The rocket launcher exploded on the sea, and the clusters of fire were like blooming red flower buds, which were extremely conspicuous and beautiful at night.
Garen tipped his toes and fired a stream of water arrows that hit the rocket launcher.
With a bang, a violent explosion exploded on the sea not far in front of him. He protected his face with one hand. He waited until the fragments of the explosion dispersed before putting it down.
"How to solve it!?" He looked at the other people, and was surprised to find that the gun leader Nikon had taken out the small silver pistol and aimed it in the direction of the rocket launcher with a gloomy expression.
laugh!
There was a small sound, the small pistol lit up with a red light, and then fell silent.
At the same time, a clown on the cliff sneered at his chest and nailed a silver spiked ball. He hurriedly reached out to catch it.
laugh!!
The small ball suddenly exploded and turned into countless thin needles, shooting in all directions.
Silently, the entire group of clowns were pierced by fine needles and fell to the ground.
"Let's go, the scene has become so big, why not just shoot." Nikon blew the muzzle of the gun and regained his gentle expression.
The two of them immediately rushed out again.
On the sea, Garen finally reached the beach after treading water. It was more like stepping on water than treading on water. He used his huge physical strength and strength to step on the water, and then rushed forward with explosive force.
He was not a master of Qinggong. He was already soaked when he came ashore, and his cold clothes clung to his body, making him look tattered and extremely embarrassed.
As soon as he landed on the beach, he saw that the four members of Palosha Nightmare were already waiting for him. They were obviously faster than him in the sea water.
"It's so embarrassing!" Nightmare said helplessly, "Sorry about the new clothes I bought. I took a long time to choose them, but they were blown up in a flash."
Not only him, but also Andrela and gun king Nikon. Only Palosha was still clean and even had two suitcases in his hands, looking like an old gentleman who was preparing to go on a trip.
"It's Weisman's three generals! They're here too!" Nikon gritted his teeth, "I must kill him with my own hands this time!!"
"Do you want to go separately or stay with us?" Palosha asked calmly.
"I have other tasks and I won't be with you." Nikon shook his head, "Let's separate here."
"OK."
As soon as Nikon finished speaking, he quickly rushed back to the sea and began to rescue his soldiers ashore.
"Let's go too." Palosha turned around and walked towards the island.
Garen did not speak and followed Palosha slowly forward. The four of them were silent all the way and quickly groped forward on the island.
The ground is bare, covered with black hard rocks, and traces of white smoke are constantly emerging from the cracks in the stones. The smoke lingers, limiting the field of vision to a few meters.
The four of them left the seaside and walked on the inner island as if they were walking on land, surrounded by heavy fog.
The heavy fog ahead seems to never end, and it will always be a vast expanse of white.
Palosha found a spot on the back of a large rock, squatted down, opened his suitcase, and began to take out food and water for a meal.
"Eat some, we probably have to stay here for a while."
Andrela and Nightmare sat down respectively, picked up a piece of pancake and ate it with the poured milk.
Galen took a piece of pancake, tore it into small bites and ate it while looking at the surrounding environment.
The sky is white, and the surroundings are also white. Only the ground is bare black rocky ground, and you can only see a distance of less than three meters. The four of them are like an isolated island in the ocean, with no end in sight.
.
He reached out and grabbed a black stone and squeezed it gently.
Click.
The stone was broken into black powder, revealing the honeycomb structure inside. And it was very hot inside, close to 30 or 40 degrees Celsius.
"The terrain here is very strange. The geothermal heat is very high. The smoke smells like sulfur." He whispered.
"There are many secrets in the Smoke Island, but as long as you don't enter the ruins, there is no danger.
I only heard that some tourists got lost in the heavy fog and fell off the cliff and died, and the number was not large." Andrela explained, "We just need to be careful about other people who come to the island."
He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and slowly unfolded it, revealing a map.
"This is a partial topographic map of Smoke Island. It was drawn by someone in the past. However, it is of little use and is only for reference."
Several people came up to take a closer look.
There is a long strip of island drawn on the map, divided into two parts, marked with the southern domain and the northern domain respectively. The two areas are marked with small dots and names on the sides.
"There are some famous scenic spots on the Smoke Island. They are all different groups of figures, with numbers one to nine on them. Which one should we choose?" Andrela asked. "Tomorrow is the night of the full moon. If we want to enter the ruins,
Two conditions must be met.”
"One is a master of telekinesis, and that's me." Nightmare replied lazily.
"The second one is the key." Garen took over. "The question is where is the key?"
"The biggest possibility is that they are in the crowd of portraits. The three Weisman generals who just attacked us should also be here." Nightmare said casually, "The clothes I just bought were ruined. I have to settle this account with them.
.”
The golden sword holder and the golden seal were lost for no reason, and Garen felt inexplicably unhappy. These were all antiques with potential value, and now they were completely reduced to rubbish by the other party.
whee
Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the thick fog not far away.
"Who!" Andrela's eyes flashed coldly, and the silver light in her hand disappeared.
With a clang, a clown dressed in red and green clothes slowly walked out of the white mist. His face was covered with a red mask, and the corners of his mouth were split from the corners of his mouth to his ears, like a bloody mouth. He casually threw away a throwing knife in his hand.
"We are so lucky to see people here who were also attacked." The clown's sharp and unpleasant voice rang in several people's ears. "We were also attacked by Weisman's three generals, and our ship was destroyed.
I'm going to take revenge on them."
"Oh? Do you know where they are?" Nightmare took out a white pear from somewhere and took a bite.
"Of course, those people are about to get the key. Somehow, their information is too accurate." The clown's strange emphasis seemed a bit awkward, as if the key was the most important item for the entrance to the ruins, but he was confused.
The deputy laughed and gloated. "How is it? Do you want to go?"
"You informed a lot of people, right?" Garen asked in a low voice.
"Of course. Who dared them to openly attack the people who came to the island this time? If they don't teach them a lesson, they really think that the Wiseman government is invincible in the world." The clown replied sharply.
"So how many of you are there?" Garen continued to ask.
"Do you think I can answer this question?" The clown chuckled.
"That's right. But why do we have to believe you?"
"Because you have to go. Anyone who wants to get the key will not miss this opportunity. They are in the north, go that way, and I will guide you." The clown said with a smile, "We have something in common.
The enemies, deal with them first, and take action later.”
He took the lead and walked in one direction.
Palosha stood still, his face expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
The other two just smiled without any additional actions.
Garen's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly he vaguely seemed to smell something. He raised his feet and walked out, not in the direction led by the clown, but in the opposite direction.
"You're on the wrong track." The clown looked back at him.
"Come with me, they are over here."
"I need to ask you where I'm going?" Garen frowned and walked forward without hesitation.
Whoosh!
The clown left and came back, blocking Garon's path.
"You can't go this way. You'd better come with me."
"What do you mean?" Garen's face turned slightly cold. "You'd better get out of my way right away."
"Little guy, you must not go down this road, otherwise I will be very angry~" A strange smile appeared on the clown mask.
"Should you please step aside?" Garen's nose suddenly smelled something coming from this direction, and his voice suddenly became cold.
"If you want to die, I can help you." A hint of chill gradually appeared in the clown's words.
"Looking for death? Hehe, just let me see how you let me die!!" Garen's face was ferocious. He opened his big hand and grabbed it towards the opposite side.
boom!!!
An invisible aura suddenly enveloped the clown, and its claws were like blue-black steel claws, grabbing his face brazenly. The invisible strong wind blew the surrounding white mist violently, blowing to both sides like a wave.
Woo!!
The clown screamed loudly, threw down his sleeves, and released a large number of black grenades. His body was extremely fast to avoid the catch.
Boom!
The two retreated as soon as they touched, a violent explosion exploded in the middle, and the fire swept away and blew away a large amount of white mist around them.
"Idol. East King's Hand!!"
Garon's eyes sharpened, and he instantly turned into a black shadow and rushed out, grabbing the clown up and down with his palms, and the air was filled with an ear-piercing scream from his claws.
A transparent wall seemed to appear out of thin air in front of him. The wall was formed by the rotation and entanglement of countless air cyclones. It was like a huge boulder pressing down on the top, tearing towards the clown and surrounding it.
The clown made a sharp scream and turned around to escape.
Tear!!
The clown's body was suddenly torn in half, and blood rained all around.
Garen's hands were still two meters away from him.
"Vulnerable." He snorted coldly, walked slowly to the clown's head, and crushed the clown's head with a slap.
With a tip of his toe, a silver card flew into his hand.
The playing cards are made of metal and have a black and white imp pattern printed on them.
"It's the clown from Solitaire." Nightmare covered his nose with a fragrant handkerchief and walked over slowly. "The Clown King has ten clones under his command. Each has a different code name, and you should be one of them. I heard that the clown is covered in blood.
Either they are highly poisonous or they are traps, all of them are masters of poison. It’s a pity that they were torn in half by you before they even saw it.”
He took a closer look at Galleon.
"Killing people with air currents from across the air. Garen, have you reached that state now?"