The Unnamed Town — Dungeon
Angora entered the new building built for the hill-folk's siege activity.
Unlike what he had imagined at first, the dungeon was not dark and damp, but rather bright and dry. The walls were not made of mud that could be dug out with a small rake or something, but concrete walls similar to the buildings of the Church of Games. He could even vaguely feel the blessing of the God of Games' divine power on them.
What guarded the dungeon were not Players, but humanoid automatons.
It was a pity that Angora did not join the campaign against the Elven SIN, or he would have noticed that the automatons in the dungeon were clearly using the same technology from their joints and structure, even if they looked different from the ones in the Elven SIN.
After all, there were no patent laws in this world, and the gods' abilities were unreasonable. As long as they had a blueprint and studied it seriously, the technology of the mortal realm would not be mysterious in their eyes.
Naturally, the technology of the mortal realm was not worth paying attention to for most gods. Only Xi Wei, whose soul originated from planting flowers, would be so passionate about copying other people's core technology and turning it into cabbages …
The automatons were not bewitched and possessed considerable combat ability, not to mention that there were quite a number of them. Some of the bricks that the Players carried outside had become their automatons, and as long as the Players did not stop carrying bricks, the number of automatons was essentially infinite.
Angora glanced at the automatons that acted as wardens.
Unlike the hill-folk who were imprisoned here, the Church of Games' believers could learn more information when they looked at the automatons thanks to the convenience granted by the System.
For example, the automatons were all called Shumagia for some reason, and there was a small line of text behind their stats that said 'Shumagia has no heart. Please do not talk to them about dreams to prevent programming errors'.
A Player who had run in out of curiosity saw the text and purposely said 'Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh' at the automatons, and the automatons beat the Player up and carried him out of the dungeon like a piglet …
Either way, unless the hill-folk reached Legendary and awakened their miracles, it was basically a fool's dream for them to escape this dungeon.
As the leader of a small town, Angora naturally did not come to the dungeon for sightseeing.
Although there was a complete sewer system and automatons tirelessly cleaning the dungeon, it did not change the fact that it was a prison.
Other than some people with special hobbies, no one would like the atmosphere of a prison.
He came to a cell that looked the most special. He looked at the prisoner inside through a glass wall that was much sturdier.
It should have been a solemn meeting since the prisoner was the Hill Shaman, who held the highest position among the hill-folk, whom the Players had captured.
Be that as it may, Angora was still young. Even if he had weathered many storms (as well as the Players' idiotic behavior) and was far more mature than his peers, he definitely wouldn't be able to keep his composure as well as the older ones.
That was why his gaze couldn't help but wander towards the lower half of the Mountain Shaman's body, which was wrapped around his crotch like an oversized diaper. Book?
"I wouldn't do something so disrespectful if I were you."
The Mountain Shaman glowered at Angora, speaking in disdain. "Didn't you people of the plains always claim to be full of etiquette? That's all you amount to. Oh, I'm sorry, I've forgotten. Your etiquette is nothing more than groveling and fawning to those of noble status. "
"Etiquette is prepared for people who are worthy of my respect. Even if it's just a commoner, if he does something heroic that deserves my respect, then I will treat him with courtesy. Obviously, you are not worthy of my respect."
Angora retorted without hesitation.
"You better pray to your god that I won't escape from here, or else …" The Mountain Shaman's eyes were brimming with sharp killing intent, and he had no intention of hiding it at all.
"There's no need for you to worry. This dungeon itself is a gift from the gods."
Angora spread his hands and watched as the man's expression changed from shock to realization to despair after hearing the news, feeling a subtle sense of satisfaction.
"But if you're willing to work with us and reveal some information, it's not like we can't let you out."
He continued.
"In your dreams! You damned people of the plains are as despicable as forest rats! Do you think I'd believe you?! "
Still, the Mountain Shaman was quite a character. Even after realizing that he could not escape from the dungeon, he stubbornly refused Angora's negotiation. "Don't get too full of yourself. We were only ambushed because we were in too much of a hurry, and when the other hill-folk get here, it would be the end of you # $toads ^ # * skunks @ # $%!"
There was a bunch of unintelligible words in his words, and according to Angora's understanding of the context, he must have been using the animals of the mountains to describe the 'people of the plains', a rather unusual way of cursing.
Angora was not angry since he could not understand it, and he did not intend to complete the System quest so easily in the first place.
Hence, he opened the quest panel and shuddered imperceptibly at the things noted there, before clearing his throat with a dry cough. "I didn't expect you to cooperate so easily either, which is why I've prepared some punishment …"
"Hahaha! You weak people of the plains are so stupid!" The Mountain Shaman laughed out loud. "We're people of the mountains who survived in the mountains! The weak have long since died in the hunt, and we're used to wounds and pain, even a whip dipped in salt water … "
"When did I say I'm going to torture you?" Angora cut him off impatiently. "At first, I was planning to give you two bottles of aphrodisiac and hire a dancer to dance for you outside. Then, when you're on fire, I'll put a sow in your cell and record everything with a Magic Image Stone. When you wake up, I'll play it over and over again for everyone in this dungeon to taste. Then, when you've recovered a little, we'll repeat it again. Of course, out of humanitarian consideration, we'll put a female dog in the second time for you to change the taste …"
"Kill me! Now! "The Mountain Shaman's face paled as he screamed in agony, slamming his head into the wall.
Even so, the cells were designed to prevent suicide, and he bounced away as if he had hit a rubber ball, bouncing around the cell as if he was on a trampoline.
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