Walk into the secret passage.
The creaking iron bars closed behind him.
Freedom and hope were isolated, and coldness and oppression came over him.
The two indifferent [Dungeon Guards] were responsible for welcoming him. They had strange braids and tattoos all over their exposed muscles.
"I thought I would see Stephen."
The guards did not answer.
He just reminded Ken to be careful, and then led the way without saying a word. As a mercenary of the Hundred Objects Rack, he was unwilling to reveal, let alone guess the whereabouts of the leader.
The wind blowing from the end of the secret passage was full of stench.
Every few steps, an iron candlestick was nailed to the wall at a height that the prisoners could not reach.
It has been in disrepair for many years, and almost all of it is crooked, with occasional defects. The mottled bricks are stained with blood, and the intermittent firelight illuminates the empty corridor.
"Well, Stephen really can't come to such a place."
Ken walked in the middle of the team.
The building carved out of the mountain was not flat, with food scraps and excrement flowing freely in the cracks. The prison cells were tightly dug into the cracks of the stone, and the strange-shaped fences separated them.
"Will all prisoners of war be locked up in such a place? The size of the room is random, depending on the mood and luck of the employer."
"It also depends on strength."
The garrison replied.
He punched the room next to him, and the prisoner inside stretched out his bloody and nailed palm to fight back, and the roar exposed his orc blood.
"Look, kill your roommate and you can have a single room."
The black-skinned maid came up and raised her head. When she was about to speak, the two guards turned their heads and shut up.
"The guys who can trade meat seeds are basically not presentable, and the custody conditions are very poor. Mr. Stephen is already looking for professionals, and the hundred-thing rack will take over this place completely."
The black-skinned maid narrated lightly.
Of course, these words were all instructed by her blood master.
Stephen judged from the actions of rescuing the orphan and treating the blacksmith kindly that Ken was a very emotional person.
The slave trade was very gloomy, and some... not very kind scenes might affect the friendship between the two sides, so he specifically asked his subordinates to explain a few more words.
"War is inevitable in the North."
The black-skinned maid relayed without emotion.
"If the captives can be traded, more lives can be saved. There is only so much we can do."
Ken smiled back and did not show any discomfort.
He had seen corpses and blood, and he knew that such guys who could survive the war and even retain their fighting power would definitely not be simple.
Picking and choosing among the thugs was the purpose of his trip.
There was no way, there was a shortage of people.
"The Hundred Items Rack will provide services for the guests," the black-skinned maid picked up a lantern with a cold flame. "The slaves below are very dangerous. One of them can draw power from the light source. It must be used instead of lighting. Please follow me."
At the end of the corridor is a spiral staircase.
There are chutes in the wall, so when the slaves are transported, they don't need to be untied all the way up. Even if they knock down the guards, the key to unlock the chains will be at the top.
The black-skinned maid held a lantern in her hand.
"The captives came from various wars. We selected the "good ones" among them. Most of them are poor people with miserable fates, survivors of village massacres, and warriors from the North who fought to exhaustion..."
They walked down the dark circular stone steps.
The frozen soil of Palotusbi was dug through, and it was unknown which era the ruins were from, and what they were used for before becoming a prison.
The team seemed to be walking into the deep sea.
"According to your request, the antidote has been administered, and the curse has been completely eliminated."
The black-skinned maid handed over a bunch of keys: "You can choose as much as you want. If you lose control, I will take you away from here."
The sturdy guards stood at the end of the stairs.
They silently acted as the background, without rebuttal, and there was no objection on their faces.
Ken took the clattering copper key and watched the black-skinned maid bow her head and retreat. He couldn't help but guess her strength.
The lantern fell on the pedestal.
The complicated totems lit up at the same time under his feet and above his head. The sound of chains came from the fences around him, and the prisoners gathered in the honeycomb-shaped single room.
Ken walked around the venue.
The key clattered at his waist. The fence was very thick. It was hard to tell whether it was steel or animal bones. It was difficult to destroy it with bare hands.
The eyes in the shadows were the kind people the black-skinned maid said.
[The captives in the cage are watching you. You can easily recruit them, but their loyalty is not high, and the style of the team will be affected. ]
The employer's inspection is about to end.
Finally, what Ken expected happened. When passing by a diamond-shaped cage, the captive inside reached out to his waist.
He casually pressed the attacker.
The arm was tattooed with a frost bear totem, and the five dirty fingers were trembling because of the pain. Even so, its owner was still exerting strength, and the muscles wanted to break through the defense and touch the copper handle key in front of him.
Ken secretly praised in his heart-very good, and still longed for freedom.
The team was about to embark on a journey, and there was no time to comfort the walking dead who had lost their fighting spirit.
Ken was deeply impressed by the experience of the Everfrozen Waterfall.
At that time, the dwarf ghost recovered his body and appeared around him in an instant.
So Ken later used a lot of experience points to improve the [Agility] item, among which the data of [Perception] and [Reaction] were extremely high. With this group of hungry and cold captives, it was impossible to sneak attack him.
Stephen and the black-skinned maid underestimated his growth rate.
The series of tasks were completed, and the rich experience points were settled. The legendary weapons were of great significance. In addition to fixed skills, the spirit craftsman blessing also obtained other passives.
[Buff: Ancient Memory]
[Effect: Muscles will remember long-lost combat skills, and the proficiency of two-handed weapons will increase by 25%. ]
This includes close-range capture and killing skills.
"Is that all you can do?"
Ken exerted a little force, and the black gloves made a bone sound, just like a brutal and ruthless character.
In the North, without strength, mercy will be spurned.
A groan of pain came from the cage, and another hand also rushed out, as fast as lightning, and the thin iron sheet stabbed directly into Ken's eye socket.
He calmly dodged, and the black armor pressed on the outstretched arm, breaking it easily.
"That's right, freedom will not fall from the sky, and you still have the courage to resist."
Ken praised him, but reached out and grabbed the neck in the shadow, pulling the other party closer, and pressed between the gaps in the fence.
"Fushi..."
A warrior of a small tribe in the North.
He shaved half of his head, covered with dark tattoos, and stared at Ken with bloodshot eyes.
"Fushi, fushi."
He gritted his teeth, without crying out in pain or begging for mercy.
Blood foam and saliva spurted out from his teeth with rapid breathing, staining the gray fence.
"You know, even if you are in your prime, I can easily kill you."
Ken's hand was neither light nor heavy.
He was surrounded by fierce prisoners of war from the North. If he did not show his strength and means, he would definitely not be able to suppress them.
Time was running out, and the cultivation of loyalty must start now.