Chapter 85 Thomas Moreu is still alive? (fifth update)

At this time, Ace also came up and looked at the harvest in House's hands: "That's all? It doesn't look like an experiment log. What's the use of it?"

House analyzed: "This should be a page from the professor's experiment log, and this 'Jeron' should be his son. It seems that the professor is... planning to do experiments on his own son? He also has to tie him with leather.

Do you still need to prepare utensils?”

House felt like his teeth were sore. These things were oozing out just by listening to them. Are all warlocks like this? Consultant Mossack is obviously a very nice person...

Oh, yes, he is a Druid.

A soldier suddenly interrupted: "Mr. House, Mr. Ace, something is wrong... The warlock the Earl is looking for should be a man, right?"

"But in this tomb are the bones of a woman."

When the two attendants heard this, they felt something was wrong and asked, "Are you sure?"

The soldier who spoke out nodded and said: "I have been on the battlefield before, helped military doctors, and seen a lot of... corpses. The bones of women are not much different from those of men, but I can see it."

Everyone gathered around, and immediately other strange things were discovered in the tomb.

"Two gentlemen, it seems that this area has been dug up."

As he turned around, Lan saw his face: half of the glasses frame was drooping, and the eyes behind the frames were cloudy and broken; there was only half a rotten nose under the eyes, and the sides of his cheeks were full of holes, revealing two rows of black

Rotten teeth.

What he saw before him was the goal of his trip—Thomas Moreu's secret laboratory.

Died "soon after" more than 150 years ago!

The voice and smile of Professor Thomas in front of me really fit the description of "dead", but he was still moving!

Something must have happened in the meantime that Lan didn't know about.

Lan En didn't dare to take a breath now, his whole body was tense and the hairs were rising.

No one would think of this portrait as a human being.

This is a zombie, a zombie, a half-dead person, whatever the name is. And Lann knows better that the more intuitive description of this phenomenon is that he is a magical creature.

The soldier who spoke shook his head and said in a ghostly tone: "Look at this mark, it seems that it was not dug from the outside... but from the inside."

There is a person in each culture chamber, and only simple breathing devices and syringes are connected to them to maintain basic life needs.

The professor pointed at the Cintra soldiers in the training warehouse, then slowly pointed at the Black Wind under his command, and finally moved his finger in the direction of Lan.

"You're here."

The other two are also extremely thin, with arms like dry wood, but they barely look like human beings. They were soaked in the culture chamber and could not move at all, just like specimens.

There is an experimental table in the middle of the laboratory, with scattered notes and other things on it. Against the wall, there is a row of things that look like a culture chamber with the unique atmosphere of medieval Frankenstein, made of heavy metal, glass, and plastic.

It consists of eight ducts.

As for the last two people, bubbles would pop out of their cultivation chamber from time to time, and the people inside would occasionally twitch their fingers to prove that they were still alive.

Professor Thomas looked at Lann, and Lann could still feel emotions from those broken eyes.

Lan's eyes moved down, and there was a huge experimental culture tank that looked like a shark tank in front of Thomas Moreu. Black Wind was being soaked in it, with several infusion tubes inserted into his body, and he was making a feeble scream.

"Now...you are here, you are here, great."

Scattered next to the training warehouse of these two people were armors that had been torn apart by violence, as well as weapons including swords, crossbows, and shields.

Then, a voice came out from the entire body—not from the mouth or throat:

"You're here," Thomas Moreu said again.

Among the eight people, four of them were only skin and bones. At first glance, they looked like zombies or even skeletons. Lann suspected that they were already dead.

Lan still didn't dare to move because he saw an inhuman "person" standing about ten meters in front of him.

This "you" is obviously worth not only Lan, but all the members of the exploration team, including Druid and Geralt. When he and others were in the Valley of the Nine, they might have been killed by Thomas, who was short of experimental materials.

Moru is watching!

And the magical creature that appears in this place, like a master, will naturally have only one name - Thomas Moreu!

Only he can control the portal in the ruins, allowing himself to reach this laboratory in one fell swoop, and only allowing himself to reach this laboratory!

There was also a hole in his neck, and as he moved he made a "heh, heh" sound like he was coughing up phlegm.

Judging from the back, his hair is sparse, and there are only a few places on the top of his head where long strands of knotted hair are scattered, and the skin is peeling on other places; he is not fully clothed, and the clothes on his body are not only stained with mud and blood, but also torn everywhere.

of holes.

They all have one thing in common - death.

House frowned: "Did someone come before us? Was it a tomb robber?"

"It just so happens that I have been short of research materials recently, and as a result, they came -"

…………

Several dim oil lamps were lit in the laboratory, illuminating the room in a dim light. Only the outline of the contents inside could be seen.

Why did he only let himself come to the laboratory? Lann's brain started to work. Why didn't he transport everyone here at once and harvest the experimental materials like cutting leeks?

Lann warned himself to be calm, as he was absolutely unable to defeat such an old monster who had lived and died for more than a hundred years.

"You're here." Thomas Moreu said for the third time. This time, without waiting for Lan's reaction, he suddenly laughed.

They are soldiers of Cintra, members of the expedition team that Lann brought from Cintra!

Not far away, there are several breeding tanks of the same style, in which wild boars, lions, leopards, water ghosts, griffons, and even a fork-tailed dragon with only half its body left are soaked in them.

Regarding Thomas's life, Lane remembered that the original book said that he was relieved after the experiment on his children failed, returned to his wife to be with her, and died soon after.

Lan's brain was running wildly, trying his best to extract all the available information from the original work.

Is it reliable to return to the portal later?

There was a low "boom" and a strong wind blew behind me. I didn't need to look back to know that the portal had been closed.

That's all, entering a portal that can be controlled by the enemy is nonsense. Just close it.

Lann rolled his eyes and said in the tone of meeting for the first time: "Sir Warlock, I'm sorry for taking the liberty of visiting, because based on our intelligence, I thought this was an unowned place.

I am Rann Lannister of Cintra, what should I call you, and what research are you doing here?"
Chapter completed!