Chapter 2553 The absolute victory over Wang Qi (8)
Chapter 2553 A decisive victory over Wang Qi (8)
"Well..." The road ahead was actually quite narrow. While Bediwell was still worried about whether Bereld would be stuck because of his too tall stature, the gladiator walking in front had already made a sound.
He hummed depressedly.
"Are you really...stuck?" the werewolf young man asked.
"Ahahaha..." Bereld smiled bitterly and said, "This seems a bit slow."
"You're kidding! Squeeze harder!" Bedivere couldn't help but urge. He could already see the faint light coming from the other end of the crack. If Bereld got stuck at this time, wouldn't all the previous efforts be wasted?
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"Okay, um..." So the bald man kept pushing forward, using the strength of a sucker to push forward, while letting out an unpleasant muffled groan.
Then he farted with a pop.
"Hey!!" Bediwell, who was behind Bereld, immediately roared, "Asshole! Are you kidding me?!"
"Sorry, sorry, I ate a lot of baked soybeans with tomato juice this morning, which is difficult to digest." Bereld tried to change his posture and continued to move forward.
"Oh my God!" The werewolf youth's nose was already very sensitive, and the scene was still a relatively closed environment. In this environment, the smell could kill the wolf.
"Ah ha ha ha ha." The bastard still slapped him as if nothing had happened. Bedivere, who was dizzy from the smoke, had more and more veins on his forehead.
"Just," Bedivere urged after the smell dissipated a little, "just take out those two extra arms of yours from your chest. They are obviously getting in the way, and four arms grabbing the wall and squeezing harder will definitely be better than two.
The arms are better."
"Well..." Bereld paused. He was originally a deformed man with four arms. The two smaller, extra arms were usually folded on his chest, which made people mistakenly think that he was a deformed man.
Those are the guy's strong chest muscles. He knows how to use clothes to hide his unusual features, but this also prevents his "specialty" from being used in time at critical moments.
"Well, the wall is a bit tight. If I forcefully free my arms, my shirt will probably be torn," Bereld said.
"If it breaks, just break it? Don't you bring a change of clothes when you go out on an adventure? Can't you just put it on later?" the werewolf youth urged irritably: "Anyway, squeeze through this damn slit first.
Get out! I can't breathe!"
In fact, the smell in the crack had already returned to its original freshness by this time, but Bediwell was afraid that Bereld would make another fart.
"That's a good question. I really didn't bring a change of clothes. I was camping out this morning when someone from the brotherhood called me suddenly. In addition to the equipment that the brotherhood prepared for me,
I really didn’t bring anything."
"Aww..." Bedivere let out a wolf howl that was very similar to a real wolf: "Then, if the clothes are damaged, then they are damaged. Just go shirtless. A man can do it if he is shirtless.
Do you have any scruples?"
"Well, the return trip will be a problem, people will see my two...ahem...extra arms." Bereld said: "This matter even affects most fraternities.
No one knows about it, only Elder Karzan and his family, who have a close relationship with me, know about it. All in all, I don’t want too many people to see my two arms.”
"Ouch..." Bedivere howled again, unable to complain anymore.
"Stand still and don't move." He grabbed the tungsten turtle tongue whip, manipulated the whip like a living snake, and slowly crawled towards Bereld.
"Wait, wait, wait...what do you want to do??"
"I'll help you unbutton your shirt, so that you can free your arms and don't have to worry about damaging your shirt, right?" the werewolf young man snorted.
"That's the truth, but... Wow, hahahaha! Stop! It's so itchy! You tentacle monster, hahahahaha..."
ten minutes later.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha..." With a red face and rough clothes, Bereld finally stepped out from the narrow gap, and this guy looked at Bedivere warily.
"What? I helped you, and you still don't know how to be grateful?" The werewolf young man rolled his eyes at the other party.
"It's helpful to look like this...you big pervert~!" the bald man said jokingly, covering his chest.
"Ouch." The werewolf youth covered his forehead, feeling that not only was he unable to complain, but he was completely exhausted.
"The lights are on..." While Bereld was busy buttoning his coat back, Bediwell looked around and found that there were many oil lamps shining brightly in this abandoned mining platform.
The oil lamps seem to be connected by pipes. Some low-cost but strong and durable iron pipes allow a small amount of oil to drip out from the small gaps in the pipe body and fall on the oil-receiving plates of the oil lamps everywhere, so that once they light up
As long as it is blown out by the wind, it can basically ensure that there is enough fuel to keep the light on. Oil lamps are still the kind of ever-burning lamps with extremely low fuel consumption. Their flames are only as big as wheat grains, which is insignificant at first, but when they are used in such a
After the areas in the dark mine were lit up, the mutual brightness superimposed, making the mining area less dark.
When Bediwell crossed the crack just now, he had already seen the faint light coming from the end of the crack. At that time, he thought that the top of the mining platform was not sealed well, causing the light from the ground to come in. However, the fact is not that simple.
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"The fake Elder Cattelan must have been here and started the lighting system." Bereld replied: "The oil supply system is made by directly pressing and refining a mineral oil stone that the miners dug up during mining. It is very durable.
It is burned, and it is very cheap. Generally, it will not be taken away after the mine is abandoned, and it will remain like this for a long time. Therefore, you can still find usable lighting systems in mining platforms that were abandoned dozens or hundreds of years ago.
.Well...the trouble is just lighting these lamps one by one."
"What are you doing?" Bediwell saw Bereld starting to light lamps everywhere, and couldn't help but stop him: "Have you forgotten that the sound of burning torches will attract those crystal monsters??"
"If we hold the torch in our hands, yes." Bereld replied, still lighting the lamp as if nothing had happened, and the surrounding environment became brighter: "But you see, the whole area here is lit, it is the light source
It is also the source of sound. When there are so many sounds, the monsters will be disturbed by the oil lamps, and it will not be easy to find us------provided that your physique that attracts monsters has really improved."
"Hahaha." Bedivere knew that the other party still didn't believe him, so he could only apologize with a smile.
Bereld carried an electronic lighter with him and was very skilled in lighting. The brightness of the entire area doubled in an instant. The werewolf youth used the light to examine the mining platform and saw many crude and wooden boards.
The ladders and overhead platforms that were built seem to be all designed to allow the miners to move up and down smoothly and dig out as much ore as possible. I don’t know if it is because of the concrete or the lighting system.
This mining platform does not have the same cold and slippery feeling as other places in [Pan's Cave]. The surrounding rocks mixed with concrete and limestone are very dry, and even feel inexplicably comfortable to the touch.
"They should develop this place into a secret base." Bedivere said jokingly: "I bet if these damn caves are sorted out a little, it will be very comfortable to live in. The place is also hidden enough to avoid and resist the invasion of foreign enemies.
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"Actually, something similar did happen before, with bandits occupying abandoned mining platforms as their dens." Bereld replied: "But you know, all this will not end well. These mining platforms are just
The limestone caves were reinforced with highly fluid concrete, but the foundations were not actually laid. It would be good if they could last for a few years without collapsing, but it would be almost impossible to sustain them for a long time. They would eventually collapse or cause various problems.
.The sealing performance of the mining platform will also gradually weaken over time------haven't you seen the results? The crack we just entered is a good example. In another year and a half, it will become
It needs to get bigger and bigger. Then the large monsters from outside can crawl in through the cracks and turn this place into their den. If there are people living here, it will probably be a dead end."
"Is that why they sealed the entrance to the mining platform with concrete?"
"No, the main purpose of sealing the entrance is to prevent rainwater. If the rainwater fills up the mining platform and cannot be drained out in time, it may cause large-scale subsidence and affect more mining platforms in use nearby. They must seal the entrance.
It will die, and several artificial drain openings will be created like the crack just now. After all, no one can guarantee that the entrance to the mining platform can be completely sealed and rainwater will not flow in at all."
"So the gap just now was made artificially?"
"Semi-artificially made. It was definitely not that big at the beginning, and it was just excavated casually to the extent that it can be connected to [Pan's Cave] so that rainwater can be sent out. But since there will be rainwater flowing out from there, it will inevitably
It was eroded. The erosion of time and rain made it double or even several times larger. This is weathering."
"That's it." The werewolf young man snorted: "You are very familiar with these, Mr. Bereld."
"It's necessary. I've explored many caves. I'm also a former partner of Elder Karzan, and I've helped them build many mining platforms like this."
"Is it really that simple?" the werewolf young man asked.
"What do you want to explain?" Bereld, who was lighting the lamp, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Bediwell.
"I'm just guessing -------" Bedivere blinked and said slyly: "For example, Mr. Bereld, you originally worked in a similar mine as a slave, or something like that."