Stray

The first is the sound, the sound of cloth and leather armor rubbing against the ground, mixed with the muffled sound of metal neatly hitting the ground. Oliver didn't take the risk of opening his eyes to confirm, he could hear the sound stuffed up and down. The puppets dragged the fainted prisoner like ants dragged the dead corpse of worms - but this mixed voice also contained some kind of unfamiliar sound, which came from all directions, with a grand momentum, following a wonderful law .

He had never heard a voice like that.

And then the taste. He could smell fresh blood, sour sweat, and the stench of excrement—someone must have been incontinent in excruciating pain and had peeed his pants. And these unpleasant smells are mixed with more wonderful fishy smells, like overcooked dried kelp, salty and moist.

Oliver opened his eyes a tiny slit, and a large patch of dull blue squeezed into his narrow field of vision.

It is the sea.

He has never seen the sea, so he can only guess, after all, there is no such strong salty taste in the breath of the lake. They are probably on a coastline, or on an island. Considering the function and safety of the place, Oliver prefers the latter.

Now is not a good time to run away.

Just now in the dungeon he saw McCa being dragged. If their destination is the same, then they will be sent to that place called Wither Castle. He didn't hear the sound of the dragging in front of him changing, and the mode of transport should not be a boat.

The sound of metal slamming and dragging stopped in front. After the sound of heavy objects falling, only the puppet's footsteps with obvious metal friction came back.

It should be a teleportation array.

Oliver tried his best to suppress his beating heartbeat, and this was the opportunity he was waiting for. Unless they are extremely reassured about the teleportation entrance, few people build a fixed large teleportation array indoors. They usually build a separate building for it alone, or simply put up an open-air platform.

After the teleportation, before being transported, he has a chance - unless he is really unlucky, the destination is another independent island in the sea. Oliver prayed silently in his heart, trying to save every ounce of strength, obediently letting the puppet throw himself on the stone platform.

The light of the teleportation circle lit up, pierced through the gap of the eyelid, and the unique bumpy feeling of the teleportation circle enveloped him. Immediately, the dampness and fishy smell in the air faded away, and the smelly smell added a bit of vegetation.

Oliver knew that he was right.

And the next second he hit the ground hard. Biting cold emanated from the collar, seeped into his skin, and burrowed into the crevices of his bones. Oliver woke up instantly - and he was obviously not the only one, some of the prisoners around were struggling to get up from the place, and the rest fell limply to the ground, groaning in pain.

Oliver staggered and stood up, and the cold immediately turned into pain again. It's just that the pain isn't severe this time, it's just right, it doesn't make people lose their minds, and it makes people unable to concentrate to really think. The pain was sharp and fine, like a toothache that could spread all over the body.

But he doesn't care about that. Adrian Cross had specially trained him in pain tolerance, and if it was just this level of pain, Oliver had the confidence to ignore it. He raised his head slightly and looked around—

It is surrounded by high white walls, and above it is a circular sky split by the walls. They seemed to be in a white pipe, but the soil not far away was moist and fresh, and vague rustling came from outside the wall. There's only one exit in this place, and it's stained into the white wall.

Oliver stared at the exit and pursed his chapped lips. He carefully separated out a little cobweb-like strength, and gently tested the sensitivity of the collar. It has a short time lag in the feedback of magic power - which means that if he suffocates his strength and bursts out with full force in that very short period of time, he should be able to destroy it in time, and not lose full mobility.

There are also disadvantages. This trick can only be used once - it is worth a lot of money. It is much harder to escape. But now he has no choice.

Just do it, the moment he leaves the exit, he can escape.

Oliver cheered himself up in his heart with a blank face, and his mood was slightly relieved. Only then did his spirit have the opportunity to deal with the noise of the outside world.

Mcca also woke up. Perhaps the accident came too suddenly, and unlike most numb prisoners, he was still weeping. Soon the cry turned into a howl, tears and snot covering the fat mole-like face, and he howled hoarsely and burps from time to time.

"It hurts!" He screamed in pain, digging at the metal close to the skin with his thick fingers, "Damn, it hurts!"

However, apart from him, there are dozens of people in the more than 200 people who are especially high. They seemed to have been smashed by a thick and greasy pie in the sky, even ignoring the pain-causing collar, their faces were full of joy.

Obvious situation, Oliver frowned. What the **** is wither castle?

He almost asked, as if Nemo would answer immediately. Unfortunately, this warm illusion only lasted for less than half a second, and Oliver came back to reality again with a wry smile on his face - now he has begun to miss the feeling of Nemo being around.

At the same time, Mika's wailing became louder and louder: "Just a bottle of perfume, a bottle of perfume! It's less than twenty gold coins—"

Mr. kicked and rolled on the ground a few times.

Mika stopped crying instantly, the skin on one side of her head was visibly swollen, and there was a blood hole. He slumped to the ground, feeling the wound in disbelief, his fingers soaked with warm blood. Then he put his fingers under his nose and sniffed hard, in disbelief.

"Useless conflict." The man with the white cloth covering his face said coldly. He threw the wooden handle in his hand, and a white light whip was suddenly thrown from the wooden handle. But he didn't mean to take a step, and he didn't seem to plan to do anything practical to stop the atrocity. "Listen, don't resist, don't make trouble, and don't run away. Please supervise each other, and the punishment of others will be turned into rewards for you." He paused for a moment, "It is my responsibility to remove the inferior goods in the goods, I insist on Those who disobey orders... please use your worst imagination."

"Follow me now," he said, "get yourself in line."

Mika stopped speaking immediately, he shrank in place, tightly covering the wound on the side of his head, not even daring to breathe. Oliver moved quietly over there, swearing he heard Mr. Mole's teeth chattering.

"Don't panic," he said in a very low voice.

Mcca looked at him in horror and moved back. "300,000." He sighed in an angry voice, his tone a little trembling.

"And I owe you a gold coin." Oliver pretended to be in line and moved slowly at the end of the line. He stretched out his hand and pulled Mika from the ground, shoving the gold coin into the opponent's palm by the way.

Mcca clenched the gold coin tightly, the smile on his face was worse than the cry. "It's useless." He almost didn't hold back his crying, and clenched the gold coin tightly. "It's useless."

"I don't know what will happen to you, but people like me... I can't go to the battlefield, there is only one way to die." McCa put the gold coins into his pocket, and then scratched his neck in despair, Scratch the skin of the neck to find traces of blood oozing. "We're going to be gatekeepers' guinea pigs, my God... it's not fair, it's not fair! You see, it's just a bottle of perfume..."

He stared at Oliver in despair, his whole being as pale as a corpse soaked in water.

"I'm going to die," Micah muttered, continuing to scratch the skin on her neck. "I'm going to die, how can this be done?"

Oliver suddenly felt that this despair was a little familiar, and those dull eyes were exactly the same as those of Nadine's father. They were still some distance from the exit, and Oliver let out a shaky breath, making up his mind.

"Stand with me later." He lowered his voice so low that he couldn't hear it clearly. "I'll take you away."

"You don't understand, this thing can't get rid of—"

"I'm 90% sure about hitting with force." Oliver muttered, "Don't worry."

"You're crazy." Micah shook his head, his fingers covered in blood. He finally scratched his neck, blood pooled along the metal collar, and then slipped off. "You're crazy... Failure will kill you."

"You said it, there is a dead end ahead."

"No, you don't understand..." Mika moved her lips, her small eyes bulging and bloodshot. After a few seconds, he seemed to want to say something, but swallowed again. "Ah, well... well, let's go together. Thank you, thank you—"

Oliver nodded: "I'll use a cough as a signal in a while, you can always pay attention."

Mr. Mole gave a stiff smile as he turned his head and continued to scratch the wound on his neck with his fingers.

Mika stood in front of him as they waited for the trial, and the team slowly advanced towards the only door. Oliver adjusted his breath, tensed every muscle, and was ready. The moment he stepped out of the door, the sunlight became extraordinarily dazzling.

It is now.

His power accumulated to the peak, and it was about to explode. Oliver coughed lightly and held his breath.

Micca didn't tighten his limbs, he just slumped his shoulders and raised his head slowly.

"Your Majesty!" He screamed at the man holding the whip a dozen steps away, pointing at Oliver behind him. "This man is trying to escape, he is gathering strength!"

Oliver stared in disbelief at the man in front of him before realizing he had no time for anger. After a second of shock, he decided to carry out the original plan alone. But the momentary distraction caused the power to leak out, and the one second delay made him miss the best opportunity - the enemy's attack came faster than he thought.

Several long steel needles protruded from the ground, and they easily pierced the silent knight's armor and pierced him like a specimen. The blood dripped down the steel needle instantly, almost forming a line, and then it was a tear-like pain. Oliver could feel blood rushing up his throat and running down his cheeks.

His injuries are not as severe as they appear. Oliver made a difficult judgment based on the amount of bleeding and pain. The steel needle seemed to have self-awareness, roughly avoiding important internal organs, but just pinned him firmly in place, creating an extremely terrifying visual effect.

"Good job." The man with the white cloth approached, his free left hand took out from his pocket, and the snake-like creature climbed up his left arm.

It twisted and made a menacing approach along the needle, eventually wrapping itself around Oliver's neck - Oliver was breathing hard, clenching his muscles, trying to reduce the blood flow. After the weird-looking thing was wrapped around the collar, the collar made a crisp "click", like two matching metal parts buckled together.

The man made a casual gesture with his finger, and the steel needle was instantly pulled away. Blood rushed frantically along the black armor, and the man just glanced and threw a magic circle on Oliver, moving so fast that he could hardly see it clearly. Oliver knew that it had wiped out all his wounds in a second.

It's not just his wound that disappeared, but his only chance of escape.

The collar of the strange creature no longer has a feedback delay, it is a lot heavier. To Oliver's surprise, it didn't create new pain, but continued to absorb his strength - Oliver's legs were weak, he was half-kneeling on the ground, and now he was trying his best to stand and breathe.

"No matter how many injuries you have, I can heal you." The gatekeeper member holding the whip said softly, it was undoubtedly a threat, "So you have the opportunity to experience all kinds of Deadly torture, no more superfluous thoughts."

Oliver turned his gaze to McCain.

The mole-like man looked away, looking intently at the gatekeeper. The latter tapped lightly on his **** neck, and the metal collar fell off, shrinking into a thin card again.

"Return to the team." The gatekeeper member said indifferently, "You can stay in comfort for a while."

Mcca immediately knelt on the ground, panting like a nearly drowning man. He shivered for a while, and finally turned his gaze in Oliver's direction.

"I...I know, I've seen this kind of thing a lot." The mole-like man stammered, "You must have ulterior motives and use me to divert your eyes...You're not sincere, I won't be fooled by you!"

"You must be trying to take advantage of me," he repeated stubbornly, "I'm not wrong."

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