87_87643 is spacious, bright, but full of some indescribable gloomy atmosphere, or should I say that it is a workshop.

The sturdy and tall furnaces crouched around the hall, emitting a low, heavy burning sound like the gasping of a behemoth. The figures of these blast furnaces are longing, but most of them are quite strange...... His movements are slow and stiff, and he hesitates in the staggered light and shadow of the fire and various facilities. Occasionally, the two of them overlapped and didn't know how to dodge, and they didn't complain after they bumped into each other, but just staggered apart and continued to work mechanically and simply.

There were a few other standing fellows, all wrapped in black-gray coarse cloth robes, and they would never lift their hoods to breathe even if they were close to the flames jumping in the furnace. They just stood silently, looking at the laborers around them with indifferent eyes. Instead of increasing the vitality of the place, the people, the equipment, and the light added a bit of ghostly energy, like a group of marionettes manipulated by an invisible hand, lifeless.

This tomb-like calm was suddenly shattered. Without warning, a series of loud explosions came from a blast furnace in the corner, red fires erupted from every opening above, and several coolies who were nearby were also knocked down by the air waves—the shock made the black-robed overseers finally look like normal people, and they all ran to the accident site, shouting loudly to drive the workers who were still dull and sluggish to respond.

The fires and heat struck, but they did not develop further into an uncontrollable situation. The flowing fire on the floor was restrained by the force that poured out of the furnace with it, and the flames continued to rage, and the heat was steaming. The air above the flames began to distort due to the effect of the temperature difference, and at the same time it was stained with a faint red halo that looked as if it were ...... It looks like the shape of an arch.

Kairo, Morriel, and finally Jacob, the plane merchant, were thrown out of the red halo inside the door.

"Where have we been?" said Kyro, stroking his head.

"It's hot everywhere. Morriel lowered his head and straightened his robe, "Huh, what about forty-seven?"

Forty-seven came out of the burning furnace. The flames wrapped around him like a cloak, the deformed furnace behind him was like the barrel of a gun, and a pair of red eyes shone brightly in the smoke and flames: "This trip is quite passable. ...... What is it? Are you filming "Zombies Out of the Cage" here?"

It wasn't surprising that he thought so. The "people" who were numb and sluggish around and didn't even know the flames on their bodies were not human beings - at least certainly not living people.

Their eyes were hollow, their cheeks were sunken, and they were wrapped in clothes and bandages. Basically, small parts such as eyes, ears, and fingers are missing, and they smell of antiseptic liquid from head to toe. One of them came closer, and Forty-Seven grabbed him by the belt and threw him out, only to fall apart in mid-air, falling from his rags with a clatter, like a mass of unwrapped garbage.

"What are you doing, stop attacking, intruders!" cried the black-robed men, Morriel could see the thin cheeks and stubble under their hoods. And the anger in his eyes, as if he had found a large group of cockroaches in the kitchen of his house.

"It's the dead! Looks like we're running to the big morgue of the Society of the Dead!" Jacob cried, "There's no need to dwell on them!

Forty-seven and the others followed Jacob towards an exit at the other end of the hall. At the behest of the black-robed dead, the zombies working in the halls all changed their targets and gathered around them - unfortunately, as in the movies, the living dead had neither speed nor brains, and could not pose a threat at all except by a crumpled face with numbers carved into it and pus seeping out of a sewn mouth.

They left the messy hall and entered the hallway. Forty-seven followed at the end, and brought the big iron gate with a "bang". A zombie arm that was about to grab him on the shoulder was pinched off like a thin cloth in scissors, and it twitched slightly after falling to the ground. The chain on the door locks automatically after a few turns, and the zombie's cloudy milky eyes can only glare at the back of the tin man through the wire window, slamming the door with his body in vain, and his mouth makes a "sizzle" scream.

Jacob trotted briskly along the dimly lit hallway, which was lined with closed doors. The ceiling is covered with eerie decorative patterns. It was as if they belonged to a different time and space than the incineration chamber that a few people had just come out of, and there was nothing else left except for the echo of their footsteps. It's like staying in a big coffin.

"Over here," Jacob turned into a staircase, his hat rubbed against the beam, "we need to hurry, we'd better get out of here before we alarm more dead." ”

"If they really call it 'the Dead,' I'd love to make them live up to their name. Forty-seven said as he walked.

"Don't bother, I've seen this Seal City faction on the data. Morrill poured cold water on him as always, "Whatever you think, I'm not interested in provoking a force that can make a peace deal with the undead. ”

The staircase twists and turns, sloping downward, leading to a room filled with metal beds and all sorts of odd contraptions. Some of the corpses were placed on iron beds, and tubes protruded from the nearby machine to join their bodies, some of which had been dissected, and the muscles and ligaments were hung by iron hooks, which were pulled up and stretched as if to prove the limit of the tension of the flesh, revealing the broken ribs inside.

There were also a few zombie workers wandering around, and they probably hadn't received any new orders from the dead, so they turned a blind eye to the sudden intrusion of the 47-1 group - but a dead man who was disposing of the corpses at the dissection table looked up in amazement at the uninvited strangers.

Upon entering, Jacob quickly glanced around.

"Found it!please keep up!" he pushed down a zombie that stood in his way, stepped over him, and rushed to the other end of the room—but there was nothing but a few rows of iron shelves standing by the wall.

Jacob squeezed into the middle of the iron rack. He had a dry human bone in his hand, and he didn't know from which corpse he had picked it from. The dead who came to their senses began to scream, cursing them for messing up the room and disrespecting death.

"I'm sorry for causing you a lot of trouble!" Jacob gestured for everyone else to come over, and then took out a small bag of money from his bosom and threw it at the deceased: "This is a little compensation for you, hopefully ......"

The broken bones in the merchant's hands began to writhe as if they were still on the body of a living man. In response, the iron shelves on both sides trembled like a sheep's horn - and shook more and more violently, crackling and shaking some of the bottles and cans on top of them everywhere.

The process is quick. Only a few seconds at most. There was a loud "clang" that made one wonder if the iron frame had fallen and crashed together—but no. A lightning bolt suddenly lit up in the air

Go to one side of the shelf and flow along the ground to the other, and finally back to a closed quadrilateral.

The portal opened.

Forty-seven, Morriel, Carro, Jacob, a large amount of dust, and a piece of organ that had been soaked in solution and did not know what it was, fell together into the muddy water several inches deep. The temperature was a bit low, and the cold air with the smell of smoke surrounded them. The crooked buildings cast strange shadows from above. The dirty, sticky smoke pressed down on the head like a hat, and seemed only slightly higher than the smoke on the dirty roof.

Morriel had to stand on top of the garbage heap to avoid the mud beneath his feet. The rotting vegetables were wet and greasy to step on, and they could be felt through the soles of their shoes, which made the female mage determined to keep the good habit of preparing one or two small cleaning spells every day. Kairo was quick to react, and the mud that splashed at her turned into crumbling ice on the way, and the footing was even more solid and frozen. So Jacob was the only one who endured the iron-faced "baw, haw, chirp" stomping and playing with mud.

However, the plane merchant's reaction at the moment was somewhat strange. He didn't greet others at the first time, but was a little stunned like a wooden stake. His gaze slowly swept over the dilapidated buildings that were a little sorry for the name "house." They're all bizarre and crumbling. It is all patchwork of wood, stone or other materials, and at a glance you know that it is produced everywhere in the world, the south and the north. Supporting each other and leaning against each other, it makes people feel that they are in danger of collapsing at any time. Many places are covered with black vines, and the branches and leaves are densely packed with sharp barbs, which seem to have a bit of a connection and reinforcement effect. Jacob just watched, even the ghostly graffiti on the wall. The piles of garbage and clogged gutters beside the streets, and finally stared into the depths of the alley, which was blurry. The fog swams and obscures the view, connecting upwards into the equally foggy sky.

"What the hell are you looking for?" Since no one paid attention, Forty-Seven stopped his prank.

Jacob spoke, and his voice was unusual. "Imprint City...... The City of Ten Thousand Gates. His voice was low and slow, as if it were coming not from his mouth but from some distant place: "A pit full of wild beasts, a cage where all races are imprisoned, a truly neutral harbor, a garland at the apex of the Infinite Pinnacle, a place of magnificent wonders...... Dangerous, surprising, incredible...... Imprint City. ”

After this emotion, which was close to an aria, the merchant came back to his senses. He met Morriel's surprised gaze and smiled a little self-defeatingly: "I'm sorry, I'm rude...... But speaking of which, no matter how many places I've traveled or how many worlds I've seen, I've always been amazed and missed by the city of Imprints...... Even if it is considered by many to be a terrible stinking quagmire. ”

Forty-seven also looked at the place where Jacob had looked. He didn't care about the dilapidated houses that were like slums, and the greasy mist that always floated couldn't obscure his vision, so the metal man clearly saw in the distance, seeing something enough to pique his interest.

"Interesting structure...... It's really nostalgic. Forty-seven tilted his face, turned his head slowly and methodically, and said to himself.

The mage was sure that Ironface, like herself, had never been to Seal City before—but she knew that Ironface didn't have a doorkeeper on his mouth, so it wasn't strange to say anything.

The Plane Merchant took a few steps away from the mud, not forgetting to throw away the bones in his hand, or he would risk being sucked back into the dead man's place where the dead were more dead than alive by the blackened and crumbling door hole behind him.

"Although there have been some ......twists and turns," Jacob bowed slightly to them, "But I have finally fulfilled my promise and brought you to the Seal City safely." ”

Then the work of the contemptible man came to an end. I'm willing to continue to do my best for you, but ......," he pondered, deciding to get straight to the point, "but I'm not afraid of jokes, and I'm quite self-aware below." With my ability, I am still a little sure of my own body, and the matter of taking the chestnut in the fire is too thrilling. Those who are against you...... That's right, I know a few of them. Miss Morrill, I suppose you must have known the two mages who set up a trap in Ribcage City to ambush you and the Iron Knight? Based on my analysis of the portal trap, if I'm not mistaken, it's likely that its original destination was Flegosus. ”

"Fregosus?" Morrill strode into the dry area. The alley was dark and silent, and there was no one but them, and the tongue-twisted word seemed to be like an inexplicable shiver suddenly felt behind the lone traveler here, causing the hairs to stand on end.

"That's right, Fregosus, the fourth level of Bato's Otherworld, Scorching Hell, Flame Abyss. The merchant followed Moriel: "First of all, it is undoubtedly connected to the Cursed Door in the Prex Mansion...... But as far as I know, the default exit there is the Bronze Fortress of the first level of Bato's Otherworld, and ordinary people can't withstand the harsh environment of Flegsos, and the Butterzu demons are usually not willing to let others enter such a deep place in Bato's Otherworld. ”

Jacob paused, and the mage stopped rubbing the soles of her boots on the ground and looked up, "What do you mean?"

"If you want to change the exit of the cursed gate, those two mages can't do it, and Prix can't do it, and maybe even the first layer lord of hell, Lord Bair, can't do it easily. He began to rub his fingers again, meeting Moriel's gaze: "Actually, even that portal I doubt if it was established by the two of them, after all, they are only the main material people, and this kind of thing is simply unimaginable if it is not for the dimensional creatures who are very experienced in otherworld travel." And it seems to have some kind of intense energy as the key...... If the Iron Samurai had done it right there, we'd have reached Market City in Fregothos instead of from the incinerator of the dead. ”

At this point, he glanced at Forty-Seven, and if there was a pen and paper, the words "Don't you see who I am?" must have been able to pull off the tin man's face.

"So......" Moriel sighed softly, "There is a more troublesome character behind Dagulas than the first-tier lord Bayer?"

Jacob bowed his head.

"Oh well. The female mage nodded: "No wonder, just mentioning the name of the Nine Lords of Hell is enough to make people feel uneasy from the depths of their souls. I understand you. But ......"

She also looked up at the foggy sky: "Do us one last favor." It is undeniable that any main material person who comes to the city of Marks for the first time is a real hillbilly. Before we say goodbye, could you please recommend a slightly better place where there are not so many flies and thieves?"

Jacob answered without hesitation and skillfully. "As you wish, Miss Moriel!".