Angliel frowned.

"That's it here, don't you mind. The fat guard smiled with a charcoal stove in his hand, "If you take this little stove of mine with you, it should be warmer." He took the initiative to hand over the small charcoal stove.

"No need. Angre tightened his collar again and strode in.

Along the corridor, you soon came to a closed stone chamber, and in the middle of the stone chamber was an underground passage entrance. Like the mouth of a well, the circular entrance, looking inside, is a staircase leading to the underground prison, which is lit with torches, and it is bright.

The terrible screams came out of the passage more and more clearly.

Anglie followed the entrance of the passage and descended the stairs, which were lined with rows of empty prisons, and disgusting feces and dark red blood could be faintly seen in the iron bars. The air was filled with a mixed stench of rotting smells.

Several patrolling guards approached him. He saluted Angle. The captain who led the team ordered his subordinates to continue patrolling, and he continued to walk inside with Anglie.

After turning a few corners, they branched into a fork in the road, and the screams gradually became quieter.

And the stench in the air is getting stronger.

The captain walked over to a prison door on the left side of the hallway, pulled out a large key, and opened the prison door.

"The person you want to meet is here. But I advise you to hurry, this person is infected, and he probably won't live long. Now it's half-dead. The captain whispered.

Angre nodded and walked into the prison.

On the ground was a 'bed' made of yellow wheat stalks, and a man dressed in black lay motionless on it, the stench of feces and urine mixed with the disgusting smell of festering wounds and burrowed into Angle's nose. Even he couldn't help frowning.

"Still angry?" he reached out his leather boot and kicked the man on the wheat terrier.

The man in black moved, and after a moment, he turned his head with difficulty and opened his eyes. "Who are you?" his voice was so small that it sounded like a moan and a breath.

Only then did Anglie notice that the man in black had undulating curves and bumps, and he was actually a woman. Although she can't see her face with her face covered, looking at her eyes and facial contours, as well as the skin color she reveals, it's obvious that she is a white-skinned beauty.

However, he didn't have any special feelings, and before he achieved his goal, whether he was male or female, whether he was beautiful or ugly, he was just a target object in his eyes. All the more so in such an environment full of excrement and the stench of decay.

"The last stronghold of your Serpent of the Sarin has been destroyed. If I hadn't asked for a place to live in advance, you would have been toyed with by those jailers to death. "Although they have twisted my meaning, it seems that they have selected the prettiest of you for me. But for me, as long as you're alive, that's enough. ”

The woman on the ground stared at Anglie with her eyes open. Her eyes appeared weak and weak. "Do you want my gratitude?

"What are you laughing at? As a human being, you should learn to be grateful. Angle's eyes narrowed.

"Die, you hypocritical trash! Bug, you think you're going to believe your nonsense?" said the woman coldly, barely mustering all her strength. The mood seemed to give her some strength back.

"I'm not interested in your serpents of sarin and the troubles of Lennon City, I only care about dragon scale flowers. Angliel said calmly.

"Hehe, do you think the Serpent of Sarin is all we have?" the woman looked at Angel with cold, sarcastic eyes. "Wait, Fansara will give us hope!" she spoke, speaking more fluently.

"Maybe you're mistaken, I'm not interested in your business, I'm only interested in Dragon Scale Flower. Tell me the whereabouts of the dragon scale flower, and I can consider letting you go. Angliel frowned. Although he no longer needs the dragon scale flower now, it would be too wasteful to let it go when he encounters such a good thing at the level of heaven and earth treasure. In the future, when you return to the college, you can also use it to exchange resources with others.

Therefore, as long as there is a little clue, he will definitely not let it go.

"Bedbugs!" the woman scolded.

"I said, as long as you tell me the whereabouts of the dragon scale flower, I can have someone let you go. Angliel frowned and repeated.

"I do know where it is, but do you think I'm going to tell you?

"You guy," Angliel's eyes lit dangerously.

"What are the means to do it, disgusting garbage! I would rather feed it to the dogs, and I won't tell you!"

"Then how are you going to believe me?" said Angle, holding back his breath.

The woman was actually stopped by this question. She was silent for a moment.

"I want to change places, it's so dirty here. She demanded.

Angeliel snorted, turned and walked out, and began to shout loudly.

Ten minutes later.

The two had reached a jailer's lounge lit by a campfire, and the others were waved back.

Angliel looked at the woman half-lying on the recliner and said coldly.

"Say it. Information on the dragon scale flower. ”

"Why should I tell you?" said the woman coldly. "Give me a glass of milk and white bread. I am hungry. ”

In a short time, the milk and white bread were also brought by the jailers.

Anglie sat with his legs crossed, watching the woman gobble down her food. From time to time, I almost choked on milk.

"What other conditions, let's put them together. ”

The woman looked up and glanced at him.

"I'm going to get out of prison, get out of here, and I'd better be able to take a shower before I leave. If you can meet my requirements, I can tell you about the dragon scale flower. ”

"No problem. Angliel readily agreed.

"Who allowed you to release the prisoners at will, Lord Angle!" a voice interrupted him.

With a click, the door opened, and a tall man in white leather armor walked into the room. He clenched the broadsword at his waist in his right hand. The face is gloomy.

"I need permission to do things?" said Ele Knight," Angley's face sank, and he stood up. Eli, the peak knight of the Zweig family, I don't know why, when Anglie wanted to save a death row prisoner, he strongly opposed it, and it also led to a public turn against Anglie. And now, the relationship between the two is naturally worse.

"No one is allowed to take anyone out of the death row prison without my orders!" said Knight Eli coldly.

"What are you without your command? Zweig's dog! What right do you have to say this before me. ”

Boom!

Eli jerked out a broadsword. His face was bruised, and he stared at Angele.

Suddenly, a whispered greeting came from outside the door.

"Lord Sivi. ”

"Lord Sivi, you're here. ”

Eli snorted coldly and pressed back on his broadsword.

"You should be thankful that you're lucky. Otherwise, I'll make it impossible for you to get out of this door today. Only bragging garbage. ”

Anglie scoffed. "This sentence should be replaced by me. ”

Eli stared coldly at Anglie for a moment before turning and walking out the door.

Laugh at!

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and Ai Li's right hand was raised, and a silver glimmer of light was nailed to the death row woman on the chaise longue. It's actually a throwing knife.

"You're looking for death!!" Angre was furious, and his figure exploded. A chair was kicked up with a thud at his feet, and he slammed it into the recliner, knocking the woman straight to the ground. But he also dodged the deadly attack of the silver throwing knife.

A black mist erupted from Angli's right hand and slammed into Eli, claws clawing at his face.

Eli's pupils shrank, and he jerked back.

Syllable!!

A silver broadsword lay right in front of Angle's hand. The claws slapped against the surface of the sword, making a crisp clashing sound. The black mist was instantly shot away.

"Lord Angle, please don't get excited. Eli Knight was just a momentary gaffe. A man in white armor crossed in front of Angliel. Retract the broadsword in your hand.

"Momentary gaffe, Sylvie Knight, haven't you always been neutral?What? you want to stop me from making a move on Eli?" Angliel withdrew his right hand, his tone cold.

"I'm just on business, this is a death penalty prison, and no personal fights are allowed. The tone of his voice in Sivi's helmet remained the same.

Eli stood behind Xiwei, and his face turned a little pale at this time. Only then did I realize that the rumors I had heard before were indeed true.

"What was that black mist just now? You should have seen it too, right? He wanted to kill me just now, that black mist must be the most vicious curse. This man actually wanted to openly attack a knight with an official establishment in the city. I will definitely report this matter to Lord Highland. ”

"Elverider, please calm down. Knight Sivi said calmly.

Eli clenched the broadsword at his waist and looked at Anglie with fierce eyes.

Anglie snorted coldly.

"I have the Lord's instructions to meet all the requirements. Even the release of those on death row is a right. You can go and sue, of course, if I hear something bad after I leave, I will guarantee that you will not see the sun tomorrow. ”

Eli opened his mouth, wanting to say two cruel words, but hesitated, and finally did not make a sound, he did feel a trace of killing intent emanating from Angele. Originally, he just thought that the rumors of Anglie hunting phosphorescent giant elephants were exaggerated. But now that he really faced the other party, he realized that Anglie's true strength was far beyond his imagination. For the first time in his life, the legendary word Mystic slowly overlapped with the image of Anglie in his mind.

"Let's go!" Eli said coldly, turning to leave. Sivi bowed to Angel and turned to follow Eli. He seems to have come specifically to find Eli.

Angle's eyes flickered for a moment, and he stood in place for a long time before turning around and sitting back in his original position.

The female condemned prisoner had already slowly gotten up from the ground, half-leaning on the edge of the fireplace, looking at Anglie without knowing what she was thinking.

(To be continued)