At that moment, the two turned around and put on a defensive posture, not at all as calm as they had just now.

The sight of the alley was empty, and there was no one there. There was a rush of footsteps behind them, and the two instantly understood what Horn was doing, roared angrily, and turned to chase after him.

The alley in front of him remained the same, but in Horn's eyes, it seemed that he would never run to the end, and the speed at which he used to be as fast as a galloping horse was so slow at this moment. As long as you get out of this alley, it is the main street, and these pursuers behind will not dare to pursue in broad daylight, which will definitely attract the intervention of the escorts.

Less than ten meters from the exit of the alley, a cold light pierced out of the shadows, and the target was Horn's heart.

"Roar" The cold light in Horn's eyes was like a grim smile of death, approaching step by step. At this time, Horn's natural reaction to his father's rigorous training from a young child came into play. The left foot kicked hard, and the figure suddenly rose, narrowly avoiding the cold light of disembowelment, but the left thigh was cut a blood groove.

"Hiss", the huge pain made Horn break out in a cold sweat, and the injury to his left leg made him lose his balance, staggering, dragging the injured leg, and running for his life.

But the cold light followed him, and with a whistling slash across Horn's right leg again, the blood splattering made Horn unable to balance anymore and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the cold light slashed towards Horn's right arm again.

With a "bang", a column of blood gushed out, and the hot blood splattered Horn's face, and the choking smell of blood almost made Horn vomit.

A short black arrow was fixed on a flat eyebrow and nose, the eyes were round, there was an unbelievable look in the eyes, the mouth made a clicking sound, and in his hand he held a sharp sword less than two fingers wide and sixty centimeters long, and the cold light was drawn by the sharp sword.

Horn breathed a sigh of relief, and at this critical moment, the bracer crossbow he bought from the weapons store saved his life.

With this delay, the two hooded gray-robed men behind had already caught up. Watching his companion being killed by Horn was furious. The sword in his hand rained down on Horn like a torrential rain.

In a series of weapons fighting, Horn Wolf dodged left and right, originally his strength of a fourth-level warrior was already very difficult against two fifth-level, and in addition to the blood from the wound on the two thighs, the body lì gradually lost, and the original effect of alcohol, the two eyes Venus.

Finally, the fat hooded gray-robed man struck with all his might, knocking the dagger in Horn's hand away, and with that heavy kick, kicked Horn in the chest, directly kicking him into the bluestone of the alley.

Horn was wounded and bruised, his eyes were black, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

It's a gloomy dungeon, with cobwebs on damp walls. On the uneven wall, droplets of water seeped out of the cracks in the wall, cutting a trench in the moss-covered wall, and converging into a small puddle of stinking water, from which the tiny microorganisms could be seen writhing, and to these microbes was the whole world.

Horn slowly woke up, and there was darkness in front of him. Suddenly, Horn suspected that he had reached hell. After a while, I got used to the darkness, and I was already able to see a little outline.

It is about six square meters of space, with brick walls on the left and right, rock at the back, iron railings of steel bars with arm thickness in front, and the floor and ceiling are also made entirely of rock.

"There are prisons in hell," was the thought that flashed through Horn's mind when he saw this.

But when he saw the two bandages on his legs, he knew he wasn't going to hell. The devil in hell doesn't heal anyone.

It was obvious that he had been caught and put in prison, but he didn't understand why the men were arresting him.

He had been thinking about it for a long time and had no clue, and the ensuing hunger forced him to instinctively look for food. I moved my limbs, but it was fine, my limbs were handcuffed and shackled, and everything else was fine, but I felt weak.

The cell was small, and in a matter of moments, Horn searched all corners of the room. There wasn't any food, there were plenty of bugs, rats, and cockroaches, but Horn didn't think his hungry stomach was up for the dirty creatures.

"Hey, anyone, let me out, I'm a nobleman, you must have caught the wrong person. Horn tried to shout.

It's just that there is no sound except for his own echo. After shouting several times in a row, no one answered. Instead, the hunger pangs worse, and Horn tried to shake the iron railing, but did not move, and for a while, he did so.

Suddenly, there was a noise on the wall on the left. I saw a brick sinking into the wall halfway up the wall. For a moment, an eye peeked out of the hole in the brick-lacked wall, bloodshot and emotionless as he watched Horn.

Horn was startled by the sudden movement, looked nervously at the eye, and as soon as there was a slight movement, he immediately smashed it with the handcuffs in his hand.

The eye watched Horn for a moment, disappearing into the darkness as if he had lost interest.

"Who are you, and how did you get caught?" a hoarse voice came from a hole in the wall.

After hearing the voice, Horn did not feel nervous, the owner of this eye should be a human, not some kind of animal.

"I'm Horn Constantine, and my father is a knight in the East Dauphin. I want to know what this place is, why are you arresting me, and who are you?" Horn asked.

"You're a nobleman, how did you get in?" the hoarse voice asked, surprised by Horn's identity.

Horn smiled bitterly: "If only I knew why they arrested me, this seems to be a disaster, I don't remember who I offended in the Imperial Capital." ”

"Is that so? This is Duke Haig's private prison, and you should have offended the Duke somewhere. The hoarse voice replied.

"Duke Haig, is it the Hag, Jon, Duke Hrushinki?" Horn was stunned, he really couldn't figure out what he had to do with one of the biggest names in the empire, let alone any hatred.

In the course of talking to the hoarse voice, I learned that the man next door was called Mkirag Natom. He is also a well-known thief in the Sunderland Empire, and once he didn't know what to do, so he went to Duke Haig's mansion to steal. Obviously, the thief missed, and the Duke's Mansion was so skilled that it didn't take much effort to catch Mkirag. For unknown reasons, the duke neither disposed of Mkirag nor released him, and kept him here.

The place was located in a manor house on the outskirts of the city of Duke Haig, and the location was very remote, and with the fact that it was surrounded by the Duke's private land, it would not attract much attention at all. Even if anyone tried to snoop, they would be expelled by the guards.

Horn had no idea of escaping, the shackles on his hands and feet and the arm-thick railings in front of him left him at a loss, and now he could only chat with Mkirag about the characters in various places. This Mkirag has wandered around and traveled to many places, including some famous dangers, and it is not boring to talk to him.

After a long time, there was a click in the darkness.

Light came in from the front right, and the cell door opened. Down was a big man with an open chest and a sturdy body, followed by a middle-aged man in a red tights, the middle-aged man had a gloomy face, no flesh on his cheeks, no two eyebrows, only the towering eyebrow bones.

The harsh light made it difficult for Horn to get used to it, and he squinted to see the person coming.

"Who are you, and why are you arresting me?" Horn asked.

The two opened the iron railing and walked in. At that moment, Horn quietly put on a stance, ready to surprise them while they were unprepared.

"Want to try it?" The red-clad man with a gloomy face and fleshless cheeks stared at Horn like a poisonous snake staring at a frog.

Suddenly, Horn felt that the qi in his whole body was locked and he couldn't move. Horn was shocked, he knew that he had met a master, like this, with the strength of being able to lock people with his qi machine, at least level seven. The master that Horn has encountered since he was a child is only one Ral, and he is only level six. You must know that the entire "Censhers" continent divides the warriors into eighteen levels, every six ranks are the first rank, one to six are the first rank, seven to twelve are the middle rank, and thirteen to eighteen are the high ranks, and it is difficult to measure them by force anymore. Generally, the "Qinsus" continent calls martial artists who surpass the eighteenth level as demigods, and this kind of martial artists basically have the same existence as gods.

There is only one officially recorded thirteenth-level martial artist in the entire Sunderland Empire, and that is Duke Victor Borgia of the Imperial Marshal, and the middle-level martial artist is already a master in the empire. Now that a martial artist of at least level seven is standing in front of Horn, how can he not be frustrated.

Seeing Horn's horror, the man in red cracked his mouth and smiled: "Horn Constantine, from the eastern town of Dauphin. ”

"Since you know who I am, then you also know that I am a nobleman, and you should know that the laws of the empire are punishable by death for attacking, beating, and imprisoning nobles without authorization. ”

"Haha". The man in red seemed to hear something ridiculous, and after a while he said mockingly, "Noble, I only know that in this world, power determines a qiē." The so-called nobles without strength are like dogs in front of me, and the only thing is that dogs can't speak. ”

Horn has nothing to say, for this power is a qiē person. Only stronger force can be his submission.

"Well, whether it's a nobleman or a dog, what are you holding me for? ransom or hatred? There must be a reason. Horn said helplessly.

"I am ordered by Duke Haig, and he wants to ask you only one thing. Who was behind the attack on Andrew's legations. The man in red said.

"What?" Horn asked blankly, although he was present in the attack on Andrew's legations, how could he know who was responsible for it.

"Don't play foolish, we have investigated, you have been waiting for a long time in the woods next to the road when the envoy arrived, and there are traces of deliberate sawing on the axle of that carriage, and your carriage is very coincidentally blocking the way of the envoy. It would be incredible to say that this qiē is all a coincidence, you say. The man in red said unhurriedly.