Inside the ancient totem battle castle, there was a chill everywhere, and people who walked back and forth dared not speak their breath, lest they would bring about disasters. In the past few days, even the chief priest has changed two, and the rest of the tribe is even more in danger.
The battle fort was built on the top of the mountain near the cliff, which can be said to occupy a favorable location. Originally, the cliff facing the East China Sea was unguarded, but since Qianye killed the former high priest and jumped into the East China Sea to escape, several turrets were built on this side, and people patrolled day and night for defense.
Deep underground in the battle castle is a deep dungeon. The excavation here is extremely deep, and the depth even exceeds the height of the main castle. Two werewolves dressed as jailers walked down the wet and cold passage. The werewolves were not afraid of the cold, but hated the damp, and they complained quietly about the weather as they walked.
There are only one Force Lamp at intervals in the passage. The dim light can only illuminate a few meters around, and most of the passages are hidden in the darkness.
The eyes of the two werewolves had faint green lights, and only when the night vision ability was turned on could they walk unimpeded in such a passage.
The passage finally came to an end, and the front suddenly opened up, and two tall and heavy black iron gates appeared in front of them. A werewolf stepped forward and patted the door hard. After a while, a small window opened on the door. A werewolf inside looked at them for a while, then sniffed hard, and then closed the small window. After a while, the door slowly opened.
As the door opened, a gust of wind mixed with rotten, damp and cold breath rushed out from the door. Despite having been to the dungeon more than once, the two werewolves shivered and hurriedly covered their noses. For the werewolf's fragile and sensitive sense of smell, this smell is extremely lethal.
As soon as the two werewolves entered, several people rushed up and searched them from beginning to end. One of them said, "Don't be so serious, right? How many times have we been here?"
The werewolf guarding the gate said: "I can't help it. These days are special. Isn't that guy locked up inside? If the inspection is not strict and the higher-ups find out, we will all be finished."
The food box brought by the two werewolves was also carefully checked, and it was returned to them only when the seal on it was intact.
After entering the gate and passing through a passage, a hall appeared in front of him. The raging flames illuminated the hall brightly. Dozens of instruments of torture for different purposes were placed everywhere in the hall. Dried blood stains, several corpses are still hanging on the wall, motionless.
On both sides of the hall, there are rows of cells and a row of separate torture chambers. The scene in the execution room could not be seen from the outside, but the screams from inside could be clearly heard. Even the werewolf, known for his cruel nature, could not help but tremble at this moment.
Two werewolves raced across the hall, turning down the stairs at the end.
Below the criminal hall, there are cells on each floor, some are crowded with prisoners, some are empty, and some people lie motionless inside, and it is not known whether they are dead or alive.
The passageway was filled with the smell of rotting blood, and there was constant wind blowing up from the depths of the ground. The two werewolves circled all the way down, walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally reached the end.
At the end of the passage, the air became refreshing instead, with the smell of sea breeze in the wind. After smelling the rotten smell in the depths of the dungeon for a long time, now I smell the breath of the sea, and I feel like I am in a fairyland, refreshing my heart and spleen.
In the deepest part of the dungeon, it became tall and spacious. Here, the Force Lamp was lit, and the light was soft and stable, while the upper cell was full of burning grease torches. When it burned, there would be thick smoke, which was choking. die.
There are only a few cells in the deepest part, all of which are basically empty, and only the one at the end is still lit. This is also the largest cell in the entire ground floor.
The two werewolves came to the cell door and looked in through the iron gate bars.
This prison cell is neat and clean, and there are two Force lamps on the roof and walls, making the place bright and warm. In the corner of the cell is a toilet, separated from the main room. In addition to the bed, there is actually a table, a chair, and a bookshelf with more than ten books on it.
Near the roof, there is a window open, and the East China Sea is outside the window. The windows are sealed with iron bars, but everyone knows that for the strong, such iron bars are decorations. It is not the iron bars that make the strong men in the prison stay honestly, but the East China Sea outside the window.
The two werewolves had also cleaned this cell before, so they knew that it was less than a hundred meters from the sea. From such a low position, even stronger sea beasts can jump up. As long as they get close to the window, they will instinctively tremble and fear. Not to mention those powerhouses with sharper perception.
However, the tables, chairs and bookshelves were added later, and an extra Force Lamp was added. Such treatment, the two werewolves have worked in the dungeon for more than ten years, but they have never seen it.
A young man was sitting in the cell, holding a book and reading it softly. The book in his hand is beautifully bound, elegant in style, thick and thin, with a dark blue cover, bound by glass and gold thread, under the light, the afterglow is faint, and it is completely different from the ones on the bookshelf. Listening to what the young man read, it seemed to be the history of a certain dynasty, but the two werewolves couldn't understand it anyway.
A werewolf patted the iron gate and said, "Young Master Song, it's time to eat."
He opened the iron door, sent the food box in, and closed the door again. The cell has two doors, only one of which can be opened at a time.
The young man in the prison was Song Zining, and he looked pretty good, but when he stood up, his footsteps were a little sloppy, like ordinary people without original force, when they opened the inner iron door, they also seemed to have some difficulty.
The food box contained four dishes, one soup, and a jug of wine, which was unprecedentedly rich in this dungeon. The two werewolves delivered food more than once, and every time they saw it, they still couldn't help but secretly gasp.
Song Zining used the food, took a pen and paper, wrote a few lines on it, and put it in the food box. As if they had found a treasure, the two werewolves carefully memorized the words on the paper word for word, and then swallowed them into their stomachs.
Song Zining's book is a secret method specially designed for werewolves to practice. The grade of this secret method is only ordinary, such as this kind of dark race secret method, if there are not a thousand, there are eight hundred in the library of the Song clan. But for these low-level werewolves serving in the black prison, they usually rely on instinct to attack, so how can there be any secret method for them to practice? What Song Zining leaked from his fingers was enough to completely transform their entire family.
A werewolf looked around, suddenly lowered his voice, and said, "Our envoy wants to meet you in honor of your name."
Song Zining smiled slightly and said, "See me? Are you here? I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."
The werewolf said: "We crawlers are everywhere. Although it is difficult to see you, it is not impossible."
Song Zining nodded and said, "Anyway, I'll still be here for a few days. Let him come."
The werewolf got the promise, immediately beamed with joy, packed up the food box and left quickly.
Song Zining sat down, raised his right hand lightly, and there was an additional ancient scroll in his hand, and he read it slowly. His book was actually transformed by using the Three Thousand Floating Leaves Art, which is really an ingenious idea.
However, it seemed that he was destined not to be quiet this day, and within a few pages, there was the sound of footsteps in the aisle, and a person came striding forward, and said with a smile, "Seventh brother, are you all right?"
Song Zining felt slightly surprised, looked out the door, saw the person approaching, and said in surprise, "Song Zian? It turned out to be you."
Song Zian smiled brightly, pretending to shake his head, and said, "Zining, it's your fault. I haven't seen you for so long, why don't you even call out your second brother?"
Song Zining said calmly: "I have already left the Song Clan, and I have nothing to do with you. Wouldn't it be self-inflicted humiliation if I want to cling to you now?"
Song Zian's smile froze, and he said angrily: "Song Zining! Now that you are in my hands, how dare you be arrogant? After so many years, because of you, the ancestors have never looked at me again! What do you have? What's so great about you? It's nothing more than bad luck, and it's just a few battles with Zhang Tianwang. As for Ningyuan Heavy Industry, if it weren't for the partiality of your ancestors, you would be able to make it to where you are today?"
Song Zining said calmly, "It's ridiculous."
Song Zian broke out suddenly, grabbed Song Zining by the collar, lifted him up, and shouted: "You dare to say that Ningyuan Heavy Industry was built by you alone? Do you dare to say that the old ancestors did not secretly support you? Do you dare to say that today's event Isn’t everything the result of the eccentricity of the ancestors? It’s only been a few years, a few years?! In the past few years, my Zi’an Heavy Industry has just started, and I can only manufacture three kinds of auxiliary equipment. Your Ningyuan Heavy Industry can also build airships! What? I, Song Zian, are not as good as you?!"
In the end, Song Zian's face was twisted and hideous. Or feeling that the hysterical roar was still not enough to relieve his anger, he pushed hard, smashed Song Zining to the ground, pointed at Song Zining and shouted: "Say it! Say it!"
Song Zining slowly got up, wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly, "I want to say that Ningyuan Heavy Industry was indeed founded by me, and you must not believe it."
Song Zian laughed loudly and said, "Do you think I'm really stupid? Will you believe your nonsense? The partiality of your ancestors towards you, as long as you are not blind, anyone can see it! Otherwise, why are you, why are you? The future military god? We are all brothers of the same clan, how can I, Song Zian, be worse than you?"
Song Zining straightened his messy clothes, calmed down, looked at Song Zian with sympathy, and said, "We are brothers from the same clan, so there is not much difference. It's just that you have enjoyed a comfortable life in the clan since you were young. , Even if you have not let go of your cultivation, you have never sharpened between life and death. When you are rich and well-clothed, Eternal Night, Bloody Battle, Floating Land, and Neutral Land, which places have I not been to? Look at you, Now it's only level eleven, and even the level has been dropped, do you think you can hope to be a god general in this life?"
The more Song Zian listened, the redder his face became, and he yelled, "Shut up! If you say anything else, I'll kill you. Now I can kill you with just one finger!"
Song Zining said calmly: "For the sake of Zeng being a brother, I only tell you so much. In fact, the ancestors did something wrong back then. If you were sent to hell with me, I, the Song Clan, would not How much worse will it be than the Zhao Clan."