Warhammer Seal

Chapter 50 Prison Break

The muscles in the hands were exerted slowly, and all the blue veins had appeared, and then he slowly adjusted his breathing and pulled violently.

The body of a beast man still has at least one advantage, and that is endless muscle strength.

The white wolf quickly broke free from the shackles on his hands, and then began to pull the shackles on Wende's hands.

It was tied tightly, but the strength of the beastman was not ordinary mortals, and with a little effort, Wende and Ruixi were loosened.

"We have to find a place to escape, preferably with a wide view, otherwise we will be easily ambushed by vampires again."

Just as the white wolf was about to discuss the way to escape with Wende, footsteps came from outside again.

The three had no choice but to put their hands behind their backs again, pretending to be still in bondage.

The person who came was none other than a vampire with red hair.

It's been a rough day.

First, the two westernmost cities of Sylvania fell, and then a group of thieves got mixed into their own castle.

Wait, there must be some connection between these two things before, and the emperor named Karl Franz in the empire is not simple, these three people must be his spies.

It has to be said that this vampire guessed half right, but how can he verify his guess? The only way is through torture.

Dark Elf?No no no, these perverts are even obsessed with the feeling of pain, torture is of no use.

Beastmen?No, these guys are strong and strong, and they are very resistant to pain.

Right now there is only one target suitable for mouthing information.

The vampire walked slowly to Wende, knelt down and looked into his eyes, and took out a delicate dagger from his waist pocket.

"Tell me what you are here for."

"Steal something, can't you see it?"

Wende always had such a stubborn expression, but after hearing such an answer, the red-haired vampire directly drew a very long bloodstain on Wende's arm.

Blood kept gushing out, and breathing became short of breath due to the pain of eating.

"It's really deceiving. If you are really thieves, why don't you go to Fort Oberstein and Swartz Harbor to steal things? The war has just been fought there, and it has not been completely controlled by the empire. It is better to steal valuables. baby."

Wende panted heavily. He didn't expect that the red-haired vampire could easily see through the lie, so he had no choice but to not talk to him to avoid leaking information.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die, after all, corpses can't speak."

There seemed to be cold nails in the words, and then the dagger swung at Wende again, this time it was not fatal, but it only drew a vampire's favorite imprint on his chest.

It takes a full 23 knives to finish painting this imprint, not too much, not too little.

"It's really blunt, but I don't worry about it. I have many ways to deal with this situation."

After speaking, the red-haired vampire picked up a fine silk scarf and wiped the blood off the dagger.

"Steward, stop the bleeding, we need to know the next move of the empire, so we can't let this guy die!"

The butler with a red-hot soldering iron came in quickly and pressed the soldering iron firmly on Wende's wound.

The blood was vaporized in an instant, and the skin also burned with a foul smell.

The screams echoed throughout the dungeon, causing the red-haired vampire to accidentally close his ears.

He has dealt with too many imperial spies lurking into Sylvania. These guys have such firm beliefs that they even think that death is an honor and pain is a reward.

Like the flogger among the peasants, he has no idea what pain feels like, no thought of retreating.

If you want to deal with this kind of person, you don't really need to torture him horribly. With such a fragile human body, you might die before you have fully tortured him.

Only by corrupting their beliefs and making them doubt their own devout Sigmar or Ulric, then they're done.

At that time, they don't even need to ask themselves, they will be the first to tell everything they know.

"Steward, don't give any light to the dungeon, let those three guys live in darkness, and only provide one meal a day, after three days, they will definitely succumb."

Indeed, one's mind and beliefs are most likely to break down in total darkness and starvation.

But what the red-haired vampire didn't expect was that a completely dark environment was very conducive to jailbreaking.

"Wende, can you still resist?"

"No problem, no problem, as long as there is a sip of water to drink."

The three of them had already broken free from the shackles on their hands, only Wende was temporarily unable to stand up.

"Vampires won't give us food and water. I can barely pee a little. I'll check if there's a cup nearby."

For white wolves who are accustomed to surviving in the wilderness, urine is also a water resource that can be recycled. When water is scarce in the wild, drinking urine is indeed a helpless and effective way.

"Drink mine. I urinate a lot. There are no cups or bowls here. Open your mouth and I'll feed you in the dark."

Ruixi also started to join in the fun, but this can be regarded as a kind of concern for Wende.

"I copied the fucking comparison!!! Ah, pain, pain, pain."

This is also the first time that Wende breathed out his mouth, and by swearing, he could indeed temporarily slow down the body's pain response, and at the same time grabbed Ruixi's hand in the dark.

"I'm sorry, I got emotional, hold me back, and then rely on the white wolf to find a way to escape."

Most elves have relatively good eyesight and can see clearly at night, but this is to make the pupils bigger and better capture the faintest light.

In this pitch-black environment, there is not even a ray of light, and nothing can be seen, let alone said, and it is extremely easy to collapse.

The dark elves, humans, and beastmen have all become blind, enduring the most terrible dark torture in the extremely dark underground prison.

"Wait, I can smell the dirt."

The white wolf suddenly stopped groping, and signaled the two not to make any moves.

When his body mutated into a Beastman, of course he also gained the power that belonged to the Beastman.

With well-developed muscles and thick limbs, they are more adaptable to the forest, sharper in hunting, and more intense in hatred. Of course, what is at play now is the sense of smell of the Beastmen, which is thousands of times superior to that of humans.

"The entire dungeon is full of hard stones, how can there be mud?"

Wende was also puzzled, and the doors and windows were completely sealed, not even a trace of outside wind could blow in.

"Come with me, it really smells like dirt."

The white wolf slowly led the two of them forward, and successfully came to a wall. When he touched the thick palm, he touched the softness of the soil.

With a pull, the entire heavy stone was lifted from the loose soil, and I stretched out my hands again to feel it, and there was soft soil underneath.

"We can dig it out."

(End of this chapter)