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62 Marshlands

As soon as Wright's heartfelt words fell, there was a round of warm applause. The team members held an attitude of extreme contempt for the difficulties they were about to face and the difficulties they would face in the future. Because these traps are very dangerous to the world's most dangerous traps.

It is insignificant for excellent special warriors.

They stood up and looked up at the swamp that appeared in front of them with emotion, and with a look of extreme contempt, "Are you still afraid of this swamp when you come from a dense forest area?"

"But looking back," Wright reminded the team members, "Although we easily passed through the gloomy dense forest area, trying to cross the vast and boundless swamp in front of us is still a problem that cannot be ignored."

"Let me try it first." Sam took the lead, picked up a small stone at his feet and gently threw it to the swamp not far ahead. He only heard a "blop" sound, and in less than a second, the stone brushed against the ground.

It sank without a trace, and a few filthy mud bubbles popped up, making a continuous "gurgling" sound.

"Wow, in such a soft swamp, even a stone weighing only a few grams will sink instantly if thrown into it, not to mention how many people have to walk through it." Sam couldn't help shouting. (To be continued)


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