Chapter 85 Thomas Moreu is still alive? (Fifth update)
At this time, Ace also came up and looked at the harvest in House's hands: "That's all? It doesn't look like an experiment log. What use can it be?" House analyzed: "This should
be A page from this professor's experiment diary. This 'Jeron' should be his son. This professor seems to be... planning to conduct experiments on his own son? He also needs to tie him up with leather and prepare equipment?" House only
said I feel like my teeth are sore, these things are oozing out just by listening to them. Are all warlocks like this? Consultant Mossak is obviously a very nice person...
Oh yes, he is a Druid.
A soldier suddenly interrupted: "Mr. House, Mr. Ace, something is wrong... The warlock the Earl is looking for should be a man, right?" "But the bones
in this grave are the bones of a woman."
When the two attendants heard this, they felt something was wrong and asked: "Are you sure?"
The soldier who spoke out nodded and said: "I have been on the battlefield before, helped military doctors, and have seen a lot of... corpses. . The bones of women are not much different from those of men, but I can see it."
Everyone gathered around, and then other strange things were discovered in the tomb.
"Two gentlemen, it seems that this place has been dug up."
House frowned: "Did someone come before us? Is it a tomb robber?"
The soldier who spoke shook his head and said with a kind of insight. He said in a ghostly tone: "Look at this mark, it seems that it was not dug out from the outside... but from the inside." ...
Lan
didn't dare to take a breath now, his whole body was tense and hairs were rising.
What he saw before him was the goal of his trip—Thomas Moreu's secret laboratory.
Several dim oil lamps were lit in the laboratory, illuminating the room in a dim light. Only the outline of the contents inside could be seen.
There is an experimental table in the middle of the laboratory, with scattered notes and the like on it. Against the wall, there is a row of eight incubator-like things that have the unique atmosphere of medieval Frankenstein. They are made of heavy metal, glass, and plastic tubes.
There is a person in each culture chamber, and only simple breathing devices and syringes are connected to them to maintain basic life needs.
Among the eight people, four of them were only skin and bones. At first glance, they looked like zombies or even skeletons. Lann suspected that they were dead.
The other two were also extremely thin, their arms were like dry wood, but they barely looked human. They soaked in the culture chamber without moving, just like specimens.
As for the last two people, bubbles bubbled out from time to time in their cultivation chamber, and the people inside would occasionally twitch their fingers to prove that they were still alive.
Scattered next to the training warehouse of these two people were armors that had been torn apart by violence, as well as weapons including swords, crossbows, and shields.
They are soldiers of Cintra, members of the expedition team brought out by Lann from Cintra!
Lan still didn't dare to move because he saw an inhuman "person" standing about ten meters in front of him.
Judging from the back, his hair is sparse, and there are only a few places on the top of his head where long strands of knotted hair are scattered, and the skin is peeling on other places; he is not fully clothed, and the clothes on his body are not only stained with mud and blood, but also torn everywhere. of holes.
As he turned around, Lan saw his face: half of the glasses frame was drooping, and the eyes behind the frames were cloudy and broken; there was only half a rotten nose under the eyes, and two rows of black holes were exposed on both sides of his cheeks. Rotten teeth.
There was also a hole in his neck, which made a "heh, heh" sound as if he was coughing up phlegm as he moved.
No one would think of this portrait as a human being.
It's a zombie, a zombie, a half-dead person, you name it. And Lann knew better that the more intuitive description of this phenomenon was that he was a magical creature.
And the magical creature that appears in this place, like a master, will naturally have only one name - Thomas Moreu!
Professor Thomas looked at Lann, and Lann could still feel emotions from those broken eyes.
Then, a voice came out from the entire body - not from the mouth or throat:
"You are here."
Lann's eyes moved down, and there was a huge shark-like thing in front of Thomas Moreu. In the experimental culture tank of the fish tank, Hei Feng was soaked in it, with several infusion tubes inserted into his body, and he was making a feeble hissing sound.
Not far away, there are several training tanks of the same style, in which there are wild boars, lions, leopards, water ghosts, griffins, and even a fork-tailed dragon with only half of its body left.
They all have one thing in common - death.
"You're here," Thomas Moreu said again.
Lan's brain was running wildly, trying his best to extract all the available information from the original work.
Regarding Thomas's life, Lane remembered that the original book said that he was relieved after the experiment on his children failed, returned to his wife to be with her, and died soon after.
Died "soon after" more than 150 years ago!
The voice and smile of Professor Thomas in front of me really fit the description of "dead", but he was still moving!
Something must have happened in the middle that Lan didn't know about.
"You're here." Thomas Moreu said for the third time. This time, without waiting for Lan's reaction, he suddenly smiled.
"It just so happens that I have been short of research materials recently, and as a result, they came -"
The professor pointed at the Cintra soldiers in the training warehouse, then slowly pointed at the Black Wind under his command, and finally moved his finger in the direction of Lann.
"Now...you are here, you are here, great."
This "you" obviously refers not only to Lan, but to all members of the exploration team, including Druid and Geralt. When he was in the Valley of the Nine, he might have been targeted by Thomas Moreu, who was short of experimental materials!
Only he can control the portal in the ruins, allowing himself to reach this laboratory in one fell swoop, and only allowing himself to reach this laboratory!
Why did he only allow himself to come to the laboratory? Lann's brain started to work. Why didn't he transport everyone here at once and harvest the experimental materials like cutting leeks?
Lann warned himself to be calm. Facing such an old monster that had lived and died for more than a hundred years, he was absolutely invincible.
Is it reliable to return to the portal later?
There was a low "boom" and a strong wind blew behind him. He didn't need to look back to know that the portal had been closed.
Forget it, entering a portal that can be controlled by the enemy is nonsense, just close it.
Lann rolled his eyes and said in the tone of meeting for the first time: "Your Excellency Warlock, I'm sorry for taking the liberty of visiting, because based on our intelligence, I thought this was an ownerless place. I am Lann Lannister of Cintra
. , I don’t know what you should call it, and what kind of research are you doing here?”
(End of this chapter)