Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 409 Black Prison

The Alchemy Tower.

The prince meditated on the name.

Looking at the old and mysterious building in front of you, looking at the incomplete and faintly visible "eyes" emblem on the stone pillar, feeling the chilly everywhere, and Taylors burst into shackles.

He seemed to return to the snowy night six years ago. In the murderous military camp of the Black Sands, the nervous nose doctor painted the three strange patterns next to the campfire.

Three magic towers.

Tyres looked at the emblem of the alchemy tower and sighed a little, and the memories of the old days slowly poured into his heart.

Since the Dragon Blood Night six years ago, the former brotherhood black doctor, Ramon died in the hands of the blood magician (thinking here, Taylors can not help but think of the tailor Kez Ramon mentioned When the long-lost father was so embarrassed, Teres lost an important channel to explore the legendary magic and the wizard. Eichda may be another source, but whether he is long-term or not, he is still There are reservations in teaching that cannot satisfy the thirsty prince.

In the past six years, Taylors has only stayed in the library of Nakaru as much as possible. With the help of Selma, he pursued the long-lost taboos from books and tried every means to avoid Nikola and The spying and surveillance of Brisbane and others, so as not to cause disasters - according to what Ramon said before, since magic and disasters are taboos that the world has tried to forget for centuries, such as "the prince of the stars is obsessed with mystery and knowledge", News such as the fear of the catastrophe of His Royal Highness, is still rare on the table of the major intelligence agencies.

"The Alchemy Tower?"

Just as Tyres was immersed in his own memories, Russell on the other side couldn't help but say: "Alchemy? What? What is the relationship with the alchemy?"

No one cares about him, of course, maybe because no one knows the answer.

Semir kicked a pile of gravel under his kick and frowned. "You said, this is the legendary alchemy tower?"

"What are the sources of the golden balls, the anti-magic armies, and the secrets of the secrets?"

Ricky shook his head.

"Of course it is not the headquarters," Ricky took a torch and looked around. Looking at the ridiculousness of this layer, he seemed to have emotion: "In the legend, the headquarters of the Alchemy Tower has more than 100 magic towers, covering a vast area. It’s incredibly spectacular, how can it be compared to this simple underground building?”

More than 100 towers...

Taylor looked around and thought.

"Jane," Semir snorted, illuminating the stone ladder behind them with a torch, looking at the bottom of the bottom: "You call this 'simply'?"

Ricky smiled weirdly and didn't answer.

He turned back and walked to the downward spiral: "Go, let's go to the next level."

The mercenaries who were immersed in the shock were only able to return.

"it is true."

When passing the side of the brazier, Thales noticed that the assassin of the Shadow Shield could not help but look around in amazement. He gently stroked the long-lasting stone pillar and muttered to himself.

"Mage, magic, those legends and stories," the brazed bowed his head and looked at Ricky:

"It turns out to be true."

The eye of the drill is moving: "Maybe we can find more and more valuable things... alchemy balls, anti-magic weapons, even..."

"Don't think about it." Semir walked by his side and interrupted him.

"I don't know how long ago, the Star Kingdom turned this into a 'black prison' for the bones of the bones, dedicated to the recidivism of them." The former royal servant's flag officer said coldly: "Whether it is rebuilt or demolished, you Do you think that the Kingdom Secrets will leave anything of value to people like you?"

The solder slammed silently.

The group continues to go down.

Faced with unfamiliar unknowns, the whispers of everyone screamed in the dark.

"I remember, Master," Russell's voice came behind a narrow passage: "Some mentions are mentioned in some books, but I always thought..."

"I thought it was just nonsense?" The torch chuckled.

Russell no longer speaks.

Tyres listened to their conversation, but they were absent-minded.

Even as a hostage, the prince did not gain nothing after six years of searching, but the "magic" and "Mage" left more and more doubts to Tells.

Obviously, all the books that existed before the end of the war, more or less will mention magic and mage, for example:

The "Knights of Joseph Joseph" in the period of the kings mentioned that the wise "Mage" Livane stopped the road of the six knights, prevented them from robbing the unwise behavior of the court, and made suggestions for them in a barn;

"Northland Martyrs" has a "face to the grim situation, [Mage] consultants suggested and retreat, but Ansett sternly refused, he is determined to stay in the sixth whistle, using the terrain to block the sacral clan Main force"

"The Alliance of the Kings" is written to the guards of the Temple, the gods of the gods, and the representatives of the [Mage] to do their best to mediate, so that the violent King of Naki and the arrogant King of the King of the Kings are sitting in the farthest seat. On, promoted the convening of the meeting;

The long poem "Telega" mentions "in the face of the princess's illness, the court [Mage] are also helpless."

In fact, in the heroic biography and migratory epics of the dynasties, whether it is against the orcs or elves, in the context of these battles with aliens, the image of the wizard as a wise man has appeared, and even many of them are around the royal family. Important counselor.

But in the Age of Empires, the records of wizards and magic began to decrease, and the image became more and more mysterious, evil and terrible. However, many religious-related books mentioned some "unbelievers", and they were usually negatively described:

In the "Land of Los Angeles" in the ancient empire, Saint Rossonne was treated terriblely in the land of [Mage], his eyes lost light, and his hands and feet trembled, even though The believer turned his back on the teachings of the gods and laughed at his beliefs, but the determined Los Angeles was still me, and the piety remained the same;

"Northern Provinces and the Provinces" mentioned an illegal expedition. The Duke of Aaronde wrote to the people behind the [Mage] expedition, and strictly accused them of invading the forbidden land is "violation of the Convention." Will bring disaster to mankind;

One of the ancient books of the Knights' Templar, "The Knights of the Knights" describes a battle between the knights and the cultists. One of the knights once sighed that their enemies "are more eccentric than the wizards, but also evil", inside The general history narrative mentions that “the northern temple branch had to ask for help from the emperor to curb the insatiable greed of the mages”;

"The Sword Lake City Plague Record" even wrote: "The terrible witches warned the city owner that his contempt for [magic] would cost him, but the high-powered city owner laughed. At night, the daughter of the city owner launched a high fever. ".

More recently, after the demise of the ancient empire, in the books of the final empire, the figure of the mage appeared only in a very small number of records.

The results of Tyres’ efforts are here: the news about the wizard’s magic is only a few words.

It stands to reason that these words should explain that the group of the Master exists, but even after the end of the battle, you are the King of Exeter's Nakaru, who laughs at the Queen of the Sky and gathers a large number of books in the country. Taylors can't find any positive records about magic and wizard.

From the changes in the description and description of the Master, to the gradual reduction of their figure, to their complete disappearance, and even no trace of...

This feeling is like...

Tyres sighed.

He rubbed the dusty wall and followed the next person to the next step.

It’s like someone, you can see his footprints, used things, written records, saved information, photos taken, but when you really want to go back to find this person Everyone around you tells you consistently: No, there is never this person, he does not exist.

Even in the photo, there is only one blank of human form.

This is the Master.

This can not help but give a strange sense of horror, even if he is sitting alone in the library, he can not help but chill in the back.

And just today...

Tyres couldn't help but raise his head and crossed the shoulders of the people in front, looking at Ricky's figure.

Today, he really stepped into the legendary magic tower - although it is only a division - and according to him, perhaps the birthplace of the anti-magic arm.

At this point, the solder vocalized again, interrupting the thoughts of Thales:

"How did you find the key, Krassu?"

"I don't think the stars will keep a lock with two keys to open, and use it as a prison."

This issue has aroused the interest of Taylors.

Ricky's footsteps in front of him.

"Xingchen people thought they were in control here, just as they thought they had covered up the history and sent the magic and the wizard into the grave," Ricky's laughter slowly sounded. "A grave that only the gravedigger knows."

"The problem is that they are not the only gravedigers."

"There is no less record in the tower of the end."

“So,” the sound of the brazier suddenly increased in the darkness: “Have you been the tower of the end?”

Ricky didn't talk, as if he suddenly realized his own words.

Taylors looks a glimpse.

"Well, this explains," the laughter of the solder came, and Tyres could imagine his appearance in the darkness: "Why not long ago, you could break into the tower of the end."

Time passes by, and the coldness of the body becomes more and more unbearable. In the field of view of the torch, there is still only one step.

At the foot of Tyres, he stepped on the ground again.

They came to the next level.

Ricky kicked a piece of wood that was blocking the road and raised the torch.

What appears in front of you is still the central stone pillar with the alchemy tower emblem, the familiar architectural pattern, and the nine cells with only poor bones.

Wait, nine?

But Taylor found that the room was bigger than the one above.

"There is still no one."

Ricky took back the torch and shook his head in disappointment:

"Continue to the down."

Tyres put away his curious eyes and put away the feeling that he couldn’t wait carefully to look at this place, and he was pushed forward again by Marina.

The third layer is still empty, leaving only the skeleton.

The fourth layer, the fifth layer, the sixth layer...

Every next level, the corresponding cells are more and more, and the room is getting bigger and bigger.

Black Prison - Tyres said to himself: This is like a cone buried in the ground.

With time and time again, repeated disappointments, and the same darkness, like Tyres trekking in the desert, he found that the people in the team were gradually affected.

In the boundless darkness, the voices of the people gradually diminished, and only the footsteps were in the ears, and the atmosphere became more and more depressed.

They came to the second floor cell again.

"This is the tenth floor." Cray spit out a breath, his face showed impatience: "Ricky, if you can't find it again, maybe we should consider the way back."

As soon as this statement came out, the expressions of the swords of the disasters sank.

"Well," Russell looked at the solder on his side: "It makes a little sense."

The brazer did not answer, but slammed into Ricky.

Ricky brows his face, and he first took photos around him. After disappointingly discovering that he was still a skeleton, he turned to Semir Road:

"Maybe still below, maybe - are you sure he is still alive?"

Semir walked up to the cell and held down the torch and carefully looked at the bones in front of him.

"I am sure," his voice was a little stiff: "Confirm."

"He must be alive."

he?

Taylors saw that Cray shrugged his shoulders and made a disappointment to Josh.

Josh understood what he meant.

"You may believe that he is still alive..."

"But, do you know how much damage can imprisonment cause to a person?"

Josh picked up his arms and his voice came to everyone's ears: "Especially in the black prison, you can only be lonely, stunned, miserable, from lock to death, you will be cut off. Everything that connects with the outside world, no one can hear your crying and weeping."

"Believe me, I have lived in a lot of cells - very few people can persist for so long."

Semir made a slight meal and stood up.

But after a few seconds, the former royal servant just shook his head firmly.

"If it is him, he will be able to support it, no matter what kind of injury."

Taylor’s heart jumped.

he?

Josh smiled.

"Do you know, what is the most terrible punishment for a person?"

"Not death, not injury, not torture," Josh sighed softly and seemed to have some emotions:

"It's isolated."

Semir stood on the ground and did not move.

Taylors can only see, his back is shaking.

Josh slowly paced.

"When you lose all the channels of communication with the outside world, in the eternal darkness, you are completely closed and isolated. No one listens to you or talks to you. No one reacts to you or waits for you to react. No one interacts with you or takes you. Interaction... You can't see new things, you can't hear new voices, you can't feel new things, everything around you, including yourself, is so day-to-day, going back and forth, and going back and forth forever... ..."

Josh's voice expanded in the darkness, with a little bit of hatred and depression, which made people quite uncomfortable.

Taylors saw that Semir’s fists slowly tightened.

"On the first day, okay, you can still deal with the past."

"On the third day, you will feel uncomfortable, irritated, jump up and down, and smash the wall."

"On the fifth day, you start to think back to the memory of the past, good, bad, painful, cool - these pictures are there, flashing back and forth, whether you like it or not."

"After a week, you will start talking to yourself, look dull, go crazy like a madman, but those memories, those past... they will begin to fade and feel like they are no longer yours."

Josh said and said, it seems that he gradually came out of God.

"For two weeks, you will usher in the last despair and madness, and do everything you wouldn't think about after you hit the mother's womb, because you can't even tell what is now, what is the past, what is you, what is your memory. You in the middle."

Josh smiled softly, his eyes drifting, like what he remembered.

"And until a month has passed, most people have become slurred and confused."

"They often lack feelings, mental deterioration, and the whole person collapses into a beast."

"Even if you release them at this time, it is useless."

Josh’s voice is low, like telling a bad ending:

"They are always lost in the void of loneliness and can't come back anymore."

"This is the impact that imprisonment can have on a person, especially - solitary confinement, no matter who you are, no matter how powerful you are."

"Once you have exceeded a certain time, you will not come back."

Josh’s voice slowly disappeared.

The atmosphere among the people is also suppressed to the apex.

Semir was silent for a long time.

Ricky didn't urging him, just watching silently.

A few seconds later, Semir took a deep breath.

"Do not."

"He must be there."

Semir slammed forward: "He is the most powerful warrior, the most noble knight, the noblest model. He taught me how to fight, how to persist, how..."

"He must be."

Semir’s fist creaked and his eyes blazed.

"Further, only he knows what it is."

"Only him."

Ricky nodded slowly and didn't speak.

Josh shrugged at Cray and made a "powerless" expression.

The prince frowned: Who are the people they are looking for? What does the person know?

It is not only him who has this question.

"Who are you looking for?"

Russell heard their conversation and asked with disappointment: "Know, we are in a hurry."

"Yes." Semir pointed to the ladder and said coldly:

"If you have to go first, no one will stop."

Russell’s words were plugged in.

Ricky looked at everyone and sighed: "Go ahead."

So they started the cycle of going down again.

dark.

Deep.

underground.

past.

mysterious.

Several words alternated and flashed through the minds of Taylors.

Step by step, layer by layer.

Finally, after not knowing how many empty cells have passed, they came to a room with more than a dozen cells - no, the size of this room can already be called the "hall".

Ricky Station is set in this hall.

"what happened?"

Cray came up in disgust and took the torch and took photos of him. He also shot many cells and a skeleton.

"It's still the same, except for the dead, nothing."

But Taylors noticed a different place.

In a cell that is separated by a metal fence, there is a cell that is particularly strange.

It is all black.

I can't see the fence, I can't see the bones, I can't see everything behind.

Only one piece is dark.

Just like... just like a black lacquered curtain on the outside

Soon, others have noticed this.

Ricky narrowed his eyes.

"The other cells have only fences," he stepped forward, stepping on the gravel, holding the torch and slowly approaching the room covered by the 'curtain': "But this..."

"Be careful."

Semir approached from the other side and frowned. "You don't know how many alchemy towers the stars have inherited."

Ricky nodded. He stood in front of the weird cell, extended the torch, and carefully knocked on the thick "curtain".

Hey, hey.

The dull and heavy voice echoed in the narrow black prison.

Everyone subconsciously held down the weapon and watched for possible accidents.

But a few seconds passed and nothing happened.

The cell is still silent.

Everyone was relieved.

"It's made of iron, rising from the seam outside the fence, or falling down," Ricky squinted, carefully observing the contact point between the iron curtain and the ground: "At least some kind of metal, I think, this stuff." It separates the cell from the outside hall."

He looked up and asked Semir on the other side:

"Is it this one?"

Semir was standing on the edge of the iron curtain and looked at a black sign on the wall that did not know what metal to use.

"No," Semir looked at the text above and calmly said:

"This brand has been written, and it is a lone thief in the southern part of the kingdom more than 20 years ago."

Russell narrowed his eyes: "The thief?"

However, the iron curtain suddenly trembled!

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Everyone trembled and stepped back!

In the incomprehensible darkness, the scary and dull noise came suddenly: "Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Calm--" Ricky immediately slashed his sword in his hand, watching with vigilance the iron curtain that trembled with the muffled sound.

Cray's face is white: "This is..."

The fearful people face each other.

Just at this time.

"Oh ah -"

A faint scream, as if from a few tens of meters away.

Resound in the dark.

The editor told me that you can't do it without grabbing the monthly ticket. You can't interact with the reader... oh... but the monthly ticket is going to be added, and I can't even do it in the past few days.

However, since the editors have said this, I still have to mean something to prove that I have listened to him... This is now 760 monthly passes. From now until the end of the month, every five hundred monthly passes, I will have two more ,how is it? (planned, smirked)

(End of this chapter)