Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 282

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 282]

Scary, terrifying, but also Ciel’s favorite moment.

He moved forward, and further forward, the blade was under great pressure, the four semi-demonized dark elves went all out, and every step Ciel took, he felt that he was fighting against the mountains and rivers of Wanjun.

Even through the masks, it was impossible to see how twisted their faces were.

But he still moved forward steadily, taking half a step, one step, two steps.

Just as he was about to get closer, Essilon couldn’t help but stop, shocked by the strength of Ciel.

A charr and four dark elves fought against each other, and the strength actually made the four dark elves start to retreat. Their bodies trembled obviously, and the four silver odd-shaped long knives wailed together. fight against.

They felt even more nervous, and several dark elves comprehended, retreated together, and at the same time retracted their long knives, and did not dare to continue wrestling with Ciel.

“We’re together—” one of the dark elves shouted.

Before they could regroup, Ciel launched a pursuit.

He stabbed through the chest of the dark elf on the far left, then drew his knife and slashed towards the neck of the second dark elf, cutting his head directly from the neck, spinning his head, and smashed into the wall.

The third dark elf turned around and ran away. The fourth dark elf was slashed by Ciel at the earliest. Now his movements are a little slow, and he has no time to react.

Ding!

The lotus and the odd-shaped long knife collide.

“Go to hell!” Esilon finally arrived, ready to attack.

“Don’t worry.” Hejagesen stepped forward slowly, holding a shield to block Ashion, “Your opponent is me.”

Ciel withdrew the knife and then slashed towards the dark elf’s face. The dark elf tried to resist, but Ciel was skilled. The lotus originally pointed to the top of the dark elf’s face, and then moved delicately and suddenly in the air, instantly stabbing at its belly. Unable to react, he was stabbed in the stomach, and he immediately hunched over in pain, unable to hold the weapon.

Seizing the moment, Ciel stabbed him in the chest, cut through his heart, and kicked him down again.

Finally, looking at the fleeing dark elf, Ciel released the blade light spell, and a silver light quickly formed and cut out, smashing the back of the dark elf deserter’s head, severing his head, and the blood and brains were pumped out from the damaged helmet. .

“Gah—” Esilon saw the four dark elves all fall down in just a few breaths, frowned, continued to deform, his face completely turned into a demon image, and screamed at Hejgagson.

The sharp demon howls echoed in the dungeon, and Hejgagson didn’t change his face.

He swung a heavy warhammer, and slammed it into Ethilon, breaking his chest.

Asilon’s sternum collapsed, he fell straight and fell back, and Hejgagson raised his warhammer high again.

“Don’t kill me–” Asilon’s face changed back to a human appearance, hesitating in fear, “Don’t kill me! I have a lot of information to tell you Murong Nan!”

Hejageson smashed the war hammer, and smashed the bridge of the nose and the facial bones together, smashing the bones, head, face and brain into a chaotic pool, like a lump of flesh and blood, and it was impossible to tell what it was originally.

So, restore the silence.

Ciel rushed over to help Vagelia, her face was pale, and her throat kept bleeding.

Looking at Ciel’s face, she burst into tears, trying to make a sound but had no strength.

“Is there any help?” Charles felt a little nervous.

“She won’t die.” Hejagesen squatted beside Vajlia, took out the bandages and wound medicine in his backpack, and helped her stop the bleeding, “If the artery in the throat is cut, the blood will spray to the ceiling, But you see, there was only a little blood.”

Ciel couldn’t help but look back at Ashion’s body.

Have been dominated by Vagelia for such a long time that even at such a time, he did not have the courage to cut through her neck?

This is… not the consciousness of being the ultimate villain.

Hejagesen carefully stopped the bleeding, and Vageria paled and fainted, but she still had a breath to keep her from dying on the spot.

The screams of Asilon have caused too much movement before, and Ciel estimates that other disaster walkers will come down to check soon, and maybe the most terrifying giant-winged demon will also arrive.

Thinking of this, he picked up Vagelia and hurriedly walked away, hiding in the depths of the prison, and went to other deserted cells.

They got into a place similar to a torture chamber, with a larger space and still-burning torches.

Ciel saw exquisite torture instruments made of dwarf craftsmanship. On a long marble platform, Ciel saw bone saws used to cut hands and feet, meat hooks, eye-gouging knives, barbs that pierced eardrums, giant scissors, Metal drills like spirals, and serrated knives in various sizes.

The use of these torture tools on any individual would be excruciatingly painful.

Ciel couldn’t help recalling the time when he was tortured by Charlotte, and he still felt a dull pain in his hands and feet in retrospect.

He pushed the torture tools away and put Vagelia on the table.

Looking at the surrounding iron beds and iron frames, they are all rusted, and there are iron restraints that can be tightly closed at the four positions of the hands and feet. They are covered with dark brown marks left by the blood drying up over time, densely packed, and mottled with rust. Staggered, it is easy to recall the horror experience of those prisoners.

He was pressed on the bed by the dwarf, his hands and feet were fixed, and then he was at the mercy of the dwarf.

“Dwarves torture prisoners too,” said Ciel.

“This is not torture,” Hejgsen said quickly, “it is a necessary interrogation, and some valuable information must be obtained from the prisoners and prisoners, otherwise…”

“Wait a minute, compared to this,” said Ciel, “there’s one thing I’m more concerned about, why do you feel grossly offended when I mention ‘dwarves also practice slave trade’ and ‘dwarves also torture prisoners’ , and vigorously defend it?”

“…I think it’s some sort of slur, instinctively.”

“But obviously you do things like that, and you should admit that it’s an objective part of dwarven society.”

“There’s no need to go on about this,” Heigagson said stubbornly. “Whatever we do, it’s for a bigger and better goal.”

“Well.” Ciel nodded, “is this ‘bigger and better target’ your own, or your fortress’s, or your patriarch’s? All of you agreed to enslave other races, take prisoners of war for sale, and Treat prisoners in a very cruel way? Do you all agree that some dwarves should stay away from the fortress headquarters and be stationed in remote fortresses for hundreds of years? Have you ever thought that all this is actually…”

“Okay!” Heggerson sighed, “I don’t know, brother, I really don’t know. Thinking about these things gives me a headache, don’t make me think about it.”

“It’s fine,” Ciel said, “I’m just talking about it casually. In fact, there are things that are thousands of times more outrageous than this in our human society. If I talk to you in detail, it’s you, not me, who are confused. ”

Chapter 355 Unforgettable Landscape

After the injury, Vageria began to develop a high fever.

Her forehead was hot to the touch, as was the rest of her body, and Ciel was worried for her, her whole body afflicted with pain.

The medicine Hejageson brought can only treat trauma, while Vageria’s pain comes from within, and I can’t heal…

The treatment she received was very simple and not enough to completely free her from the shadow of death.

“You’re too nervous.” Hejgagson comforted, “You two will be fine.”

Charles sat on the cold marble platform.

“I can’t watch her die,” he said.

“It’s nothing,” said Heiggson. “We’ve done what we can, and she’s nothing more than a dark elf, not our ally or our partner.”

This is the torture room of the underground prison. In order to ensure that the prisoners and the tortured prisoners live well, there should be medicines stored nearby. I have to find some supplies that I can use. Even if I don’t have them, I can bring back some water and food.

Charles thought to himself.

“I don’t like sitting.” He jumped off the rock platform, “You take care of her for a while, and I’ll go out and find some medicine.”

“No no,” Hejgsen quickly stopped, “It is very dangerous outside, there may be Disaster Walkers patrolling, I am more familiar with the dwarf fortress, let me go.”

“I know in my heart that I won’t be killed,” Ciel said. “The only one who threatens me here is that giant-winged, powerful weapon-wielding Disaster Walker. As long as he doesn’t catch up, it’s easy to say.”

“What if? If it comes down to investigate, you will be very dangerous.” Hejagesen was disturbed, and there was worry in his small eyes.

“Yeah, if it came, wouldn’t it be easy for you to be killed, I have a good chance of surviving.” Ciel said, “Don’t worry about me, I will definitely come back well.”

“Hey…” Hejgagsen climbed up the rock platform and guarded Wageria’s side, “I hate dark elves…”

Ciel nodded to him, then left the torture room, bent over and sneaked without making any sound, while retrieving the surrounding supplies.

He entered the corridor and passed through one cell after another. After a while, he saw the stairs going up. There were still torches shining there. It seemed to lead to a more important place, but there was also some rustling. Devil Imps are there tinkering with things.

Ciel held his breath, clenched the lotus, and carefully groped up the stairs to the upper corridor of the prison.

There are no more prison cells here. Instead, there are wooden doors. The dwarves have built a number of larger rooms in the mountain, which should be where the prison administrators live. The warehouse and medical room should also be here.

But the bad thing is that there are nearly ten demon imps roaming here.

“Wow!”

“Ouch scum!”

“Quack!” The devil kid looked around, holding the best weapons he could find, bricks, sticks, and stones.

There are also imps dragging dwarven weapons, such as broad-bladed swords and warhammers made of brass or dark iron.

These things were too heavy for them, and a kid gritted his teeth and kept making noises in order to drag the dwarf sledgehammer he found.

, the hammer dragged and rubbed on the ground, rustling.

This is tricky.

Of course, using the shadow spell can make them unaware, but keeping the shadows all the way to search these rooms is undoubtedly very laborious, and the loss of the soul is also very large.

The goblins are terribly noisy and timid. If they fight to the death, they can be cleaned up at will, but as long as one goblin runs away, it will make a loud noise along the way, alarming everyone, including the mighty giant-winged demon. .

The faceless demon before was enough for me to fight, and a giant-winged demon on the same level as it is certainly not easy to compete with.

Um……

Having said that, the devil kid is also easy to deceive, and his intelligence is estimated to be similar to that of a child, or even worse. He only knows that he rushes forward and runs away when he sees other kid falling down.

It’s not okay to go up and slash and kill every time, you must make full use of the enemy’s weaknesses, so to speak…

A plan gradually emerged in Ciel’s mind.

He returned to the lower prison and slammed the wall with his knife, making a series of clanking noises, which were not loud, but just enough for the little devils near the entrance of the upper stairs to hear.

“Quack?”

“Gah, gah, gah!”

“Wow!”

Hearing the sound of barefoot running from above, Ciel realized that the goblins had come down, and immediately chanted a shadow spell in a low voice, turned into a shadow, and went to the upper floor.

In the shadow state, the vision is limited, the world is compressed into a straight line, and you can barely see some black and red brilliance passing by him, it is estimated that it is those little ghosts who are investigating down.

His mastery of shadow spells has become more and more skilled, and he has surpassed various restrictions and soon came to the upper prison.

Ciel crawled into a room before crawling out of the shadows.

He looked around, here…

It is an archive-like place, surrounded by four large bookcases juxtaposed, with many parchment scrolls inside, which record the prisoners’ files, all bound with ropes, and each shelf is marked with the date, charr. Taking a quick glance, it can be traced back as far as 300 years ago, in the year 135 of the Second Era, which is probably when the prison was completed.

There is also a desk here, the parchment is spread out, and the quill and inkwell have been hastily thrown away. It is estimated that the fortress was attacked while the dwarf clerk was working, and the files were left before they could be sorted out.

Ciel stepped up and took a look, only to see a few lines of description:

“Retention time: 94th Star Cold Moon 1434 / 15th Winter Moon 2E 482

Prisoner’s Name: Aikung Gul Hungbeard

Basic Information: 145 year old male, 4″3′, 122 lbs, Crowlook Rock Tower Post, approximately 95 years on the job.

Prisoner’s reason: Openly spread excessive doubts, and after the first warning, used a sarcastic tone to discuss the status quo with four other companions.

Prison time: unlimited.

Reference suggestion: excavate the fourth area of the head in the torture room, obtain the sixth brain structure fragment, and recover it from the patriarch for analysis of anomalies.

Falsified death reports by myself, claiming to have been eaten by the Lord of Worms on patrol.

Its body is handled by a jailer who has worked for less than 10 years, and is thrown into the snow-melting well water pipe during the rest time.

After the jailer completes his work, he should be specially transferred to the patriarch immediately and return at least 2 weeks later.

Remark:

① Personally suggest that all dwarves who have worked for more than 70 years should be transferred to the patriarch in rotation for at least 1 week

[End of This Chapter]