A spiral staircase leads down, and there are torches stuck every few meters on the surrounding walls.
"Your Majesty, it's inside."
"You stay here first, no one is allowed to come in without my permission."
"yes!"
Shirley walked down the stairs alone. The environment here was very dark, but it had no effect on her at all.
After a few minutes, she reached the bottom of the cell.
There is a huge iron cage in front of it, with a height of at least a hundred meters and an estimated length and width of three to four hundred meters. The iron pipes assembled into the cage are as thick as a carriage, which is enough to show the importance attached to the prisoners inside.
The tip of her nose smelled a strong smell of urine and feces, which made Shirley frown. She waved her white hands and fanned in front of her nose to disperse the smell.
In that cage, there was a white dragon that was more than eighty meters long. It was tied up with extremely thick chains, lying on the ground, with scars all over its body.
Bailong raised his eyelids and looked at the little beauty in front of him coldly.
"Andulu, long time no see." Shirley greeted warmly.
Bailong asked in surprise: "Who are you and why do you know my name?"
"Haha, don't you even recognize me, an old friend?"
Andulu thought for a long time, but still couldn't find the identity of the person in front of him from his memory.
Shirley was amazed: "I didn't expect that the great mage of the Dragon Clan would be imprisoned in such a place. It's really a pity."
Andulu said angrily: "Humph, it's not the fault of your Black Dragon Palace. Tell me, what information do you want to get out of me this time?"
"Happy." Shirley snapped her fingers, "Tell me, where is Caesar's tomb?"
"I don't know!" Andrew said without hesitation.
Shirley glared and said: "Nonsense, you obviously participated in the construction of the tomb."
"Then let me tell you, do you believe that Caesar asked me to build hundreds of cemeteries for him in every corner of the continent?" Andulu mocked, "Just give up, no one knows that Caesar got into it before he died.
Which tomb."
Shirley said angrily: "Then tell me the locations of all the cemeteries!"
Andulu tapped his forehead with his paw: "Sorry, more than nine hundred years have passed, and I really can't remember it clearly."
"As much as you can remember," Shirley said.
Andrew shrugged helplessly: "I don't remember any of them."
"Hmph, I think you just deserve a beating." Shirley used her fighting spirit to transform into a long pink whip, which passed through the gap in the iron cage and whipped Andulu on him.
"Ah!" Bai Long twisted his body violently and let out a shrill scream. The strange fighting spirit whip brought him great pain.
After a dozen lashes in a row, Shirley stopped.
Andulu was lying on his back, his chest heaving violently.
Shirley said coldly: "Believe it or not, I will kill you right now?"
"Come on." Andrew said with an indifferent attitude, "My old dragon won't live long anyway, so give me a good time."
"What a beautiful idea you have!" Shirley said angrily, "I will let them torture you every day and make your life worse than death!"
"Then I'd better solve it myself." As he said that, Andulu grabbed his chest with his dragon claws.
Shirley suddenly panicked, and she quickly released a large amount of fighting energy to restrain Bailong's limbs and head, preventing him from harming himself.
Andulu can't even move his neck now, like a prey caught in a spider's web.
"Just stay here honestly!" After saying that, Shirley turned around and walked up the stairs to leave.
The moment she turned around, the corners of her mouth turned up in a curve.
"Boy, you're a little too young to fight with me." Watching Shirley leave, Andulu grinned with a sarcastic smile, "Speaking of which, her breath gives me a very familiar feeling. What is she?"
who?"
He thought about it for a long time, but couldn't find an identity that matched Shirley from his memory.
"It's strange. I even have very deep memories of when I was born. How come I can't remember who she is?" Andulu was very confused.
"Forget it, why doesn't that little guy come to save me? No, I have to urge him again."
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Shirley walked up to the crypt and ordered Curry who was guarding here: "Send a few more people down to take a good look at it. Don't let it die."
"yes!"
Curry winked, and the two black magicians he saw walked towards the cave with grimaces.
Accompanied by Curry and his team, Shirley walked out of the smelly cell.
The golden sunshine shone warmly on her peaceful face.
Curry led the way: "Your Majesty, please follow me."
Soon, they arrived at a small palace next to the dragon's lair in the center of the city.
Although this foggy city was built for the black dragon Dracula, it also has a place to entertain human guests.
There is a large brown-grey round table in the palace with twelve chairs around it.
Kenzat has already been waiting here, and there are several pretty maids nearby ready to serve him.
"Please take a seat." After Curry led Shirley to sit down, he sat down in the side seat next to the main seat.
Kenzart sat across from Shirley, and only the three of them ate this meal.
Curry clapped his hands, and immediately more than twenty servants came in carrying various dishes and fine wines, including salt and pepper steak, honey-glazed foie gras, etc.
Not long after, the dining table was filled with food. For some reason, Shirley didn't have the slightest appetite. She couldn't help but think of the delicacies she had eaten in Dawn City.
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"Help me...help me."
The strange cry for help came again in my mind, and it was very frequent and continuous, making it seem very urgent.
Chris covered his ears with his hands, but to no avail.
"Damn, it's so annoying." Chris couldn't help but cursed angrily. He came to the window and shouted in the direction of Misty City, "Can you stop shouting!"
That voice is still going on, like a magic sound, with no intention of stopping.
Chris felt a little headache. It seemed that after the development order was over, he would lead his knights to that city to see if he could rescue the people seeking help.
Of course, the first thing to do to rescue him is to beat him up.
So annoying!
Lisa transformed into a dragon and flew over, asking with concern: "What's wrong? Did you hear that strange sound again?"
"Hmm." Chris nodded, "I don't know who that damn guy is. Why didn't the Black Dragon Palace torture him to death?"
Lisa smiled and said: "The development order will end in more than ten days. At that time, we will lead the army to capture the city you saw and rescue the guy. We will torture him again."
"I have this idea too."
Now, Chris still has 800,000 reputation points to upgrade. After he reaches the seventh level, won't he be able to deal with an eighth-level little black dragon?