The weak and almost negligible wind was slowly flowing through the damp passage. Part of it surged in through a small square hole in the iron prison door, making the dim light above the cell tremble again and again.
It trembled, causing the shadow cast by a huge lamp holder to wander. But all the time, most of this shadow still shrouded a group of huddled human bodies.
This is an adult male, wearing a short-sleeved pullover with the word "forbidden" printed on it, with his eyes closed and his hands hugging each other, sitting slumped on a small stone stool. The weather is not cold at this time, and the prisoners are wearing
The clothes are warm enough, so there is only one reason for him to huddle up, loneliness. Judging from the length of his beard and hair, he has been imprisoned for a long time.
This prisoner's hands and feet are not restrained by any chains. The color of his skin exposed outside his clothes is relatively healthy, and his bulging muscles are well developed. This shows that he has not been detained in this place with harsh conditions. What's even stranger is that he
His hair and beard were neatly trimmed. Let’s not talk about the reason why he did this. Being able to do this while being imprisoned is a rare thing in itself - in the Sibia Empire, people who have been imprisoned for a long time
There are only a handful of prisoners who can receive lenient treatment while incarcerated.
Time has no meaning in such a cell, and the person in it cannot even clearly distinguish the speed of its passing. The only thing that accompanies him is the dim and flickering light, and there is only the endless loneliness that is devouring his body and mind.
Even his breathing became extremely small and long, like an animal entering hibernation.
The wind has been flowing, and the occasional subtle changes are enough to alert people with keen senses. His ears moved, but he still sat slumped as before. But the fragrance carried in the fresh air had an irresistible temptation for him. The prisoner,
Finally began to take a greedy breath.
This air seems to have injected vitality into his body. His back is no longer weakly bent, but through the adjustment of the angle, it has become a container for accumulating strength. The whole body is lifted a little, and no part is still attached.
On the stone bench, his hands were slowly placed by his sides, and his fists were hidden in the shadow of his knees, like a beast that had been dormant for a long time and was about to launch a fatal attack - the glimmer of glance from the slit of his eyelids was also mixed with
A kind of extremely crazy wildness!
When the prisoner focused on the cell door, a soft voice sounded behind him: "It doesn't have to be like this..."
Only half a sentence was said, a sharp sound of breaking wind echoed in the cell. The prisoner spun around, leaped, and launched sharp attacks with his bare hands, which made it impossible for the prisoner to continue speaking. The violent impact of fists and feet echoed among the four stone walls.
The room reverberated, bringing with it endless echoes - the tiny light was extinguished by the prisoner's first blow, and the two figures flew around in the dark cell, leaving no room for every attack until
Take the vital points!
A "Bang!" sound hit the stone wall, and the two rapid breaths turned to calmness in a short period of time. If you can adjust your breath within this time, both the host and the guest are not ordinary people.
The visitor was the first to resume his steady breathing. It was only then that he had the chance to finish the second half of his sentence: "I mean no harm."
After saying that, the visitor let go of his hand, turned around, walked to the center of the cell, lit the oil lamp above his head with a flick of his finger, and said suddenly: "The people of Sbia are so hospitable, they give up the magic lamp and use this kind of antique
Illumination for you."
"Not bad." Looking at this young visitor in simple clothes and with a face mask, the prisoner leaned against the stone wall and laughed: "I'm very happy, now I have someone to accompany me. I'll teach you the first rule first. Later, you,
You must listen to me in everything."
"How do you know that I really mean no harm?" The tone of the visitor's words was calm and generous, with an obvious Sbia accent in his tone, but compared with the dress with sparse silk covering even the eyes, it looked awkward.
Then the joke is: "If my trip is detrimental to you, what are your plans?"
"You can try it." Although half of his face is covered by his hair and beard, the prisoner's smile is still beautiful: "Try it from the beginning, without using any means to make the guards unconscious, without setting up this clever sound insulation barrier. I think I will be very happy.
Tell you the answer."
"Your Excellency speaks Chinese very well. In this case, there will be no obstacles to our communication." The visitor did not pay attention to the prisoner's sarcasm: "If it is convenient, please tell me your name, because I am here
Find someone."
"Where in the world can we get free bread?" The prisoner put his left little finger into his ear and took it out: "But it's no use asking for money now. What price are you going to pay to get this information?"
"Your personality, habits, and even the way you speak are all familiar to me, or should we change the way of communication now?" After the person said this, he switched to the ancient syntax used only by demon nobles:
"Building willpower is the most basic way of resistance for the nobles of the Demon Alliance; to strive for self-improvement even in dangerous situations is also the basic creed of the nobles of the Demon Alliance."
"Huh?" The prisoner still focused on picking his ears: "Tell me something I can understand."
"Since you have not denied it, then our conversation can continue. Say something that you can understand. This request is very reasonable. Let us start with the address..." At this point, the visitor took a step closer and raised his voice.
He heard his own voice: "Kamp Crazy Wolf, Asa Gutai! I wonder if you can hear me now?"
"What on earth are you talking about?" The prisoner didn't wave his hand while picking his ears: "I have never studied, so please don't deceive me."
"Your Excellency, please change another ear." The visitor smiled and looked through the silk with a peaceful gaze: "It's bleeding."
"Blood?" The prisoner subconsciously took out his finger, but immediately realized that he had been fooled. When he rushed forward with his whole body, he yelled an indignant words: "You are fucking kidding me!"
Before these indignant words could be completely yelled out, the prisoner's body was punched and sent flying back, and his back hit hard where he had been leaning. "Bang!" There was a violent impact and finally
The word "I!" sounded almost at the same time, and the mixed sounds echoed among the stone walls for a long time...
For the first time, the prisoner opened his eyes carefully and looked at the visitor carefully.
"Now that you have calmed down, can you answer my question?" The visitor gave a slap and calmly withdrew his left fist that was still in front of him, as if he had just slapped a mosquito away: "Please forgive me.
I don’t have enough time.”
At this time, the prisoner also made the most direct judgment in his mind. It was obvious that he could not defeat this person who appeared out of thin air. But what should he do next? Will he readily admit his true identity? What will happen next?
He has been acting recklessly since he was young, and his enemies are as numerous as the stars on a summer night.
Do you firmly refuse to admit it? How can the other party be easily deceived if he can enter this place? Even if he is deceived, in the end, in order to protect the secret, the other party may still have to kill himself with a knife... This is really a choice that cannot be repeated at the cost of life. problem.
"Real names, etc., have long been discarded during these years of imprisonment. If I want to remember them, I need time." The prisoner laughed: "However, no matter where the etiquette is, guests who come to visit should first tell their names. Name?"
"Your Excellency is right. This is the etiquette stipulated no matter where you are." The visitor's tone was still so soothing, but his eyes could make people feel cold: "But Your Excellency has mistaken your position, and I am not A guest of similar status to you."
The visitor raised his right hand slightly, and the dark cloak slid open, revealing a slender sword two fingers wide. Even in such dim light, the gems inlaid on it shone brightly, showing that the owner was extraordinary. of dignity and pride.
The prisoner knew that there would be no happy ending tonight, so he straightened his body with a cold snort, and there was no trace of the businessman's spirit in his powerful expression: "Although I don't know who you are, what kind of hatred and hatred do you have to sneak into Sbia Prison to kill me! But! Before you take action, you have to remember my name. Yes, I am none other than Asa Gutai, who is also known as the Crazy Wolf of Camp!"
The visitor's sharp eyes flashed, he took a step back, and could not speak for a long time. Asa Gutai could really feel that the other party stopped breathing, and many muscles on his body tightened. This was clearly an attack. It was a sign before. But he was unable to act first, nor did he expect to receive the opponent's blow - this had become the last moment of his life!
The dim light flickered.
The visitor's eyesight and breathing returned to normal. He put his right hand and sword into his cloak, turned around and left. The cell door opened silently, as if it had never been locked.
"Wait a minute!" Asa Gutai, who was lucky enough to save his life, wiped a few drops of sweat from his head: "I have something to say."
The visitor did not look back, but stopped at the doorframe.
"Although I don't know who you are or why you are here, I still want to tell you." Asa Gutai slowly walked to the stone bench and sat down on his own: "Where did I go? I was transferred to this prison days ago. For more than a year, I have been staying in a military camp and mine far away from the Holy City. I think this sudden transfer is not without reason."
The visitor did not answer, but walked out of the cell directly, and the cell door closed quietly again.
"It's probably... because of you..." Asa Gutai's hand was still raised in the air, but he had lost sight of the target. In desperation, Asa had no choice but to laugh at himself, curled up on the stone bench again, his head lowered, It's like nothing happened.
Walking in the passage, the young man gradually quickened his pace. Another masked man dressed as a samurai at the top of the passage hurried up to meet him and reported in a low voice: "A group of patrolling Guards came outside. They seem to be strengthening the perimeter security." , the passage we came in has been blocked, and currently we can only evacuate along the rope to the castle next door. We have arranged a responder on top - the magic barrier here will automatically fail, and the unconscious guards and other prisoners will not be able to escape after a while. You will wake up."
The young man only nodded slightly and followed the warrior to the back garden, passed through a small and quiet forest, and came to the side wall of a slightly ancient castle. A thick rope hung from the top of the castle.
, the color is consistent with the colorful and dilapidated wall.
The warrior pulled the rope hard and shook it three times. After waiting for the corresponding signal to come from above, he handed the rope to the young man and went to hold the thinner one next to him: "I'm guarding you.
, please go a little faster.”
Knowing that this was not a place to stay for a long time, the young man said nothing and began to climb up along the rope. The moss-covered wall was quite slippery, but fortunately the rope was stable and the climbing speed was very fast. It didn't take a while.
, the two of them had climbed halfway, and even the expressions on the faces of the two responders on the top of the castle could be roughly seen. The prison below them was still in silence at this time, and it seemed that
No one has found anything unusual yet.
Three or four feet away from the top of the castle, the two responders stepped away at the same time. Before the two people on the rope could make any move, two long-handled battle axes appeared above their heads, and the sharp ax blades were in the moonlight.
As soon as the snow flashed, it struck down head-on - the sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the momentum was chilling!
"Dang! Dang!" were heard twice. The two people on the rope narrowly blocked the blow with their portable weapons, and two dazzling sparks flew out. The two of them were already breaking out in cold sweat. But the battle ax above them once again
Cut straight down, still with that indomitable momentum!
With a sound of "Dang!", only the young man blocked the attack, and the sword in the hands of the warrior beside him was broken. His rope was immediately loosened, and he fell straight down until he landed near the castle.
The rope on the ground was tightened again - the strong pulling force made the warrior who was silent during the fall unable to restrain himself from letting out a low groan of pain.
But the young man could not pay too much attention to his companion, because the tomahawk on his head had struck again at a faster speed than before. After five consecutive attacks like a storm, the sword in the young man's hand was struck.
The sword finally broke!
The long-handled battle ax full of gaps was slowly withdrawn.
Just when the young man was wondering why the other party didn't let go of the rope, a sword was slapped on the wall, and he began to slowly and steadily cut the rope back and forth. With each cut, the young man's heart became tighter.
He was in mid-air and couldn't use any force. The only way was to jump up, but such a move would undoubtedly make him die faster.
"It doesn't have to be like this." Someone poked his head out from above. He had long black hair, black eyes, and the scarf covering his face couldn't hide that evil smile. He didn't stop cutting the rope: "I mean no harm..."
The young man almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and without thinking, he threw half of the sword in his hand, and the target was exactly that face - someone stretched out his left hand to grab the broken sword, then threw it behind him, and continued to use a soft voice
Nonsense: "Sibian people are very hospitable, but you have to rein in your bad temper. What if you lose your child? Even... don't dream. In order to prevent you from slipping and accidentally dying, this paragraph
The rope has been tampered with, so even if you want to let it go, you can't let it go."
The young man really wanted to let go, and as someone said, his palm was completely stuck to the rope and he couldn't let go... However, the other person said that he wanted to prevent himself from accidents while cutting the rope with a sword. This feeling was not very pleasant.
.
"Do you feel aggrieved? Do you feel angry? Do you want to come up?" Someone looked at the young man condescendingly: "No matter what you think, you have to tell me, otherwise how will I know?
?Even if I have intentions, I have to say it clearly..."
"Let me up!" the young man roared.
"No." Someone above firmly refused and continued to cut the rope: "Unless..."
"What do you want?" Now that the young man had opened his mouth, he yelled the second sentence.
"Unless you tell me your name, because your personality, habits, and even the way you speak are familiar to me, and I am waiting for someone." Someone above said: "A cat and a dog should also have a name, although you
Covering his face, he looks very shy..."
"You cover your face too!"
"It's up to the guest to do as he pleases. What's more, your status and that of me are not similar." Someone's tone became tough, and he raised his sword as if to cut: "This place is higher than the city wall. If you accidentally break it, it will be fine."
I can’t pick it up anymore!”
The young man was not afraid that the opponent's sword would cut him off, but he felt that it was impossible to escape at this point. So he sighed, took off the face covering with his right hand, and revealed a delicate and handsome face:
"Subordinate to the Demon Alliance, Duke of the Brooke Empire, Swiss Hepburn!"
"I don't believe it." After a calm reply, the sword was stretched out in front of his head. Someone's reaction was beyond Siwei's expectation: "Only those who enter Sbia openly can report the above identity. You are the only one in the royal ceremony.
What qualifications does a spy who sneaked into the royal forbidden area have to report such a title during the celebration ball?"
"Shameless!" Siwes retorted: "How can you, the king of a country, sneak into the Demon Alliance in disguise several times?"
"Did you catch it?" Someone laughed and said, "Don't blame others if you are stupid!"
Up and down, eyes facing each other, the person above is naturally powerful, but the person below is not any weaker in terms of momentum.
"The Demon Alliance, when did this young master see it? The Bruck Empire is just a defeated general! As for the Duke, there are still three in the prison below! But you..." After a long silence, the people above accepted
Dao turned around: "Pull him up!"
While the rope was sliding, Swiss Hepburn finally reached the top of the castle, and got his feet on the ground as he wished.
"Light the fire!" was the command, and dozens of torches were lit up all around at the same time. The firelight illuminated the castle as if it were daytime.
Swiss Hepburn raised his eyes and saw that, in addition to the person standing in front of him, there were four luxurious and comfortable chairs in the distance, with four elegant and elegant young women sitting on them - he studied
It didn’t take a day or two for the Sibia royal family to recognize immediately that these were the four royal concubines who supported half of Sibia’s empire!
As soon as her body moved slightly forward to the left, a cold gaze was projected from the left side of the princess, which made Swiss Hepburn's hair stand on end. He didn't dare to move any more. After a closer look, he was standing in that position.
A man in full armor, and he wasn't even looking at me!
The strength of this guard can only be described as unfathomable.
"I know you're not convinced, but it doesn't matter." A weapons rack was placed in front of Siwei. Someone in royal attire turned around and said, "Pick one, and we'll fight again!"
Siwei's fighting spirit was rekindled, and he stepped forward and drew out a long black iron sword. Without saying a word, he turned around and stood on the wall that was only half a foot wide. The tip of the sword was pressed down and pointed diagonally at his feet. His face was full of cold pride.
spirit.
With a whistle, Emperor Sibia followed him up the wall, pulled off his turban, stepped forward to meet him, pulled out a sword with his sword and stopped it behind him.
The moonlight is bright and the breeze is blowing. Their cloaks rise and fall slowly, and their figures are as elegant as cranes in the sky. (To be continued)