Sheier had put the tableware and chopsticks in her hand aside, and the message sent by Ravel made her have no appetite to touch the lamb in the hot pot again.
When Scheyer learned that some of the missing senior leaders of the eight families were imprisoned in the dungeon, the temperature in the corridor obviously dropped a lot.
Frost gradually condensed on the glass, and Sheier was in a very bad mood now.
"Lord Odus is also there, Your Majesty... Is the thing that the helper you asked put in the text really useful?"
In the text message, the Frostwolf family reported several names in turn, and Sheil remembered all of them.
Because the judges who disguised these people have now become the souls of Sheier's sword, but the judges did not kill the deity, but imprisoned them in a dungeon somewhere.
This news is good or bad for Sheil...
The interior of the Frost Country has gradually stabilized under Sheier's rectification, and the eight major families have also had new patriarchs succeeding the throne. These patriarchs who should have died are redundant existences.
"Those people are still imprisoned in the dungeon? Can you confirm?"
Sheier stared at a message on the magic net. Joshua uploaded a copy of "The First Episode of Tom and Jerry" in the group half a minute ago. This video is not big, but Ravel's reception progress is very slow.
Judging from the current progress, it will take more than three minutes to download completely, so Sheier asked him to investigate the situation in the dungeon first.
"There are also some of our nationals, and some of them look like soldiers of the Holy Land and the Iron Land."
The text message sent by Ravel made the Messiah next to him unable to sit still.
Sheere disclosed the record of his group chat to everyone sitting there.
Messiah has many acquaintances in the Crusaders... Most of them have been on the battlefield in the Frost Plains, so it is very likely that there are members of the Crusaders in the dungeon.
"More than our soldiers?"
"And elves! It seems to be... frost elves."
When this piece of news appeared on the group chat, Sheier raised his head and looked at Tailin, who was sitting quietly beside him.
"My clan... is anyone still alive?"
Taelin stood up directly and ran behind Sheier, her eyes fixed on the interface of the magic net.
"Kings of men, please let me inquire about their situation."
Taelin's voice sounded very uneasy, mixed with surprise and worry.
"Taelyn, I know you're in a hurry..."
At this time, the dark elf walked to Tailin's side and put his hand on her shoulder, trying to appease Tailin's emotions.
But when the dark elf saw a new message popped up on the text message, the dark elf's powerful self-control was also close to collapse.
"I saw a purple-skinned elf in the corner, not quite like a frost elf."
"Purple skin? Impossible..."
The dark elf widened her eyes. In her memory, her own tribe had already died out a hundred years ago.
"The king of men!"
Sheier did not wait for the urging of the two elves, and directly edited a message "Are there other non-human beings?" and sent it out.
But Ravel didn't reply in seconds like the previous words.
"Answer me immediately!"
Sheyer edited another text to ask him about it.
"Ravel now... may not be able to reply."
The news of Joshua popped up at this time.
"no way?"
Sheier was stunned for a moment, and in the next second Ravel sent a new message, which consisted of a series of irregular English characters.
This message is not a password or a secret code, it is just a message that was typed by simply rolling around on the keyboard.
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"It was a horror game before, but now it's an action game... No, you shouldn't complain when it's serious."
Qiao Xiu looked at the picture in front of him in the spiritual space.
Ravel saw five or six elves in the depths of the dungeon, and when he gradually entered it, he met a dark elf... But the dark elf's hands were bound by chains.
When he didn't stop his steps, he tentatively moved forward to confirm whether the dark elf was still alive... The dark elf suddenly opened his eyes, and then rushed towards Ravel at a very fast speed.
The next second, what Qiao Xiu saw was all kinds of violent shaking in the picture in front of him.
Ravel slammed his cheek to the ground first, and the dark elf grabbed Ravel's hair and slammed his cheek against the ground a few times.
Coincidentally, the virtual keyboard is also facing Ravel's direction. After Ravel came to a real face-scrolling keyboard, he finally found the opportunity to resist and turned around to block the chain that the dark elf wanted to restrain his throat.
"Inquisitor... each of you should be skinned and boned by thorns!"
The dark elf seemed to have her own consciousness, and the angry and twisted expression on her face made it clear that she was going to take Ravel's life.
"I'm not a judge." Ravel lowered his voice and explained to the other party, he didn't want to alarm the real judge, "I'm here to save you!"
"I'm going to tear your face off."
Her eyes were already filled with madness, and she couldn't listen to a human being's dissuasion.
"We need a negotiator who specializes in dark elf negotiation."
When Qiao Xiu saw this scene, he ignored the chat on the text message and directly applied for a voice communication in the group chat.
The application for this newsletter does not require Ravel's consent...
Joshua had also considered that the voice communication would allow the judge to hear it, but think carefully about who would care about the surrounding voices when "The Holy Spirit" was dark.
According to the average time of a game of Holy Spirit is 20 minutes, Ravel still has at least about 10 minutes.
"Is Qianmian still outside?"
Qiao Xiu pulled the text message group chat window in front of him, and Shiratori directly manifested a strong voice stone to be Qiao Xiu's microphone.
"I'm still here, what happened to the dungeon that humans explored in the Land of Frost?"
Qianmen seems to have learned about the situation in the dungeon.
"Forget it! Do you speak your dialect?"
Joshua looked at the screen again, Ravel's hands holding the chain were already overflowing with blood, and he couldn't hold it anymore!
"Dialect? What kind of strange language is this?"
Qianmian did not understand the meaning of the new word Joshua.
"It's the dark elf language! In the native language, if you have any unique language between the dark elves, just shout a few words into the voice communication." Qiao Xiu said directly and loudly.
Qianmian was silent for a while listening to this strange request, and relying on her own reasoning ability, she quickly understood the purpose of Joshua making her do this.
A peculiar and ancient language appeared in the voice communication. This language was like some kind of spell, and the dark elf in the picture who was going crazy and wanted to kill Ravel gradually stopped his movements.