Abyss Demon of the Worlds

  Chapter 16 The familiar wind thief

   Bad feeling.

  The situation is very wrong...

  In the dark basement, only scattered candles illuminate the surroundings.

   is surrounded by metal railings, like a giant iron cage.

   Hank Manan, as a famous thief, looked at everything around him, and a strong sense of crisis continued to emerge in his heart.

Although as a prison, the sanitation here is very clean, equipped with toilets and food, and there are no instruments of torture hanging on the walls, and there is not even a trace of blood on the ground, but Hank Manan is still willing to go back to the smelly and smelly place before. Dirty and tattered place, and I don't want to stay here for a second.

  According to his years of experience, the current abnormality completely means that something terrible is approaching.

  Among the dozens of people in the cage, a few other people besides him also noticed that they were not good, and their complexions were extremely ugly.

One of them was extremely sturdy and had several scars on his face. At first glance, a middle-aged man who had experienced many battles and had rich combat experience walked up to Hank Manan and whispered with a serious face: " I know you, Hank Manan, a strange thief who flew between several kingdoms, committed thousands of crimes, and was not caught until he stole the jewels of King Marton.

  Let me introduce myself, I’m Herto Yasar, the captain of the second squadron of the Borzoi Mercenary Corps, with the strength of [Great Knight].

  I believe you have noticed the unusual here, I think we need to cooperate, otherwise I am afraid that no one can escape. "

  After speaking, he stretched out his palm.

  Hearing that the other party possesses the strength of [Grand Knight], Hank's eyes condensed, and after thinking about it, he stretched out his palm and shook hands with him, confirming the cooperative relationship between the two.

  After shook his hand, Herto's complexion became loose, and he slightly pointed at the people around him:

"I think the situation is not simple. We are probably involved in some kind of cult ritual. I saw a familiar face among the people who escorted us. Although he went through some disguise, he beat him a long time ago. When I met him, I recognized his identity. [Witcher Salter], wanted by the church, is said to have an extremely distorted personality. Thousands of people died at his hands.

And the people in this cage, I observed, each of them is well-trained, at least able to kill a heavily armed soldier empty-handed, and this happens to be the best sacrifice in a cult sacrifice ceremony... "

Hearing what the other party said, Hank's face also became more difficult to look, because although he didn't know any sorcerer Salt, but being named sorcerer was enough to show that the other party was definitely not a good kind. Among the caster groups, sorcerers are definitely the worst-known type among them, and each is full of blood, saying that their executioners are praising them.

  Based on the news he had eavesdropped in the previous cell.

  The person who ordered his transfer was the prince of Marton, which means that the sorcerer has a great probability of being in the same group with the highest level of the country. This is definitely bad news for Hank and others.

  In this case, becoming a sacrifice in a cult sacrificial ritual is by no means a silly rhetoric, and the probability is extremely high.

  For the lower limit of the upper-class powers, Hank has witnessed countless in his career as a thief!

  For the so-called immortality, the upper-class dignitaries who are able to succumb to the pot, it is not unusual for them to hold blood sacrifices.

  It can be said that if it is not in the list of sacrifices, it is possible to have himself. Hank is too lazy to even inquire about this kind of thing.

Seeing Hank's ugly face, Huto asked: "The metal railings of this cage are made of ferrous iron, and each of them is as thick as two adult fingers together, even if ten wild elephants are adjusted. It may not be able to bend them. It is impossible for us to destroy it with our bare hands. Can you think of a way to unlock it?"

In the disappointed eyes of the other party, Hank sighed and shook his head: "There is no way, I have carefully observed it before. This kind of lock is specially made by the locksmith family that has served the Marton family for generations. At least it consists of hundreds of parts. Conventional locks are not comparable to them. Even with professional tools, I am not confident that I can open them 100%, not to mention the empty-handed state."

  So both of them fell silent.鈥斺�

  And most of the other people also started to form their own small teams. For a time, more than 20 small groups appeared in the cage of dozens of people.

  Contradictions naturally began to arise, and quarrels and mutual provocations continued to occur.

If it weren’t for being suddenly transferred to this unusual place at first glance, everyone’s innermost feelings would be more or less uneasy. With their personalities, they would have begun to do things a long time ago, and a few were killed or injured. It is also normal.

   Squeak...

   Just as they were arguing with each other blushing and all kinds of foul language were endless, at the dark end of the corridor in front of the cage, suddenly there was a sound of the iron door being rubbed against the ground when the iron door was opened.

  All the prisoners were quiet in an instant, and after looking at each other for a while, they looked at the corridor.

  Along with the sound of unobstructed footsteps, a slender, perfect-looking, red-haired young man in black but luxurious clothing covered with gilt patterns came into the sight of all of them.

Regardless of his appearance, clothes, or a more illusory temperament, Hank has never seen anyone comparable to the person in front of him. He has a very special sense of presence on his body, and everything around him is automatically degraded after standing there. In order to foil, everyone's eyes are automatically attracted by him, as if he is the center of the world.

And I don’t know if it was an illusion. When the other party walked in, Hank felt that the temperature of the air had dropped a lot, and even the flies and mosquitoes that had just been flying in the air disappeared without a trace. , Just like hiding.

Looking slightly to his side, he found that Huto’s gaze was extremely frightened, as if he had encountered a ghost. The scar on his face was distorted like a caterpillar, and he did not know when there was a layer of sweat on his bald head. Slowly fell to the ground.

  Although he did not understand what happened to the other party, Hank instinctively understood that the danger was coming, and did not dare to do more. He lowered his head silently, hiding his figure behind the prisoner in front of him.

   Tilted his head and looked at the many prisoners who were locked up, Olga ignored them or their vigilant or hostile eyes, but nodded in satisfaction and commented:

  "The quality is not bad. It seems that Salter has done everything very carefully."

In fact, he also knows that the crown prince Jem must be the one who contributed the most, but he didn’t care much about it. As long as he could complete the task he gave, he didn’t care what the two of them came up with. Anyway, according to the world’s The concentration of magic power and the progress of civilization development, except for some old things that he didn't know if there were any, he didn't need to care about all threats.

  If it weren’t for the mass killings that would cause the world to overreact and severely shorten his stay in this world, it would be impossible for him to use this gentle method as a hidden boss behind the scenes, and he would have jumped to the front desk to do whatever he wanted.

  However, due to the fact that the goal has not been completed, he didn't want to make any big news in a short time, which attracted a large group of chaotic brave men to come and fight the Demon King.

  At least until he completes the set goal.

Perceived that Olga’s gaze was like looking at the poultry to be slaughtered on the chopping board, a man dressed in a prison uniform, ordinary-looking, short and stout, with the scratches of a beast on his right eye, stood up and looked serious. Olga said:

  "Let me go, I know where the treasure that Prince Liya reserved for himself when he rebelled 275 years ago in the Kingdom of Mardun!"

In these days, I read books like "A Brief History of the Kingdom of Mardun", "Detailed History of the Mainland", "Mythology of Various Peoples in the Mainland" and so on. Olga, who has absorbed all kinds of information from the world, even though he knows what he said What is it, but still can't bring up any interest.

  The gold and silver treasures cherished by human beings have no value in the bottomless abyss, and they are not as real as a few corpses.

  So after shook his head, he said calmly in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Prince Liya? I have no interest in his so-called treasures. Those things are meaningless."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man was not irritated. He just looked at Olga’s eyes seriously, and after thinking about it, he whispered: "The head of the storm thief is my biological brother. There are hundreds of people under his command. The horse thief, if you can let me go, not only will it be Prince Liya's treasure, but we can also do one thing for you for free, whether it is murder or robbery. "

   "Sailant Pirates? A familiar name..."

   Olga touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

  Looking at Olga’s hesitant look, the other party's expression was lifted and thought he was tempted, and then added: "Our Storm Bandit is the largest horse thieves group on the border of the Marton Principality. No one is our opponent except the regular army!"

"Oh, that's it." Olga nodded and shook his head: "But it still doesn't make much sense to me. After all, you are the people in this kingdom who meet my standards the most. In the face of this value, others It's useless."

  After speaking, he ignored the other person's ugly face and looked at other people.

After taking a gentle breath, Olga’s handsome face revealed a slightly intoxicated smile and said: “The familiar sinful breath makes me miss the abyss a bit. Although there are a few tastes that are not so pure, but human From the perspective of the concept, most of you people are out-and-out villains, and it should be an honor for you to be able to play a role in my hands."

  After speaking, everyone's horrified gaze, Olga's body automatically spread a faint gray-black mist, which turned into a different number of lines, disregarding their struggle and blending into everyone's body.

  After finishing the work, Olga ignored the people who were panicking and checking their bodies, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I hope you can hold on for a few more days, and goodbye everyone."

   Then he turned and left without any delay.

  When he was about to walk out of the iron gate, Olga suddenly wanted to understand why he would have a reflection on [Ballest Bandit], this kind of frontier bandit group.

   More than ten days ago, when I went to the border forest to set fire, I met them along the way, so I crossed them easily...

Amen! My devil is really merciful!

  In the future, you have to find a bald donkey to give yourself a certificate of saving all living beings. Otherwise, it will be a bad idea to go to work without a certificate.

  (End of this chapter)