In a cave near the headquarters of the relief society, four heavily armed men walked deep and shallow on the wet ground to the depths of the cave.

The headed man, with silver threads interspersed in his black hair, pulled back into a pigtail, and his face was covered with criss-cross scars because of battles in the past. Holding a simple map, he repeatedly compared the topography of the cave, choosing the direction to move forward in the underground world like a maze.

Beside him was a tall and strong North Island warrior, covered with strange bones. He said to the man holding the map: "Master Jerome, can we really trust this map?"

The man called Jerome looked back at the speaker and remained silent.

The North Island warrior scratched his head and said in confusion, "I mean, this guy who didn't even know his name told us that the president of the relief society was going to betray the "Elders" and said that the other party planned to kill The successor’s technology was handed over to the church, and finally the child’s doodle-like map was given back. Can we trust him? Or is it just a joke?"

"It's not like a joke, it's more like a trap." A man in a large robe behind the soldier, with tattoos of various colors on his skin, said in a low voice.

The last of the four was a dwarf. He was less than 1.2 meters tall. He walked and played with the stones in his hands. He shook his head and said, "Is it a joke or a trap? It doesn't matter at all. I received it from us. At the beginning of the letter, there was no choice. The other party expected us to enter the relief club to check the truth of the news. Am I right? 31?55?"

The soldier glanced at the dwarf and muttered: "Then why should we choose to sneak into the relief club? Just report the name of the "Dispute Legion" and let them let us in?"

With an idiotic look, the dwarf squinted at the North Islander: "If the news of the Relief Society's president's rebellion is true, then we walk in swaggeringly, don't we throw ourselves into the snare?!"

The tattooed man stopped the quarrel between the two and asked them to keep up with Jerome and find out the truth as soon as possible.

The deeper you go along the cave, the stronger the disgusting smell in the air. The Beidao warrior frowned, and said with an ugly expression: "Gods are up! I have a bad feeling..."

In the end, a group of four people walked to a huge pit. Standing on the edge of the pit, the dwarf looked down, then his face was pale, and he retreated sharply.

With the faint light of the torch, the four of them finally saw the things in the pit—the pit was full of black and smelly blood, and there were some human remains floating in the middle...

The warrior's eyes twitched, staring at Jerome nervously, and asked anxiously: "On the map, should we...?"

The latter pointed to an entrance similar to a sewage pipe above the blood pool and said, "Climb in from there."

"Damn! I won't get in there if I die!" The dwarf grabbed his robe and repeated his protest loudly.

Jerome tilted his head toward 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 stinking all over their bodies crawled out of the upper end of the sewage pipe after confirming the safety of the surrounding area.

As soon as the dwarf climbed out of the pipe, he knelt on his knees, supported the ground with his palms, vomited undigested food in his stomach, and said, "If I...find the **** who drew the map, he vomited. , I swear! I will break his neck with my hands!"

Looking at this slaughterhouse-like room, the tattooed man kicked the skull away from the ground with the back of his foot, smelled the smell on his body, and said to Jerome: "I have to think of a way to wash off the stains on his body. , Otherwise just these smells on the body are enough to make our infiltration completely fail."

Jerome took out the map, looked at the location and heading carefully, and pointed to a door at the end of the slaughterhouse: "Go there."

The four gathered everything, followed the map's guidance, walked through a long corridor, and came to an underground natural spring. The clear spring water flows into the narrow hole along the cracks in the ground. On the bluestone next to the hole, four sets of robes of the members of the relief society are neatly arranged.

Jerome picked up his robes with a scabbard and looked carefully, and was surprised to find that whether it was a tall North Island warrior or a short dwarf, these clothes actually fit the four of them perfectly.

The tattooed man approached 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, his brows were twisted together.

The North Island soldier picked up the spring water, first smelled it, then tasted it with his tongue, and finally took off all his clothes and rinsed it happily. The dwarf watched all this quietly, sitting on the ground and waiting slowly. After confirming that the spring water was normal, he joined the ranks of flushing.

Jerome checked the robes repeatedly, but couldn't see anything special. He was puzzled, and finally gave the order to change the clothes.

The four people who changed into the relief society clothes bypassed the guard posts and deceived the guards according to the patrol route and the password given on the map along the way, and finally came to 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 and looked in disbelief: "I have heard other people mention the "Heir to the Necro", but I always thought it was just a rumor."

The tattooed man observed the experimental body in the cage and said to Jerome: "The three elders once jointly asked about the progress of the experiment of the "Heir of the Necromancer", but the answer given by the Relief Society was difficult and slow. From this point of view, Theodore may indeed have betrayed the "Presbyterian Church"."

The North Island soldier thought for a while, and suddenly said something irrelevant: "If I remember correctly, Theodore seemed to be Master Jerome's teacher when he was in the Legion of Discord?"

Hearing this, the dwarf rolled his eyes, pressed his elbow to the knee of the strong man, and whispered: "Shut up. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Jerome looked into the depths of the aisle with a trace of confusion in his eyes. After a while, he clenched the dagger around his waist and walked firmly to 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 gaze from the book on the table to the front. Doorway.

"Jerome?" Theodore stood up from his chair with a look of surprise.

The scarred man walked towards the old man in front of him and gave a standard Tyro disciple salute.

The old man smiled and nodded, pointing his finger to the chair in the room, just about to say something, the other person's next sentence made his smile freeze on his face.

"I, Jerome Nichols, as the ninth pick of the "Legion of Discord", representing the will of the different races, here to question. Now you, are you still loyal to the oath of membership?!"

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