Originally, the Lord of Silver Dragon Castle thought that the orcs wanted to play tricks on the exchange, but a few days after the arrival of the envoy, through many understandings, he knew that this matter was indeed a bit complicated.

The war in the north continued, and although the orcs who fought for the establishment of the country had a goal to fight, the slogans did not allow them to capture more prisoners, especially after the crisis on the southern front was resolved, and the military pressure in the north increased again.

Prince Lingus, who lost face in front of the demons, took two knights and a large number of infantry troops to fight in the northern war area, and fought with the beasts in the land that originally belonged to the Beishan family.

Although the prince has no good way to use the demon bone dragon and hot weapons, he still has a good way to deal with the bloody orc army, and with the addition of more magicians, the crumbling northern front has stabilized, and the captured orcs are forced to build more castle fortresses to reduce the pressure on the army.

I have to say that the effect of standing in the castle and bombarding orcs with magic is indeed better than field combat, and even the bear warrior Xiuman, who is known as the "unbroken golden body", is helpless in the face of the shrinking enemy.

Due to the large gap between the two sides in terms of national strength, technology and magic, the Prince's tactics of "fighting a dumb battle" in Vincent's eyes have a certain advantage, at least stronger than being ambushed and annihilated by the opponent's superior forces in the previous field battles.

It is precisely because of this that the difficulty of capturing the Herodian captives is much higher than before, which is also a situation that the orcs never thought of when they negotiated with the demons before.

In addition, in order to prevent the infiltration of orc spies, the Herodians have strengthened their inventory everywhere in the country, and it has become difficult to transport a large number of slaves to the south through an underground network.

In the case of not being able to get through the dense forests of the western border, the smuggling that could have been completed in a month now takes several months, and it has to rely on the assistance of many other forces.

However, Dramy did not come for nothing to eat the seafood, and five days after her appearance, the first Herodian slaves entered the Primorsky Territory, with a total of forty-eight knights and infantry.

Maybe there were still captives who had fantasies at first, or wanted to maintain ridiculous dignity, but along the way, they had already been repaired and submissive by the orcs using various means, and would rather become slaves of the demons than stay by the orc's side for a second longer.

As for the other slaves, Vincent was not interested in their identity at all, anyway, they were all exchanged for money, so whether it was flattery or begging for mercy, it did not affect him to wave his hand and send this group of guys who were good for nothing but fighting to the slave ship in the southern port for a group trip to the Blue Shore territory.

There was only one person, the "special gift" that Dressey mentioned a few days earlier, who did not get the same treatment as his compatriots who went abroad.

In order to verify the authenticity of the situation in Drymi's mouth, Vincent also took time out of his busy schedule to go to the prison cell and personally interrogate the young man with a different identity.

In the basement of the Lord's Castle, there is a huge space that has been formed for unknown reasons, and the previous lord has taken advantage of this unique advantage to build a large-scale dungeon here, where the monsters who prefer darkness and gloom can hide.

As an ancient and cliché amusement facility, there is naturally a demon dungeon that everyone likes to see.

The dungeon is made up of cold black stone walls that exude an aura of evil that will strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest of the brave.

It's so gloomy that even the idle dragon doesn't want to visit.

As Vincent enters the dungeon, a narrow, dark corridor comes into view, surrounded by creepy magical runes written in blood. These runes shimmered with a cold light, as if mocking the insignificance and powerlessness of human beings, and also enhancing the power of the demons.

The dungeon was filled with a cold, damp atmosphere, and the dripping water droplets on the walls shimmered in the darkness as if they were the endless tears of the detainees.

At the end of the corridor, several huge iron doors appeared, and the doors were inlaid with many fine Mithril threads, exuding chaotic energy. Each silver thread was wrapped in a hideous, twisted blue-black spell, and anyone who entered it was attacked with a terrible curse.

"It's scary, please lock up the Herodians."

Dressy walked through the door tremblingly, looking at the jagged iron chains hanging on the walls inside, and the indescribable liquid still remaining on the chains, as well as the terrible torture instruments discarded everywhere on the ground, trembling, while excitedly making reasonable suggestions to the demon lord.

"That can't be." Vincent flatly refused, "This is a place of entertainment for our members to decompress, not the JZ camp of the Herodes, there are not so many places for them to live."

From some open rooms, Dressey saw many bones piled up in the corners, as well as human bodies hanging from the wall by rope chains, they didn't seem to be dead, their faces were twisted and painful, and the severed limbs were scattered all over the ground, attracting the applause of countless demons and demons, as if they were watching a theater performance.

In the distance, there were still moans and the wails of the torturers, which made the demons hear it as if they were hearing fairy music.

The burly and hideous whip demons are the main caretakers and interrogators inside, they are eternally energetic in the midst of wailing and blood, insatiable in their sadistic greed, and their insatiable pursuit of inflicting pain on their captors.

"That little thing can't stand the torture." Drymi reminded, "Wait until you have destroyed the enemy to the west."

"I'm measured." Vincent replied with a blank face, "If he is telling the truth, then why should he be killed?"

Escorted by a group of whip demons, the two arrived at the large torture room in the center of the dungeon, which was covered with blood-red magic stones, and the walls were inlaid with hundreds of psychic chaos crystal balls, which were parasitic with magic eyes, which could ruthlessly reveal the secrets of people's hearts.

"This is a special psychic torture room, and there are not many people who can get this kind of treatment." Vincent pointed to the corner of the torture chamber and said to Drymy, "This man's spirit has already collapsed, and we don't need to work hard."

In a dark corner, there was a teenager curled up on the floor, bound by jagged chains, and if you looked closely, you could see that the chains were wriggling, as if they were alive and shimmering with a bewitching light.

"It tastes right, it's him." Drymi sniffed the air before nodding his head and saying, "It's him, the magical apprentice who claims that his sister was an important assistant to Archmage Gasni, Hiram Dominic."

"It's really strange, if my sister has such a bright future, and even has the appearance of a magister, why doesn't the great magister completely cure him of the demon fetus on his body?" Vincent said to himself, "It's unbelievable that this person has been planted with demon fetuses seven or eight times, what do you say?"

Dressy looked at the lord who should have been clear in his heart, and a sneer curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"Of course, there are people who don't want him to recover, so that they can control him so that the genius magician lady can work honestly...... Even I think it's too vile."

"That's what I thought, too." Vincent raised his voice and asked the boy, "What do you think?"