northernbook Chapter 505 We will meet again
Chapter 505 We will meet again
Night elves...
Of course, Catherine heard the lizard man's whisper and looked at the person who came in with shock. It was a female elf. She was much taller than an ordinary adult male, and every step she took was light and silent. She ignored the people in the house, just stood still and looked up. The line of her jaw was as sharp as a knife, and her face was pale, making her look cold and arrogant.
She was looking at the crystal cabinets on the wall. The purple solution reflected on her expressionless face, changing the color of her pupils. No one knew what she was thinking.
A painful mutter suddenly appeared in the deadly silent room. It was Lyriel who was hit by Catherine's healing spell and the cost-effective potion. She seemed to be regaining consciousness and made the sound. The female elf suddenly turned her head, her eyes holding a terrifying brilliance.
"——Let him go, please." Before Lyrael could respond, he suddenly blurted out, "Use me, use my..."
"I'm not in cahoots with the church. I'm here to save him." Catherine's hands were covered in blood, and she looked like a ripper. She had just witnessed the strength of the dark elf. If she didn't explain, she might become the same as Bishop Harris in the next second.
"I know." Catherine didn't expect that the night elf woman was so easy to talk to. She looked cold as ice, but she responded to every word she said, which surprised Catherine secretly.
She finally stopped looking at the limbs in the containers, walked to Catherine, took out a bottle of potion with a yellow-green glow, and gave it to Lyrael.
"—Resuscitation potion." Seeing Catherine's nervous expression, she explained calmly, then added, "You should leave."
Catherine stared at the potion bottle with green light flowing. It was obviously some high-level potion that she didn't recognize, perhaps something only elves knew. After Lariel drank the potion, his face gradually regained its color, and his tightly closed eyelids began to tremble.
"Thank you." The heavy stone in Catherine's heart suddenly fell to the ground. She secretly prayed that Lilith could hold on, while putting her hands through Lyrael's armpits to pull him up.
Although the lizardmen were afraid of the night elves, seeing that she did not seem to list them as targets, the leader Raphael still walked over, carefully picked up Lariel, and handed her to his companions behind him. However, when he was passing her around, the child suddenly grabbed him.
"Don't be afraid, it's us." Raphael was very patient with the young elf. Seeing that he opened his eyes, his movements became even gentler. "We will take you away from here immediately."
The warm current surging in his body finally made Lariel's eyes regain some clarity. Although he was still very weak, he held the lizard man tightly and refused to let go, whispering something.
"What?" Raphael didn't hear clearly.
"He said that no matter how many people came, as many people should go back together." It was the female elf who spoke again. She looked at the young elf, and her always indifferent face finally had a complicated expression.
Yes, he had companions. Catherine did not dare to delay. She jumped off the stone platform and looked around. In addition to the path leading to the dungeon, this underground space also had other exits.
And it’s not hard to find.
With the help of the light from the crystal cabinet, Catherine saw that the bloodstains on the ground all led to the same black entrance. She cast an illumination spell and walked inside along the dried black bloodstains on the ground.
It was like another small underground prison, with iron bars thicker than wrists connected to each other, and even thicker chains tied to the cages, the other ends of which were abandoned on the ground. Most of the places here were empty.
The light of the illumination magic passed by the cages, and the shadows of the iron bars all fled behind her, as if they had come alive. Catherine's heart inexplicably began to beat faster, and her calves were trembling. She stared in the dim light, trying to find if there were any survivors in the cages, not daring to miss any dark corner.
After walking a short distance, she seemed to catch a glimpse of the reflection of illumination magic.
Catherine's steps suddenly stopped. The halo of illumination trembled in the humid air, illuminating the distorted shadow behind the iron bars. The reflection came from the hair of a body stuck in the wall of the cage. It was... silver hair.
Catherine's pupils shrank rapidly to the size of a needle tip in the darkness, and all sounds were suddenly pulled out of this world.
The body, suspended from the wall by chains, took on an eerie bluish-gray hue. Its chest cavity lay open like a door kicked open by a thug, its ribs stretched fan-shaped by thick wire. Its dark red organs were coated in crystallized salt, which shone with an eerie pearlescent luster in the dim light—this was the Church's foremost embalming technique.
"Here!" The lizardmen saw Catherine stop and followed her gaze to see the person in the cage. They immediately surrounded him and broke the cage in no time.
"...Do you want to take it away?" The brown-scaled lizardman crawled into the cage, took a look, and then turned around to ask his companions.
"Clap."
The illumination ball of light smashed against the iron railings, and Catherine rushed in, "Take it away, take it away!"
Her voice was shaky as if it had been sandpapered.
The silver-haired young man in her memory always liked to smile smugly, quarreled with her endlessly, and caused all kinds of trouble. She hated him so much, but now, the silver hair of that body was stuck into clumps by blood, the silver eyes that once contained affection and smiles were covered with a turbid gray film, and the black holes where the canine teeth had been pulled out were faintly visible between his cracked lips.
"This one's no use." Raphael lashed his tail furiously, feeling angry and powerless at the tragic scene before him. This elf looked younger, but even worse than Lyrael outside. His exposed organs barely showed any signs of vitality, and many were damaged. There was no way he could be saved—
"I'm going to take it away!" Catherine just kept repeating it with broken sobs rolling in her throat. She claimed to be rational, but she lost her rationality again and again in this gloomy place, ruining her own plan. She stepped forward to tear off the iron hook that pierced through the flesh. When her fingertips accidentally touched the icy skin of the man's ankle, she couldn't help trembling all over and pressed her face against the moldy wall.
——As early as the first time she saw that silver hair, she had recognized it. How could she not recognize it? They had been together day and night for many years.
Kanyon! It turned out that the companion Lariel had been reluctant to mention and always wanted to keep secret was Kanyon! She was so stupid. Which other elf would go straight to the capital after escaping the human world?
"He's going to die." Even the night elf said it bluntly after approaching silently.
Catherine seemed to have grasped the last straw and quickly turned around and said, "He is a descendant of the royal elves. Please help me. The potion just now-"
"It's useless. He has been drained of more vitality than the one outside. His blood and cerebrospinal fluid are almost dry." The female elf's vision was not hindered by the darkness at all. She glanced at the holes in front and behind Kanien.
"...How many people came, so many people must go back together." Catherine struggled to free Canion from the iron chains. She staggered backwards under the pressure of his body, but still refused to let go - she couldn't bear to leave him here.
"..." Perhaps touched by these words, the female elf said nothing more. The elemental power beside her was surging, the heavy pressure on Catherine disappeared, and Canion floated in the air one meter high.
Catherine saw her raise her hand, and ice crystals began to condense on Kanien's body. His already pale face looked even more like a dead person, but the ice crystals also sealed his huge wound that could not heal, protecting his exposed organs.
The lizardmen looked at each other in confusion. The night elves seemed different from what was rumored.
"It's time for you to leave." There were no other living elves in this dungeon. Giselle said it again and walked out.
The lizardmen immediately divided the work and carried the two elves, running back the way they came without a moment's hesitation.
Catherine walked last, and as she left, she looked back.
"you……"
"Gichel." Flames began to dance in the elf's palm, illuminating her pale face.
She placed her hands on the crystal cabinets filled with elf remains, and bright red flames rushed in like fluid, then rushed through the pipes in all the connected cabinets.
In an instant, those crystal cabinets turned into a sea of fire, illuminating the entire basement like the interior of a Black Stone Tower volcano.
"We will meet again, Lady Catherine."
When Catherine saw the elf call out her name directly, she drew her dagger and walked towards the narrow door that Bishop Harris had used to come down.