Embarrassment of Golden Dragon Tails

A groggy.

"Dangling...Dangling..." The sound of metal collisions broke the silent darkness.Hill woke up from his coma and opened his eyes.Without light, darkness surrounds him like a heavy shackle, everywhere, like a shadow.

where is thiswho I am?Hill stared at the darkness in front of him in confusion, thinking hard.His whole body was burning with pain, and his arm almost didn't belong to him.Hill raised his hand with difficulty, bringing a numb pain.The heavy shackles hurt his wrists, and the iron chains on the shackles made harsh scraping sounds as he moved.

how can i be hereHis mind was like a mess, Hill shook his head, thinking, trying to move the rest of his limbs.Sure enough, his limbs were bound by heavy shackles, and each shackle was connected with a short and thick iron chain, and the other end was fixed to the wall.It seemed that what I heard just now was the sound of iron chains colliding.Enduring the pain, Hill stretched out his hand to feel for it. The wall was cold, as if it was made of metal. There was no gap at the connection between the iron chain and the wall, and it should have been poured together.

Where exactly is this place?Why would I be locked up here?Who am I?

Hill endured the pain and thought about it.He groped his whole body, there was no wound, but every inch of skin and muscle exuded unbearable pain.

Hands in heavy shackles rubbed his forehead and pressed his temples.The mind gradually cleared up, and the broken memories came back to my mind bit by bit.

The first thing that comes to mind is his name: Sirenius; next, his identity; and after that, the reason why he is here.

Hill's gaze gradually became sharper, penetrating the deep darkness, and condensed at a point in the void.After the initial confusion passed, he calmed down and began to study his situation.There was a faint smell of blood in the air. The rough shackles had worn his wrists and ankles, causing them to ooze blood from time to time. Under the friction of the shackles, the skin scabbed over and over again, and was worn again and again. Now, With his movements, his wrist was worn out again, and blood flowed out, dripping down his fingertips.But Hill ignored it. He sat up and rubbed the shackles on his right wrist repeatedly with the fingers of his left hand.Read the familiar runes with your fingertips, and you have the answer.

The transformed shackles of the forbidden demon, the only one in the entire Tutan, was buried deep in the ground of the Dakwa Temple, poured in a prison made of fine steel, and was specially used to deal with priests who offended the Lord of Shadows.Under the restriction of this pair of shackles, he cannot establish any connection with the Lord of Shadows, cannot use any divine spells, or any power similar to spells.The shackles deprived him of all the ability to resist, even the unique vision of the Lord Priest of Shadow, which can penetrate any darkness.

His whole body was in pain like needles. Hill was familiar with this kind of pain, and he was very good at this kind of curse. Its advantages were: it was easy to cast, would not see blood, acted on the skin, penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and could inflict long-term torture on the subject.It seems that those high-ranking priests who support Dika do not want to be honest, so they can only change their ways and torture themselves without blood.

An act of cowardice.Hill snorted coldly in his heart and came to a conclusion.

Hill leaned against the cold iron wall, relaxing himself, sorting out his memory while closing his eyes and resting his mind.He is very weak now and needs to reduce consumption as much as possible.According to memory, he has been here for a whole month.During this month, Dika, and those high-ranking priests who smelled like him, humiliated themselves in various ways, trying to pry their mouths open.In the past half month, Hill only got a few pieces of moldy dry bread. Every time he fainted from hunger, the other party would give him a little food to keep him alive so that he could better pry his mouth open.And these foods, without exception, are mixed with poison that can temporarily deprive him of all his strength.

Hill frowned, very puzzled.A person who has been hungry for such a long time should not have the current strength. Although he is very weak, at this time, apart from being unable to use his strength, he does not feel much loss of vitality.Did Dika and his lackeys suddenly become kind?snort!Hill sneered inwardly.Expecting Dika to be kind, it is better to expect the spider on the temple wall to become the messenger of the goddess of life.

Memories are muddled, and the slightest thought brings a pang of pain.He didn't find any clues, and Hill didn't pursue further. He lay back on the cold floor, continued to close his eyes and meditate, preparing to face the next torture.

Thoughts were chaotic, and memories of this time flooded in. From time to time, old fragments were mixed in, as well as strange faces that flashed by.

There was silence, and in the deep darkness, Hill could only hear his own slow breathing.

Enduring the pain, he thought mockingly: After staying here for so long, he still hasn't gone crazy. He really deserves to be the priest of the Lord of Shadows.

Suddenly, Hill opened his eyes, tilted his ears slightly, and listened.

There was the creaking of iron doors in the distance.Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of extremely slight footsteps.

someone is coming.

It seems that Dika and his lackeys thought of themselves again, and tried to pry their mouths open again.Although their appearance was bound to be accompanied by torture, Hill had no fear, but looked forward to it.

There is only darkness here, and their coming means voices, and light.

Hill kept himself weak, breathed lightly, and waited.This time, what tricks will Dika and his lackeys have?

The footsteps came closer and closer, and stopped at the prison door.Then, there was a low voice of casting a curse. "Clang", the door opened.Footsteps entered the prison, approaching Hill.Then the surroundings lit up—someone lit a tallow candle.

What appeared in front of Hill was a familiar face.It was an old face, the gray hair was neatly gathered under the black forehead, the corners of the eyes were criss-crossed, and the brown eyes were already covered with a cloudy mist.The face belonged to a high priest, Dika's lackey.During this month, Hill had seen him several times, and every time he stood at the end, with a deadpan face, handing the needed tools to his tormentors.

At this moment, the face of the visitor was anxious.Holding a small candlestick, he came to Hill's side, bent down, and asked with concern: "Master High Priest, are you okay?"

Hill looked at him calmly, and responded slightly sarcastically: "Dika's new trick? Berger, this is not for you."

For a month, in order to obtain the unique power and authority of the high priest, as well as the secrets that only the high priest can pass on, Dika tried almost all methods.This new trick doesn't look like much.

Berger didn't seem to hear his sarcasm, and said hastily: "Master High Priest, I'm sorry to wait so long for the opportunity, listen to me, you must go now."

"Go? How?" Hill looked at him indifferently, wanting to continue to ridicule, but an indescribable emotion surged out, making him feel that the high-ranking priest who was over fifty years old in front of him looked a little kind.Hill swallowed the words he hadn't spoken yet, waiting for the other party's next move.

Berger put down the candlestick, took out a delicate purple leaf, and stuck it to the shackles on Hill's wrist, pointed at the rune, and explained in a low voice: "Thanks to the Lord of Shadows, the healing potion is really effective. My lord, Dika has lost his patience. He plans to sacrifice you to the Lord of Shadows in the name of a traitor when the next seven days come. I waited for a full month and finally stole the key. Dika may find the key at any time Lost, so you must hurry up."

As Berger spoke the secret language, the shackles opened.Berger followed suit, and soon, Hill's limbs were free again.

Hill stood up and watched indifferently as Berger took out a gray wig and a silver scroll, took off the sacrificial dagger at his waist, and took off his dark purple high priest robe.This scene made him feel familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Then, just as he felt, Berger handed all these to Hill, urging him to put them on, using the scroll to briefly change into Berger's appearance, and leave the prison as soon as possible.And he himself will replace Hill and stay here so as not to alarm the guards.

"Why?" Hill looked at him and asked calmly.To Hill's own surprise, he was not surprised by all this, as if he knew Berger's purpose from the beginning.

"Master High Priest, I watched you grow up, maybe you don't remember..." Berger smiled, his eyes warmed up, and nostalgia appeared on his old face, "The former High Priest was my best friend, and you , saved my nephew's life, now, it's time for me to repay my kindness."

"I do not remember."

Berger blinked his cloudy eyes, shook his head, and said, "It's okay, I remember enough." Immediately afterwards, Berger urged again, "Go quickly, don't waste time on me, an old man."

Hill quietly looked at the old man in front of him, and asked softly, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Berger shook his head, remained silent, pushed Hill out of the prison, and closed the heavy iron door.