Noli Dungeon is located in the northwest suburb of Noli City, built against the Winter Sea.
Its construction is not much different from other dungeons. They are all templates for the Hell of the Dead.
About five or six layers were dug into the ground, and the harsh environment of each lower layer increased geometrically.
Due to the scarcity of resources in Norway, even the water is taken directly from the ice water on the cold sea.
This also led to the prisoners in the dungeon dying here within a few days. Nori was originally very poor, and no one cared about the lives of these prisoners.
"Did you hear anything?" The old bell ringer shivered in the snowy stone house. He held an ore lamp in his hand, and the snowflakes stained his snow-white beard.
"No. I'm freezing to death when I'm a drunkard. It's snowing at the end of June."
The soldier on guard at night rubbed his hands, wrapped his tattered cotton clothes tightly around his body, took out an iron wine glass from his waist and took a deep sip.
After drinking the strong drink, it was like a ball of fire pouring from his throat into his stomach. His face became flushed and his whole body relaxed.
"The outer fort is finished. The defenders abandoned the city and retreated to the inner fort on the hill. But now our place is the safest place."
The soldier sighed. The situation of Marquis Luo Lei was very bad. Maybe Noli was really going to be beaten by Baron Holmland. But what does this have to do with him?
"Boy, light the only remaining fuel ore for me. There is still some in the fireplace."
The bell ringer stood up tremblingly, and the soldier also diligently lit the fireplace in the small stone house, and warmth poured into the cold hut.
"Do you want to smoke? There are two Nolien sticks left, but old man, you probably can't smoke with your body."
The soldier smiled mischievously. He took out a semi-moist cigarette from his pocket, and the flames of the match burned on the end of the cigarette. He blew out a smoke ring with satisfaction.
"I heard that some kind of coal mine lighter appeared in Shengdu. It can make a flame with just one click. It can only be used for a long time, and there is no need to strike it one by one."
The soldier broke the silence, his eyes filled with envy.
"Hey, don't be weird. Just like girls, do girls choose matches or lighters?"
The old man who rang the bell sat next to the fireplace, enjoying the warm flames. He closed his eyes comfortably. He liked chatting with young people during the long night.
He always felt that they were childish. After drinking hard liquor, the old man preferred sake. After making a silver mine locomotive, he felt that the carriage was more sentimental.
"What does this have to do with lighters and matches!"
The soldier curled his lips in confusion. The soldiers in the dungeon liked this old man very much. He could always bring some interesting stories to the boring vigil.
"When a lighter lights a cigarette, it will light the next cigarette. There are countless cigarettes in its life. But a match is different. It only lights one cigarette in its life. While it lights the other cigarette, it also slowly lights the other cigarette.
disappear."
The old man looked at the soldier seriously, his eyes showing the sincerity and kindness of an elder.
"Okay, old man, what you said makes some sense. But do you feel that the surroundings have become colder?"
The soldier suddenly stood up. He rubbed his hands vigorously and his body shivered. The originally warm fireplace was no longer so warm, as if the temperature of the entire stone house had dropped a lot.
"Ahem..." The bell ringer was about to say that young people should pay attention to their health, but the next moment he also felt the biting cold that penetrated the cotton-padded clothes.
"What's going on?" The soldier felt vaguely uneasy. He suddenly thought of the words that Marquis Luo Lei personally came to the dungeon to give instructions yesterday evening.
"The man at the bottom of the dungeon, that is, the sixth floor, needs to increase manpower around the clock."
Marquis Luo Lei personally gave the order, and the warden did not dare to say anything, so the number of people on the night watch increased again in the past month. I heard that this man was the lord of Cinto City, but why did Marquis Luo Lei detain him?
The soldiers didn't know and didn't dare to ask. Since Marquis Luo Lei had increased their wages, they could just do as usual.
However, recent rumors say that the city lord has defected to the "Monsa Order", a religious order composed of followers of the devil.
Seventy percent of those on the black list of the Heretic Tribunal are members of this sect.
Who are they? How do they rely on communication? Where is their home base? Even the Heretic Tribunal has difficulty in attacking them, because these people are like ghosts. You know their existence, but you can't touch them at all.
They respect witches, enslave orcs, strongly oppose the Nosi Holy Religion and the Nosi Goddess, and promote their own demon Mensa. This alone is the ultimate heresy for the Holy Religion.
There was also a captured Monsa cultist whose title was even as high as a marquis. Before his death, the marquis loudly recited the teachings of the Monsa cult.
The ferocious expression cursed everyone present.
And the lord of Xintuo City actually defected to the Monsa Cult! People were surprised and chatted about this twenty-seven or eight-year-old young man after a leisurely meal. A noble lady who had met him said that it was hard to imagine such a gentle and elegant man.
men will seek refuge in Monsa.
"It can't be the Lord of Cinto City, right? Didn't he join the Monsa Cult?" The soldier thought of witches and magic and couldn't help but shudder.
"You kid, don't talk nonsense. This is something strange. Forget it, I'll go down and take a look. You guard the dungeon door."
The bell ringer was also a little scared, but he pressed the soldier, picked up the old ore lamp that had been with him for many years, and opened the door of the stone house.
The cold wind was biting and heavy snow drifted into the narrow stone house. The soldier suddenly panicked. He had a premonition that he needed to say goodbye to the old man. If he said goodbye, he would meet again, right?
"Hey, old man, let me warm up the wine for you. Come back soon." The soldier looked at the retreating figure of the old man who rang the bell, and suddenly stood up and shouted.
He was about to say "goodbye", but when he saw the old man waving his hands in the heavy snow to indicate that he heard him, he gave up.
"Damn, it's really cold." The old man shrugged his shoulders in distress. He carefully carried the ore lamp and walked into the damp and smelly dungeon.
Walking down the stairs like a whirlpool, there were very few prisoners in the sparse cells, but they were particularly quiet this night, as they should have been snoring loudly.
It was probably too cold. The bell ringer was thinking that he should apply to the Marquis of Luo Lei to provide some warm clothes to the prisoners in the dungeon, but he would probably be rejected, right?
Forget it, don't think too much, that kid is still waiting for me to go back and drink! Check and go back if everything is fine.
The bell ringer thought as he slowly walked into the last floor. The last environment was filled with the stench of decay, candlelight hung on the stone walls, and an unknown liquid flowed on the uneven stone road.