Having visited the Iron Ring Castle many times before, Rhodes knew the inside of the Iron Ring Castle very well. He hurried to the basement with a familiar route. According to Diego, the portal was hidden in the deepest part of the castle. It just passed through the Lord
After entering the hall, Rhodes didn't know what to do next. Coincidentally, at this moment, Diego jumped out from the corner, with blood on his hands, which was the blood of Slaanesh followers.
"quick!"
The witch hunter shouted, and Rhodes followed him without thinking. The moment he opened the dungeon door, Rhodes couldn't believe his eyes.
Everything here can no longer be described as bloody. All kinds of weird handicrafts are placed on the ground or hung on the walls. There are armors made of bones, masks made of human skin, and necklaces made of teeth.
The most outrageous thing is a human harp held in the hands of a Slaanesh disciple! It is made of human flesh, various internal organs and bones. The entire dungeon hall exudes an unbearable stench.
The moment Rhodes led his troops to break open the dungeon door, there were not many Chaos believers left inside. All the soldiers rushed out to support the Kurgan people in the battle. The remaining ones were some witches and priests, trying hard to maintain the stability of the portal.
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In the middle of the dungeon is a dark altar. Countless grooved circuits are formed around it as if it were artificially carved, and red blood flows inside. You don't need to guess to know that it is the blood of the sacrificed person. It can summon demons or chaos legions.
There is always a need for sacrifices.
And that portal is located just above the dark altar. It is so obvious, like a suspended black hole, dark and deep, as if all the surrounding light has been absorbed into it, and there is no sign of activity inside. If
It is a pool of stagnant water. Throwing a stone in it can make ripples. However, the portal is so deep and dark that anything thrown in will probably disappear without a trace.
But Rhodes didn't care about what was inside. He didn't understand magic. As a warrior and a pure man, he didn't care what spells these Chaos believers used. He only cared about whether the portal could be destroyed.
.Although there was a voice deep in his heart that kept telling him to go in and see, go in and see what's inside... But Rhodes held back and was not controlled by this voice.
"Kill them all!"
He roared loudly, and the Norscan raiders and Kislev soldiers behind him immediately rushed in and started a crazy massacre of the Slaanesh believers inside.
This is what Diego wants to see. As a witch hunter, there is no time when revenge is more satisfying than at this moment. He pulled out his long sword, holding a pistol in one hand, and slaughtered the believers.
In the smoke, the bewitching followers of Slaanesh were killed one by one. As the priests and banshees fell, the stability of the portal was greatly damaged. It began to collapse, like a stretched net because
If the tension is not enough, it gradually shrinks and appears to be riddled with holes.
The surrounding blood began to boil, forming a dark red curtain of blood. As the last Slaanesh believer was killed, the blood at the foot of the altar boiled away, leaving only the dried blood and the mashed viscous residue in the groove.
Offal...
"Where's Alves?"
After the massacre, Rhodes finally remembered that the people this attack was meant to rescue had not yet been rescued.
"follow me."
The witch hunter put away his pistol and hurriedly walked. Rhodes left some people behind, preparing to burn the place and use the witch hunter's method - using fire to purify evil.
Others followed Rhodes to go deeper underground, where death row prisoners were held - the second underground prison.
The door was locked, and the witch hunter smashed the lock with a pistol, and then kicked open the iron door. The damp underground second floor was full of water, mosquitoes bred, and a stench came from the depths of the dungeon.
Rhodes was so distraught that he couldn't imagine how Alves had spent these days in such a dark and harsh environment. He even worried about whether he was still alive. For dozens of days, he had lived on scraps of food and dirty water.
Even strong people can hardly support it.
There are only three cells in the second-floor dungeon. No one is detained in the other two cells, or in other words, no one has been detained, but the people have long since died and turned into a pile of white bones.
"Alves!"
Rushing towards the innermost cell, Rhodes shouted the name of his old friend loudly.
However, there was no response, and there was no sound in the dark room. It was not until Rhodes rushed out of the cage that he saw a man lying on the cold stone floor. His hair was disheveled, and he was wearing a thin sleeveless linen coat.
Pants and shoes, lying on the ground dying.
With the sound of the revolver, the iron lock was broken, Rhodes kicked in the door, and when he turned the little dwarf over, his face was pale and he could hardly move. He had not had a haircut or shave for two months, and his beard had grown all over him.
There were traces of rat bites on his lower jaw and cheeks, and many places on his body. A strong fishy smell was constantly emanating from Alves.
"Rhode..."
The little dwarf said in a weak voice.
At this moment, Rhodes was just glad that he arrived in time, otherwise, if this state continued for a few more days, Alves might not be able to hold on.
"Pick him up and let's get out of here!"
Rhodes ordered.
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When I walked out of the castle, the battle outside was almost in progress. Almost all the Kurgans had been killed, and the originally riddled town was once again devastated. The flints thrown by the slings
The last few intact buildings were destroyed. There was smoke and corpses everywhere.
Judging from what the soldiers reported, Dean's body was not found among the hundreds of corpses.
Only then did Rhodes recall the altar he saw in the dungeon, the blood... maybe the young lord of the Iron Ring Castle who burned himself with fire might be used as a sacrifice by the Chaos believers around him.
"it's over……"
Caroline walked over, stood next to Rhodes from behind, and whispered softly. Like Rhodes, her face was gray and her body was stained with the blood of the enemy.
"What a surprise. Two years ago, when we came here, Iron Ring Castle was still a peaceful and prosperous scene. Just two years later, it has become what it is now..."
Looking at the ruins of the Iron Ring Castle that was burned to the ground, Rhodes felt deeply.
The breeze ruffled his hair, like an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
"Things in the world are unpredictable. Even a big city like Erlengrad was massacred. What else can't happen... We were just born in the most turbulent era..."
Caroline narrowed her eyes and whispered back.
In the distance, the troops were cleaning the battlefield, and the wounded were being carried onto carriages. On the horizon, the setting sun was like blood...