When Vick woke up, he thought he was dreaming.

He lay on the ground, his limbs fixed on the cold stone platform by iron chains. Only his neck could barely twist.

He was obviously on the Gray Wind Trail a second ago, and he could get away from the idiots, but in the blink of an eye he came to a completely unfamiliar place.

At first glance, it looks like an altar: in addition to the stone platform in the middle, the surrounding walls are covered with dark red vines and moss - empty, dim, damp, with heavy water vapor, and a fishy smell left after careful cleaning.

It's blood, carrion - and the smell of black iron.

Vic overturned what he had thought.

There will be no traces of deliberate cleaning in the tomb.

There is a master here, and probably because of his love of cleaning or something, he used the odor absorption properties of black iron after heating - and perhaps spells - to clean up the odors that are prone to unpleasant "humans".

But the traces that used to be too heavy and have penetrated into the gaps, and it is not so easy to remove.

All thieves who come from sewers have a great sense of smell. They are like cockroaches or mice to adapt to the environment, even under the cover of heavy smells, they can distinguish the breath they want to track, such as black crystals and blood.

So it is most likely that this place is the nest of some kind of monster. Judging from the layout, it is still a cruel and intelligent monster...

Vic tried to move and felt it.

The guy who fixed him obviously didn't quite understand the means of sewer - the substitute puppets used for five-sided dice like him were specially treated. They were not made of traditional crystal materials, but were mixed with some softer resin, which sacrificed a certain degree of firmness, but was more flexible, making them more convenient for manipulating their bodies and more in line with the use habits of thieves.

Vick tightened the muscles on his hands slightly and pulled out his hands little by little.

And just as he was about to succeed, his hand was held down.

The thief turned his head suddenly and faced a pair of dull eyes. In the darkness, there was no sign of too much in the rough expression.

"Awaken?" he asked.

Unlike the thief, he is standing.

Vick said nothing.

The scene of the previous teleportation returned to his mind again - frozen in the figure of the warrior pounced on him at the last moment.

Obviously, it was Zhang's forced teleportation scroll, and the warrior knew what it was and what it was.

Thinking of the female mage who appeared and disappeared before was extremely strange...

Vick's heart sank.

"I advise you not to escape," said the soldier. "Gudu just went out to get the tools and came back soon. He is in a very bad mood now."

Vic didn't understand what Gudu was he talking about.

I can only guess that it might be the owner here and the soldiers threatening him.

How can five-sided dice sit and wait for death?

The warrior's words undoubtedly provided him with a very important message - the harder guy is not here now, and he still has a chance.

As long as he gets rid of this platform and sneaks into the shadow, he can get out.

The thief quickly shrank his left hand, and the hand that had not been locked by the warrior was twisted and pulled out of the iron ring like rubber. Although one piece was scraped off, the thief didn't say anything.

After getting rid of the first ring of confinement, he immediately turned toward the warrior, and at the same time sent out a nail hidden in his left sleeve toward his thin neck.

The warrior indeed withdrew his hand and hid backwards

And Vic was waiting for this moment.

He immediately pulled out his other hand, and at the same time waved at the shackles on his feet, cut off the rough shackles a few times, turned over, and flew towards the shadow of the exit as fast as possible.

However, the warrior's speed was beyond his expectations again.

He rushed over at twice the speed of the thief, and at the same time he kicked the thief's heart. The angle was so tricky and the force was so fierce that even Vic, who was born in the sewer, could not dodge and was kicked out directly.

The thief rolled around and wanted to get up, but he didn't expect the other party to be faster, so he stepped forward again, but aimed at his hand that was rising.

——Click.

Accompanied by the severe pain, the thief's face twisted in an instant and almost fell down. He opened his mouth and habitually swallowed the pain.

"Do you want to run?" the soldier stared at him, "Don't think about it."

Then he tore the outer skin of his body from his face.

In front of the thief, he tore off a layer of soft skin like he pulled off his coat, threw it aside, and then the body wrapped in it expanded rapidly as if it was filled with it: the muscles were knotted, like layers of stones; the whole body was covered with scales, and each piece looked like a poisonous razor - especially behind the ears, the fins on the arms and back were sharp and sharp, and it made people feel the skin hurt.

Vic was stunned.

The five-sided dice can't be a shallow person, but he never knew that there was such an ugly existence in the abyss: the head looked like a fishman, but it was more ferocious and larger than the fishman. When it straightened its back, the thief thought he saw an oversized Minotaur, but its momentum was far more ferocious than the Minotaur. Especially when the two dead white eyes turned and fell on Vic, the thief's entire back felt cold.

--Danger.

Although he could not see the expression, he could feel that the gaze was obviously malicious.

This monster in human skin... this group of people is indeed a problem!

The five-sided dice immediately jumped up, trying to touch the □□ hidden in the sleeve of the other broken hand.

However, as soon as he moved, the monster noticed it and was kicked over and stepped on it.

Click.

In this way, both hands were broken.

Vic is wood.

It was probably because of the huge gap between it and the skeleton spider. When cutting monsters like mow grass, the strength of the warriors was not visible at all.

But now his movements have been intercepted by the soldiers three times in advance.

If the abyss can have monsters that move faster than five-sided dice, it will be at least a high-level guard level monster...

"What are you doing?"

At this moment, a slightly low male voice came from the entrance.

Vic looked over subconsciously.

Compared with this fish-shaped monster, this figure was simply petite. However, when he saw the other party's appearance, the thief shivered uncontrollably.

The green flames leaped slightly in the black eye sockets. Except for the skull with the horns of the black goat, their bodies were covered in a dark and evil robe - exactly the same as the fishy smell he had smelled before.

It's a lich.

Ominous creatures that have almost disappeared in the abyss and in Angelia.

When he appeared in this space, the original blood, rotten and fishy smell, became strong and evil in an instant.

The lich walked to them and didn't even look at the thief.

He first communicated with the fish-shaped monster quickly, his voice was extremely low, and he used not even abyss words, but some more rare language.

I don't know what they said, but in a short while, the fish-shaped monster, which was twice as tall as the Lich, fell to the ground with a buzz, choking the thick neck tightly.

The moment of freedom made the thief subconsciously want to leap up - but immediately, his hands and feet were imprisoned again.

This time, what entangled him was not a bad iron ring, but a ray of gray mist.

"Stop struggling," said the Lich. "Whether it's a fool or a thief, you need punishment."

...

When Leviathan came, the lich was sending a wisp of gray mist into the thief's ears carefully and accurately.

"Have you found something good?" asked the Second Knight.

In fact, he was not very interested in what was in the hands of the lich, but instead paid great attention to the newly added "doll".

He could see at a glance that the material of this newly captured descendant was different from other guys and looked softer. After removing the outer skin, the exposed magic circuit was quite unique, which was obviously very different from the "orthodox" magic puppet making technology above.

It is indeed like the research object that Hal is concerned about.

but……

"What do you mean by giving him a ring of thorns?"

The devil's forehead was printed with a black forehead, which at first glance looked like some kind of strange tattoo.

"Special treatment for hard bones." The lich snorted, "I struggled very hard just now - obviously after special training in fighting soul-questioning, I have to let him calm down first."

This forehead is a curse, like a thorn, which quietly erodes the user's will until the user completely reveals every inch of the secret in his soul. Any thought of resisting the caster will suffer from the torture of the soul. To some extent, it is even more cruel than the slave mark.

While speaking, the thief, who could no longer see the appearance, looked up at Leviathan and subconsciously wanted to move - but soon trembled again and immediately fell into a coma again.

"He thought he had seen his kind." The lich explained calmly, pulling a gray mist out of the thief's ears.

"This is really cruel."

Leviathan sighed.

"What's the matter with you here?" asked the Lich.

"I heard that our First Knight is back?"

"Hmph," the lich sent the new gray fog back into the ears of the advent, ignoring the trembling of his subordinates, "Your news is really good."

"Where is he now?"
To be continued...