Garen didn't answer, just threw the card to Nightmare.!
"Let's go, there seems to be something in that direction." He walked directly towards the direction he just decided.
Nightmare and Andrela looked at Palosha.
The latter shook his head and said in a low voice: "We don't need to create extraneous problems."
"I think you'd better go take a look. It may be necessary." Garen turned around and said.
Palosha closed his eyes and stopped answering.
"Huh." Garen didn't bother to say more and walked towards the thick fog.
Andrela and Nightmare were speechless. They looked at them respectively, and finally followed Garen.
"Although I had long expected that there might be disagreements and parting ways, I didn't expect it to happen so early." Andrela said helplessly, "But everyone has their own purpose, and their opinions and actions are different. Gallon and Pa
Luo Sha is both the top martial artist, and it is normal for them to have different actions."
"I don't care." Nightmare rested lazily on Andrela's shoulder, leaning on him while walking. "I'm so bored lately, Leila, I have a suggestion."
"Laila, what do you think when we get to the center of the island and have everyone gathered and have an open-air field battle? Don't you want to be famous? Then you will be famous all over the world?" Nightmare suggested lazily, "I won't do any tricks.
Do you mind~~"
"Of course you don't mind." Andrela was speechless. "It'll be fine if you change your physical appearance. What should I do?!" He knew that Nightmare could do it. If such a thing really happened, Nightmare couldn't tell.
When you get excited, it's normal for you to sneak attack and knock him out, which will lead to a big drama.
"And I don't want to be famous, I just want to say it. I won't tell you. I can't explain it to you."
The three of them walked into the thick fog and soon disappeared.
Palosha still sat where he was, his eyes slightly closed and motionless.
In the thick fog, Garen strode forward in the direction from which the smell came. Soon, some blood stains gradually appeared on the black rock ground in front of him. The blood was dark red and black, and it had obviously been for some time.
As I walked further, I suddenly heard a crackling sound. It was not loud, like something grease was burning.
Soon, a pile of burning flames appeared in front of Garen. The green and red flames burned slowly on a pile of messy corpses, and thick black smoke continued to float out.
Garen stood in front of the fire and took a look at the corpse above.
"All clowns."
Nightmare walked over and glanced at it, and received it casually: "The cause of death was that the chest was pierced by a steel needle. It is very similar to Nikon's previous method."
"It seems that the person who attacked us on the sea just now is probably the Joker." Garron narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Maybe it is the person they want to blame Weisman?"
"Whatever, let's not worry about anything else. Go directly to the location of the key. Whether it's to open the ruins tomorrow or fight for the key, you have to go to the portrait group over there. Why don't we go there earlier and see who is there in the Southern Territory.
Stay."
"Both the Southern Territory and the Northern Territory have separate keys?"
"Of course." Andrella replied, "Two on each side. Only four people are eligible to compete for the black tobacco pot."
"I remember rushing across from the map. We need to pass through two key places in the middle, right?" Garen has a super memory and just memorized the map. "A canyon gap and a cliff edge."
They are all easily ambushed."
"The map is a map, but do you have a way to identify the direction in the fog?" Nightmare frowned.
"Then how do they identify the direction?" Garen knelt down and took a closer look at the clown's corpse on the fire.
Nightmare squatted down and began to look at the patterns on the ground.
"Let's just follow the old method. The rocks on the ground here have fixed lines. As long as you follow the direction of the lines, you will be fine. As long as you meet a living person, it will be easy."
"This is the only way." Garen frowned and said, "Let's go, go there as soon as possible, and if you encounter a living person, just capture him and question him."
He glanced at the patterns on the ground and strode out in the other direction. The two people behind him followed closely.
The rocks in front are getting higher and higher, and some have deep ravines and gaps between them, so they have to jump across. The smoke in the gaps on the ground is getting thicker and thicker, and it is almost impossible to see the two meters around them. The three of them can only
Rely on smell and hearing to avoid getting lost.
Soon, a pile of corpses appeared on the ground in front of them. They were all soldiers wearing white clothes. There were no medals or national emblems. The three of them checked the characteristics of the corpses and found nothing.
Continuing to walk forward, explosions and roars could be heard from time to time all around, seemingly in a far, far away direction. There were also gunshots and vague roars.
The surrounding thick fog covered everything completely.
"Has it started yet? Fighting for the key." Garen looked at the direction of the explosion from a distance.
"The keys have been out for a long time, but I don't know who has them. It is said that the keys were brought in from outside. There are two in the south and north. They open two entrances respectively, and you can enter the ruins. But I heard that the so-called ruins are not
It's not big, it's very small, and I don't know which ruin the black tobacco bottle is in." Andrela explained.
Garen stopped talking and continued to walk around the corpse and follow the lines.
In the thick white fog! A group of figures in clown costumes quietly came to the clown's body. The body was bloody and cut into two pieces, it was too horrible to look at.
They held red torches in their hands, and the firelight dimly illuminated their masked faces.
"The white ghost only had time to report the news before he was killed." The leading clown made a weird voice, as if his voice was trembling.
"We underestimated the white peacock."
"Give up trying to stop them and switch to someone else. Our agreement with Immortal Palace is to reduce the number of unqualified participants as much as possible. Since they are qualified, let them in." The leading clown whispered.
"Queen, if it were you, would you be sure to escape unscathed?" He suddenly turned to ask a clown on his right.
"I don't know."
"That means we're not sure?" the clown in the lead paused, "Forget it, let's go, you guys split up to check other sections of the road."
"yes."
All the clowns immediately dispersed, leaving only the leading clown alone.
He slowly walked to the corpse, squatted down, and pinched the skin of the corpse with his middle hand.
"What a domineering power, what a vicious move." His usually joking eyes gradually flashed with a hint of solemnity.
boom!
Garen slapped a masked man in black on the waist with his palm. The opponent flew out like a cannonball and hit a stone not far away. The bones in his body made a crackling sound. He didn't know how many bones were broken. He was completely breathless.
He stood up straight and glanced around.
The ground was littered with corpses of men in black clothes, with a white clown pattern on the corpses' black clothes.
Andrela and Nightmare also came from the other two directions.
Andrella shook the blood off her sword.
"These people are still clowns. What role can they play by arranging them here? To die?"
"Perhaps it's to screen out the qualifications to participate in the competition." Nightmare yawned. "It's so boring. It's just a little better than ordinary people, and then it's useless in one click. It's not fun at all."
The three of them were standing in front of a narrow tunnel. In front of them was a passage between two mountain walls, just big enough for one person to pass through. The passage between the black rocks looked increasingly deep and bottomless in the thick fog.
"Are you leaving?" Nightmare asked casually.
"Of course." Garen strode into the tunnel. Suddenly his expression changed and he quickly jumped backwards.
Boom!!!
There was a deafening huge explosion.
A large swath of red flames accompanied by rubble rushed toward the three of them.
DANG DANG DANG DANG!!!
Andrela's body suddenly appeared in front of Gallon, and the long sword in her hand instantly turned into a silver mirror, directly cutting all the rubble into pieces, and even the flames were completely blocked.
The three people were rushed tens of meters away by the huge impact, and several scorch marks were drawn on the ground.
Looking across this area from above, a red mushroom cloud slowly rises, and strong winds roll up around it, blowing away large areas shrouded in white fog, revealing large areas of black rocky ground.
"Clown King!" Garen was completely furious. He was already furious when he lost the golden sword holder and the golden seal. Now he was attacked by clowns one after another. In just a moment, he was almost completely blown up by the buried explosives.
If he hadn't felt something was wrong with the surrounding ground environment, which seemed to have been moved by someone, he might have been injured by this explosion.
He's not afraid of bullets, but that doesn't mean he's not afraid of being hit completely in the front by high-yield explosives.
Not only him, Nightmare and Andrella were also disgraced and no longer as calm and relaxed as before.
"Let's go!" Garen waved his hand and smashed away an exploding rock, striding forward. He was attacked one after another and fell into a state of embarrassment and passivity. He became increasingly impatient.
"My makeup!!" Nightmare cried sadly and tried to take out the dressing mirror to make up for the stained face. When he touched his pocket, he found that the dressing mirror had been completely broken into countless pieces. "Damn Clown King, don't let me see you!!
"
Andrela silently dusted off the dirt on her body.
The three of them accelerated one after another, following the lines on the ground and rushing towards the first point.
In the center of the Southern Territory, a strange area without any fog.
Black stone statues stand here one after another, standing or sitting with different movements, forming a dense forest of black stone.
In the middle of the forest of statues, there is an open space surrounded by stone statues without any obstacles.
A group of people wearing black coats were walking cautiously in this open space. They stayed close to the stone statues and jumped to difficult places. They were extremely cautious about the wide and flat open spaces.
"This is it, everyone, please be careful. Are you okay, Tali?" The blond woman walking in the front looked back worriedly.
"It's okay, I can still hold on. Don't treat me like a little flower in the greenhouse." A middle-aged man in the back row of the team replied. He was chewing on a black pipe, and he even smashed it and took a puff from time to time.
"By the way, what about the things we found? Are there any results?" He looked at a fat bearded man to one side.