Chapter 55 (1/2)

The year of the south wind - North Land - mage farm - Night - hr1380

As recorded in all legends and stories.

Mages, lichs and Demons all live in the deep underground palace and lock all the people persecuted by evil in the evil dungeon outside the underground palace.

This is the third floor under the mage tower, the weapons storage military area on the first floor, the parts processing area on the second floor, and the third floor is the mage's gene experiment area.

This is a deep blue stone dungeon, with eternal magic torches inserted every few meters. Such torches illuminate a small space of several square meters and disperse a bit of fear in this evil and dark place.

Looking forward from the intersection of the dungeon, the dotted flames are lined up in two rows, straight to the sky, and the vision can not see the end. Even the mage himself can't count how many creatures he has captured and imprisoned through the adventurers, slave mending regiments and goblins he has served for himself in recent years.

Some experimental objects have died, but more have multiplied the mage's offspring by means of test tubes, struggling in this hopeless hell.

Here is the culture of the world, here is the glorious tradition of mages, and here is the representative of the world, the dungeon.

The kingdom of terror ruled by master Chen Lai steel Dyson and the kingdom of despair ruled by him.

Chen Lai. Steel Daisen walked in his country as usual, and his footsteps echoed powerfully in the dungeon with bluestones.

The sound was like a panic signal, and the quiet cells on both sides of the corridor made all kinds of hoarse struggle and the friction of iron chains.

He held prisoners because of fear or anger, or just pure madness, trying to attract the attention of the comer, even if he died immediately. They desperately make noise, even if it is only a glimmer of hope, they also want to escape from this desperate hell, inhuman hell, a hell more evil than hell.

”Master, I've always wanted to ask you a question.” Maria 3000 flew to the mage's face and asked.

”Come on, you usually hold back your curiosity,” the mage replied as he walked to the destination area.

”Here, the red haired Arturo, the warrior with the holy sword or something, won't rush in suddenly?” said Maria 3000 with a twitch in the corner of her mouth.

The goblin from the high-tech world glanced curiously at the cell on the left, experimental body 37.