As a city, it is indispensable to have a ruling institution. Under the ruling institution, there is a violent machine. Among all departments of the violent machine, prisons are indispensable.
"This prison is very special." Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand to tear apart the rotten wooden boards, and a black hole appeared at the bottom of the pit. There was an extremely cold, turbid air with a strong earthy smell in the hole. After taking a sip, he felt
Chest tightness, shortness of breath, and dizziness.
The air in the pit was not good, so Zhou Qingfeng had to get out of the way and climbed out of the pit and waited for a long time. Outside the pit was the woods where he fell in. He put a torch on it, lit it with flint, and continued to explore the bottom of the pit.
of remains.
"Why did the elves turn their city into an underground city? And why did they leave such a deep pit?" Zhou Qingfeng returned to the bottom of the pit holding a torch. He made a rough estimate and found that the drop was more than ten meters and the slope was more than three meters.
Ten degrees.
It would be a big deal if he didn't break his neck if he fell in.
"Elves are all mysophobic perverts, so what's the point of building a dungeon? They often do some inexplicable things." Cyric replied: "As for the pit, this is a prison after all, and the people imprisoned in it may never be the same.
I escaped here and dug."
"Are you saying that when this prison was sunk by arcane magic, there were still living people inside?"
"Who knows? Although I am an omniscient and omnipotent dark sun, I don't pay attention to what every crawler is doing."
There is a torch, which can at least indicate the air quality of the black hole at the bottom of the pit. Zhou Qingfeng put the torch deep into the black hole to ensure that the flame can still burn and at the same time illuminate the internal space - it is a quite strange world, dim, gloomy, and colorful.
Ash.
"Cyric, are you sure this is a prison?"
"What do you think an elven prison looks like? Walls covered with blood hooks, iron basins burning charcoal, torture racks with a fishy smell, and prisons filled with ghosts? Elves don't have these things. Besides, you are standing in a prison.
On the roof of the building.”
Zhou Qingfeng jumped down from the broken black hole and landed with a thud. There was a layer of floating soil under his feet. He startled himself and asked anxiously: "Why should I come to explore an elf prison? What good things can be found here?"
What?"
Cyric was equally annoyed, "I thought this would be an elven temple where I could find some good things suitable for you as a reward for your belief in me.
Who knew you were too troublesome, this place is not a temple. As for what will be in this place, I don’t know."
Zhou Qingfeng couldn't hear any annoyance in Cyric's tone, and was speechless at the madman's shamelessness. He held a torch and walked back and forth in the black hole, making sure that he was staying in an attic. Cyric was right.
, he did come in from the top of the building.
The attic space was not small, and there was indeed a large amount of dirt piled at the entrance of the hole where Zhou Qingfeng came in. When he jumped down, he stepped on the pile of mud. The entrance to the building was randomly blocked with a few wooden boards, and the outside was covered with plaster.
Cyric said: "I am now certain that someone escaped from this prison. The soil in the attic was left by digging a hole. The person who escaped deliberately covered up the entrance of the hole and seemed to be planning to come back. But obviously, he
Go and never return.”
"Actually, I'm very surprised. How can you think this is a prison just by looking at the roof?" Zhou Qingfeng found an open gray wooden door in the attic. Behind the door was also a dark hole, deep and dead.
"Because I can sense that there is a statue of Corellon, the patron saint of elves, three floors down. In buildings with different functions, the statues have different forms. Corellon here looks angry and punishing. So this is a prison."
"Are there any scary monsters there?"
"Not found."
"Okay, I'll believe you for once. Now that I'm here, I'll try to explore it. I remind you again, if you cheat me, you will be cheated too."
Zhou Qingfeng held a torch and walked behind the gray wooden door of the attic. Apart from the crackling sound of the torch, only the sound of footsteps and heartbeat accompanied him. He quickly found the stairs and spiraled down. The entire underground ruins were dead and deserted.
Nothing.
Okay, it's not nothing.
There are a large number of murals depicting gods and forests on the walls, and there are oil lamps hanging from the ceiling. The floor is covered with thick carpets, but they have faded and become incomplete over time, and they will tear into pieces if you step on them.
"This prison is not big. And I didn't see the prison." Zhou Qingfeng came down from the attic and reached the hall on the first floor. He saw the angry-faced statue of the patron saint of elves in the middle of the hall, and he was curious for a long time.
"Silverleaf City has always been coveted by adventurers. Many thieves want to make a fortune here, but very few succeed. This is not a prison for elves, but a prison for outsiders.
Due to the pride of the elves, they will not allow strangers to live in their own city, so this prison is not set up in Silverleaf City. As for the prison, you have to find the basement first."
The basement is not difficult to find, just behind the statue of Corellon. There is a simple magic circle at the entrance, but it has lost its effectiveness over time. However, the rusty iron door at the entrance blocks Zhou Qingfeng from outside, and the keyhole is blocked.
It's dead and can't be opened at all.
There was nothing good in the entire prison building, so Uncle Zhou hoped to go to the basement to take a look. But he was helpless against the heavy iron door, so he kicked it hard in anger.
There was a clang, and the sound of impact reverberated throughout the dark prison. Dust was falling on the ceiling, and the walls were falling off. Zhou Qingfeng did not expect the noise to be so loud, and he quickly covered his ears.
Cyric exclaimed: "Back off, something is approaching you in the basement."
Upon hearing the warning, Zhou Qingfeng ran away like a rabbit. But before he could run far, a white shadow sprang out from behind the thick iron door and pounced towards him with claws and teeth.
An angry and irritable voice went directly into Uncle Zhou's head, "Who is disturbing my sleep?"
What a ghost!
Uncle Zhou regretted it to death. He really only regretted that he didn't have more legs. He took steps and ran as hard as he could. But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than the white ghost that could pass through the wall. Seeing that a negative energy ray was about to cut him off.
of vitality...
"Lower your head and roll over." Cyric shouted.
Zhou Qingfeng rolled on the spot, and the negative energy ray grazed his scalp and hit a woodblock print hanging on the wall. It was a drawing board carved from oak. After being eroded by the negative energy, it immediately became soft and fluffy like dust.
of falling.
"Cyric, didn't you say there's no danger here? Think of something quickly." Zhou Qingfeng jumped up and continued to run away.
Cyric also shouted: "You are not my believer, I can't use your body to cast spells."
"You evil god wants to trick me again. I know you have no good intentions in bringing me here." Zhou Qingfeng cursed loudly, but he could only continue to run away, "Either we die together or we escape, I will never believe you anyway."
."
"I really didn't mean to harm you this time. It's because my divine power was too weak and I didn't notice the ghost in the basement. But this ghost is not powerful. You should flee to the statue of Corellon immediately. It is the only safe place in the entire prison.
"
Not strong?
It's not strong compared to your gods.
I feel very strong!
Uncle Zhou was chased by the white ghost and was in a state of panic. But he couldn't help but listen to Cyric's words, so he ran from the stairs on one side of the hall to the other, and jumped back to the statue in the center.
Corellon's statue had a scowl on its face, and had become cold after decades of isolation. But such a statue became Zhou Qingfeng's refuge. The white ghost stopped three meters away from the statue, but it didn't stop.
leave.
The torch had long since been dropped while running, and the surroundings were dark. Only the white ghost monster in front of me was showing its teeth and claws.
Zhou Qingfeng's heartbeat exceeded 180, and it was as loud as a drum. He clung to the statue and tried to calm down, but found that he was trapped - unfortunately, I have become a prisoner in this prison.