The black future fell like a lead in his heart, so that he only wanted to control the powerful power as much as possible, so that he could return to Norland.

The power in Richard's hands was rapidly expanding, but the farther he went on the road of power, the more he truly felt the strength of Su Hailun and the mountains and seas. In the past, he only knew that Su Hailun was very powerful, but he didn't know anything about how powerful it was. It is like a mortal who looks up at the starry sky and knows only its vastness, but does not know its boundaries.

Now Richard felt that he knew a little bit after all, but this made him see more clearly, he originally thought that he and Su Helen were only separated by a mountain peak, but now he had to add a vast ocean. As for the mountains and the sea, the girl took another path of strength, which still made him unable to see clearly.

Back at the inn, the first thing Richard did was go into the basement.

It has been temporarily converted into a torture chamber, with a large hall connected to a dozen small narrow cells, and a large number of torture instruments are placed in the torture hall, most of which have been temporarily borrowed from the Jinhui Battle Banner.

Most of the prisoners in the cells were dwarves, as well as several leaders of the Red Cossack caravans. In the torture hall, several hideous torturers were topless, dragging a dying dwarf from the torture apparatus.

Siso, who was standing aside, walked over, opened the tome in his hand, and chanted the incantation in a soft, quietly trembling voice. A ray of holy light flashed through the dwarf, and the dwarf, who was hovering on the brink of death, was pulled back again. The young man's face turned pale, obviously unacceptable to such a bloody and cruel scene, but it did not affect the casting of the magic in the slightest.

There is a shadow of Baron Fontaine on his face, and his talent in magic is gradually emerging, and in a short period of time, he has become a third-level priest and can cast a healing technique. In any temple in Faro, the third level is the standard for a formal priest.

In charge of the torture was still the elven poet Orar, whose handsome and feminine face was distorted by anger, and his eyes were spewing with a cruel and cold light.

"Hang him up, pour a few buckets of ice water on him, and see if he can remember the route back to the Anvil of Thunder!" Oral cried out in some frustration.

The two torturers hung the dwarf and poured buckets of ice water on his head. The dwarf in the coma screamed and woke up, and then all the wounds on his body hurt together, making him unable to help it. However, ** is still mixed with cursing, and it seems that the repeated torture has not made him succumb at all. And there is hardly a piece of intact flesh and skin on this dwarf. Hisoka only used to heal minor injuries, which was effective in saving his life, but he was unable to make the wounds on his body heal in an instant. That's something that can only be done at the level of quicksand.

Richard walked into the torture room, glanced at it, immediately frowned, and asked Oral, "What, haven't they spoken yet?"

"These guys, it's really Henuo...... Authentic dwarves. Oral said with a wry smile.

The elven poet was gloomy and ruthless, and he learned a lot of methods of the dark world from Richard, as well as the cooperation of the priest, but he didn't expect that it took a day and a night, and he couldn't get this group of dwarves to tell the most important information, the location of the Thunder Anvil tribe. You must know that as long as the priest is present, the cruelty of torture will skyrocket, and the multiplier of the increase will depend on the priest's rank and divine skill. If the great priest is present, even if he misses and makes the prisoner unable to catch it in one breath, he can be rescued in time.

Richard's brows furrowed even tighter, and he asked, "Do they still insist on those claims?"

"Yes, master. Oral smiled bitterly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said: "They said that they had signed a pact with the Red Cossacks under the witness of God, and they would support them for the next thirty years and would not break their oath." These dwarves have a hard temper, they are all hard bones, and they can only be sharpened little by little. I need more time. ”

Richard glanced at the dwarves and asked, "Did you make it clear to them about the relationship?"

When Richard said this, there was already a faint chill in his tone, which made Oral tremble involuntarily. The elven poet said: "I have warned them that if they cooperate with the Red Cossacks, they will be our enemies, and we will not be soft on any enemy." Only by cooperating with us can we have a dedicated way of life. But ......"

"The dwarves of the Anvil of Thunder will never break the oath of God!!" a gruff roar came from the side, interrupting Oral's words. It was a stout dwarf with a beard as thick as horse's mane.

Richard walked up to the dwarf's cage, crouched down, and said lightly, "I don't need you to break your oath before God, I just want your **********." As long as I get the formula, I'll let you go. If you are still willing to support the Red Cossacks, that is also your business. Just to remind you, the Red Cossacks are the ones I will destroy, and if I see the dwarves of the Thunder Anvil on the battlefield, I will be killed. ”

"If you want to get the recipe for Thor's fire, dream about you!" the dwarf laughed, and then spat out a mouthful of phlegm in front of Richard.

Richard's face was cold, and the air flow in front of him surged, and the instantaneous magic protection stirred the air flow, and the thick phlegm was indirectly sent back and pasted on the dwarf's face. He didn't have the patience to talk to these dwarves at all now, but stood up, walked up to the caravan leaders of the Red Cossacks, and asked lightly, "What about you, do anyone want to tell me what I want to know?"

Most of them were silent, only a middle-aged man snorted and said viciously: "If you dare to rob the goods of the Red Cossacks and kill the Red Cossacks, just wait for death! When our army arrives, you better pray that you can die on the spot, otherwise, there will be strong men of all races lining up to turn your ass! Your women will not end much better, they will have to be fucked by at least fifty things every day......

Richard stood up, waved his hand, and a silence technique blocked back the words behind the middle-aged man. He frowned and said, "Why are all the smelly and hard guys we meet?

Richard's voice was flat, but Oral shuddered involuntarily. He didn't know how to answer this question, but if he didn't, the atmosphere was suffocating as soon as the room fell silent.

"Master, it's probably just that we didn't have a lot of luck this time......" Oral said carefully.

PS: Some testimonials on the shelves

Sin City will be released on June 1st, which is a unified campaign plan for the site, and in fact a change in the direction of operations. The effectiveness of this change remains to be seen. However, after all these years on this platform, I still hope that the website can grow better. With a big tree, it's good to enjoy the shade. Based on this, I still want to support this change as much as I can. Previously, Nanfeng had promised that this book would continue to be free, but now that she can't fulfill her promise, I will apologize to everyone on her behalf.

Needless to say, the importance of the platform is that we are all attached to it in order to have our own space. So after it is put on the shelves, I hope that everyone who has the ability can subscribe. If you can't subscribe, clicks, treasures, and flowers are also for me, and support for 17k. To this day, it can be said that the so-called breadwinner is a long time ago for me, and I can continue to write it down because of my dreams. I have countless worlds in my chest that I want to share with you, but I'm afraid I won't have time to write about them. That's why Sin City Updates pushed me to the limits of what I used to do. And my dream is built on these numbers, because behind these numbers are readers, people who share my stories.

Anyone I've been with since the blasphemy era knows what I think about VIP. I want to have a subscription, I want to have support, but I don't force it. For the time being, readers who have no foundation and no income can also see it in other ways. Everyone understands this, so it doesn't need to be said explicitly. So treasure it, occasionally come to brush the version, cast a flower, it is enough for me to feel your support.

Since the publication of "Sin City", it has been updated without interruption, updating 880,000 words in less than 160 days, with an average of 5,000+ per day. Looking at these numbers, I feel that I can say without shame: I have credibility after all. But when I saw other numbers, such as VIP, PK, Flowers, and Clicks, I still felt that I had written too little. The time of coding words can no longer be increased, so I have to make a fuss about efficiency.

Finally, on May 31, the last day before it goes to the shelves, I will send out all the saved and written items. Strive to update more than 10,000 words and challenge your limits. However, there is no guarantee for the number of updates on June 1. In addition, because the average daily price was not 5000 in May, and then some book friends had already prepaid the gambling money (I haven't said where to gamble!), so I will strive for 15w+ in June, and guarantee two changes per day to make up for it.

ps: The testimonial is a little longer, well, it's really getting more and more watery and introspective.

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