Hey, King!

2021-11-26

Chapter 383 Chapter 386 It's time to see if your knowledge is rich enough
This is a warm 's black jail.

It's black, more than normal black. Dagon looked all around, he was surprised to find that the Jiangu's natural dark vision was not very useful here, he could only see a distance of two or three meters away, and the distance was hazy like a dense fog, only Barely discernible outlines of walls and floors.

All around is dark stone, thick, smooth and slightly damp. The prison cell is more than two meters high, and the stones on the top of the head are as smooth as those under the feet. They are obviously carefully prepared before they are installed here. The cell had no windows, not even above the heavy iron door. A box about the size of a dinner plate is mounted on the door with a viewing slot that can be pushed and pulled. This is the only place where air gets in and out.

The smell of the prison cell is quite turbid, and the smell of excrement and urine full of history has monopolized the trend of smell in this lack of ventilation. The only thing that can fight with them is blood-reeking qi. Dagon touched his forehead, the feeling of being stunned was not good at all, it was not good at the time, and it is not relieved now.

It's a pity that I couldn't escape. The power of the "Math Killer" Illusion Technique is really good, but it doesn't work against opponents who don't have brains and emotions. Dagon knew he had a tough problem when the tree of war joined the battlefield. He tried his best to dodge the tall living trees, but there were too many roots that were constantly encircling and entwining them.

If you lose, you lose. The disadvantage in numbers is the reason, but not the excuse. Dagon thought about it carefully, he did nothing wrong, he had done his best, so he didn't need to regret it. He is a little dizzy now, and can't remember some details, such as how many elves have been defeated. All he knew was that if the elves were either dead or tortured mad by the Illusion Technique, his secrets were safe.

The secret is the dwarf boy.

Without muskets, only spells and headhunters, Dagon is simply impossible to fight against the elite warriors among those elves. He fired all the bullets at the fastest speed, and knocked down more than half of his opponents in a short time when the elves had never seen such a weapon and didn't know how to deal with it. The elves want to catch him alive, so as soon as they come up, they won't kill him. Dagon clings to this short but favorable time window to maximize firepower output. He fired all the bullets, he made a gap.

If you can immediately kill all the Elf Druids who can control the living tree, maybe you can really escape. Dagon thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. If he hadn't immediately killed and maimed the ranger shooter and the curse sword, the ending might not have been as good as it is now. Those with the best skills are the first to lose the combat capability, and the rest are left to the "math killer". The more thinking and the deeper the damage, the Illusion Technique and the musket have achieved the best combination level. Except for the stronger firepower, there is nothing that can be improved.

"Live trees are so annoying. A siege-level weapon was used against me alone, and five live trees were used. It's not normal to beat it." Dagon Scratching his beard, he found that all the beard rings were gone. Yes, since it was locked up by the elves, naturally everything was gone. I don't know what happened to the star helmet, whether it was hurt or not.

With a snap, a sticky thing stuck to his nose, and then a "huge monster" flew over. Star Helmet is lying on Dagon's eyes all of a sudden, isn't it bigger than the entire world? The little bear lizard licked Dagon's eyelids with its squishy tongue, rubbing against the bridge of his nose with sharp but harmless teeth. After expressing its joy and enthusiasm, Starhelm wanted to get under the beard again.

"Wait, how did you get in here? They took you in with them?"

Starhelm blinked, shaking his head slowly from side to side, passing some unfathomable mystery , Unintelligible emotional signals. Dagon couldn't decipher it, and it seemed that until Starhelm learned to write and speak, it would be a secret that couldn't be solved.

"Where did the elf lock me up?" Dagon stood up slowly, stretched his muscles and bones to see if he was injured. Thanks to the five-headed dragon cloak and the dragon's mithril armor, Dagon was not mortally wounded. He remembered that he wasn't unscathed, he had been shot a few times in the arm, but now there was no wound. He could only think that the elves treated him before he was locked in.

After checking myself, check this cell again, it's like a big coffin, still hot and humid. Putting your palm on the stone wall, you can vaguely feel the heat behind the stone, as if there is a terrifying lava layer at a certain distance. But Dagon doesn't think he's far from Mynaris, which doesn't have a volcano, and the elves' ability to dig deep into lava layers is impossible, so the heat of the stone should be a spell effect.

What is the spell? Dagon tried it out, and soon learned. There is no elemental energy here, and mana consumption cannot be replenished at all. Oh, his mana is also exhausted, rune can't summon, and now he can't use any spell ability.

"Perpetual motion rune won't stop, I should have mana even after I'm in a coma..." Dagon thought for a while and could only attribute the reason to the Mage Association, they must have done it while he was in a coma. Some tricks, like pouring potions or draining your mana reserves with some spell.

Unfortunately, the Academy doesn't teach this kind of knowledge, so Dagon can only guess, there are no other methods. He walked along the hot flashes of the stone wall, taking a closer look at the cell. He was now more and more sure it looked like a coffin, because it was so thin and long.

Dark Vision only has a viewing distance of about three meters, but the length of this cell is close to ten meters, which is far beyond the size requirements of a normal single cell. As I said before, the top of it is only a little over two meters, and Dagon can almost touch the top when he raises his hands and tiptoes. And the width of the cell is less than two meters, just the distance that Dagon can't reach both sides at the same time with his arms outstretched. Compared to these, the depth of nearly ten meters, this size is definitely problematic.

The bed, furthest away from the door, was actually a stone platform a little above the ground, with an old damp quilt and a straw-swept pillow on it. There is a wooden bucket on the wall, and from the stench inside, we can see that this should be the toilet. apart from this, there is nothing in the cell, water and food must be provided from outside - this is not a good sign.

Dagon came to the heavy steel door and began to study its structure. The door and the wall are integrated, or the entire door frame is built into the stone wall, and the whole is connected together, so it is almost impossible to separate them by shaking and shaking. The iron gate is cast as a whole, and there is no connection gap at all.

"Bang." Dagon fiercely punched the door, but the sound was very weak, which means the impact was absorbed and the door was of good quality. He fiercely flew up and kicked up again, the door was still completely motionless. No, going on like this will only drain your stamina, you have to think of other ways.

After turning around for a long time and studying for a long time, every nerve in Jiangu clansman told him that he couldn't get out here. The stone wall has been strengthened, and even if you take a pickaxe, you can only smash sparks on it. The joints between the stones are also strengthened, using some kind of alchemical material, at least teeth and nails can't handle it. There were no nails or any metal on the toilet, it was just a hollowed-out tree trunk with no strength to speak of. Its only threat to the entire cell is to be smashed against the wall and then attacked with an unsustainable stench.

By smashing the door and lying on top to listen to the echoes, Dagon thought it was a corridor outside and there should be no guards, otherwise he would definitely be annoyed by the noise he made. There should also be no other prisoners around, otherwise there should be some responses, such as smashing the door. The box on the iron door can be opened, but the control mechanism is outside the door, and the inside is locked. Dagon tried it, his fingers started to ache from too much force, and the mechanism was still as stable as Mount Tai.

There is no escape from eagerness - Dagon confirms that. He began to ponder: if the elf locked him up, it meant that he did not want to kill him for the time being, so he had to get the most basic food and water supplies. Now that there's a toilet in the room, someone might come to clean it up—these all are the information to be collected, whether it's used to escape, or used to escape... It's crucial.

Recover your physical and mental strength and see if you can enter deep meditation to accumulate mana. This is the most important thing to do now. Dagon left the iron gate, returned to the bed at the far end of the house, and sat cross-legged. He closed his eyes and began experimenting with various mana-cycling methods to establish a connection with the natural environment around him.

There is no connection at all, the five basic elements of nature seem to be dead, not answering his call at all. There and nature elements themselves have never been shown to have autonomous consciousness, so they must be locked by some mechanism and cannot flow within the confines of the cell. Of course, there is another possibility that this cell is not in the natural environment, so there is no natural element connection.

What about the soul realm and the spirit realm? Dagon gradually fell asleep, and then he found himself in the middle realm of Soul Spirit.

Ryder stared at him fiercely, eyebrows raised, and his face very vicious. "What did you do? Why did Soul Spirit's middle world become so small?"

That's right, the black fog in Soul Spirit's middle world became only two meters square, and Dagon and Rhett stood face to face. The belly is almost sticking together. He took a half step back and knocked down the black mist behind him. The originally soft black mist became extremely rough, and he kicked Dagon's butt hard, kicking him back. Rhett was prepared and turned sideways to avoid being hit by Dagon.

"I was thrown into prison by the elf." Dagon scratched his head sadly when he regained his footing.

"Ai, didn't escape?"

"I didn't escape, there were too many people on the opposite side." Dagon said: "If you count the reinforcements and living trees of the Mage Association, more than Twenty people. I tried my best. But don't worry, the musket was torn to pieces by me, and the person who knew it was either dead or crazy, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"It's not a big problem? If you die What do you do in prison?"

"Then will you escape?"

(end of this chapter)