Chapter 491 Creatures related to dogs are very good at tearing down their homes
Dark night!
The wind and clouds were rolling, and the moonlight appeared from time to time, shining on the sparkling sea.
An isolated island is located under the cliff. The rising tide submerged most of it. On the high ground above the water, you can vaguely see the ruins of the castle.
Under the dim night, thunder occasionally shines, illuminating this corner that has been forgotten by the world.
Suddenly, the sound of roaring propellers was heard in the distance, and the lights of two transport armed helicopters were illuminated and they began to circle around the island.
"The location where the cliff meets the sea is the secret passage into the castle prison." Alexander said calmly. He was very familiar with the prison where his son was imprisoned, but he just didn't have the courage to release him. It would be a disaster.
Don't ask why such a stubborn person like Alexander came. Russell said it was just in case, how could he not come!
On the two transport planes, in addition to the werewolf boys carrying ultraviolet weapons, there were also four mixed-bloods including Amelia, and the four of them followed voluntarily.
Lucian and Selina wanted to repay their kindness. Russell helped them settle their six-hundred-year hatred and were willing to work for him. Lucian, in particular, was willing to play both the front and the back, and he regarded himself as a dog-legger every day. He was a very real person.
Amelia had purely impure motives. She coveted the holy light in Russell and wanted to take it for herself. Michael was similar to her, but the person she coveted was different.
Four thugs with good melee abilities and thick skin came to the door. Russell naturally would not refuse, even though he knew that some people coveted his beauty and wanted to have sex with him.
If you are handsome, you will be sought after everywhere, Russell has long been used to it!
Looking down at the estuary below, Russell waved slightly, parting the sea to reveal the entrance to the prison.
There was nothing new and even boring about pretending for the second time. After the helicopter landed, he turned over and jumped off. A handful of water splashed over him and was firmly dragged at his feet.
Others were not as capable as him. They fell ten meters in the air, stepped on the bricks and looked at him in awe.
Everyone organized their weapons and, led by Alexander, walked into the prison cave. Along the way, they used special keys to open the mechanisms and went deeper layer by layer.
"Alexander, I see you are very familiar with this place. Have you been here often before?"
Faced with Russell's teasing, Alexander chose to remain silent. He did come often.
Every time he missed his son, he would come over and talk to William through the coffin board, mainly because he was talking and William howled along blindly.
Alexander was always steady and steady. Apart from being extremely doting and pampering his son, he had nothing to complain about. Russell made a few jokes and began to look around.
The blue light in his eyes lit up, looking for clues.
When Alexander told the story, he had some speculations in his mind. The real identity of the snake charmer and beggar might be a wizard. According to Saruman, the white-robed wizard who cultivated strong orcs, he was also a biologist in the magical world.
Alexander's mutated bloodline attracted the wizard, who wanted to experiment on him but was rejected, so he chose to experiment on his son.
This analysis was reasonable and 90% similar to the truth. Russell silently praised his IQ.
As for why the mage was not burned to death and where he escaped, the truth lies in this prison. Russell estimated that it was a teleportation array. Just like the unknown female corpse he encountered, the sealed entrance was a teleportation array.
Ten minutes later, the group, led by Alexander, arrived at the ground floor in a circuitous way and saw the huge coffin holding William.
Russell narrowed his eyes and saw a dense, dark light and shadow under the iron maiden-like coffin.
"Move the coffin to the side, there is something under the ground."
There is no magic power, it is not a teleportation array, and there is a slight error in his guess. But it is not a big problem. The dark light and shadow rotate like a whirlpool, and the color is clearly different from the surroundings, which cannot be concealed from his magic perception.
Everyone was a little stunned when they heard this. The iron coffin was embedded in the rock wall of the mountain. The only way to move it away was to use explosives. They all looked at Alexander.
I'm going to blow up your son. Do you have any objection?
Alexander's face was dark, as expected, if he didn't follow, William would be in danger!
"Give me some time, I'll release William first, and you can do it later." After Alexander finished speaking, he opened the iron coffin with a special key before Russell could speak.
Everyone in the group was restrained. As far as blood is concerned, except for Russell, everyone else here can be regarded as the descendants of Alexander, and they still respect him quite a bit.
Russell didn't care too much. William, the ancestor of werewolves, was very powerful, but his father was present, and his son couldn't make any trouble.
"Hohohoho——"
Inside the coffin, a two-meter-tall silver-gray upright giant wolf was filled with rage, sniffing the human scent in the air, and immediately went into a rampage and killing state, letting out a roar that had been suppressed for many years.
"William! Calm down, I am your father."
It was okay not to mention it, but William became angry when he mentioned it. He recognized the voice, and it was chirping outside the coffin board for three days, making it so noisy that he couldn't sleep.
"Ho ho ho!!"
William waved his sharp wolf claws, grabbed his old father's neck, opened his bloody mouth, and gnawed at him with his fangs.
Bang!
Alexander retracted his arm, nodded to Russell, and turned towards his son who was glued to the wall.
You told me I'm your father, but you still want to bite me!
Alexander was so heartbroken that he forgot for a moment that his stupid son's IQ was in arrears. He raised his fists to teach him love.
When I beat my son, the scene was always a joy to watch. The group of people watched the excitement happily. It wasn't until Russell coughed that they realized what they were doing. They pulled away the bricks and stones on the ground and started to bury the explosives.
Russell walked aside and felt secretly happy when he saw Alexander beating William severely from a violent werewolf to a howling husky.
However, thinking about the layout of the prison, I couldn't help but murmur in my heart.
What a coincidence!
William's coffin rests on the top of the black vortex, just like the eye of the formation. Back then, Victor... No, when Serena's family built the prison, there must be something wrong with the Feng Shui master they found.
But soon, he overturned his absurd idea. Where did the Feng Shui master come from in the Western world, and the time was not right.
The prison was built six hundred years ago, and Alexander chased the wizard here fourteen hundred years ago. The gap in between was too long, maybe... it was a coincidence.
"Sir, the explosives have been planted."
"Be careful, don't blow up the cave."
"do not worry!"
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Boom! Boom! Boom————
Creatures related to dogs are good at destroying homes, and werewolves are no exception. Several of the men trained by Lucian are good at playing with explosives, and they can blast rocks layer by layer after calculation.
Supernatural events soon occurred. After an explosion, the broken rocks disappeared out of thin air, and a smooth flat land appeared on the ground.
Russell's magic power was injected into his eyes, and the marble-smooth ground disappeared, replaced by a dark vortex.
Just as he was marveling, the cross necklace on his chest slowly floated up and moved toward the whirlpool at a snail-like speed.
Russell: "..."
He silently held the cross tightly, and his heart was filled with waves. Sister Medellin's unremarkable smile appeared in front of his eyes. He didn't think anything of it at the time, but now that he thought about it, every word of the old man revealed a profound meaning.
"Give it to travelers who are far away, the Lord will bring you good luck..." Muttering what Sister Medellin said, Russell couldn't help but sigh, those who sweep the floor are all monsters. This trick is not only applicable in the East, but also in the West.
It works.
Lucien looked at the smooth flat ground and saw that Russell didn't say anything, jumped up... without jumping down, took out the grenade, pulled off the tab and threw it in.
It was quiet, nothing happened.
Everyone looked at each other, waiting for someone to volunteer to explore the way, but no one came forward.
Lucian was eager to give it a try: "Sir, why don't you let me..."
Russell shook his head slightly. Lucian's performance won him a lot of favor, and he would not let the other party take the lead. His eyes swept around like knives, and finally settled on Amelia.
Amelia's expression changed, not because she was greedy for life, but because she was afraid that after her death, there would be no caring people to serve Russell. She immediately hugged his arm, indicating that the dangerous thing was still valuable, at least it could be kept for the eyes.
Russell thought about this and cleared his throat: "Alexander, look at this...this...William...you know!