant, Oconda and his companions.

The legendary poet and his companions arrived in the city yesterday and fell in love with it as soon as they arrived. When Xu Nan was chatting with Oconda, he accidentally learned that this guy's biggest dream was to be an actor once.

So he took it into account and changed part of the intimidation plan to be spoken by the bard Oconda himself.

With the support of the efficient copywriting completed by the Gray Tower Administrator, Oconda was appointed to play this one-man show.

The purpose is to imprint an indelible shadow on the hearts of Fantersen and the other scout!

Before the story began, the symbol that Oconda showed them was actually something that Xu Nan had casually taken from Song Xiaocheng's Throne of Fear.

The Throne of Fear gathers all the mysteries of fear in the multiverse, and Xu Nan thinks about stealing a little casually, and the effect will definitely not be bad.

The results showed that his conjecture was quite correct.

The performance of Fantersen and the rest of the group simply exceeded expectations.

The rest of the scouts waiting in the warehouse, Xu Nan also made arrangements.

I believe that after going back this time, these gnolls and Drow will never forget this "thrilling and dangerous" sneaking trip.

And the story of humiliating the tyrant will officially be told in the dark region!

[Psychic Fear: Tier II 35%]

This number is increasing rapidly!

"It works well."

Xu Nan was very satisfied.

At this time, Oconda, who was sitting opposite and enjoying the devil's meat, suddenly asked:

"Is that really going to work?"

"Is my acting skills really okay?"

"After all, they didn't see the so-called [humiliating tyrant] himself all along."

……