I don't know if there is too much tacit understanding or too little tacit understanding. The two of them happened to be subconsciously biased to the left and the other to the right, and they fainted into face-to-face.

Kevin: "..."

It was damp and cold in the dungeon, and Kevin was still wearing the outfit that Osved had forcibly put on him. Although it was better than the old rag-like clothes, it had absolutely nothing to do with "protecting against the cold". So the phrase "Why are your hands so cold" asked by Osved is just bullshit, more than just his hands, his whole body is cold!

It was because of the cold that Osved's hot breath hit his skin more clearly.

He was obviously getting goosebumps.

Kevin gave a "tsk" in his heart, saying that he really can't stand people being too close to me, it's too weird.

He couldn't help frowning. He lifted one of his eyelids and glanced at him, only to see Osved also half-opened his eyes with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to say something but had to hold back. He probably also felt that the shape was not too awkward. happy.

As soon as the wind in the aisle fell, footsteps sounded, both light and heavy, and more than one person came.

The movement of changing positions was a bit loud, and Kevin couldn't take any chances, so he could only continue to sway like this.

Who knows that under such circumstances, Osved still opened his mouth not afraid of death.

Judging from the dark history of His Majesty the Emperor when he was a child, he was so arrogant that he was full of courage.

Kevin gave him a warning look, only to see that he just moved his mouth and didn't say anything.

From the mouth, he is asking Kevin: "Does it hurt?"

Kevin rolled his eyes, what is there to say?

Osved: ​​"Seeing you in pain makes me feel better."

Kevin: "..." Are you free?

Just when he was dumbfounded by the childish behavior of the young emperor, the footsteps in the aisle had already walked from the other end of the dungeon to this end.

His expression faded, and he closed his eyes immediately.

"Aren't you awake yet?" A gruff voice rang from the door. There was a sand-like fricative in his voice, which no one except the Sand Ghost family could make out.

"Before throwing it into the dungeon, I gave each of them some medicine. It can pour the amount of a giant wild boar of Juta. Normal people will definitely not be able to hold it, and it is estimated that they will not be able to wake up tonight." A slightly shrill voice replied.

Kevin: "..." Better than a wild boar, I don't know if it's a compliment or a curse.

The sand ghost threw something out, and with a "ding" sound, it sounded like a glass container, "That's right, this is what you want, you can pick someone here to try it out and see the effect for yourself."

The sharp voice complimented: "The effect has been seen, otherwise they would not be lying here."

Kevin's thoughts moved——

The one who can make them lie here is the sand ghost in the skin. Now, according to the words of these two people, the sand ghost's "whoever touches whoever will die" is not a common phenomenon, but it is with their hands. something related?

But if it was such a crucial thing, would sand ghost be easily used by people in North Emerald Country?

"Don't talk nonsense, try it quickly, I'll go back to the desert if there's no problem, the lord is urging." Sand ghost's voice was slowly impatient and arrogant.

A sharp voice said: "Are you going back now? Your Majesty urged me to entertain you well, at least a grand farewell banquet, or your Majesty will definitely blame me when he is sick."

The sand ghost was even more impatient: "No need, we'll leave tonight."

In such a hurry to go?

Leaving the good things for North Emerald Country, and returning to the desert without seeing what kind of turmoil it will stir up, is not in line with the usual arrogant style of Sand Ghost.

Kevin was a little puzzled, but he quickly realized that the rainy season was coming.

It is already May, and the end of the foggy season in the dense forests of Andorha in the east means that the largest and longest rainy season in the entire continent is coming, and it will only take two or three days before and after. Sand ghosts have always been afraid of water and hate dampness, so they can only obediently nest in the western desert during the rainy season.

This is also the reason why they cannot completely suppress other races and occupy the entire continent.

This is a well-known weakness, and sand ghost didn't hide it, he smiled slightly mockingly: "This bottle is enough for you to control, the rainy season lasts for four months, which is too long for us, we can do a lot. It's over, I hope that when we return to the mainland, we can see that you have achieved everything, and don't forget to make an agreement with us."

"How come." The sharp voice laughed. He seemed to rub his hands together and thought about it: "Then let me try it first? Let me pick one..."

He dragged his tail, his soles rubbing against the damp ground of the dungeon, as if he was turning around to look at each cell, hesitating which unlucky man to choose.

Kevin heard him take two steps in this direction, his breathing heavy with excitement almost touching the door of the cell: "How about Golden Lion Country?"

He tapped the glass bottle lightly with his fingers, as if thinking.

Sand ghost probably couldn't stand such a grumpy character, he clicked his tongue, and said, "Come on, but I remind you in advance that this thing is not easy to control, and don't shake your hand, if the bottle is shaken, all your efforts will be lost. You were kneeling and crying."

Hearing what he said, the sharp voice seemed to be a little more cautious. He took two steps back and turned to the opposite cell, "Then try the one here first. It's a small sacrifice from the Spiritual Race. It doesn't matter if it fails."

Kevin heard a soft thud over there, followed by a breathless silence.

Just when his twisted neck started to feel sore, a sharp voice suddenly whispered: "Come here, stand up!"

Kevin: "..." Haven't seen anyone stand in eight hundred lifetimes? It was such a shock.

Of course he knew that the so-called standing up of the sharp voice was not so simple. He should have used the contents of the bottle on the little Eldar priest, and the effect was good.

"Is he conscious?" the sharp voice asked.

sand ghost: "Of course, otherwise how to disguise."

It seems to be the same as the heavy armored cavalry before, borrowing the skin to disguise as the main lord.

After thinking about it in his heart, Kevin almost understood the intention of North Emerald Country. If the contents in the bottle can have this effect, then if you want to deal with which race, you can arrest a few people to change the skin.

If you are a soldier, you can go back and mess with the army; if you are a person in the court, you can approach the high-ranking person; if you have directly caught a big and important person such as a person in power, it will be more convenient! It can be replaced without bloodshed!

Where the hell did this sorcery come from? Kevin was puzzled.

"Will you still be obedient if you are conscious? Let him strangle the other one to death." The sharp voice whispered darkly.

sand ghost: "The bottle is in your hand."

"Oh, then I'll try—you, go and break his neck." The sharp voice lowered his voice, and it sounded soft and sinister, very vicious.

"Okay." An unfamiliar voice replied, it should be the sacrifice of the Spirit Race who was topped.

After a while, I heard the crunch of the bones, and the high-pitched voice said with excitement: "Okay, okay, great."

Sand ghost asked: "Now know the effect? ​​It feels good to try it yourself? There are so many people in the dungeon, you can do whatever you want. I should go back after I finish my work. The sky was already gloomy when I came here."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a whistling sound in the corridor, and it quickly returned to silence.

The sharp voice did not move for a long time, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he murmured with a sigh: "Okay."

Kevin: "..." Sounds like a pervert.

The sharp voice's footsteps hesitated for a while, and finally came to Kevin and the others. The aisle in the dungeon is not wide, and it is pasted to the door in a few steps.

Kevin could feel the man reaching out through the door, fingers coming closer to him.

The ghost knows if there is anything weird in his hand.

With his head turned sideways, the man could only see the back of Kevin's head.

Relying on the safety of the viewing angle, Kevin opened his eyelids slightly, only to find that Osved was half-closed eyes, motionless over his shoulders, staring at the location of the cell door.

Kevin: "..."

When he saw such a situation suddenly, he was shocked. But the shrill voice didn't find it, and don't know if it was too excited or what.

Just when Kevin was holding his breath, Osved's eyes were wide open, and his whole body jumped up like a leopard. Kevin immediately understood, and turned his head and slapped him. Hearing the crisp sound of "pop", Kevin's slap slapped on the high-pitched wrist, his fingers softened, and a glass bottle in his palm rolled to the ground.

At the same time, Osved had already dashed past Kevin to the door of the cell, grabbing Squealer's neck, twisting and tugging.

boom

The screeching head slammed hard against the metal gate, and blood came from the knock.

A tall and thin figure suddenly came out of the opposite cell and rushed towards this side. He was wearing a white linen robe, quite like a shroud, swept away like a dead ghost. You don't need to look at the aesthetics of this costume to know that it's from the Spirit Race.

That hooded sacrificial!

At a critical juncture, Kevin didn't forget the lesson he had learned before. After the heavily armored cavalry was punctured, the sand ghost who jumped out would die.

He picked up the long sword hanging from the sharp voice's waist, and pushed the sharp voice forward, just colliding with the screaming sacrifice.

At the moment of the collision, Kevin raised his hand and it was a sword, fast and ruthless.

And Osved picked up the glass bottle that was rolling on the ground and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

In the blink of an eye, the sacrificed priest stopped his momentum with a loud shout from Osved, and at the same time, Kevin's long sword stabbed in from the back of the high-pitched voice and came out of his chest. In his heart, he stabbed the two of them directly.

bingo!

Years of experience with sand ghosts have made Kevin practice his ability to kill with one hand. With this sword down, he clearly knew that Sand Ghost's heart had been pierced.

A shrill and gruff trombone sounded, and Osved threw Kevin away without saying a word.

The entire skin of the pierced Eldar priest burst open, the sand scattered and splashed everywhere, but those that splashed towards Kevin and the others were all blocked by the body with a sharp voice.

Kevin was thrown by Osved into a corner away from the cell door, and watched as the screeching sound collapsed from the ground up, turning into a puddle of sand on the ground.

With such a big movement in the dungeon, the guards at the gate would be dead if they didn't come.

The two stood up, smashed the keyhole of the cell door, and went straight to the next door, smashing Mio's cell door as well.

"Fuck me! Hey - wake up! Don't pretend to be dead!" Mio jumped up, took the metal rod and stabbed his ankle with great effort, while pushing and shoving the same cell. The three giant orcs.

The sound of the metal armor colliding and rubbing sounded one after another, and the noisy voices came from the other side of the aisle-obviously, the guards rushed in!

Damn, it sounded loud.

Mio's hand trembled as he poked the keyhole: "..."

Osved: ​​"Has that idiot Sapir immortalized the entire city's army to guard this prison?!"

Mio had a pill expression on his face: "How likely is it that I slap myself down and get out of my angry eyes?"

Kevin: "Hehe, stop dreaming."