Chapter 786
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Cheil had already put her bowl and chopsticks aside. Ravel's message had made her lose her appetite for the lamb in the hotpot.
When Cheil learned that some of the missing higher-ups of the eight families were imprisoned in the dungeon, the temperature in the corridor dropped significantly.
Frost gradually formed on the glass. Cheil was in a very bad mood.
"Lord Augustus is here too. Your Majesty … Is the message from the helper you hired really useful?"
The Frostwolf family member reported several names in the message, all of which Cheil remembered.
The judges who had disguised themselves as these people had now become souls under Cheil's sword. However, the judges did not kill them. Instead, they imprisoned them in a dungeon somewhere.
Cheil did not know whether this news was good or bad for him …
The internal affairs of the Land of Frost had gradually stabilized under Cheil's reorganization. The eight families also had new patriarchs to succeed them. These patriarchs who should have been dead were redundant.
"Who else is imprisoned in the dungeon? Can you confirm it? "
Cheil stared at a message on the magic net. Josiah had uploaded a copy of "Tom and Jerry: Episode One" in the group chat half a minute ago. The video was not big, but Ravel's download progress was very slow.
Judging from the current progress, it would take about three minutes for the download to be completed. So, Cheil asked him to investigate the situation in the dungeon first.
"Some of them are our people, and some look like soldiers of the Kingdom of Saint and the Nation of Steel."
Ravel's message made Myrcella, who was sitting beside him, a little restless.
Cheil shared his chat record with everyone.
Messiah had many acquaintances in the Sacred Army. Most of them had been to the battlefield on the Frost Plain, so it was very likely that there were members of the Sacred Army in the dungeon.
"Not only our soldiers?"
"There are also elves! I think they are … frost elves. "
When this message appeared in the group chat, Cheil raised his head and looked at Taylin who was sitting quietly next to him.
"Are there any of my clansmen … still alive?"
Taylin stood up and ran behind Cheil, her gaze fixed on the Weave's interface.
"Human King, please allow me to inquire about their situation."
Taylin's voice sounded very uneasy, mixed with surprise and worry.
"Taylin, I know you're in a hurry …"
The Dark Elf walked up to Taylin and placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort Taylin.
But when the Dark Elf saw the new message that popped up, even the Dark Elf's strong self-control was on the verge of collapse.
"I saw a purple-skinned elf in the corner. It doesn't look like a frost elf."
"Purple skin? Impossible … "
The Dark Elf widened her eyes. As far as she could remember, her race had already perished a hundred years ago.
"Human King!"
Cheil did not wait for the two elves to urge him. He directly typed a message: "Are there any other non-human beings?" and sent it.
But Ravel did not reply instantly like the previous few messages.
"Answer me immediately!"
Cheil typed another message and asked him.
"Ravel … may not be able to reply now."
Josiah's message popped up at this time.
"No way?"
Cheil was stunned for a moment. In the next second, Ravel sent a new message. The message was composed of a series of irregular English characters.
It was not a password or a secret code. It was just a simple message typed by rolling his face on the keyboard.
… …
"It was a horror game before, and now it's an action game … No, I shouldn't complain at such a serious time."
Josiah looked at the scene in front of him in the spiritual space.
Ravel saw the figures of five or six elves in the depths of the dungeon. As he gradually went deeper, he encountered a Dark Elf … But the Dark Elf's hands were shackled.
He did not stop walking. Tentatively, he moved forward to see if the Dark Elf was still alive … Suddenly, the Dark Elf opened her eyes and pounced on Ravel at an extremely fast speed.
The next second, the image in front of Josiah shook violently.
Ravel fell to the ground with his cheek. The Dark Elf grabbed Ravel's hair and slammed his cheek against the ground a few times.
Unfortunately, the virtual keyboard was also facing Ravel's direction. After rolling his face on the keyboard, Ravel finally found an opportunity to resist. He turned around and blocked the Dark Elf's chain that was trying to restrain his throat.
"Judge … Every one of you should be skinned by the thorns!"
The Dark Elf seemed to have her own consciousness. Her face was twisted with anger, and it was obvious that she wanted to take Ravel's life.
"I'm not a Judge," Ravel explained in a low voice. He did not want to alarm the real Nephilic Judge. "I'm here to save you!" said Ravel in a low voice.
"I'm going to tear your face off!"
Her eyes were filled with madness. She would not listen to a human's dissuasion at all.
"We need an expert negotiator, one who specializes in Dark Elf negotiations."
Seeing this scene, Josiah could not care less about the chat in the text message. He directly applied for a voice communication in the group chat.
This request did not require Ravel's consent.
Josiah was worried that the Judge would hear the voice communication. But when he thought about it carefully, no one would care about the surrounding voices when they were playing Holy Ghost.
According to the average time of a Holy Ghost game, Ravel had at least ten minutes left.
"Is Qianmian still out there?"
Josiah pulled the window of the text message group chat to his face. Shiratori immediately materialized a Sound Amplification Stone to act as Josiah's microphone.
"I'm still here. What's going on with the dungeon in the Land of Frost?"
Qianmian seemed to have learned about the situation in the dungeon.
"Let's not talk about this first! Do you speak the dialect of your land? "
Josiah looked at the screen again. Ravel's hands, which were holding the chain, were bleeding. He could not hold on for much longer!
"Dialect? What kind of strange language is that? "
Qianmian did not understand the meaning of Josiah's new word.
"It's the Dark Elf language! It's the native language. If there's any unique language among the Dark Elves, just shout a few words into the voice communication, "said Josiah directly in a loud voice.
Qianmian listened to this strange request for a short moment in silence. Relying on her reasoning ability, she quickly understood the purpose of Josiah's request.
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