bookrandom Chapter 504 Traitor
Chapter 504 Traitor
The corridor in the dungeon was much longer than Catherine had imagined, so long that she had lost her sense of time.
It was extremely dark here, and the lizardmen's vision seemed unobstructed. They didn't care whether the human princess could keep up or not, and they advanced silently and rapidly in front. Catherine gritted her teeth and followed them while avoiding making any noise. After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally saw the light ahead.
It's the reflection of light on the glass.
The lizardmen all stopped after jumping out of the path.
Even though she had a premonition, after seeing the situation inside, Catherine's pupils still couldn't help but shrink violently.
When the faint blue glassware came into view, she almost felt as if she had fallen into the belly of a giant beast. From the five-meter-high dome drooped vine-like mithril pipes, the purple solution flowing within the pipes casting spiderweb-like spots of light on the ground. Dozens of crystal cabinets were arranged in a spiral along the circular wall, each container containing a suspended object—
Various limbs and organs: a severed hand with nails still growing after death, a jawbone with a chain piercing through it, a heart drained of blood, a complete spine shaved clean of flesh and blood...
Catherine's stomach churned as she caught a glimpse of an ear dangling in the solution. It was thin and long, and the ear bone and cochlea inlaid with sapphires had characteristics that were clearly different from those of humans.
They are all... the remains of elves...
Even though these lizardman brokers were knowledgeable and had a preconceived notion of the evil of human nature, they were still shocked by the hellish scene before them. Shaman Raphael let out a low-pitched hissing sound. Catherine followed his gaze and saw a man fixed to the central stone platform with steel nails. Blood was flowing under him, gathering into a small pool and dripping into the silver bottle below the platform.
Lyrael!? No—
Catherine could no longer care about anything else and rushed forward. Fortunately, there was no one in the underground at the moment. Lyrael's eyes were closed, and he had no idea who was coming. There was a large hole in his chest, and his skin was fixed with several large hooks. Catherine rushed over and saw this scene, and her head buzzed - that Lilith...
Several lizardmen had quickly pulled out the steel nails that shackled Lyrael's hands and feet and were about to pull him up, but Catherine took out a bunch of medicinal powder, sprinkled it on Lyrael's wounds with trembling hands, and then began to chant healing spells.
Now?! Raphael twitched his tail in annoyance. How could this be the right time to heal? Every minute he stayed would increase the danger, but the princess had already placed her hand on Lyrael's chest and began to cast a spell. He understood why she did it. Haha, it was for the girl outside who had sworn a blood oath with Lyrael.
"Listen, we don't have time to waste!" Every second spent here made the Lizardman feel sick. He was eager to leave and burn this place to the ground.
"Please wait, please wait a moment!"
Catherine climbed onto the stone platform and refused to let go. How could she not understand? Lilith knew that she had been determined to make friends with the elves, so she took the blood oath and hoped to create more opportunities for herself, but she was still a step too slow. She didn't dare to think about what Lilith on the other side of the square would look like. She only hoped to help Lyriel recover, even if it was just a little bit. Lilith must not fall.
This makeshift team eventually had disagreements.
"...Your Highness the Queen?"
While Catherine was arguing with the lizard man, a voice rang out. Catherine looked up in horror. It was Bishop Harris, who was in charge of King George's illness. He walked down from the temple above the underground secret room with an empty bottle in his hand. At this moment, he was looking at Catherine who suddenly appeared here and the terrifying monsters surrounding her with a look of shock.
A foreign race had appeared in the heart of the temple!? Harris's lips trembled. He looked at the princess with blood on her hands and subconsciously asked, "Your Highness, how could you—"
--wrong!
Harris shuddered and suddenly stopped talking, turning around and running! He had just descended underground when behind him was the narrow door leading to the temple above!
The instinct for survival made this usually solemn and steady bishop unleash his great potential. It took only a moment from his appearance to his escape. Even the lizardmen with extremely quick reactions were too late. The moment they suddenly rushed forward, Harris had already opened the narrow door and opened his mouth to shout!
"laugh--"
There was a slight sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh, and Bishop Harris's head flew high into the air, then fell to the ground and rolled to the corner.
His body took two more steps forward before falling down. He was dragged by the person who came and then gently placed on the ground to avoid making any more noise.
Raphael stopped in shock. The figure had come from behind them, but was even faster than them...
Everything happened so fast, it only took the time of a healing spell. Catherine still had her hands covering Lariel's heart. She watched the figure that suddenly appeared and easily dragged Harris's body into the door before she stood up.
"He saw your face. Either you die or he dies." The man pulled down his thin hood and said coldly when he saw the frightened look in Catherine's eyes.
Now the lizard people were the ones who were nervous.
Raphael felt his companions slowly retreating and gathering as the newcomer approached. Some of them were quick to speak out their shock.
"It's the night elves..."
Those cold-blooded and bloodthirsty traitors of the Elf Forest.