It was dark inside the prison.

  A series of cold wind blew by, and the nasty rotten smell of flesh dispersed into the area even more.

  This place was filled with dark moss, and the bloodstain added more color and decoration. The metal torture instruments were rusty and blood-stained, and they swung in the wind and made a series of light metal-colliding noises.

  The chilly cries of the prisoners would sound from time to time, and the crackling noises were coming from the flames in the brazier got rid of the gloominess and moisture.

  "Sir, please be careful of your steps. This way," a thin and ugly-looking warden led the way respectfully.

  After making several turns and pa.s.sing by more than a dozen bared-up cells, Fei arrived at a cell that was more s.p.a.cious and drier. It was bright in there, and the smell of burning coal filled the cell. The metal instruments were red-hot, and four half-naked warders single-kneeled to salute the King.

  At the moment, two figures were tightly locked onto the wall by thick metal chains that had magic engravings on them. Yellow earth-elemental Magic Power would flash on these chains, making them extremely firm and durable. It didn’t matter how hard these two struggled; they couldn’t get free.

  "It is you…… Ah!!!!! King of Chambord! Let me go!"

  After hearing the footsteps, one of the two looked up and saw Fei. Like an injured beast, he struggled ferociously and roared after a moment of pause. As a resentful and scared expression appeared on his face, his for limbs tried to break free and created loud metal-colliding noises.

  He was the second disciple of Big Snow Mountain, Tony.

  The person beside him was the ruler of Big Snow Mountain, [Snow Mountain Hermit]. At the moment, he was a lot calmer.

  Pia! Pia! Pia!

  The thin warden swung his whip, and several wounds appeared on Tony’s body. He scolded, "You b.a.s.t.a.r.d! How dare you act so arrogantly in front of King Alexander? Yuck! Do you think you are still the Moon-Cla.s.s Elite? These whips should make you understand your situation. Remember! You are His Majesty’s prisoner! Your status is lower than a slave!"

  The warden’s whip had a spike on the end, and it was made to cause the maximum amount of pain. Since Tony’s Warrior Energy was sealed up by the Undead Bone Dragon, he was no different to an ordinary person. Therefore, these several whips tore through his skin and made him cry loudly.

  "Stop it! You…… Alexander! You are also a warrior! Why do you have to humiliate a warrior’s honor? Why are you letting this low-life warden humiliate a Moon-Cla.s.s Elite?" As if he was triggered, [Snow Mountain Hermit] could no longer keep his cool. He instantly opened his mouth and shouted.

  Fei waved his hand and signaled the warden to back off for now.

  "Low-life warden? I don’t think the profession of the warden is that low. This man is only trying to do his job, and he had been doing this for more than a dozen years. He is using hard work and his own hands to make a living; what is low about it? In my mind, he is living with dignity and a straight back!" Fei sneered and refuted as he slowly sat on the stone chair that had a fur cover on it, "What is low about it?"

  "You……" [Snow Mountain Hermit] was stuck.

  On the Azeroth Continent, only the high-up masters enjoyed limitless honor and privileges. Ordinary people were no different to slave in their eyes. The fact that an ordinary warden was punishing a Moon-Cla.s.s Elite was a huge shame, but [Snow Mountain Hermit] didn’t know how to reply even though he thought that Fei wasn’t reasonable.

  On the other hand, the thin warden was touched by what Fei said. His body shivered as tears appeared in his eyes. He had worked in this prison in Dual-Flags City for many years, and all of his dreams and aspirations were ground by life. In order to make a living and feed his family, he spent most of his life here and could only go back home once in ten days. The gloomy and chilly atmosphere of the prison turned him from a high-spirited young man into a skeleton-like character. Even though all the prisoners feared him, people in the outside world were disgusted by his looks.

  He had heard stories about King Alexander.

  He knew that this man attacked the 60,000 enemies on his own and saved Mr. Ribry, defeated the Head Commander of Jax with one punch, and scared the Sand Ghost of Jax so much that they didn’t dare to siege the city for half a month……

  When he was young, he dreamed of himself doing similar things.

  However, he was in such a low-position now.

  TL NOTE: Ay, some faceslaps!

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