Hey, King!

2021-12-01

Chapter 394 Chapter 397 Shengjing
A good system has predictable advantages.

Reid's theory is correct, especially at this time. The guards don't forget about Dagon, don't turn a blind eye to what he did in prison, so they inspect the cell and arraign him.

The ability to block dragonsense and darkvision also limits these jailers, who can only check the integrity of the place by pounding on the walls. This is a good idea, as long as you don't run into Jiangu clansman who is particularly familiar with rocks. Dagon backfills the rocks well every day before going to bed, and the guys hit each one with a hammer and found nothing.

He now knew why the roof was so low, it was to make it easier to check. The elven jailer could easily tap the ceiling with his hands up, but it was the ease that made them let down their guard.

The Dagon was blocked by the sword array in the corner of the wall, and the elf jailer threw a pair of silver white shackles on the ground. They said to Dagon, "Now you have two choices: put on your shackles and go to the interrogation room with us; or don't participate in the interrogation and stay here."

It turns out that you can skip the interrogation? Dagon thought for a moment, then shook his head. He needs more information, the environment of the prison, and the strength of the guards here. "Did anyone choose not to stretch their legs outside the cell?"

"Yes," the jailer, nodded, said, "We can give you food and water forever, but not patience. It's yours. Choice, so choose it well."

"I choose to go out and stretch my legs." Dagon motioned for the figurine to step back so he could pick up the shackles on the ground. It was a pair of mithril shackles, including the shackles and the heavy chains that connected the four of them to each other. Dagon noticed that the shackles were all over the Jiangu rune and the Elvish array, and asked, "What are these array runes for?"

"Like this cell, you can't use any spells." The jailer said, "Your record is too impressive, so we have to take it seriously."

Dagon put his handcuffs and shackles on and tried to shake his fist. The shackles are very heavy and keep getting heavier. At the beginning, it was about 60 pounds, and now it has exceeded 100. "What material is this made of? Will it increase endlessly?"

The elf jailer didn't answer, but his act of letting the figurine put away the sword array proved that he was very confident in the ability of the shackles. Dagon was a little unconvinced, so he used the skill of the curse sword to quickly exert force, didn't expect the weight of the shackles to double directly, causing him to stagger.

"The slower you move, the lighter it will be. You're amazing, and you can even spell sword skills. Okay, stand there for a while, obediently and honestly, and don't move, or the weight will weigh on you. If you can't walk, it's a waste of time."

Dagon slowly nodded, bent down, and put his hands and feet on the ground, which lightened the burden on his body. In an environment without mana, it is unheard-of that shackles can have such a feature. Dagon took this time to carefully observe the rune array on the shackles, trying to remember as much as possible.

Sure enough, the weight of the shackles gradually decreases as long as there is inactivity. Dagon waited for them to recover to the level of at least thirty or forty pounds, then slowly straightened up and nodded to the jailer. So the two elven jailers walked in front, Dagon behind him, and the figurines behind him. With this formation, Dagon finally got out of the cell.

Outside the prison door is a long passage, and there are other prison doors every ten meters or so on the left and right sides, and they are staggered with each other. There are four sets of levers outside each cell door, which should be the various organs that control the cell and cell door. There are four rows of rails in the center of the passage, and the figurines act on this rail.

Arriving in the corridor, the hot flashes have weakened a lot, and there is also a meager elemental energy in the air. It is at this point that the runes on the shackles are activated by elemental energy, and they come into effect. These runes and their associated arrays block the Dagon, and any elemental energy will be directly sucked away and transformed into shackles.

If a little mana is taken from Soul Spirit's middle realm, it is indeed possible for Dagon to start a mana cycle, and then use the "theoretical strongest" cycle speed to compete with the shackles for elemental energy. It's just that the movement of doing so is too great for the elf jailer to be impossible to detect. As long as they issue a command, the Dagon can be chopped up with the sword array. And shackled, Dagon couldn't make sudden movements, so he couldn't attack the two elven jailers. He thought about it carefully and decided to be obediently and honestly for the time being.

Walking three hundred meters along the passage, they passed a total of thirteen cells on both sides. Since he doesn't know what's going on at the other end of the corridor, Dagon doesn't know how many people are detained here or how many people can be detained. The elf jailer took him into an elevator, made him stand in the corner and closed it with an iron fence, and then the jailer stood on the opposite corner of the elevator and activated the device.

The elevator runs slowly, and the figurines return to the corridor along the track to continue patrolling. The elevator shafts are covered with the same sealed stone walls as the cells, and it seems that there is no loophole in the work of isolating the natural elements. Fresh air and weak energy come from above the shaft, which is the core area of the entire prison.

"Why can't I see through the darkness?" Dagon lifts the head, squinting. "It's better than being in a cell, and I can see about six meters away. Is dark vision still related to mana, are the shackles blocking my vision?"

"Whatever you think, we You won't answer such questions." The elf jailer said, "But you're different from us. If you don't answer the questions well, you'll be tortured."

"So is there a reward for answering well? Yes? Let me out?" Dagon smiled contemptuously and said, "Now all I can think about is how to kill you two and get out of here."

"Every prisoner thinks that way. , I can tell by the look in your eyes." The elf jailer said with a blank face, "But there is indeed a reward for answering the question well, and it can make your food better."

The food is better than leaving here. better. Dagon stood firmly in the elevator, remembering his surroundings. He ascended about a hundred meters, and the elevator shaft finally came to an end. Chains lifted them to level with the new ground, and what looked like an Underground City fort was finally no longer a structure of sealed stone walls.

The air is much cleaner and the natural elements are quite rich, but you can smell it but not touch it. Dagon noticed that he was rising from an eight-meter-square well, and beside the well was a thick manhole cover that was controlled by a mechanism and could be closed at any time. It was a steel manhole cover more than one meter thick, and it was pressed directly on the wellhead, so no one could really push it open.

The two jailers took Dagon out of the elevator shaft room and walked down the oil lamp-lit stone road next door to the interrogation room—so convenient. In this short section of the road, Dagon tried his best to look all around, it was all elves. Men and women, old and young, all wore unmarked gray robes. Dagon looked familiar to one of the elves. He seemed to have seen him somewhere, but for a while he wanted to do not raise. With this kind of doubt, he was held by the elves and sat on a wooden chair. In the locking device of the armrest of the chair and the floor.

At this time, the ground started to shimmer, circles of red lines surrounded the Dagon layer by layer, and there were hundreds of array runes between the lines. That is, at this time, Dagon could not smell "fresh air", and his contact with the natural elements was blocked layer by layer. This time was the most serious.

The surroundings dimmed, but the light was not dimmed, but Dagon's vision was suppressed, and he could only see a small area inside the three-meter-diameter red circle. It's silent outside, it seems that the sound is also blocked? This is the feeling of an absolute black house, Dagon took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"I thought you were used to it." A vague silhouette walked into the red circle with a vague voice, and his body was hazy, like being shrouded in thick fog all the time. Judging from his size, he should be a thin elf, wearing a gray robe. Dagon tried to see his face, but he could only see the thick darkness of the boundless under the hood, as if his body was a ghost.

“You’ll never get used to jail time,” Dagon said. “Are you in charge of interrogating me? Then ask. When you ask, by the way, tell me what kind of reward I can get, and I will Consider it as appropriate."

"Dagon Olison Neil, what spell did you use to defeat the palace guards?"

Dagon pursed his lips and shook his head slowly: "What's the benefit? ?"

"Less beatings, less flesh wounds, and less chance of making you suffer?" said the elf, "Dagon, do you think you have the right to bargain?"

"No, I'm under your complete control now, and I'm really not qualified to make you agree to anything. But..." Dagon said: "I'm still willing to cooperate, so I answer: I used the Illusion Technique spell to defeat the royal guard. ."

"That's like saying nothing," said the elf.

"If you want to beat me, you can always find a reason, but it's a waste of time." Dagon said: "Mages are all about efficiency. Although you have a long life, you can't do it. A roasted pork knuckle, browned and steaming hot. Give it to me and I'll tell."

"You're so spineless!"

Dagon shook his head and said, " I was thinking, you must have deboned the pork knuckle when you brought it to me, so it is obvious who has no bones. Do you agree or not? If you say no, then you go to ask for instructions. Can this information be changed? It's not important to get to the elbow, the important thing is to see if you elves have the bones to speak their minds. Credit is the spine of an adult elves, is this your famous saying?"

"Who told you that we are Elf?" The silhouette laughed and said, "But if you want pork knuckle, I can promise you, because I have the final say."

(end of this chapter)