The wild man picked up a lantern and shone it along the mottled gray wall to the rusty iron bar, in which five or six prisoners lay down.

They didn't react to the lights, everyone kept their eyes open but didn't move, as if they had been there for a long time, and they had evolved from plants to animals.

"I didn't see the priests, and the number didn't match that day." The wild man recounted everything he had observed, and he was a little anxious and panicked.

"Don't worry, they've been waiting for so many days, and they can hold on to this little effort."

Although he said this, he walked through a dozen or so cells of all sizes here, but the total number of people was less than fifty.

"Ask them." Frowning and throwing the key to the wildling, the impatient wildman hurriedly opened the door and asked.

A numb prisoner was roughly pulled up by the wild man, and he was greeted by the wild man three times in a row, "Say!" Say! Say! ”

Every word was a heavy punch, and the prisoner who seemed to have lost his soul seemed to be beaten back to life at this moment, he coughed violently, convulsed, and motioned to the wild man to wait and beat him again to slow him down for a while.

After a few sharp breaths, the prisoner stretched out comfortably, smiled and said to the wild man, "Ah, it's much more comfortable. ”

"Where are those people being held?" The wild man asked angrily.

"Those people?" The prisoner was obviously stunned by the question, "Didn't you ask me to explain the process of the crime?" I recruit. ”

"Where are those people?" The wild man asked with red eyes after hearing his words, of course, the accompanying punch is indispensable.

The prisoner bent his body like a prawn, blood flowed from his mouth, and tears hung in the corners of his eyes, and he smiled bitterly, "The moment I slept with the bishop's lover, I knew that even a confession would not reduce the pain. ”

"I'll ask you where those people are!" The wild man was completely insane, and he grabbed the prisoner's two arms and ripped him apart.

"Relax savages." At this time, he walked over, patted the wild man on the shoulder, and said, "I'll ask, and there will be an answer." ”

The red-eyed wildling stared back at Tuse, who nodded at him and motioned for him to let go of the prisoner.

The nostril-puffing savage lowered the prisoner, then limped to the partition of the cell and sat down.

"Thank you." The prisoner waved his rattling arms, smiled and looked at the prisoner and said, "Do you want me to confess?" ”

"Confession, how long have you been here?" Masturbation asked.

"I don't know, but judging by the healing of the scars, I should have been around for a long time." The prisoner lifted his clothes as he spoke, and when he looked around, there were many scars on them, some of them had healed, some of them were just scabs.

"Did you see a group of heretics being caught? A lot of people. Teaser asked.

"Nope." The prisoner was a little embarrassed, "When I regained consciousness, I saw that the big man was beating me. ”

"That's a pitiful thing." He said sympathetically, and then looked at the prisoners who were lying obediently, "It is possible that they came in when you were unconscious, what kind of torture made you like this?"

"If you make a mistake, you will be punished, and I will be put in a prison of oblivion." The prisoner's body began to tremble, tears began to fall, and his eyes began to lose focus.

"Hey!" Seeing this, he slapped him on the shoulder, "The bishop is dead, congratulations on your freedom!" ”

"Are you telling the truth?" The prisoner asked with tears in his eyes, but his eyes were in focus.

"That's right, you see the bishop's body is there." He slapped him again and said, "My companions did get here, as can be seen from the route that transports them to the square every day, do you remember how long you were in the Prison of Oblivion?" You see we saved you, and we have to give you some clues in return. ”

"You don't have to count how long, because the Prison of Oblivion is a forgotten existence, and only one day when new prisoners come in, they will find us who have long since been reduced to bones." The prisoner paused, then looked at the prisoner, "You have a lot of companions?"

"That's right, it's not too much to say that it was served by a nest." He replied.

"I think I know why I made it out of oblivion alive." The prisoner suddenly realized.

"Because there aren't enough forgotten prisons for prisoners!" He said loudly, looking approvingly at the prisoner, "Where is the Forgotten Prison?" ”

"It's a prison within a cell, hidden behind a cell." The prisoner said, pointing to the corner of the cell.

"Savages!" Hearing this, the wild man apparently heard the prisoner's words, and he rushed to the corner with the key in hand, and began to pump the tired blocking stone out.

"The word forgetting appears on the high roads, and the Church often imprisons the most heinous criminals or enemies as if to forget them." The prisoner stood not far away and watched the movements of the wild man, only to see a narrow dungeon that made it impossible to turn over and move appeared in front of everyone, and the wild man roughly reached into it and dragged out a heresy.

His eyes were glazed, and he could not see the joy of being saved at all.

Depression, loneliness, and confinement are enough to make people crazy, and the long time makes people hysterical, consumes the will, and the lost light becomes the final judgment, and the death drags on for a very long time, and the vegetative people lying in the cell are consumed in this way.

Joining the action, he dug into the corners of cell after cell, dragging out one heretic after another, including his teachers, including druids, including vampires, but without exception, no women.

Many heretics have lost their will, and very few are able to maintain their spirits, and the teacher of the Wild Man is one of them, and as for the others, the Savages have a unique way of awakening.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to appear here to save us, it must have been Samael who sent you." The teacher said bitterly that after so many days in the dungeon, even if he lost weight, he did not succeed in turning over.

"It's really rare to be able to endure such a dullness after suffering from the teacher." He said as he looked at the heretics who had come to their senses and joined the ranks of the healers, and soon everyone was healed.

"Oh my God, where is this?" Someone was holding his ribs and sniffing his companion in confusion, apparently with some memory missing.

"Where are we now?" This is a man who was kicked and broke his ribs asked.

"Shut up!" A bald guy yelled loudly, dressed like Voldemort, but clearly intimidating.

The scene soon fell silent, and Voldemort looked at Turret and bowed, before saying, "I'm the Blood Dove of the Eternal Spear, can you tell me it's safe out there now?" ”

"Six Templars in the passage were killed by me and the wildlings, and there were two more Templars at the door, unknown to have been defeated by the Dark Four warriors who came with them." "It's been almost two hours. ”

"There is no one near the church, and in two hours, the two Templars will probably run out of stamina." The blood dove somewhat regained his spirits, "Let's go, go and take revenge on the Earl of Hilton!" ”

"Revenge? Shouldn't we have a priority to flee out of the city? Hearing this, he asked the teacher on the side.

"As nobles in the dark, we can't just walk away." After hearing the words, a bloody light burst out in the eyes of the blood dove, "A new star ignited in the darkness, you still have a lot to learn. ”