If the wizard is the eternal enemy of the demons, then the Black Prison is the eternal nightmare of the demons. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Black Prison is a prison set up by wizards for demons, originally called 'The First Prison of the Wizards Alliance'. This prison is hidden in the depths of the Silent Forest. Hundreds of demons are put in prison every year, but never a single demon comes out of it alive.

The prison is like a black hole, swallowing up all the information.

That's why it's called the 'Black Hell' by the demons.

When the wizards found out, they simply changed the name of the prison to 'Black Prison' to deter demons who were active in the outside world.

And now, the little guy who came out of the black prison was standing in the cabin.

The captain of the Mist held his chin in his hand and looked at her with a smile.

This is a little girl of six or seven years old, very cute with pink makeup, big black eyes, looking at the tall captain, smiling happily, not knowing how terrible the demon in front of her is.

"She's from the Black Prison?" the captain glanced sideways at the banshee.

"Yes. Nikita hung her head.

"They say it's an abyss, how did she climb out?" the captain asked with interest, pinching the little girl's face.

"Her mother was a guard at the Black Jail. ”

"Why protect her?"

"When I was a wizard, her mother was my mentor. Nikita replied quickly, knowing that she had to convince the man in front of her, these sentences had been brewing in her heart for many days: "She has been corrupted by the demon blood of the native species, and sooner or later she will be transformed." The tutor knew the consequences of her staying in college, so he entrusted me to take her away. I owe my guru my life, so protect her. ”

"It's ridiculous. The captain of the Mist shook his head.

Nikita knew what he meant.

For a demon, it is indeed a very ridiculous thing to keep a promise to food.

Perhaps, in the bottom of her heart, there is still a trace of unrealistic expectations.

"Why don't you go back to the Lich King's realm?" the captain stood up, tossing his draped white coat into the hoop chair.

"Go back. Nikita replied abruptly, "But she still hasn't been converted." The old lichs wanted to put her on the test bench, the little lichs wanted to eat her, and even my companions were eager to get to her. ”

"Why are you here. ”

"My teacher told me that she would only survive if she got on this boat. ”

"Didn't your teacher tell you the rules for getting on board?" the captain's blue and black lips curled.

"Rules?" the banshee looked at the captain blankly: "Aren't the captain's words the rules?"

"I like your compliments very much, but I must tell you that the rules for embarking on the ship were drawn up by His Majesty the Siren King. The captain shook his finger and nodded at the two prey in front of him, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Everyone who boards the ship must bring their own sacrifices. ”

Nikita's heart tightened suddenly, and she looked at the captain with a bloodless face.

"Sacrifice!" her voice was hoarse from horror.

A sacrifice is an item used in a sacrifice.

Wizards used to use sandalwood, talismans, wine, and delicacies in their sacrifices, and in the more solemn sacrifices, they would also offer three animals. For them, the sacrifice is mostly just a ritual to remember their ancestors, and only occasionally acts as a bridge between yin and yang.

And the sacrifice of demons is completely different.

Demons have a long history. Their ancestors believed that the world originated from a great True Spirit and that every life was descended from a True Spirit. And the True Spirit is the master of the good and bad of each of His bloodlines. The sorcerer is the fire thief of the true spirit, the rebel, and the flesh and blood of the sorcerer is the best gift to the true spirit.

Before each feast, the demons perform simple sacrifices. And after each sacrifice, a grand feast is held. Because fresh flesh and blood is the feast of the true spirits, and it is also the delicacy of the demons.

"So I need to choose a suitable sacrifice among you. The captain of the Mist looked at the two of them gently, his dark red eyes not fluctuating: "First of all, your names. ”

He snapped his fingers, and the black oil lamp on the table immediately burst into green flames.

An old elf with a pointed head and round ears and a gray beard slowly crawled out of the darkness, climbed onto the table, shivered, and spread out a gray-white animal skin drawing.

In the center of the picture is a black scale, as if painted with carbon ash in the embers, with rough edges and corners and a simple structure. The skin was surrounded by dark red runes, a faint red glow in the dimly lit cabin.

Nikita's lips quirmed, and her mind went blank.

Sacrifice means death.

From the time she was six years old, she was the closest she came to death.

"Zhou Zhou. The little girl next to her pursed her lips and timidly announced her name.

The old elf tugged roughly across her little hand, pierced her arm with her jet-black nails, dipped her fingers in the blood that flowed, and wrote the words 'Zhou Zhou' in the margins on the left side of the scale.

"The word 'Zhou' comes from the mouth and is used, and it represents the best people and animals a long time ago. The captain turned his back to them, and through the narrow window in the cabin, he was admiring the splendid scene outside.

Behind her, the little girl clutched her arms and sobbed quietly.

The old elf poked the sluggish banshee next to her with her long finger.

"Nikita. The banshee muttered.

Her name is filled in on the right side of the scale.

The green flame on the oil lamp rose up, shining on the vicissitudes of the old elf's face, which looked particularly gloomy.

"Now, the two of you are reciting a passage of the Fu Wei Shang Sutra in front of the shrine of His Majesty the Siren King. The old elf snarled, and pointed to a small section of black stump-like something on the table.

The Fu Wei Shang Sutra is a scripture that must be sung before the demon feasts and sacrifices. It is said to be the demon king of ancient times, and the true spirit admonition recorded in it. Demons who do not obey the precepts will lose the blessings of their true spirits.

Nikita was very familiar with these prayers.

The old elf sang a phrase in its strange tone, and Nikita and Zhou Zhou followed along.

“...... Discretion to use a big bucket to pray for the astragalus (gou); Shou Kao Weiqi, in order to introduce Jingfu...... Woohoo lament, Fu Wei is still feasting!"

The whole scripture is less than 300 words, and it is sung in less than five minutes.

The dark red runes on the gray-white animal skin diagram bloomed with a dazzling red light as the chant lingered, reflecting the figures of the people in the cabin on the bulkhead, looking hideous and distorted.

In the red light, Zhou Zhou's small hand tightly tugged at Nikita's robe.

Nikita sat on the floor with her arms folded, her head buried deep in her knees.

......

Break into the forest of silence, in order to live.

Escape from the Forest of Silence in order to stay alive.

Break into the Lich King's territory to stay alive.

Escape from the Lich King's realm to stay alive.

Struggling for so long.

Is it finally going to end?

......

On the gray-white animal skin map, the scales sway from side to side.

The old elf panicked and consulted the captain, who grabbed it by the ear and threw it out of the window into the sea.

"Take your own one. The captain wiped his hands with a white silk handkerchief, and then threw the silk handkerchief out of the window.

On the table, the green oil lamp flickered a few times before finally going out. Pale blue smoke rose and swirled through the cramped cabin.

"If we can't live together, let's live together. Zhou Zhou quietly attached to her ear and said, "I haven't changed yet, I can't eat people." ”

The banshee raised her head and glanced at the little witch, Zhou Zhou bared her teeth and her eyes were shining.

Fleeting memories flooded her like a tidal wave.

"Sister, this uncle is so ugly!" whispered to Nikita's Lich Teacher in the Lich King's territory.

"When I'm older, I'll catch a bunch of little wizards for you!Eat one, throw one!" Standing in front of the campfire, the little witch waved her little hands in an old-fashioned manner.

"Sister, if you bite your fingers when you're hungry, you'll not be hungry. On the way to escape, the little witch comforted her when she didn't get a drop of water.

The banshee howled and cried.

"What a mesmerizing taste. The captain of the Mist turned his head and looked inside. He took a deep breath, his expression intoxicated, and his tone became more and more mellow: "Exuding fear and despair, still trying to struggle, even if it is only a glimmer of light, he clung to it and refused to let go." ”

"Maybe your teacher knew you could still see a glimmer of light, so he sent you here. ”

Nikita felt a chill to the bone.

"Now you can let go. ”

Nikita burst into tears.

She knew she was about to fall into the deepest darkness.

The captain looked at her gently.

Watch as Nikita sobbed and chewed.

Look at the thin bloodshot that slid down the corners of her mouth.

Watch them blend together in despair.

The blood at the corners of the mouth is sweet and warm.

Nikita's stomach began to get cold.

This chill will soon spread throughout the body, and it will continue to be cold.