Chapter 42 Fishing in Troubled Waters

Ruidan rubbed his hands anxiously and circled outside the iron gate, it had been almost half an hour since the eldest brother and the mage had entered. The heavy iron door cut off all the sounds inside, and there were no gaps to peek into.

Although I knew that there must be something wrong with that Bran mage, so I was pulled in like that by the eldest brother. Although he also understands that Deirlando's body is not very human now, he is still with Reseth, but he is worried.

Dr. Wat, who was standing against the wall with his hands on his hands, suddenly raised his face and sniffed in the air: "What smell? It seems to be black oil and ...... Wine?"

Ruidan immediately ordered two soldiers to go up and see what was going on. Not long after the soldier walked away, a shout came: "Oh no! There is so much wine and oil, how can there be all this stuff dripping down it?"

Dr. Wat's face changed dramatically when he heard this, and he rushed out with Flynn in his arms. Ruidan left six men to guard the door of the cell, and he followed. It's a place very deep underground, one or two hundred feet from the entrance of the three underground floors, and if someone poured it down with flammable liquid and lit a fire, everyone here would die.

Just as he was thinking about lighting the fire, Dr. Wat shouted again: "Oh no! The fire is burning, everyone quickly retreat." Open the cell and take shelter!"

His man was not much slower than his voice, and in the blink of an eye he had rushed back, and when Ruidan saw him, he could already see the brighter and brighter light of the fire behind him. The blue tongue of fire licked the ground quickly with the wine and oil flowing down the ground, and it ran slowly. The heels of the soldiers, who were pulled in the back, were already stained with sparks.

The instinct to survive caused him to run wildly while shouting "help", but the more he ran, the bigger the flames became, and he burned all the way down his legs. Seeing this, Ruidan not only did not retreat, but met him.

"Holy Light Protection!" he pulled out his staff and added a protective shield to everyone, a faint white glimmer appeared on everyone's body, and the flames quickly extinguished under the film formed by the magic. The man narrowly escaped death, and his screams turned to crying and gratitude. He almost threw himself at Ruidan's feet and thanked him.

"Hurry up, I'll stop the flames, and you take the key and open the door." Only the central dungeon is not afraid of such flames, and the air there is filtered through a magic sieve!" Ruidan tossed the key in his arms to Flynn. Let him go and open the cell door. Although the eldest brother said that he could not open it unless he gave way to open the door. But now that the situation is urgent, I really can't care about it so much.

"Majestic Shield!" Ruidan saw that the dark liquid on the ground was about to rush to his feet, and immediately chanted a magical barrier, and a wall of light rose from in front of him. Stick to the wall to the top of the tunnel.

The mixed flammable liquid is like encountering a transparent dam. Stopped outside the magical barrier. The higher the accumulation, the higher the higher. The blue flame danced on the surface of the rising liquid seedling until the accumulated liquid filled the space in the passage above it.

Ruidan felt the pressure on his hands gradually increasing, so much wine and oil. Could it be that the Governor's Palace has been occupied by the enemy, and he plans to burn everyone to death while he and his eldest brother are underground?

He heard footsteps behind him getting farther and farther away, and then there was a knock on the iron door, and decided to hold on a little longer until everyone was in a safe place. The directional scroll teleported to the Golden Dome Palace was already in his hand, and if he couldn't support it, he could get out at any time.

"It seems that the topic is far away, so let's move on to the Dragon Realm. Fellen put his hands in his sleeves, spun around in front of Deerlando, and continued to tell his story.

"Each of us was given the task of managing a huge piece of land and doing our best. There are three continents in the sand table, connected by a narrow land bridge between them, and there is a large inland sea in the middle, and the island of delusion in the sea is where Zoe himself lives. The Demon Dragon King promised us, whoever has the best development of the country, will be given the opportunity to be free. He'll let us go, wherever we want. ”

The blood elf smiled lowly, with a self-deprecating smile on his face: "Freedom, even at that time, we still thought it was a dream that could be realized, isn't it stupid and naïve?"

Instead of answering his self-deprecation, Diarrando asked a question: "You say three people, three continents." Fayle said that there are three supreme commanders of the royal sword-wielding, so you ......"

"He's right, it's just the three of us. A survivor of the past, a sword-bearer today. I can generously introduce you to the other two, if you don't find them verbose. The man above me was named Ruga Dong Yakri, who was originally a human king, and he was powerful. His country, located in the northern part of the continent, was originally a difficult and barren land, and his people were resilient and survived many sins, and now one-sixth of Bran's population had their blood. ”

Seeing that Diarlando had no intention of stopping him, Fikelen continued: "The other is the Pope of the Camorra Friars, Naveville Maurier, who is a feathered man. I reckon none of you remember their gang anymore. From the very beginning, they preached that shijie would eventually be destroyed, and that it was human desires and sins that brought about destruction, so in order to receive salvation and forgiveness, everyone should punish themselves, review their mistakes, and exchange physical pain for spiritual peace. ”

"His favorite thing to do is pluck his feathers every night and say it's his sin. Then when the night had passed, and the feathers were reborn, he would weep and whip himself, saying that he was sinful and could never be redeemed and forgiven. ”

"Then how did he survive that knockout game?" Hearing this, Diarrando asked curiously, shouldn't this kind of person with serious masochistic and self-mutilating tendencies be obediently sent to death?

"Ah, he felt that although he was sinful, there was hope for others, and he should die a pure death before he became more depraved. He is willing to sacrifice himself to save others......"

Dangdang Dang! A loud knock came from outside the iron door of the cell, very urgently. interrupted what Federen was about to say.

Dearlando motioned for Feekelon to step back, stand against the wall, and let Reses fly over, looking at the Blood Elf face to face.

He stretched out his hand and turned open the observation window on the iron door, and asked with a small slit in his teeth, "What's wrong?"

"Someone poured a lot of wine and oil on it, and set us on fire, intending to burn us alive. I'm going to open the door, Ruidan is buying us time and there's a lot of pressure on his side. Dr. Wat explained the situation quickly through the window. Behind him are people. There were also two soldiers carrying Elena, who was tied to a stretcher.

“...... Come in first. "You can't see the full picture of the outside from the observation window, and the thought that Ruidan is still in danger makes Diarlando a little anxious. The machinery inside the iron door rattled and turned, and in a moment Flynn had unlocked the lock with the key. Dearlando hurriedly helped the people outside open the black iron prison door, which was more than two feet thick.

Everyone flocked in. All of a sudden, the cell that used to be quite spacious was packed. Ruidan's somewhat labored voice came from afar: "Are you all right? I'm about to reach my limit!"

"Ruidan. You go quickly. I'll protect them!" Dearlandor shouted in reply, slamming the heavy iron door shut. Then the people in the cell heard a sound like a river breaking through a dam. The liquid slammed against the ground and walls, and the ground shook. Within seconds, the liquid was pouring out of the cell.

Torches, door numbers, and other debris brought by the liquid slammed into the iron door with a muffled sound. The faces of the people in the cell were not very good, and nervous sweat hung on their faces, and this was two or three hundred feet underground. Even if it weren't burned, the liquid would be enough to drown everyone.

Dr. Wat and Flynn stood between the crowd and Faylon and Fayle to prevent the unidentified ordinary soldiers from approaching the side.

After inspecting the iron door and finding that it was carefully built and did not leak at all, Diarlando turned his head and walked into the room, striding directly towards Fayel, who was being watched by the young dragon. He picked up the mage's sick robe, hung him in the air, and asked coldly, "You did it?"

Trapped in the dark room of the spirit, Fayl found that at some point, the silhouette of his teacher resurfaced from the darkness. Unhurriedly, he walked up to Fayle and lifted the mage from the ground effortlessly with his slender fingers.

"Now it's your showtime, I'll take an intermission. With that, he slapped Fayer on the forehead, smiled and disappeared into the darkness again.

As soon as Fayer regained his freedom, he began to struggle, but felt the tightening of his neck. The force from Dearlando's hand grew stronger and stronger, almost crushing his throat and collarbone.

“...... Be...... I, he ...... Hide ...... Come...... The mage's face flushed, and every word he uttered almost consumed the air in his lungs.

Diarrando squinted his eyes and looked up and down for a moment, then let go of his hand and put the mage down. He asked unhappily, "Where did that cunning bastard go?"

Fayle choked on his cough for a long time, and finally managed to calm his lungs and trachea. He stroked his neck and replied, "Isn't it obvious, the chaos he wants has already come, and I am no longer his only target." There are so many people here, his consciousness can be changed to any one person. ”

"Riseth, find him!" Dearlando looked around the cell, and there were now fifteen people besides Dr. Wat, Flynn, and Elena. Now they were all huddled together, next to the other side of the cell, but even then, there was less than three feet of open space around Fecalen's body.

The young dragon flew up and sniffed around everyone's heads, and after looking for a long time, they found that there was still only the smell of the bundle on the shelf, and in the end, everyone else smelled the same.

"No...... Not outside. After two laps, the young dragon flew back to Deirlando's shoulder to report on the results of his search.

Deirlandor himself used the dragon's vision to look around, and now there was no trace of Feckelen's magic on everyone, not even Elena and Fayle, who had been controlled earlier. The only one with a dark red glow of magical energy was the body of the Blood Elves who were firmly trapped on the shelf.

The air was getting hotter and hotter and more cloudy, and although this room had a special magic circuit to the ground and get fresh air, so many people were breathing at the same time, and it was clear that it was beyond the displacement capacity that the original design could provide.

The more time passes, the thinner the air becomes, and while he has the ability to get everyone back above the ground, it is clear that that will allow Federen to succeed in his plan. He created this chaos so that he could fish in troubled waters. Whatever he wanted to do, he must have done it now.

"Fayer, do you have a way to clear the remnants of your own control?" Diarlando touched his brow bone with a headache, "Do you know how he did it?"

The mage sighed and said, "You are too insensitive, when you find out that he is controlling me, you should just knock me out." Although you grab him along the way, it seems that there is no way for him to escape. But those who met his eyes had already been hinted at. I've said a lot of times that his mind control is terrible, do you remember Martin? At that time, I only heard his commands in the mirror from time to time, and my consciousness was controlled. ”

Diarlando sighed in annoyance, he had seen hypnotism before, and he had even seen Fayl use it on others, but he didn't expect the blood elf's ability to be so powerful. Seeing that the people around him are getting more and more difficult to breathe, he is really in a dilemma now.

"Then how do I prevent you from being controlled by him again?" he looked at the body of the blood elf on the shelf, and the man was motionless, as if he was still unconscious. But after so many times, his instinct told him that the guy must have woken up a long time ago, and maybe now he was secretly laughing at Jihua's stomach ache. (To be continued......)

PS: Ahhhhhh......h