Chapter 952: Seeking the Eternity in the Center of the Earth (25)
Chapter 952: Looking for the Netherworld in the Center of the Earth (Twenty-five)
"Hehehe, it's easy! It's so easy!" Calvin smiled and walked over to pick up the props on the ground.
"It's so easy!" Husky put away his sword. Once out of danger, he thought of cursing: "What are you doing? You could have avoided the battle just now! We almost got killed by you."
Do you know?"
"Oh, come on, this is just a game, it's no big deal if you die!" Calvin disagreed, "Besides, letting those three Zhang Ren pass will only cause more trouble for us in the future. It's better to just kill them."
Drop it so we can earn experience points and props------Here!"
He threw the two long swords he had found to Husky, leaving only a short sword in his hand.
Husky immediately put on his two swords. Once he had more weapons, he felt a little more at ease. He turned to look at the small iron rod in Calvin's hand - it had fallen from the iron fence of the cell next to it and was so rusty.
It's garbage that I can't bear to look at. Did Calvin use this thing just now to activate some kind of magic?
The dog-man boy temporarily put away his anger and asked curiously: "How did you do it? Without the staff in your hand, you obviously can't use magic, huh?"
"Oh, don't be stupid," Larvin said proudly, waving his dagger, "Anything with an iron core can be used as a staff. Staffs are originally designed to help the caster concentrate, and
It better conveys the flow of magic power. Even if it is not a special staff, it can be used to cast spells, but the effect will be compromised."
"Yes, really." Husky didn't know anything about magic and couldn't comment much. However, Calvin was able to use the freezing magic with an iron rod just now, which shows that this kid really knows a lot about magic.
deep.
If Calvin didn't play this game as a "human" incarnation, this guy would definitely be able to cast spells* with his bare hands, and the spells he could cast would probably be even more powerful.
(*Note: Most mermaids cast ice spells with their bare hands. Very few mermaids use staffs because it is inconvenient to carry that kind of thing.)
They had tidied up the battlefield and were about to move forward when the sound of fighting came from the corridor in the distance. The sound of swords clashing suddenly stopped after a few seconds, and the battle seemed to be over.
"Hal must be barking there." Husky was overjoyed, but he was also worried: "I hope it is his bark that wins. Let's rush over and see the bark."
"You'd better keep a low profile." Calvin sneered and said, "If the Zhang people are defeated, that means the little black cat is dead, and there are still several guards at the scene who need to be dealt with."
"At that time we will avenge Hal." Husky ignored the advice of the fishman prince and rushed over with two swords in hand.
After turning two intersections, what Husky saw was far beyond his expectation. There were about five to six dead Zhang guards on the ground. Their bodies had just disappeared, and props were scattered all over the ground.
Hal, the leopard boy, was standing there silently, holding only a short sword in his hand.
"Hal? Ha------" Halfway through Husky's words, someone covered him with his hand.
"Don't get close to him!" Calvin grabbed Husky from behind and pulled the dog-man boy back.
The leopard boy turned around when he heard the sound, and Husky and the others were already hiding in a dark corner of the corridor.
Husky was surprised to see a huge wound on Hal's body, which was constantly oozing blood. The Leopard Man boy himself had a blank expression, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to be in a state of sleepwalking.
However, it was this "sleepwalking" Hal who killed at least five heavily armed Zhang guards there, relying only on a short sword.
What happened here?
"Ha...Hal? Do you still recognize me?" Husky couldn't help calling in a low voice.
"No, he's going to attack!" Calvin raised his dagger with hostility.
"No! Don't irritate him!" Husky tried his best to hold down the fishman prince so that Calvin's dagger could not be exposed in front of the leopard boy.
"Hasky -------?" The leopard man boy who was in a sleepwalking state seemed to have a trace of consciousness left. He recognized that Husky was a friendly force from the opponent's voice and smell, so he did not attack.
Gudu. The dog-man boy swallowed his saliva and stepped forward boldly: "Yes, it's Husky. Do you still recognize Husky?"
"Ha...Ski..." As if he felt relieved, the leopard boy slowly closed his eyes and fell to the ground.
At the same time, on the East African Plateau, the entrance to the Kilimanjaro Underground Palace.
I don’t know how long it took before Knight Kador of the Round Table shouted: "The average points ranking is 32nd: Group 15 - Bediwell, Solar and Tristan. You can set off."
Already."
"Finally!" Tristan, who was supposed to be dozing against the wall, jumped up and looked very energetic.
"You didn't sleep at all?" The werewolf also recovered from the state of resting with his eyes closed and got up immediately.
"My affairs are none of your business." Tristan was still arguing with the werewolf happily.
"Stop talking, let's go." Solar urged, already walking forward towards the entrance of the underground palace.
"Hmph!" The werewolf followed quickly, in order not to lose to the fishman prince.
The three people just passed through the hidden stone door and ran into the underground palace of Kilimanjaro Volcano.
As soon as he entered the underground palace, the werewolf couldn't help but sneeze. The cold breath here was stronger than outside, which made Bedivere's puppy's nose very uncomfortable.
There are ice crystals and ice shavings everywhere, and the hard volcanic rock walls are still covered with thick white frost. Their thickness is so high that the corridor that should have been wide has been narrowed by nearly a foot out of thin air. The corridors of this maze
Basically there is only enough room for five people to pass through at the same time.
Despite this, it was not as cold as it looked. After entering, probably because the air flow was not fast, Bedivere felt that the inside of the underground palace was not as cold as the entrance, but had a stuffy feeling.
While Bedivere was still concentrating on observing the surrounding environment, Tristan had already taken this opportunity to catch up with the werewolf. He walked in front and said proudly: "If you fall behind again, we won't wait for you!"
"No, you must follow me." The werewolf wiped his puppy's nose and said proudly: "Only I can take you to the right destination as quickly as possible."
"Oh? Do I want to believe your lies?" The fishman prince was ready to make the next series of cynicism towards Bedivere.
The werewolf took a few steps forward, and when they were some distance away from the entrance to the underground palace, he said, "You must believe, but not me, but my nose, and Palamedes."
Tristan smiled even more disapprovingly: "Huh. Does this have anything to do with Uncle Leopard Man?"
"Of course. Palamedes has been here, have you forgotten?" The werewolf smiled confidently, ignoring the fishman prince's taunt: "Seven years ago, he came here to find Kai and went deep into this underground palace. He
We know the structure of this underground palace, and we also know which way to take to enter the deepest part of the underground palace--and I guess that is our destination."
When Bedivere said this, the fish-man prince became suspicious: "It sounds like you have experienced it personally and know what the big cat has done------"
Before the fishman prince could finish his stupid words, the werewolf interrupted: "I didn't, but when I took a bath with Palamedes, he once boasted about his adventures."
"Together... take a bath?" Tristan looked at the werewolf in a different way this time, squinting at the werewolf: "Oh, your family is so chaotic... I guess his wife Vivian will be happy to know what can't be said between you.
secret------"
"Ahem!" Solar coughed dryly, pretending not to hear anything.
"What nonsense are you talking about, idiot!" The werewolf glared at the fishman prince: "In short... there will be nothing wrong if you follow the scent of Palamedes. Following him is the shortcut to success."
"I can only agree with half of what you said." Tristan sneered even more disapprovingly, as if playing devil's advocate to Bedivere was the fish-man prince's greatest pleasure: "It would indeed be very convenient to follow behind them. But if we do this, we will always only
Can be second place.
The treasures in the maze will be looted by them first, the monsters will be killed by them one step ahead, and even the "thing" specified in the mission will be snatched away first. This makes no sense at all!
What we have to do is not to be others' followers, but to work hard and find a way to surpass them, and this method is------"
Looking at Tristan who was getting more and more proud as he talked, Bedivere glared and asked: "This method is ------?"
The fishman prince stuck out his tongue: "Well, I haven't thought of it yet."
Bedivere and Solar gave the idiot prince a blank look at the same time: "If you don't have a countermeasure, stop talking nonsense! In short, follow Paramedes first and see what happens! -----This way."
The werewolf sniffed close to the ground carefully, and found traces of Palamedes from the complex and changeable smell on the ground. He ran while sniffing, following the big cat's footprints all the way.
Hurry up and notice it. ------Bediwell, who was busy tracking, was thinking silently in his heart at this moment.
He was worried about the Saifer brothers and Albert's team--especially Albert's team. Al's team was far behind the other candidates in rankings, and it was impossible to use this method according to normal methods.
Get good grades in the exam.
In order to win, the only shortcut for Albert and the others is to follow Bedivere's example and follow the scent of Palamedes. In this extremely complex and dangerous maze, this is Tiger and the others bypassing other obstacles.
The best way to achieve success.
What is the reality?
Albert, who was waiting in the cave outside the underground palace, was wiping his Haitao sword leisurely at this moment, as if he had obtained a unique treasure in the world and was intoxicated.
He was not worried at all about being (far) behind others, let alone tracking down the scent of Palamedes.