Chapter 581 The Holy Torment
Veteran led a group of elves to the third iron fence on the left, pointed at the unconscious woman on the cross and said,
"This is the vampire you are looking for. During the interrogation, we learned that she was related to the Chaos Dwarf. I have had some dealings with her and I have some understanding of the Dark Land."
Imrik looked at the female vampire with great interest. She was covered with a rag and her unkempt appearance made it difficult to distinguish the original ethnic group.
The silver spikes on the palms and insteps have some signs of wear and tear. It looks like they have been used for many times. Some rat hair is mixed in the hair. It is estimated that he lived well during his time as a captive.
"Wake her up."
The veteran said he understood. He opened the iron fence with a key, took out a finger-thick iron nail from the tool bag on his waist, and pierced the monster's abdomen.
After eliciting a burst of unconscious wailing, he fished out a dead mouse from the skin and stuffed it into the vampire's mouth.
Her thirst for blood made her quickly swallow the dead mouse into her belly. It was too harsh here, with the cold and dry environment, the guards who enjoyed torture, and the children of midnight became toys in the cage, just like those in the cellar. The ghouls fighting among them are just as pathetic.
"Blood, blood." The vampire moaned a few words, but this little blood could not satisfy her needs.
The veteran turned his head and asked Imric whether he wanted to continue to increase the supply to ensure that the vampire had a clear consciousness.
Imrik, who was waiting with his arms folded, was extremely impatient. Even if this vampire was in full condition and could be chopped to death with one sword, he was still whining like this when feeding several rats.
"Give it to her. What I want is information, not the wail of a vampire."
The veteran continued to feed a few mice until the bulging skin bag around his waist was emptied. The vampire on the cross was finally able to raise his head and his eyes became clear. Some god.
"Vampire, His Royal Highness the Dragon Prince has something to ask you. It's best to cooperate, otherwise you know what will happen." There was a trace of
fear on the pale and beautiful face, and the vampire said she understood. She sensed an opportunity. If she wanted to leave this beloved place, In the dungeon of torture, this elf is the best choice.
Even being treated as a slave and being humiliated and played with is still better than being tortured all day and eating a dead rat in a few days.
A weak and feeble voice sounded from her mouth. She looked so helpless under her frailty, which made people feel pity.
"Your Highness, the Dragon Prince, please tell me your instructions, and my humble servant will naturally reply." "
What do you know about the Bone Burial Ground, or the Dragon Bone Wasteland."
Sure enough, this is the only thing that can happen. Having this matter was his way out of here. The vampire made a choice in his mind, whether to use the information to coerce the Dragon Prince to take him out of here, or to tell the truth and continue to wait for the torture of the guards.
"I know a lot, including how many dragon corpses the Queen dug up in the Boneyard, how often resurrection ceremonies are held, and where the largest dragon bone pile is." "You don't seem to want to tell me these things directly.
" Imric found it interesting. Last time, Genevieve threatened him with information about the Dark Land. This time, another vampire came to make a fuss about this matter. I am afraid that in a while, the Chaos Dwarves will be able to get it. The keel came to find its own labor force.
The vampire glanced at the angry veteran with fear, knowing that this answer had already made the guard extremely unhappy, but if he did not escape, the torture that would follow would be doubled.
He thought hard and gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to give everything in exchange for your mercy. As long as you take me away, everything about the Bone Burial Ground, as well as my soul and body, belong to you."
Kerry Ang couldn't help laughing. Who did this vampire think he was? He actually dared to use information as a blackmail order. Who would like a vampire? As long as the prince said a word, there would naturally be countless elf girls willing to serve him.
Seeing Imrik showing no sign, he took a few steps forward and asked the veteran for a knife, shaking it in his hand.
"A long time ago, I once participated in an event among the Nagaryth elves. They put the ten captured Druzi in cages and held a post-war entertainment project called the Survivor Game. There was only torture. Only those with the most artistic methods can survive."
He put the tip of the knife on the vampire's cold skin and recounted the event that year.
"I watched their art of torture, and I have to say that it was very inspiring. In the end, an assassin from Hargansi emerged as the winner. He first took advantage of the melee to save his energy, and then separated their tendons. A man was stripped of his skin and watched as his skin was stuffed into his abdomen and tied with his spilled entrails..." "
He performed nine distinct feasts of torture using the simplest of tools, and then was left by Nagari The Si elf completed the final steps for him, and the Kane assassin was upgraded to a work of art." The
inspired veteran's eyes lit up, as expected, Druchi's low-level soldiers were not good at craftsmanship, and the mercenaries missed out on a lot of craftsmanship.
But the female vampire just stared at Imric. She knew that the Dragon Prince was in charge here, not this golden-armored man who used intimidation as a tool.
Imrik was unfazed, and Creon was telling the truth. Even if the female vampire's will was as strong as iron, she could only tell the truth in the end.
But I don't like using torture to obtain information. It's too indecent and most importantly - inefficient.
"Let me tell you some information that is worth doing. I don't like worthless people."
When she heard that there was a turning point, the female vampire's desire to survive overcame everything else. She leaned forward with force, and the chain made a clattering sound as it was being carried, proving that How excited she was at this moment.
"Warag Fortress, this is the core location of the Queen's infiltration into the Dragonbone Wasteland. After the destruction of the kingdom of the ghoul Warrag, although it has been turned into ruins, many valuable dragon bone remains are still preserved." Warrag The fortress...
Imrik began to recall the dusty memories, and he had the impression that Long Wazi indeed used this place as an expedition point, and this fortress was also named after the Ghoul King who used Chaos Dwarf peons and hobgoblins to build it.
It seemed that the female vampire was not playing any tricks, so she continued,
"The second one."
"Dragon Wasteland is located very close to Nagashiza. It is the territory of the Lich King Arkhan, and countless undead are entrenched in the mountains. The living will face endless misfortune once they get close."
"Third."
The female vampire chose to shake her head and did not answer the question immediately. If the important information was told at once, it would lose its value.
The veteran felt extremely unhappy. This was completely demeaning himself in front of the leader.
He bowed and gave Imrik a confident smile,
"Your Highness, please wait a moment. Just give me some time and I will give you satisfactory information." "
No, Creon, take her with you. " Get out."
Huh?
Creon, who was originally excited to try it, felt a little confused. This was just a monster of some value. The information could be revealed after a short interrogation, so why bother negotiating.
But seeing Imrik turning around and walking out, he could only ask the veteran to untie the chains and ask for a piece of clothing for the vampire to put on.
The female vampire wrapped the linen sheet around her body and whispered to Creon, "Thank you."
"Leave quickly." Creon pressed his war hammer against the back of the vampire's head. If there was even the slightest movement, he would open the monster's head.
The two came to the door. The female vampire first wanted to kneel down and kiss her master's instep, but was stopped three meters away by an unknown force.
Imrik nodded and said, "I don't like this. Let's go. I hope you can be of some value."
The female vampire was full of joy and looked back at the dungeon where she had left unforgettable memories. She was so excited that she shed tears.
But what she didn't actually know was that Imrik hated the smell of dead rats in the vampire's mouth. It felt so disgusting.
The group of people marched towards the port. Although the people they saw were wondering why Prince Caledor was traveling with a dirty woman in the middle, no one dared to ask more questions.
But Imrik did not walk to the traveling warship. Instead, he continued forward and stepped onto the stairs into the snake's nest.
Feeling the sense of oppression coming from this warship protected by the gods, the female vampire suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and set foot on Sotek's territory, driven by Creon's war hammer.
She tilted her head and tried her best not to let her eyes come into contact with the bloodthirsty monitor lizard guards. She could only follow the red figure in front of her and continue to move forward. After a short but long journey, she finally reached her destination.
The vampire looked up at the towering pyramid and said tremblingly,
"Master, are you worried about me lying? I use my soul as a guarantee that I will never hide anything."
She thought Imric wanted to be in the presence of the gods. Witness it to ensure that what is said is true, but in fact it is not.
Imric used his authority to connect to the giant lizard guards in front of the pyramid and ordered them to throw the vampire into the snake den inside.
The flesh and blood swallowed by cold-blooded animals can naturally give the answer.
A scream, or perhaps a cry of pleading, came from the mouth of the female vampire. The monitor lizard held her body with one hand and strolled towards the small door on the side of the pyramid.
Imrik, who was standing there waiting, did not say that torture was a vicious behavior toward others based on subjective consciousness, and that sacrifices with similar procedures became much more reasonable just because they had an additional sacred purpose.
Satisfying one's own evil thoughts, or devoting it to God, I really don't know which one is nobler between the two.
But it doesn't matter, as long as the problem is solved.
After the cold-blooded animal climbed onto the vampire's body and swallowed the flesh and soul together, Imrik raised the corners of his mouth.
Of course, it was not because this feeling of torture made him satisfied, but because of the memory in the mind of this Blood Queen's maid. From Cathay in the east, to the Empire in the west, and to Arabi in the south, most of Lahmia's intelligence network was already known.
But the most important thing is the information about Dragonbone Wasteland. Warrag Fortress is still in ruins. As a buffer zone for Chaos Dwarves, Ogres, Lizardmen, and Undead, no one wants to let go of the large number of people hiding here. resources, but the result is that no one gets control.
This means that I still have some time and opportunity to refine the tortured dragon soul!
(End of chapter)