Chapter 1178 1164. Prisoner in the Crypt

  The depths of the cave were pitch black, and the muddy water dripping from the crevices of the rocks smelled of moss.

  A huge head raised its head, he opened his mouth and stretched out his light purple tongue like a mattress, letting the muddy water from the top of the cave fall into his mouth drop by drop, moistening his throat.

  He was lying in the middle of the cave, with huge chains tied to his hands, feet, neck and tail. The black chains were rusty and covered with black runes.

  These six chains extended to the steles on the edge of the cave. These six steles are in the shape of a hexagram, and the runes on them faintly reveal a magical atmosphere.

He has tried countless times, and every time he pulls the chain hard, a flame that seems to ignite the soul will be transmitted from the chain. The burning of his body has already made him feel unbearable pain, but the burning of the soul makes him want to An immediate urge to die.

  But being locked here by the devil, even if you want to die, it's actually not that easy.

  The huge shackles had rubbed a deep groove on his wrist and ankle, the inside was **** and bloody, and some pus and blood came out from time to time.

  The six chains are so long that he can climb out of this cave.

   But he is not a fool, the outside is so dangerous, naturally he will not easily get out of this shelter.

He is very hungry now, there are many black beetles crawling on a huge pile of feces in the crypt, he is looking at the pile of feces intently, although those beetles are not enough for him to fit between his teeth, but they are One of the few food sources in caves.

   Occasionally he is so hungry that he even eats the dirt in the cave.

  The mud can bring him a strong sense of satiety, and the smelly moss on the wall is another source of food for him.

  Life here is not so sad. Watching this dung pile every day, hoping that enough black beetles can hatch in it, there is still a little hope in life.

  He looked at the bony body, the thick skin was piled up and full of folds, he hadn't had a good meal for a long time.

  He closed his mouth helplessly, not wanting to move at all, so that at least he could save a little energy.

  In fact, he didn’t always hide here to eat bugs before. When he was first imprisoned here, the valley was full of **** mantises.

  Those praying mantises are really fat, but before stuffing them into their mouths, be careful of the tentacles in front of them, otherwise they will stab their mouths.

  It's a pity that this kind of good life didn't last long. Now he seems to have eaten up all the **** mantises nearby, and mantises from other places dare not come here. He somewhat misses the days when he could eat **** mantises.

   Probably because the smell of excrement has been smelling for too long, and occasionally a little wind blowing in from the hole seems so sweet.

He shrugged his sunken nose, and the gray eyes that had not been opened for a long time opened a slit. He smelled something different. The smell of human flesh came from the entrance of the cave. The last time he smelled this smell was probably half a year ago. , Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

  He tugged at the chains around him to make sure that he would not be entangled by these messy chains when he moved later.

  The sound gathering effect of the cave is so strong that he can even hear the clear footsteps.

  For a crypt lord, his eyes can hardly see, and the function is probably just to make him appear to have a noble organ compared to ordinary crypt people.

   But his sense of smell and hearing are ten times better than those of a hellhound. He can hear sounds from several kilometers away, and he can distinguish the gap and its subtle taste.

  His heartbeat accelerated somewhat uncontrollably. In order to wait for this meal, he squatted in this cold, damp and foul-smelling cave for half a year.

  When he was excited, his whole body couldn't help shaking violently.

  Of course, he also knew in his heart that the humans who could come here were some powerful warriors. Even if it was such a powerful crypt lord, he had to be more careful when dealing with them, otherwise they would escape.

  For him, he might have to wait a year to taste the human head next time.

   But next time, it is also possible that a group of dwarves will come.

A trace of longing appeared on the face of the crypt lord. It was really too long to stay in this day and night cave. It was so long that he even forgot the time. He was looking forward to having visitors to deliver food. He was probably one of the few one of the joys.

  Looking at this aging body, he didn't know how long he could live.

  As a lord of the **** realm, he was chained here like a dog by the devil, and lived a life that was not as good as a pig or a dog.

   This punishment is more cruel than death, so he is not afraid of death at all, and even looks forward to death...

   That clear footsteps...

   They came in...

  The next second, the crypt lord dived into the quagmire in the center of the cave, only a few bubbles emerged from the quagmire.

  …

  Gulitham walked in the front, carrying a bag of insect repellent powder in his hand. This powder made of sulfur powder as the main material was sprinkled on the ground, and the black bugs on the ground immediately began to flee in all directions.

  The cave space is very large, and the old Heyman described it in great detail before, and there is a crypt lord locked inside.

  The biggest reason why this crypt lord can survive until now is that he has been huddled in the cave all day and refuses to come out easily.

  Death Ridge is full of Hell Mantises, and some exploration teams can't go deep into this valley at all.

   It’s okay to say during the day, but at night, these **** mantises are a great threat to the exploration team under the cover of night...

In addition, although Death Ridge is considered a neutral zone, it has always been surrounded by the demon army. There are only a few mountain passes in the Grimm Empire bordering Death Ridge. run out.

  So the several **** lords suppressed in Death Ridge are alive and well.

   There are exploration teams who come here to try to hunt the demon lord every year, but not many can return to the fortress safely.

Most of the expedition teams that were able to retreat unscathed basically started to retreat when they were close to the edge of the Death Ridge. Now they are catching up with the demon army retreating to the south of the Death Ridge. At this time, there is a window of time. Sur Under the recommendation of Old Heyman, Dak entered the area of ​​Death Ridge to hunt down the crypt lord.

The main reason why Old Heyman was able to recommend it was the hides of the Crypt Lord and Cerberus King that Suldak took out. He originally wanted to give these high-level magic skins to Old Heyman in exchange for some unidentified Black magic crystal, ready to buy a second-level magic pattern structure for Andrew and Samira.

  When old Heyman saw the high-grade leather on these **** lords, his eyes straightened.

  After questioning Suldak in detail, he realized that Suldak had the ability to hunt and kill these low-level lords, so he recommended this cave to him.

Suldak followed the two-headed ogre with a shield in his hand. They had all received the blessings of 'Insight', 'Superior Body' and 'Blessed Body' last night. Vision, physique and resilience have all been multiplied.

   On the Goethe shield held by Suldak's right hand, there are three magical effects of 'blessing shield', 'sacred shield' and 'ancient oath'.

  This cave is slightly sloped downward at an angle of 20 degrees. The team walked nearly 50 meters into the cave, and they have completely lost the light transmitted from the entrance of the cave.

  The rocky ground in the cave is mottled, and there are broken stones everywhere, which is very difficult to walk.

  Suldak and the two-headed ogre walked in the front, looking very cautious.

   "Wait, I feel it, it's inside."

  Samila was wearing a black veil over her face. Naturally, she wasn't trying to hide her face at this time, but she was probably suffocated by the stench in the cave.

  Suldak touched the broadsword at his waist, pulled it out decisively, held it in his hand, and said:

"Ready to fight."

   After speaking, he stood in front of Gullitum...

  When he first met Suldak's team, Carrie Decker always thought that the two-headed ogre was a meat shield, and that a powerful body like the ogre had a natural advantage on the battlefield.

   It wasn't until she integrated into this team that she realized that the composition of this team was actually a little different from what she expected. The real tank was actually Suldak.

Seeing him raise the shield in his hand, Carrie Decker couldn't help laughing. She pulled the corner of her mouth and glanced at Samira beside her. This half-elf beauty is still worthy of respect. She Holding a sharp bow in one hand, there was a trace of bloodlust in his eyes.

   That was the killing intent left in his eyes after a long killing.

   Carrie Decker was very curious about how many enemies Samira had killed before... so that the corners of her eyes were red with blood.

Just when Carrie Decker was about to look forward, he suddenly found a woman wearing a black magic robe standing quietly beside Samira. She was wearing a magic robe, but Carrie Decker didn't Find out when she shows up.

  Samira turned her head and glanced at Carrie Decker, but did not introduce each other.

The woman in black magic robes with a mithril mask on her face said in a low voice: "Crypt lords are usually as strong as the fifth-level peak monsters at their worst, but can prisoners on the big battlefield have such abilities? The strength is still unknown."

Her voice was much more melodious than Samira's. Not only did she wear a mithril mask on her face, but she also wore a hood. Carrie Decker could feel the faint aura on her body, but she had no wings behind her. I can only bury my doubts in my heart...

  Suldak waved his hand casually, and continued to walk deep into the cave.

  The bottom floor of the cave is a circular cave with an area of ​​nearly 1,000 square meters. On the edge of the cave's stone wall, you can also see a sealed stele made of spar. Six thick iron cables extend from all directions into a huge mud swamp.

   The team stood in the huge cave and looked at the swamp, and almost everyone had the same thought at the moment: 'This crypt lord is not stupid enough to hide in this swamp...'

  (end of this chapter)