Overclocking Summons League of Legends

() Sandra Robb ran away and disappeared without a trace.

When Klimt thought of this, he felt extremely uncomfortable. His eyes were emitting fiery flames, and his two rows of teeth were sticking out of his lips.This is Yin Sen's prison, and he locked himself in a cell.

And this cell is a large piece of coral reef on the seabed. The previous warden once asked a thousand prisoners to dig out this narrow space with their fingers.

The walls around the cell are full of gaps formed by seawater erosion and coral corpses. These densely packed gaps are filled with a dark red color, and one can even smell the pungent and strong smell of blood.This is the blood from the fingers of those prisoners, and it will never disappear after drying.

Just like this prison located underground in Noxus, since the previous warden, every jailer has been an isolated and master at playing with the prisoner's soul, twisting and crazily ravaging the victim's will.So much so that the air passing through this cell will make a heart-piercing scream, where fate is dismembered and shattered.

Klimt gritted his teeth and rushed to the prisoner with furious eyes. Before the prisoner who was tied to the punishment post could recover, he whipped up the whip. The head, shoulders, chest, lower abdomen, every piece of flesh was howling in pain.

Blood flew out from the prisoner's body, staining the broken clothes red.

Those burnt parchments recorded a lot of information, the most important ones were the deployment of troops at the northern pass of the city-state, the deployment of the guardian fleet, and all other information about the movements of the Noxus army.When the magician recovered the parchment, Sandra Robb disappeared completely from this huge city.Not even a trace could be found.

This spy proved the consistent logic of the Military Justice Department, "Suspect anyone who is worthy or not!"

Who would have thought that a veterinarian could lead to a spy who had been lurking for a long time? I am afraid that even Sandra Robb would not have thought that she would be exposed by an innocent person's random bite.

An allegation is only one percent true, so it is better to believe that the allegation is true than to ignore it.Klimt's orders were to catch this nasty spy and the organization behind him at any cost.Even if you don’t eat or drink, you have to complete this task. According to Lord Brand—Sandra Robb should have been imprisoned three days ago.

Klimt wiped the sweat from his forehead, and wiped away the splashed blood on his cheeks.How could he be teased by a group of nobles. <> To put it nicely, this is the fear of the nobles, but to put it badly, it is incompetence.No matter what kind of statement is said, it is not a good rumor in the military law department. He must consider the thoughts of his superiors.

He underestimated the enemy's ability, and the anger in his chest grew stronger and stronger.He strangled the prisoner on the stake to death.But he didn't.He has been trained to be moody and angry.The more angry you are, the calmer you are, the more you want someone to die, the more indifferent you are.

He waved the whip made of the dragon's tail mixed with steel wire, and continued to whip the poor prisoner. The bloody prisoner had a walnut stuffed in his mouth.All he could do was groan in pain.

Shredded flesh and blood gushed from the prisoners.The more Klimt whipped, the more atmosphere there was.Every stroke of the whip is particularly beneficial, and I can't wait to beat this piece of rotten meat into a meat sauce.

Klimt gritted his teeth and said nothing, even the sound of panting was suppressed in his nasal cavity.No roaring.No insults, just as silent as a beast that cannot roar.This is a terrifying force, like a volcano that has been accumulating for a long time but never erupts. The angry force rampages in Klimt's body.

This ruthlessness made the prisoner tremble with fear.

"Even if I chop you into meat paste, I can't solve the hatred in my heart!" Klimt said angrily. At this moment, he didn't think about the consequences at all, and only anger and hatred were in his mind.

At this moment, he has completely lost his mind.

His eyes were red, and Sandra Robb's appearance alternately appeared in his mind, and he remembered Lord Brand's angry reprimand.Those guys hiding in the dark corners must be laughing at me, thinking of this, Klimt is so depressed that he wants to vomit blood.

Under the dim light, the bloodied prisoner was beaten beyond recognition, and no one could recognize that he was the housekeeper of the Kayo family.

Klimt threw away the whip in his hand, it was too heavy, and every time he swung it could pull the muscles painfully.He took a small knife with a curved tip from the wall, and various instruments of torture were neatly placed on the shelf.Each piece was polished to a shiny finish and maintained without any sign of rust.

This knife is called Avada Kedavra, and it was invented by a jailer named Avada.Pierce the small knife into the prisoner's stomach, use the curved tip of the knife to open a hole, and hook the intestines out of the prisoner's stomach while the prisoner is conscious.After being dragged out for six or seven meters, many fragile guys were scared to death after witnessing their intestines being dragged out.

The function is simple but very practical, but Klimt does not intend to do so.

He kicked the wooden basin in the corner to the prisoner's feet, holding the gleaming knife in his hand, and frantically cut the blood vessels of the prisoner's left and right hands, and cut the skin, muscles and tendons on the arm bone inch by inch Pick into the tub.Blood flowed like two red streams onto the tub and the ground.

The dim light was terrified by the bloody and terrifying scene, tremblingly spitting out blue flames.

Klimt widened his angry pupils, he wanted to see whether this guy's blood was red or black, and whether this guy's body was filled with rancid pus.Whoever gave him the courage to betray the great Noxus, whether voluntarily or coerced, and regardless of whether he was ordered or not, Klimt will break his will!

"Sandra Robb is a spy from Demacia. It was not so easy to lurk in Noxus, but you actually helped him. Either say nothing, or say nothing, neither of which The difference! You are all accomplices, and you must accept this punishment before you can prove your loyalty to the city-state!"

After Klimt finished speaking breathlessly, he took out the blood-stained pieces of meat from the wooden basin and smashed them into a sack. The blood immediately oozed out of it and fell to the ground drip-tock. superior.

"Look, this is the meat removed from you. Noxus raised you, but you betrayed your motherland. Now I just collect some interest. Didn't the Kayo family teach you a truth? Do any Everything has to pay a price, I don't care if you are deceived by Sandra Robb, in short, you and the people behind you don't want to escape my palm."

Hearing this, the prisoner on the punishment post struggled violently, swaying the punishment post wildly, and the iron chains tied to the prisoner rattled and rattled back and forth in this narrow cell.

"You said, these meats should be fed to dogs? Oh, no, they are no longer fresh, dogs don't eat them. Or should they be thrown into the fireplace and burned? No, no, no, the smell of burning is too pungent, imagine It all feels suffocating.”

Klimt was talking to himself, as if performing a one-man show. He saw the blood gurgling from the prisoner's body, which was black...

"Half of betrayal is evil. You have committed an unforgivable sin against Noxus! The seeds of evil are planted, and the fruits of madness are bound to grow. To be honest, I am not a smart person, and I never believe that My own ears. Actions speak louder than words, but my eyes are much wiser than my ears."

Qi Luo was about 50 years old. He used to be the housekeeper of the Kayo family, a high-ranking "big shot," the object of fawning on city-state officials and minor nobles, but now he looked like a dog with a broken leg, his body trembling.His gray hair was a mess soaked in sweat, and the blood from the wound was everywhere.

He had tears in one eye, and the other was blinded long ago.Quirrell let out a whimper in his throat, and nodded frantically at Klimt.

"I think you're going to talk about something I'm interested in," Klimt picked up a bottle of life potion from the table, and he carefully looked at the bright red liquid in the crystal bottle, "Such a precious potion should be packed in one The accomplice, how does this make the soldiers on the front line think... you better tell what you know!"

Klimt said lightly, he paused for a moment and showed an elusive sinister smile, "If you don't know, you should make it look like it, at least people can't break it!" He hinted, "I heard that Duke. General Kao has been missing for a long time, and now the whole family is looking for him crazily. So... no one will save you!"

He took out the walnut from Quirrell's mouth, and forced the crystal bottle into Quirrell's mouth. The hard mouth of the bottle was violently thrust into the mouth, breaking several teeth.

Quirrell gulped down the liquid in the bottle, the only way to make him live longer, he was almost insane under the threat of death.

"Why does Sandra Robb have a good relationship with Cassiopeia? What role did you play in it?" Klimt didn't even bother to lay the groundwork, and he didn't deliberately make any tricks, but cut straight theme.

Sure enough, Quirrell was caught off guard by this question, "Second Miss, oh no, that woman always likes to hold salons at home to entertain diplomats from other city-states. Especially the barbarian tribes in the west of the city-state, recently she Always likes to summon barbarian chiefs..."

"What are you calling the barbarian leaders for?" Klimt asked sharply!

Quirrell said loudly, "That woman works for the intelligence agency and is pacifying the barbarian tribes that were chaotic due to famine. Sandra Robb's barbecue skills are very popular with them."

"Does Sandra Robb have any friends in Noxus?"

"I don't know..." After Quirrell said these words, he suddenly realized that this was a mistake, and he stammered and re-polished, "I just know that he often goes to the village near Icacia Collecting all kinds of prey, he has a good relationship with the bush hunters near that village."

"What's the name of the village?"

"Hayle, Hayle!" Quirrell shouted hastily.

Chapter 177: Torture