In a cave near the headquarters of the Relief Society, four heavily armed men walked on the wet ground to the depths of the cave.
The leader of the man had black hair mixed with silver threads and was combed back into a pigtail. His face was covered with criss-cross scars from past battles. He held a simple map and compared it repeatedly with the cave's features.
The terrain, in the maze-like underground world, chooses the direction to move forward.
Next to him was a tall and strong Beidao warrior, whose body was covered with all kinds of strange bones. He said to the man holding the map: "Lord Jerome, can we really trust this map?"
The man named Jerome looked back at the speaker and remained silent.
The Beidao warrior scratched the back of his head and said in confusion: "I mean, this guy who didn't even want to name me told us that the president of the Relief Society was going to betray the Presbyterian Council, and that the other party planned to kill the successor of the undead."
The technology was handed over to the church, and in the end it was given this map that looked like a child’s doodles. Can we trust him? Or is this just a joke?”
"This is not a joke, but more like a trap." A man in a large robe behind the warrior, whose skin was covered with tattoos of various colors, said in a deep voice.
The last person among the four was a dwarf. He was less than 1.2 meters tall. He was playing with the stones in his hands as he walked, shaking his head and saying: "Whether it is a joke or a trap, it doesn't matter at all. From the moment we received the
From the beginning of the letter, there was no longer any choice. The other party predicted that in order to verify the authenticity of the news, we would definitely enter the relief society to find out. Am I right? 31? 55? "
The soldier glanced at the dwarf and muttered: "Then why did we choose to sneak into the Relief Society? Can't we just tell them the name of the Dispute Legion and ask them to let us in?"
The dwarf glanced at the North Islander with an idiot look in his eyes: "If the news about the rebellion of the president of the Relief Society is true, then if we walked in with such arrogance, wouldn't we have fallen into a trap?!"
The tattooed man stopped the quarrel between the two and asked them to follow Jerome and find out the truth of the matter as soon as possible.
The deeper we walked along the cave, the more disgusting the smell became in the air. The Beidao warrior frowned and said with an ugly face: "Gods above me! I have a bad premonition."
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Finally, a group of four people came to a huge pit. The dwarf stood on the edge of the pit, glanced down, then turned pale and backed away sharply.
With the faint light of the torch, the four of them finally saw clearly what was in the pit - the pit was filled with black and smelly blood, with some human remains floating in the middle...
The corner of the soldier's eyes twitched, he stared at Jerome nervously, and asked uneasily: "On the map, are we supposed to be...?"
The latter pointed to an entrance similar to a sewage pipe above the blood pool and said: "Climb in from there."
"Damn it! I won't get in there even if I die!" The dwarf clutched his robe tightly and repeated his protest loudly.
Jerome tilted his head towards the North Island warrior, who sighed, grabbed the dwarf by the neck, and threw him into the pipe of the blood pool.
Twenty minutes later, four people with stench all over their bodies crawled out from the top of the sewage pipe after confirming that the surrounding area was safe.
As soon as the dwarf climbed out of the pipe, he knelt on the ground, held his palms on the ground, and vomited the undigested food in his stomach. While vomiting it back, he said: "If I...find...the map painter
That bastard, I swear! I will break his neck with my own hands!"
Looking at the room that looked like a slaughterhouse, the tattooed man kicked the skull off the ground with the instep of his foot, smelled the smell on his body, and then said to Jerome: "You have to find a way to wash off the stains on your body.
, otherwise just these smells on the body will be enough to make our infiltration completely fail."
Jerome took out the map, looked at the direction and direction carefully, and pointed to a door at the end of the slaughterhouse: "Go that way."
The four of them packed up everything, followed the map, walked through a long corridor, and came to an underground natural spring. The clear spring water flowed into the narrow entrance of the cave along the cracks in the ground. On the bluestone next to the entrance, neatly arranged
There are four sets of robes worn by members of the Relief Society.
Jerome picked up his robe with the scabbard of his sword and took a closer look. He was surprised to find that no matter they were the tall Bei Island warrior or the short dwarf, these clothes actually fit the four of them perfectly.
The tattooed man came closer to Jerome, looked at the robe, and said: "The development of things makes me feel more and more creepy..."
The leader of the team looked at the robe in his hand and frowned.
The Beidao warrior held up the spring water, first smelled it, then tasted it with his tongue, and finally took off all his clothes and rinsed it off. The dwarf watched all this quietly, sitting on the ground slowly
Wait and make sure the spring water is normal before joining the flushing process.
Jerome checked the robes repeatedly, but could not see anything special. He was puzzled and finally gave the order to change the clothes.
The four people who put on the clothes of the Relief Society followed the patrol routes and passwords given on the map, bypassed the sentries, deceived the guards, and finally arrived at the core test area of the Relief Society.
Looking at the monsters imprisoned on both sides of the mountain wall, the dwarf opened his mouth wide with disbelief: "I have heard other people mention the Heir of the Undead, but I always thought it was just a rumor."
The tattooed man observed the experimental subject in the cage and said to Jerome: "The three elders once jointly inquired about the progress of the experiment on the successor of the undead, but the answer given by the Relief Society was that it was difficult and the progress was slow. From this point of view, Theo
It is indeed possible that Dou betrayed the Presbyterian Church."
The Beidao warrior thought for a while and suddenly said something unrelated: "If I remember correctly, Theodore seemed to be Lord Jerome's teacher when he was in the Legion of Discord?"
The dwarf rolled his eyes when he heard this, bumped the strong man's knee with his elbow, and whispered: "Shut up."
Jerome looked deep into the corridor, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. After a moment, he tightened his grip on the dagger at his waist and walked firmly towards the door at the end of the corridor.
As the two door panels were slowly pushed open, in the huge laboratory, an old man with a strong body and gray hair and beard stopped the quill in his hand, and slowly moved his eyes from the books on the table to the ones in front of him.
door.
"Jerome?" Theodore stood up from his chair with a somewhat surprised expression.
The man with a scarred face made a standard Taylor disciple's salute to the old man in front of him.
The old man smiled and nodded, pointing to the armchair in the room. Just as he was about to say something, the other person's next words made his smile freeze on his face.
"I, Jerome Nichols, as the ninth in line of the Legion of Disputes, represent the will of the heterogeneous group, and hereby issue a question. Are you still loyal to your oath of membership?!"