Facing the pungent smell of blood, Marven resisted the urge to vomit and walked into the dungeon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dungeon was very well guarded, and there were many jailers inside, Marven used the "Night Demon Eye" to control them as much as possible, and if he couldn't control it, he quickly killed them, and then released the fireball technique to burn their corpses clean.

These jailers would never have dreamed that the Xia magician, who was in charge of the defense of Solo City, was actually a spy who was spy.

In the innermost cell of the dungeon, Marven finally saw Avril covered in blood and covered in bruises.

"Willpower is really tenacious. Marven sighed softly, Avril's thighs and lower abdomen were full of shocking whip marks, her shoulders were a blur of flesh and blood, there were obvious signs of burns from the soldering iron, and the ten fingers pierced by the tip of the needle were trembling involuntarily hanging in the air, but she didn't let out a single moan.

Even Marven had to admire the firmness of this elf's willpower.

As if hearing someone coming, Avril raised her head with difficulty, and after seeing the person clearly, she scolded coldly: "Filthy Xia pig, what are you doing here?"

"Of course, I'm here to torture information. Marven smiled indifferently, picked up a quill pen on the desk, and wrote a small stack of white paper.

"Despicable and shameless Xia Pig, you will die of this heart, don't try to know anything from me, your sinful soul will go to hell sooner or later!"

"Well, yes, it's quite backbone. Marven nodded and said nonchalantly: "Say, who ordered your attack this time?"

Avril snorted coldly, and turned her face away.

"I don't have to guess that I know that your attack must have been ordered by Hypatia, and she is such a blind and confident fool!" Marven glanced up at her, dipped his quill pen in ink, and began to write again.

"Not really!" Avril was a little emotional, and shouted with disdain, "General Hypatia is the most outstanding military genius of our elven clan, and her wisdom and talent are beyond the comprehension of you filthy and shameless demon lackeys......!

As if suddenly realized, Avril exclaimed in a low voice, then closed her eyes, turned her head away, and never looked at Marven again.

"Hah...... Ha ......" Marven couldn't help laughing, put down the quill pen, and carefully folded the documents that had been written. Then he drew his sword and slashed all the shackles on Avril's body.

"You...... What are you doing here?!" Avril was stunned by the sudden turn of events, and was stunned and at a loss.

"General Hypatia's wisdom and talent, even if you can learn a tenth, you will not fall into the field today. Marven retrieved an envelope from the storage ring and carefully stuffed all the written documents into it.

"You have taken these things, they are all the latest information about the demons, the blood army will use the spatial teleportation array to cross to the Moonlight Valley of the Eternal Forest in ten days at the earliest, you will inform General Hipatia when you go back, so that she can prepare as soon as possible." Marven sealed the envelope and solemnly handed it to Avril, and then chanted a spell to dispel the negative magic in Avril's body that suppressed her vindictiveness.

"I understand......" Avril suddenly realized, remembering all the previous actions to Marven, her cheeks couldn't help but be slightly hot, and after taking the envelope, she flew past Marven's side and ran towards the door.

"And!" Marven stopped her as she was about to run out of the cell door, "Please tell General Hypatia that I, Marven, will never betray her." Marven stood up with his hands in his hands and stared at the starry night sky outside the iron window.

Avril bowed slightly, "Okay, I will." Then it turned into an afterimage and quickly disappeared into the endless night.

"Warden!" After a moment, Marven called the Warden of the Blood Clan, who was in charge of the prison, to his side.

"Master, what do you command?" the Warden of the Blood Clan quickly rushed over, his expression a little wooden after being controlled by spiritual magic.

Marven handed the warden another document he had written, "This is information from the elf's mouth, if Orrenville asks you, you know what to say." ”

"The elven vanguard can't stand the torture to extract confessions and the temptation of profits, and has recruited everything she knows. ”

"Very good!" Marven nodded, "Give Orrenville the 'deployment map' of the elven army, and be careful to explain it in as much detail as possible." ”

"Yes, master. The Warden of the Bloodline then bowed and retired.

Before leaving the dungeon, Marven called one of the jailers he controlled to the cell, used a transfiguration technique to transform him into Avril, and left with a smile and satisfaction.

Now Orrenville's strength has been greatly damaged, and it is difficult to distinguish the true and false of that elven vanguard officer without using the dispel spell, not to mention that with the warden and so many blood prison guards "testifying", at least for a short time, Orenville will not have any suspicions.

"It's time to leave. Marven glanced back at the castle and dungeon behind him, and then walked towards the city gate without hesitation.

After a few steps away, he seemed to remember something, and quickly took out the slightly yellowed signal magic scroll from the storage ring, and tore it open with a "click".

Thousands of miles away, on the outskirts of Habsburg, a hut near an iron mine suddenly emitted a pale cyan fire.

"What's the matter? Am I dazzled?" the dwarf, awakened by the firelight, rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned into the hut. After entering the house, he lit the lamp and found that the magic scroll he had placed in the most conspicuous position had been burned to the point that only a cloud of ashes remained.

"God of War! he's succeeded!" Hammer smiled reassuringly, glancing at the large pile of newly crafted weapons by the wall, before striding away.

After walking a short distance, the bronze hammer returned with a torch, and he crouched by the wall and stroked his work, and after hesitating for a long time, he picked out a few of the best ones to take away, and then burned the workshop where he had been for nearly two years to ashes.

"Quick, kill him, kill him!"

As soon as Marven walked to the city gate, there was a shouting and killing sound not far away.

It seemed to be from a patrolling soldier, and he frowned and followed the voice.

"Yu Lianbo!" After seeing the group of people clearly, Marven's pupils quickly dilated, and he only felt a cloud of anger burning in his chest.

Yu Lianbo didn't seem to notice his arrival, carrying a steel knife that was still dripping blood, and a group of Xia people gathered in a heap, the ground was full of the corpses of the Morowingians they had killed, the blood stained the earth red, and the entire city gate was filled with a strong smell of blood.

In the center of the crowd, there stood a young man of the Xia clan who was armed with a long knife, who looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old, and opposite him was a group of Morowingian teenagers who were not much older than him.

"Quick, kid, be brave, just stab the knife in, kill them, kill them!" the people around him kept clamoring.

The young man of the Xia tribe closed his eyes, tilted his head sideways, his hands holding the knife kept shaking, but his feet never took a step forward.

Yu Lianbo walked to his side with a kind face and helped him stabilize the trembling long knife.

"Don't be afraid, child, don't be resistant, remember that these people who have been bound before you are your enemies, and that it is Morowing's army that has ruined your family, oh, think of your poor parents......" Julienber said with some kind of irresistible devilish temptation.

"Come, kid, hold the knife steady, yes, that's it, rush straight over and stick the knife in their chest! Always remember that they are all your enemies, and you must think of revenge ......"

Belch...... Ah!" The boy was finally moved by Yu Lianbo's words, and saw that he closed his eyes, and stabbed at one of the Morowingians in front with his knife raised.

The knife stopped in mid-air.

The young man of the Naxia tribe opened his eyes, only to see a hand tightly gripping the knife that was about to pierce someone else's body, and blood continued to flow down the blade, but that hand was still like a steel tong, holding the blade tightly.

"Yu Lianbo, what are you doing?!" Marven asked sharply, his face full of anger that was about to explode.

"Brother Mage, don't be so excited, I'm doing the necessary training for our Xia Clan's children!" Yu Lianbo waved his hand and explained.

"Training?" Marven glanced at the group of Morovingians who were tied up with flowers, "Is it just for him to kill people?!"

"Not only that, my mage brother, we must also instill hatred in them, killing training is only one of the essential parts, we also have to ......"

"That's enough!" Marven interrupted him with a roar, "Let these people go!"

"Why?" Yu Lianbo looked unwilling, "these human beings are our mortal enemies, they have enslaved us, they have killed us, and they always say that we are an inferior race without faith......" He clenched his fists, his forehead was bruised, and he shouted hysterically: "Then let their blood pour our faith in hatred!"

"Hatred is not faith, Yu Lianbo. Marven shook his head again and again, and said in an indisputable tone: "I ordered in the name of the commander of the city defense to release these people!"

Yu Lianbo's face was unwilling, but he had to wave his hand and ask his subordinates to release him.

"Let go of me, let go of me!" the Naxia kid punched and kicked in an attempt to snatch the knife back from Marven's hand.

"Let me kill them, I hate these people, don't stop me! I need faith, I need strength!" Seeing that Marven did not let go, the child shouted loudly.

"Hate and killing are not faith, my child. Marven kept the knife far away, "Kid, what's your name?"

The child looked at the stranger in front of him, and saw that he was as calm as a mountain, and his melancholy eyes were full of a trace of concern, which was completely different from the group of hysterical madmen just now, and suddenly felt a long-lost intimacy from him.

"I ...... My name is Zhang Feng. The boy replied.

"Okay, Zhang Feng, follow me, I'll take you to find the true faith. Marven smiled and stroked his head.

"Real ...... Faith?" Zhang Feng hesitated, but finally nodded, followed him, and walked out of the city gate together.

Not long after he walked out of the city gate, Zhang Feng pulled Marven's sleeve and said timidly: "I...... I'm going to say goodbye to my parents, is that okay?"

"Your parents?" Marven nodded, "Of course." ”

The boy walked towards an abandoned village outside the city, and Marven followed him from a distance.

In a corner of the ruins, the child stopped, where there were two low graves. The child lay in front of the tomb and whispered as if the relatives in the tomb were still alive.

It's just that the tears in his eyes are still sliding uncontrollably.

"Child, if you feel grief, try to cry as much as you can. Marven walked over softly and hugged his head.

The boy finally wept in his arms.

"Cry, cry! The feeling of losing a loved one is the most painful and sad feeling. Marven went and gently stroked his head, "But you also have to think that when you stick a knife into someone's chest, other people will also lose their loved ones and fall into this boundless pain......"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong...... the child suddenly raised his head and said with tears on his face, "I will never listen to them again." ”

"Good boy, live well, be a good person......" Marven looked up and glanced at the night sky, which was already slightly white, "Your parents will always be blessed in heaven for your ......"