Chapter 107 106. Dungeon Assassin
Like a little white rabbit blending in among ferocious beasts.
At this time, bragging about one's "sins" should be the key to avoiding being bullied, but Annan could not think of any deeds that would awe them.
They are all criminals, so they should hate Breeze City...
Annan took a deep breath and made his tone fierce: "My body is very small, but I hate Breeze City extremely. Huge.”
A burst of jeers echoed.
The mocking whisper sounded again: "So what's your crime?"
"Framing."
Annan raised his head slightly: "I am Annan Levi. Si, one of the twelve kings of the North, the true lord of Breeze City.”
The rustling jeers sounded unpleasantly again.
The giant bear silhouette sarcastically said: "You are the King of the North, then I am the Emperor of Humanity——"
It was pushed away by a pair of big hands like a doll, with a feeling that shook the dungeon. Shocked, the huge outline of the forehead pressed dullly against the cold floor tiles, and a low hum echoed throughout the dungeon.
"Great King of the North, please accept my humble respect..."
...
Olmedo deliberately stuffed himself into this dungeon— ——Annan’s experience at this moment confirms this.
This unknown hybrid giant became Annan's most loyal guardian because of his identity. It is not a sub-race of giants like Stephen's dwarf giant - Stephen's dwarf giant is like a sweet wife beside a strong man in front of it.
As a hybrid of humans and giants, its size is surprisingly taller and thicker than the four-meter-long Stephen dwarf giant.
Equally amazing are its father and mother.
After confirming that Olmedo was still on his side, Annan began to think about the reason why he suddenly sent himself to the dungeon.
The most reasonable reason is to arrest himself first, and then absolve himself of the blame on the grounds that there is no evidence to prove that he impersonated the King of the North. From then on, Annan's identity was confirmed, and the outside world could no longer use this to frame him. Attack yourself.
But Olmedo was not a fool. He should have informed Annan in advance instead of betraying this misunderstanding.
Unless there is some kind of accident that Olmedo did not respond to - he did not attend the banquet last night and suddenly sent Annan to the dungeon early this morning. He could only give a vague reminder, hoping Annan believed him.
Annan looked at the other people in the palace dungeon.
In addition to Annan, there are two humans in the dungeon: Steelkin and Black Tierres.
The former was arrested for hijacking the latter, and the latter was caught by the guards for transporting gold mines privately.
"Black Tireres... looks like a dwarf's name." Annan asked curiously.
"...I was adopted by a dwarf when I was young."
Black Tierres was ready to accept the ridicule, but he heard Annan say with kindness: "I have a friend who is also a dwarf. , her name is Soruman Bronzebeard."
"I...I know! The dwarves of the Bronzebeard clan are all fond of drinking." The slight favor of the superior will make the inferiors shed tears of gratitude, just like Black. Tierres is like this now.
Annan thought for a moment, but there was no memory of Soruman Bronzebeard being drunk and alone.
It is normal for Bronzebeards to have no ethnic characteristics. After all, normal dwarves would not join secret societies.
Stilkin seemed not to like talking, but after he spoke, Annan recognized him as the guy who made the disgusted mocking sound.
In any case, Stirkin and Hetierrez expressed their surrender.
One of the two remaining prisoners is an orc, calling himself Howler, from the Frostwolf clan.
The orcs are in rags, and the brown skin indicates that they are orcs - the green skin is the "plant orcs" in the warlock's handbook, green skin.
"You are the short one, and I don't accept it."
Almost when Annan thought the orc was going to pick a fight, it slapped its chest and said, "But you are the big boss, and that is my boss."
Well... the orcs should be considered surrendered.
The last prisoner is an ogre.
This ogre breaks away from people's prejudices against ogres: stupid, slow and ignorant. Its brain is surprisingly good - this can be seen when it mocked Annan and said that he was the emperor of mankind.
Annan was more interested in orcs and ogres than the two humans, and after learning that ogres were female, his interest became greater than that of orcs.
"Do you really eat people?" "This is a misunderstanding of us by other races. We just have unique insights into food."
"So you Cannibalism? ”
“Eat. ”
Based on Olmedo's arrangement, Annan did not experience the darkness and cruelty, and met the other four prisoners
Stilkin and Hetierrez disliked each other. Stilkin mocked Black Tires' adoptive mother as a short caveman and the king of the dwarves as the Dwarf King. Black Tires calmly recorded Stilkin's behavior in his notes, and then handwritten "Hate" on the cover. Book".
The bored orc was encouraging the two humans to fight quickly, or they would fight it.
The ogre and Annan had the most exchanges, mostly discussing food and knowledge. The right insights made Annan feel like a spring breeze.
“Your shoes are dirty.”
He would also flatteringly want to help Annan shine his shoes.
As for the hybrid giant... it always lies there motionless, like a golem with only orders and loyalty.
After adapting to the dungeon, Annan began to wonder about the situation outside.
……
Rancid, cold, damp……
These are not the horrors of this dungeon.
But the icy cold water and the heads above the water are everywhere.
The weak vibration caused ripples in the water, and the closed eyes opened and fell towards a silhouette outside the dungeon.
“Do you want to go out?”
A hoarse voice sounded: “What do you want me to do.”
A picture floats into the dungeon, burning and lighting up.
"The King of the North?"
"There is no King of the North in the dungeon. Make him surrender, or kill him if he doesn't..."
The Broken Forbidden City The magic ring emerged from the water and "clattered" out of the water.
A guard opened the cell door, covered his head, leaving a line of bleeding marks in the silence, and left the depths of the dungeon.
...
The movement outside the dungeon attracted Annan's attention, and a figure with no hair or hair entered the dungeon.
He stared at Annan, and even a fool could see that there was something wrong.
Hetierrez jumped out as if he was afraid of being beaten first: "If you want to hurt the King of the North, defeat me first!"
"Is this your helper?"
"I can also fight with you." The orc volunteered.
"Filthy Orc..."
"If you allow me to eat it" the ogre stood up.
"Is this all you can rely on?"
But these are still not in the eyes of the assassin. He looked at Annan, and Annan also looked at him curiously.
"Do you know that stupid...fake Levi's?" Annan couldn't help but ask.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why else would you all be so stupid at just the right moment..."
As Annan sighed, the darkness behind Annan suddenly began to squirm. .
The assassin looked stupidly behind Annan, a dormant shadow rising higher and higher.
(End of this chapter)