A basin of ice-cold water was poured on Regnar's face. Regnar shuddered because of the sudden temperature difference. He slowly opened his eyes and understood his current situation.
"Hey, it's Dark Elegy after all. This high-level warrior's physique is different from ours!" A jailer grinned and said to his companions: "Look, after so many beatings, it seems like nothing happened. "
"No matter how powerful he is, doesn't he fall into the hands of our Lord Saron?" His companion curled his lips. He looked at Regnar with interest, and then spat in Regnar's face. : "Bah! What a dark elegy, he's just a wild boy who doesn't even have hair! Now, doesn't it still depend on the color of our two brothers?"
Regnar listened hazily to the conversation between the two people, and then slowly opened his eyes. The rope that bound him was naturally specially made. Being bound by this enchanted rope not only required no effort at all, but even the fighting energy veins were sealed. The current Regnar was actually an ordinary boy of eighteen or nineteen. Of course, compared to them, Regnar is at least more durable...
Regnar raised his head with difficulty, and then smiled at the two jailers: "It's not up to you two bastards to judge what kind of person I am!"
"Snapped!"
The jailer whipped a wet whip into Regnar's face, and Regnar was caught off guard and couldn't help but gasp. But this pain was nothing compared to Saron's fist.
"Since you're scratching the itch, give me some strength. You idiots, can't you even use the strength to scratch the itch?" Regnar's facial muscles trembled slightly due to pain, but he still mocked the two guys. .
"bass!"
The jailer pulled out his dagger. He patted Regnar's face with the dagger and said, "Try to be harsher again? Do you believe that I will cut off your nose?"
"Huh huh... huh huh huh... Hahahahahaha!!!" Regnar couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing?!" The jailer couldn't help but slap Regna.
"Bah!" Regnar spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and then said with a smile: "The woman I like has been disfigured. Did you disfigure my face too? Just right! You can see her and me when the time comes. If I don’t run out, I’ll scare you to death! You’ll be so scared that your mother won’t even recognize you! Hahahahahaha!”
"Fuck!" The jailer couldn't help but whipped Regnar again, and then said: "Only an idiot like you would like that kind of ugly monster! You also want a disfigured woman? You feed that kind of woman to dogs Even dogs find it disgusting!”
"Tell me one more thing?" Regnar's eyes suddenly burst into a heart-stopping light.
"What's wrong? I said she was ugly. Did I offend you?" Although the jailer was startled by Regner's gaze, seeing that he was tied to the cross and unable to move at all, he gradually gathered up his courage. . He tapped Regnar's face with his dagger, and then said provocatively: "Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly! I just said she is ugly, what else can you do to me? That kind of cheapie doesn't deserve to live!"
"I'm a fool! Try telling me something again! Do you believe me..." Regnar struggled on the cross like crazy. He twisted his body desperately to get his teeth closer to the jailer. Some, and then tried to use two rows of white teeth to cause some damage to that shiny face.
But this was obviously in vain. No matter how hard Regnar struggled, he could not escape the shackles of the magic equipment. His frantic writhing only made the jailer laughable.
"Hahahahahaha!" The jailer laughed exaggeratedly, then swung his dagger and slashed Regnar's face directly. He originally wanted to cut off Regnar's nose directly, but Regnar's reaction was extremely quick. He shrank his neck like lightning, which allowed Regnar to save his nose. But the jailer's dagger still drew a clear red blood mark on Regnar's face. It seems that if the priest does not handle it properly, Regnar's face will probably always bear this hideous and ugly mark...
"You still dare to hide?!" The jailer slapped him again. He originally wanted to slap Regnar again on the face. But at this moment, Saron pushed open the cell and walked in.
"Lord Saron..." The jailer saluted quickly when he saw the red flame magician.
Saron looked up at Regnar, who was struggling with an angry look on his face, and then nodded with satisfaction: "You two did a good job, but now, you can go out."
"As you wish." The jailer saluted Salon flatteringly, and then left quickly.
After the jailer left, Saron looked at Regnar with interest, who was still struggling in vain, and then suddenly laughed.
"Hahahahahahaha!!!" Saron looked at Regnar while laughing, and then said, "It's really interesting."
"What did you say?" The muscles on Regnar's face twitched. Because of the disfigurement, a few drops of blood were flowing down his cheeks, making his face itchy.
"I said..." Saron looked at Regnar and then said: "As the director of the Military Intelligence Department, you have the power to influence an empire or even a continent. But an ugly half-elf has the power to influence you. In other words, controlling a powerless half-elf is equivalent to controlling you, and controlling you is equivalent to controlling the entire intelligence system of the Hawke Empire. Thinking further, it can even be said to control the entire intelligence system. World, hahahaha! The laws of the world are really interesting!"
"More interesting things will happen!" Regnar licked his dry lips and said, "Do you believe that if you give me another chance, you will be the one who dies?"
"Whatever you say!" The arrogant Saron shrugged unexpectedly at this time, and then he continued: "Anyway, you are in my hands now, and it's all a matter of my words to kill or cut into pieces, so , you won’t have another chance at all!”
"Is the famous Red Flame Magician still afraid that the enemy will become stronger?" Regnar continued to stimulate Saron.
"You can think so." Saron said surprisingly: "You are going to die anyway, and your words will not be spread."
"You!!!" Regnar never imagined that the arrogant Saron could have such a shameless side.
"Do you know why I don't kill you?" Saron patted Regnar's cheek and asked.
"How do I know?" Regnar said coldly.
"Because..." Saron viciously tore the wound on Regnar's face with his hands, and then said, "I want you to experience the humiliation I felt before you die."
"The humiliation you felt at that time..." Regnar groaned in pain several times because of the wounds on his face.
"That's right! That's right!!!" Saron's eyes flashed with incomparable resentment. He stared at Regnar and said: "Because of you, it's because of you! My undefeated myth was broken! It's you. , which shakes my title as the number one genius in the continent! If it weren’t for you, why would I, Saron, be suspected by those old immortals in Stoker? I, Saron, should be the most dazzling talent in this continent!”
"Hahahahahahaha!!!" Regnar unexpectedly laughed after hearing Saron's words.
"You still dare to laugh?" Saron said with a gloomy face.
"Of course I'm going to laugh." Regnar ignored the wound on his face that was opening and said while laughing: "You... hahahaha... you actually... just for... hahaha... for these boring thoughts... hahahaha ...You are really boring..."
"I am supposed to be the best, and I will not allow anyone to question me on this point! Any doubt is an offense to me!" Saron said with a ferocious face. He activated his body of flames, and then his originally thin body gradually began to emit a terrifying high temperature.
"And your existence is an offense to me, so I want to punish you." Saron stretched out his fingers that were heated to nearly a thousand degrees, and then stretched out to Regnar's naked upper body.
"The muscles are well trained." Saron looked at Regnar's thin but angular upper body and commented. He continued: "So, leave a mark on you."
After Saron finished speaking, he casually tapped Regna's upper body with his hot fingers. But every time he touched, it would trigger Regnar's screams.
Oh, the reason for his screams was naturally not due to some kind of wet and sticky relationship between men, but the high temperature on his fingertips. The touch of a temperature of nearly a thousand degrees is not something that can be endured by gritting one's teeth. Because humans have their own tolerance limit for pain. If this limit is exceeded, no matter how strong the person's willpower is, he will definitely lose control.
Just like Garona relied on Regnar's body to withstand the tempering of Alexander's divine fighting energy. As a strong person in the holy realm, her willpower goes without saying, but why did she still scream in agony? It's because when the pain reaches that level, no matter who it is, it is unbearable!
Although Saron's high temperature torture at this time was not as good as the mutual erosion of two completely different attributes at that time, it was far beyond what a normal person could bear. So Regner screamed without any image at all.
But Saron was not satisfied with this, because although Regnar kept screaming, there was no fear or submission in his eyes, but instead they were full of arrogance and unruliness. This made Saron quite uncomfortable.
"You still dare to be crazy?" Saron punched Regnar in the stomach, leaving an obvious scalded fist mark on his abdomen.
"Hahahahaha! Bah!" Regnar spit out a mouthful of blood on Saron's face: "You want me to obey you? Just go eat a bowl of shit. I can think about it then!"
"I hope you can remember that irritating me would be the most irrational thing a person can do!" Saron narrowed his eyes. He understood Regnar's weakness very well. He might not care if he was hurt, but he was extremely afraid that Irene or someone else would be hurt.
Saron stared at Regnar, then suddenly turned around and picked up a pendant from the table. It was found from Regnar and was hanging around his neck.
When Regnar saw the pendant, his laughter stopped abruptly. Because this pendant was given to me by Annelotte!