George leaned over slightly and carefully observed the sandy ground covered with footprints. It was not difficult to find that although the footprints entering this square were deep or shallow, large or small, in the end, these footprints were all They gathered under the same podium, and then, under the command of the black-clad guard on the podium, they worked very hard to line up, one team after another, one row after another.
Then, the trail branched off in three directions.
left middle right.
"Let's start from the left first."
The steps on the left are more regular and the footprints are deeper.
Some steps are powerful, maybe warriors, maybe druids;
Some steps are extremely light, maybe they are elf hunters, maybe they are assassins.
There is no doubt that here are all young and middle-aged elves, and all of them are effective forces with good combat effectiveness.
After experiencing the sudden fire, are they okay now?
George, who was so worried, walked quickly along the direction of the footsteps for a few steps. Soon, he reached the end——
An art gallery full of works of art, an art salon that no elf can refuse.
"Only elves can understand the true value of art."
——At the entrance of the salon, a row of Elvish words wrote.
Go inside, famous paintings, music scores, sculptures, biographies...
There is everything you need to see.
However, the Black Guards invited these elves to the Heretic Trial Temple just to entertain them to appreciate art?
Laughing to death, isn’t this a weasel paying New Year greetings to a rooster? It’s not a good intention!
"Captain, as you expected, we found it."
What did you find?
The vampires found the evaporated bottle of sleeping potion hiding under the vase;
The vampires found poison powder mixed in tea bags;
The vampires found secret doors hidden under murals and walls;
The vampires found various instruments of torture and shackles inside the secret door;
The vampires found blood-stained cages of different sizes;
The vampires found the lifting holes, hooks and machine axles hidden in the ceiling for lifting the cage;
The vampires found a secret passage to transport the cage to the outside;
The vampires found a transfer station disguised as a farm outside the secret passage;
The vampires found the caravan belonging to the hunting group and the traces of wheels extending in all directions;
The only ones not found were the elves.
Where are they now?
"The wheel marks are still very new. They probably just left here a few days ago."
George's uncontrollable imagination allowed him to clearly simulate the cruel methods used by the black guards, from drugging them into coma, to being tortured and imprisoned, and finally to transporting the elven slaves out of the country one car after another.
Thinking of this, George felt stars in his eyes uncontrollably. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists fiercely, and took deep breaths many times to let the choking smoke cover up the anger that was about to burst out of his chest. The anger and anxiety slowly relaxed.
After all, George is not the only one in this world who carries the burden of saving elf slaves. The secret guards trained by the Elf King are active in every corner of the plane, ready to save their compatriots at any time.
As long as you are alive, there is hope.
"Go back to the square, there is nothing here."
Returning to the original starting point of the square, this time George chose the middle road. The steps on this path are messy, and the footprints are deep and shallow. Although the size of the steps and footprints on the middle path are very confusing compared to the uniform young adults on the left, George can also accurately determine that this is a group of teenagers to middle-aged people. The path traveled by ordinary elves in old age.
"Only by working hard can you create your own wealth."
——On the banner above the road, a row of elvish words read.
So, where does this road lead?
The flickering firelight followed the footsteps, leading George and his party forward.
After crossing countless thresholds and fences, crossing countless simple dormitories, and passing through countless empty rooms that had long been abandoned, the sight illuminated by fire suddenly became clear.
Waiting for the end point of George and his party is a huge underground cave. To be precise, it is a man-made underground cave that leads to the red scale lake outside.
What are the black guards doing here digging a cave?
No, before this question, George must first ask, where have the elves gone?
There is a spell written in Elvish hanging at the entrance of the cave. The spell is effective in diving into the water for a short time. In the workshop next to the cave, there are piles of inferior hammers and shovels as high as a mountain. You can smell the smell seeping into the cracks on the wooden handles. There are bloodstains on the surface of the cave, and the surface of the cave is full of pits. Occasionally, broken limbs of elves that have long since rotted can be found in the rubble.
There are still loads of gravel on the track of the cave that have not been pushed out in time, the smell of blood still lingers in the air, and there are still many fresh broken limbs floating on the water.
Countless evidence points to a conclusion: these ordinary elves were enslaved here, the elves were forced to do hard labor here, and, not long ago, a massacre occurred here!
I took a moment to observe the severed arms. Different from the corpses that had sunk to the bottom of the water and had completely turned into bones, these severed limbs were still fresh. The surface skin soaked in the lake water only had slight wrinkles, and the muscle fibers at the fractures were still there. Blood was constantly leaking out. Through these clues and taking a few blood samples for blood reading review, George further deduced the exact time of the massacre——
Two hours ago, probably not long after George completely defeated the black guard.
Perhaps knowing that there was no way to save the day, the black-clothed guards decided to completely destroy the corpses and burn down the Heretic Trial Temple.
The order to clear them out began. While these ordinary elves were unaware and still working hard, the black-clad supervisors who were guarding them attacked them from behind.
Perhaps because the black-clad guards were too impatient, their massacre was soon discovered by other elves. Fear and chaos spread like a plague. The elves fled in all directions, and the black-clad guards chased and beat them fiercely. These stumps and broken arms This was the ironclad evidence left behind by the elves after they accidentally dodged the fatal first knife in their panic.
But, where did the bodies of the elves go?
After a little tracking with detection magic, the answer appeared before his eyes - underwater.
However, after George's detection magic only penetrated a few meters under the water, it was as if it had hit an iron wall and could no longer penetrate at all.
Seal, an extremely powerful seal!
What is hidden behind this seal?
What is hidden in this artificially dug channel at the bottom of the lake?
"Hellfire. Change! Laser puncture!"
After a while of accumulating strength, a high-temperature ray shaped like a laser cannon suddenly penetrated the bottom of the water and slammed into the seal at the bottom of the lake.
Suddenly, the small water pool, which was not too deep, was directly steamed into water vapor by the sudden high temperature. Several vampire men who were closer to the water pool were unable to dodge and were scalded by the water vapor.
However, until 30% of the magic power in George's body evaporated, the only achievement of this destructive laser was to lift the veil of the small water pool, revealing the huge rock wall door under the water, and leaving a message on it as shallow as a tourist's "Go here" Just a normal scratch.
This type of laser puncture is already the spell with the highest single-target attack power that George currently has at his disposal. He has never had the opportunity to use it due to the long forward swing. Now it seems that this rock wall gate is by no means an ordinary thing that can be easily removed by violent disassembly.
"Let's go."
Seeing the water of the Red Scale Lake continuously overflowing into the small pool along the cracks in the rock wall gate, and after briefly estimating the time it would take to forcibly dismantle the rock wall gate, George finally decided to give up the idea of exploring the seal in depth for the time being.
Until this moment, he slightly regretted that he did not bring three warriors or saints from the Pelada Empire. This seal is made of very strong light elements. Whenever one of the three is here, it can be greatly accelerated. Unlock the secret.
After putting down the seal, looking back, George and his party continued to move forward, heading deeper from the branch road at the edge of the mine.
"Only by accepting the punishment piously can the Forest Goddess forgive your sins."
——On the signboard of the branch road, a row of Elvish words said this.
At the end of his sight, George could see several rows of unexplored buildings. However, when he stood in front of these buildings, George once again felt his blood rising and his breathing short.
When some doors were opened, they were filled with common and unusual execution tools - nooses, guillotines, iron maidens, etc. Even if you don't deliberately get close, the smell of blood seeping into the bone marrow in every corner of the room will put people off;
When the doors of some rooms are opened, the floor is filled with all kinds of unsightly, dehumanizing torture instruments that should never appear in the world. Taking out any one of them will leave a lifelong psychological shadow on the humanoid women;
When some doors are opened, what comes into view is a room only one square meter in size.
Is it a storage room? George immediately rejected this guess for no other reason than that the floor of this room, which was only one square meter in size, was covered with deep shoe prints of various sizes.
"This is... the punishment room?!"
Sometimes, just a few simple shoe prints on the ground and the marks left by constant friction between clothes and walls are enough to understand many things, many cruel things——
Three or four adult elves were forced to stand together in the same room. In this room where they could not move their hands, legs, and had no light from all sides, they had to stand for a day or even two without sleep. The only sound that could be heard was, There was only the sound of the elf beside him gradually weakening and stopping breathing.
What a desperate execution this is!
George just briefly felt the experience of the elves in this punishment room, and the fainting suffocation forcefully interrupted his imagination.
"The execution room, the adjustment room, the punishment room...this is hell!"
