Chapter Twenty-Eight: Into the Eleven Cities

"Old man, did you know in advance that after detonating the Holy Light Teleportation Array, there would be an error in the teleportation direction?"

"How do I know, although I have casually studied the alchemy of the human race in the past thousand years, but I have not reached the realm where I can fully understand the teleportation array, stinky boy, do you know that the teleportation technology is a saint-level alchemy developed by the Abyss Clan recently?"

In the midst of a weedy barren forest, Murge tugged at his overalls, which had become tattered again, and muttered complainingly.

Counting this overalls, this is already the third set of overalls he has destroyed. Although he had prepared many sets of work clothes and dry food before setting off for the Tianyue Mountain Range, he couldn't help but waste it like this.

"The abyssal mongrels are actually studying alchemy, and they have also developed spatial teleportation technology one step ahead of the human race. Merge took out a few salvaged potions and hedrons from the storage ring and threw them into his mouth one by one, repairing the injuries left behind through the teleportation space tunnel.

"Since the age of the gods, the abyss clan has been bent on conquering the world, which race has not studied the secret art of the world?" the blonde old man snorted coldly.

"Old man, before the teleportation technology was successfully developed, how did the abyssal mongrels enter and exit the nine-layer abyss demon hell?"

"At that time, basically only the powerhouses of the Holy Realm would often go back and forth between the various layers of the Abyss Demon Hell, after all, the ability to tear through the space was only available to the powerhouses above the Holy Realm. ”

The blonde-haired old man paused, "If it is in a special period and it is necessary to transport a large number of slaves between the various layers, it will take more than ten Saint Realm pinnacles to open up the spatial rift and maintain the stability of the spatial rift. ”

Merge nodded thoughtfully, only to hear the blonde old man say again, "Stinky boy, stop chatting. Aren't you going to rescue a little girl? Hurry up, rescue that little girl, and I will send you both out of the Abyss Hell. ”

"That's right. ”

The blonde old man laughed, and then asked, "Boy, our next step is to find a pharmacist suit as soon as possible, so that ......"

Don't wait for the old blonde man to finish. Merge hooked the corners of his mouth and interrupted, "So we can pretend to be imprisoned pharmacists and sneak into the city, right?"

"Count you kid smart!"

Just as the blonde old man complimented Merge, Merge flipped over and took out a brand-new pharmacist suit, "If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that I was still an intermediate pharmacist." ”

"Well, I'm so old and foolish, how did I forget all this, Gerton told me. Although you are terrible in terms of talent, your brain is still very good, and you have achieved a lot of results in alchemy and making potions. ”

Merge pouted, "My talent is poor, it's not because he sealed my talent!"

As he spoke, Merge changed into a pharmacist's suit, "In this way, we can go, right?"

"Still no......," the old blonde man paused. "Although the apothecary in the second layer of the Abyss Demon Prison is not like the Sea Clan slaves, they have no freedom to speak of. But all the pharmacists were forced to wear abyssal shackles. ”

"Abyssal shackles?" the corners of Merge's mouth curled, "Meaningless, the level of alchemy in making abyssal shackles is not too high, it's just that special minerals are used, and I can barely make a replica." ”

With that, Merge pulled out the ore he had scavenged on Amber Island and his tool knife. Crafting abyssal shackles directly from memory in the same place.

Five hours later, Merge clapped his hands and exhaled as he looked at the abyssal shackles on the ground, his eyes unusually excited.

"Oh, I'm about to see someone's little girl. Look at you kid!" the blonde old man quipped.

"Old man, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and show the way. Merge picked up the abyssal shackles, and with a flash of form, swept towards the nearest city.

Halfway through, Merge suddenly asked, "Old man, I don't know your name yet?"

"Gru. The old blond man's voice was displeased, as if to complain about why Murge didn't remember to ask his name until now, "Gru Merger." ”

"In the name of my father, and my mother's surname...... Merge nodded to himself, "It seems that my cheap father really loves my mother." ”

"Stinky boy, what are you muttering about?"

............

Guided by Gru, Merge soon found himself at the foot of a city.

Aside from the rudimentary, dark architecture and the towering stone towers that make it look like a Terran city.

Hidden in the weeds in the distance, Merge whispered to Gru, "Old man, how do we get in?"

"You can only climb over the wall to get in......," Gru sighed, "The apothecaries trapped on the second floor are not slaves, but they are usually not allowed to leave the city. ”

"What's that?"

Suddenly, Merge's eyes lit up and he turned to look at the minecart heading towards the city in the distance.

At this moment, in front of the minecart, there were two Sirius men whose strength was equivalent to that of a Nine-Star Dou Master.

"I've got an idea!"

With that, whether Gru agreed or not, Merge stepped a little and cautiously approached the minecart.

............

In the city, Merge swaggered down the wide streets in shackles. Most of the apothecaries of all ethnic groups passing by looked indifferent and didn't know each other, but since Merge appeared, these pharmacists all looked at Merge with idiot eyes.

When most pharmacists saw Merger, they all thought in their hearts: "Where is this idiot, living such a slave-like life, and still so leisurely?"

Suddenly, Merge stopped an oncoming Terran intermediate pharmacist and asked with a smile, "Dude, buddy, do you know what this city is called?"

The pharmacist glanced at the shackles on Merge's feet, then at the intermediate pharmacist logo on Merge's chest, then looked at him with an idiot's eyes, and said coldly, "Eleven cities." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Merge to ask again, the Terran apothecary hurriedly walked forward.

"Stinky boy, keep up with him, and find out the situation in Eleven Cities first. ”

At this moment, Gru's small voice suddenly sounded, and when he heard this, Merge nodded, and unhurriedly followed the footsteps of the Terran apothecary.

After an hour, after following five different pharmacists, Merge finally figured out what was going on in Eleven City.

The so-called Eleven Cities is the name of the city where the abyssal apothecary administers live, just like the number of the prison. The Abyss clan named the city so casually, but it was from the side that the status of the apothecary in the second layer of the Abyss Demon Hell.

The many towering stone towers in the city, called the Apothecary Tower, are places where pharmacists study and manufacture potions. In the second layer of the Abyss Hell, the number of apothecary towers in the city also means the number of pharmacists in the city.

According to Merge's understanding, among the eleven cities, there were only three legendary pharmacists, fifteen high-level pharmacists, hundreds of intermediate pharmacists and thousands of low-level pharmacists.

Eleven Cities were not the key cities guarded by the Abyss Clan, and the Werewolf garrison was less than a thousand people.

It is precisely because the number of legendary apothecaries and senior pharmacists is too small that Eleven City can only be regarded as a small and remote city among the many cities on the second layer. (To be continued.) )