Chapter 410 After the Iron Curtain

"Ah, ah-"

The strange cockroaches lasted for five or six seconds, and slowly weakened under the pale face of everyone.

Only the echo is left, floating in the dark and empty hall, looming, chilling.

"what happened?"

Ricky frowned and said: "Return!"

The swords of the disasters turned their heads and nervously searched for the source of the screams.

More than a dozen torches were lifted up and illuminate the surroundings. The pedestrians were like adventurers who pioneered the wasteland, nervously alerting the strange unknowns.

Teres stunned and quit the **** of the senses: except for the dust in the dark, the old stone table, the cell full of bones, he saw nothing.

The command layer is passed from the hall to the stone steps that are strictly guarded.

"No," after a long while, the voice of mercenary Sonny snorted from behind:

"Not our people, the return is normal."

The doubts on Ricky's face are deeper.

On the other hand, the whispered a few words with a subordinate who did not know when it appeared, watching the latter retreat back into the darkness before lifting his head up:

"Not us."

"It's something else."

Ricky turned to Semir and cast a look of inquiries to the former aristocrats.

What did Samir look like, he looked at the iron sign next to the iron curtain with a little surprise, and looked at a ring next to the iron card: "So this is..."

However, it is at this time.

"Oh ah -"

The screams of the crying heart and tears of the ghosts, once again come from the darkness!

The hearts of everyone are tight again!

This time, the horrible "ghost" is accompanied by an unbearable grunt: "唏哩-唏-"

Almost everyone frowns subconsciously, and some even hold their ears.

"Hell!"

Russell distorted his face: "What!"

In the ugly noise, Ricky clenched his hilt and forced his emotions to ask Semir: "Do you think this is related to the Alchemy Tower?"

"Oh ah ah - oh -"

Tyres was biting his teeth, only to feel that his voice made his nerves nervous.

Just like, in the memories of past lives, the nails scraped the sound of the blackboard...

When he thought of it, he suddenly saw it.

Scratch the blackboard?

At this point, Semir, who was thinking hard, suddenly spoke:

"I know what this is!"

Semir turned back and looked happy. The lost people in the desert found the source of water:

"This is, this is the scratch of the nail on the rough metal!"

I saw that Semir touched the iron curtain of the metal layer and excitedly said: "It is from behind!"

Everyone is shocked!

Countless pairs of eyes look at the weird iron curtain.

Tells looked at the iron card next to the Iron Curtain and went into Hell's senses:

[Angelo, male, born in VORA in 622 years. 】

[Into the prison in 653, the crime: murder, robbery, theft, murder of the nobility, illegal gathering. 】

[The finalist: Johnny of the Jade City judge. Brennan

[Prisoner: Joshua Kevindir, Viscount of Arch Sea City. 】

[Prisoner: Garrett Luhmann, Baron of the Blades Camp. 】

Entered the prison in 653...

Tyres slightly frowned.

There is another name on the iron plate:

[Fowler, male, born in 613 in Donglu. 】

[Into the prison in 653, the crime: smuggling, theft, tax evasion. 】

[The finalist: Johnny of the Jade City judge. Brennan

[Prisoner: Joshua Kevindir, Viscount of Arch Sea City. 】

[Prisoner: Garrett Luhmann, Baron of the Blades Camp. 】

Ricky figured out what he was doing. He looked at the Iron Curtain and looked at the iron card next to him. His face was surprised: "So, the prisoner on the sign, the lone thief, he, is he still alive?"

The painful tragic and scratching sounds gradually weakened and turned into low-pitched tones.

"呜呜-"

This time, Thales recognized: it was someone's sob, which changed into a tone after passing through a thick iron plate.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the iron curtain and the things behind it.

"I understand," Semir walked to the center of the Iron Curtain in the eyes of everyone, and looked at the special room covered by the Iron Curtain from the fire:

"This is the organ of the black prison. I don't know if it was originally owned by the alchemy tower, or it was transformed by the later stars."

"The cells we saw earlier are full of bones, but those are all empty cells, and this, with the iron curtain, is the cell of the 'resident'," Semir looked at the wall carefully. The ring, his voice is slightly heavy:

"This ring is the switch that controls this iron curtain."

After the iron curtain, the deformation of the sobs continued to linger.

Listening to Semir’s words, Teres looked at everything in this hall with complex feelings, his eyes sweeping through the thick dust, passing through those thousand years ago, seemingly inconspicuous, but unique. Craft.

"Beleti - the old qualification in the Royal Guards is the chief penalty officer who succeeded Sacir after his promotion. He is responsible for escorting the royal family to the prison of the bones. He told me many years ago, in the black cell. The criminals suffer from both death and survival. I have never understood it until today."

Semir’s hand gently stroked the ring, laying a layer of dust, and the tone was erratic:

"The living prisoners are locked in, the iron curtain rises, and they are isolated from the light and the hall; and the supplies that are dropped from the holes in the ground will only fall behind the iron curtain, and there will be living people. In prison."

He looked incredibly around the other empty cells around him, his eyes sweeping through the dry bones behind the fence.

"One side renders the desperation that is isolated from the world, and the other side gives hope for a living."

"Two kinds of pain."

Semir was dull and his face was very unsightly.

The people were silent.

On the one hand, the former baron Russell looked dignified: "The prisoner behind the iron curtain, why didn't he talk and call for help, just ghosts and scratches?"

The brazed arched the shoulder and did not speak.

The answer to him was Josh, who was rescued by the sword of the disaster.

"Because he can't do it."

Josh shook his head and let Russell take a look.

"Just like practicing a sword, if you don't practice one day, you will be born."

"I said, when you are isolated from the world, you have to stay in a lonely cell with no other people for too long, and it is beyond expectations..." The sword of the disaster that has just been released from the Bone of the Bone A person who has been swept by his eyes feels a cold in his heart:

"Trust me, you are losing more than just time and freedom."

Tyres stared at the cell behind the iron curtain, only that the air here was cold.

"I saw the ghost," Cray stared at the iron curtain with a burning gaze, paying attention to the movement behind it. "The bones of the bones, this place is... Is it going to kill people or live?"

No one answered.

Only the secluded sobbing.

Want someone to die, or do you want to live?

Tyres stared at the heavy iron curtain, and he was very worried.

After a few seconds, the sigh sighed: "Or neither."

Ricky twitched his mouth and interrupted this repressed conversation:

"I think we are on the right track."

He turned around.

"Keep going."

The swords of the disasters have taken action with his body shape.

"We just left, no matter the prisoner behind this?" Russell frowned at the heavy iron curtain.

The solder shook his head and smiled disdainfully:

"Why do you want to manage it?"

With an unspeakable mood, everyone turned around.

Taylors finally glanced at the heavy iron curtain and was in a heavy mood.

The fire was far from the hall in the dark.

Leave behind the iron curtain, and the more sore and sore weeping.

Their journey is still going on, but it is clear that the discovery just made the swords of the early targets of the disasters a lot of excitement.

Soon, they stepped down, the halls that passed through were getting bigger and bigger, and the cells in each hall were more and more, from nine, ten, up to a dozen, twenty...

What makes Tyres uneasy is that there are more than one iron curtain in these cells.

In other words...

"We found the way," I don't know how many layers, Semir frowned at another iron curtain in front of her eyes, looking at the sign above, saying:

"The real black prison is all under ten layers."

Cray nodded, ignoring the crazy slaps behind the scenes.

"It seems that this is true."

Ricky straightened up from the iron medal on the other side of the prisoner profile.

[Tucker Peng, male, born in 630 years in the city of Sodara. 】

[Into the prison in 661, the crime: robbery, gathering rebellion. 】

[The Finalist: The High King Kaiser Comet]

[Prisoner: Honor Baron, Klaus Chatham. 】

[Prisoner: Baron of the Blades Camp, Roman Williams. 】

Tyres looked at these irons in a depressed mood.

In addition to the original lone thief, they are down all the way, along the way, the cells that really hold the living are everywhere.

These cells are all without exception, and they are all shrouded in heavy iron curtains—some callers who have left their pain, and some have rarely recognized one or two human calls for help...

Yes, there is only one silence.

In these prisons, according to the ironplate of unknown language and the words of Semir, there are both the murder of the husband and the daughter-in-law, the pirates who smuggled the merchant ships without permission, the frustrated nobles who arbitrarily uprising, and the overnight Kill the **** Avengers of thirty-four people.

But Ricky did not care about these prisoners, but continued all the way.

The more they are down, the more ridiculous the guilt of recidivism, the more complicated and difficult it is, the more difficult it is to break.

Tyres walked through the layers and walked through one cell after another, one heavy and one heavy iron curtain. In the prisoners, he saw the war in the Scarlet Year, robbed the military capital, rescued the green forest heroes of the people, and saw the war. He killed the incompetent Shangguan, then took the soldiers to kill the enemy, and finally won the general.

There are even generous and kind, high-quality, unhelpful help to the suffering, the prestigious big nobility.

"Why shut him up?"

Northland swordsman Cray stood in the cell of the nobleman and his subordinates, frowning at the iron curtain and the iron medal: "As you said, generosity, kindness, and prestige - is this wrong?"

"Of course it's wrong," Russell stood aside, coldly:

"Because his ancestors were separated by a prince and became a close relative of the royal family."

"In the eyes of the contemporary king, this is called 'ambitious, not conspiring.'"

"Did I tell you that from the Queen Mother of Spurs to Sumei I, from Elijah to Red King, the most indispensable in the history of the stars is the **** power struggle?"

In the heart of Tyres, Yu Guangyi moved to the fast line on the other side.

Aside from the side of Semir, he snorted and continued to move forward.

Along the way, they passed through countless prisons behind the Iron Curtain, and met with a large number of corrupt criminals who had made great contributions and great achievements to the kingdom; they promoted the gods' unity and the temple sacrifices of the world's destiny; insisted on going back to the Red King era, A historian who turned over the old case.

"There is this person, I remember him, this is a scholar who was thrown in by writing a few books," the solderer looked at a cell and smiled:

"It seems to be locked up with an aristocrat who provokes a private war. It seems to have been closed for thirty years..."

When I heard this, Tyres couldn’t help but say:

"Scholar? Why?"

Semir came from behind and said coldly: "Because he wrote a book."

“It is said that the civil rights are higher than the royal power, and the civilian teaching is higher than the gods.”

Taylors gave a brief glimpse and suddenly disappeared.

"Your grandfather did not take his life, just throw him into it, it is very kind, Prince."

Semir’s eyes made Teres quite uneasy.

"These people, each person's story is incomparably complex, mysterious, and legendary, enough to allow the traveller to write for three days and three nights without sullen ecstasy," Semir looked differently at the iron in front of him. In the curtain cell, there are words in the words:

"Many times, the kingdom cannot judge their lives and deaths solely on the basis of existing laws and guilt."

Tyres silently frowned: "So, you mean, the bones are..."

But Semir only interrupted him and silently said:

"Now, they are closed behind these iron curtains, waiting for time to kill themselves."

Semir still stares at Tyres, his eyes are sharp and full of untold emotions.

Let the sly Taylors have to look around.

"I was thinking, if you put out more or less of these embarrassing crimes, you can master the Star Kingdom in your hands..." Russell glared at his chin and thought about it.

"That's not our goal," Ricky interrupted him coldly:

"As our guest, you don't have to do anything."

Russell was dissatisfied with his voice.

In the dark, the solder coughed and caught everyone's attention.

"I don't know if you noticed it," the brazed blinked:

"The top layers, the empty cells are dry bones."

"And now," he turned and looked at the scenes behind several empty cells:

"In the empty cell in front of us, there are dead bodies and some have a slight smell."

Ricky looked a move.

"what do you mean……"

"Either these are prisoners who have been dead for a few years," said the brazier:

"Either we are already in the deep underground, here, even the corruption of the body is much slower."

Extremely deep underground.

The mood of Tyres sinks to the bottom.

The brazier slowly expressed his intention: "Respected Krassu, if you continue to search so aimlessly, are you sure that we can return to the ground safely for a limited time?"

Ricky did not move and raised the torch:

"How long have we been?"

Kremer replied silently: "More than half an hour, and a full 18 floors."

Ricky silently, looking at Semir.

Semir shook his head and the determination remained the same: "It should be fast."

"We must find him to have an answer."

Ricky was silent for a while, then nodded.

Then everyone turned around again and looked for an unknown target.

The solder smiled helplessly and found that his reminder did not work.

"It's too big, they can't find it." Russell snorted and went forward.

"Yes, it's too big, but what surprised me the most is that although the air is dull, the smell is a bit ugly," said the solderer to Russell next to him:

"But I don't feel it is difficult to breathe."

"Look at this building, imprison the Institute, right?"

The brazer looked around and lamented Russell, who was becoming impatient. "The people at that time, the so-called Masters, they must be very powerful."

Taylor's heart moved.

He saw that Ricky, who was walking in front, was discussing something with Semir.

"Yeah," Tyres sighed with sincerity as he walked to the side of the torch.

"I think so too, such a large building is deeply buried in the ground, whether it is preservation, pattern, ventilation, it is done meticulously."

The brazier accidentally glanced at Taylor.

This is the first time that His Royal Highness has spoken to him.

Tyres smiled: "My father told me about the bones of the bones. According to him, the wizards are truly magical and can surprise you all the time."

Surprise.

Sure enough, the next second, Taylor saw that the face of the solder had changed.

Their search did not last long.

Soon, on the next level, they came to an unprecedented hall.

The same dust everywhere, the same ruins, the same thick stone pillars, and Tyres looked around, but saw nearly thirty cells.

Five of them were wrapped in thick iron curtains, no fences, and no prisoners.

The Semir station is set in front of one of the cells and raises the torch.

That second, Tyles clearly heard that the sigh of the sir was trembled in the darkness of silence.

The torch in his hand flashed.

"Yes," he only heard the voice of Semir shivering:

"This is... our goal."

The people who were already mentally tired suddenly became a spur, and Ricky stepped forward and looked at the iron medals seriously.

Taylors went into **** and tried to see the iron plate.

[Little Quill Barney, male, born in Yongxing City in 631. 】

[Into the prison in 661, the charge: to the enemy. 】

[The Finalist: The High King Kaiser Comet]

[Prisoner: The Emperor of the Wilderness, the Duke of the Western Wilderness, Cyril Falkenhaus]

[Prisoner: The owner of Huigang City, Bob Cullen, the Duke of the East China Sea]

[Prisoner: Lord of the Emerald City, the guardian of the South Bank, Leinster Kevindir]

[Prisoner: Lord of the Fort, the guardian of the North, Val Allend]

[Prisoner: Lord of the Spirits, Lord of the Seals, Lewis Bozdorf]

[Prisoner: Intelligence Director, Honorary Lord Morat Hansen]

[Prisoner: Honor Lord Arak Mu. 】

[Prisoner: Lord of Honor, Roman Williams]

[Prisoner: Sonia Susere. 】

Little Quill Barney.

Who is this?

Seeing this iron card, seeing the time of admission to the prison, and seeing the names of the unusual finalists and detainees above, the doubts of Taylors became more and more serious.

So many or prominent, or an extraordinary prisoner...

and also.

His crime is...

Passing the enemy?

"Wow," the sound of the solder rang, and seemed to understand: "This is, the little Bani..."

Semir took a deep breath and he knocked on one of the iron curtains and tried to pull the ring next to the cell, only to find it.

He was slightly disappointed and turned back before the last iron medal:

“Is there a way to open the iron curtain?”

"Five cells...all!"

Ricky laughed.

He re-examined the long "key" and walked to the stone pillar in the middle of the hall.

The dust is blown away, and the emblem of the Alchemy Tower is exposed in the fire.

Ricky put the key into the center hole as before, waiting for it to bulge and nodded to Semir.

Semir took a deep breath and gestured to others.

Five people walked in front of the five cells and pressed their hands on the dusty rings.

"Kara."

Five ugly sounds sounded.

Next second.

Rumble...

As the friction sounded, the torches in the hall swayed in a row!

I saw the junction of the five-sided iron curtain and the ceiling, and suddenly fell a lot of dust.

Rumble...

The friction sound came.

Soon, Taylors noticed a gap between the iron curtain and the ceiling, and a metal fence appeared in the gap.

It also revealed the darkness behind it.

decline.

Taylor's heart: The iron curtain is falling.

He couldn't help but squeeze his fist.

Rumble...

Gradually, the iron curtain fell more and more, making an unpleasant friction sound.

The fire shines on the metal railing that emerges after the iron curtain falls.

Compared to empty cells, these fences are clearly protected from dust and reflect a smooth metallic luster.

Rumble...

But the fire only illuminated a small part of the cell, and the railing was still dark.

An unpleasant smell came from behind the iron curtain.

But the people did not care, they concentrated on the gods, concentrating and not looking forward to the five iron curtains.

Rumble...

Finally, the iron curtain is getting lower and lower, and finally it falls into the ground completely, and it is not visible.

Boom.

With a muffled sound, Tells knew that the iron curtain was completely open.

Showing a darkness.

The monthly ticket has risen a bit, ah, three hundred a night, it seems that it will soon be five hundred, and some are nervous.

Wouldn't it really be a double?

(End of this chapter)