Vol 3 Chapter 354

Whether it's Warnde or our world, there are more or less inconspicuous corners on the battlefield from ancient times to the present. It's like a dead end forgotten by the eyes of the gods, no matter how fierce the battle there is, or what weird things happen, but within the thinking range of the commanders on both sides of the war, it seems like a vacuum, neither Someone will look at it more. At the Hafenmel fortress at the east gate of Ampelsel-this fortress was built around 1400 years ago in a chaotic era, and is an elf-like fortress, but it seems to have been blessed or cursed since its birth. . Every war went away from it. When Ek faced the barbarians, the lord of the mountain people Sha Minmin ‘Razor’ Sihad passed the open east four times and detoured to the south gate of Ampelsel. Later against the first invasion of Madara in the tide of darkness, the Skeleton Lord once again let go of this ancient fortress. To this day, the princess party and the nobles of the north seem to have made an appointment. There is no such thing as the Hafimelli fortress. After the demon invaded the city, it was boiling like porridge. It is hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

But after seven hundred years of wind and rain, this fortress, which has almost never experienced warfare, is still slightly old. Moss has also grown on the battlements, and the wall has become a dark black with a thick sense of history in the wind and rain. green. The only difference between it and other cities is that no scars can be found on the 300-meter-long city section, and the appearance of the old and new after repairing. There were no more human soldiers in the fortress at this moment, but piles of hawks banshees crowded on the battlements. Or hovering in the heavy rain-but the Hong Kong Guards withdrew by themselves, and Hafermelli fortress was fortunately missed the opportunity to fight.

The hawk banshee watched from the sky and a large pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters gradually formed. Hundreds of cavemen dug in this mud puddle. Of course, you have to say that struggling is also possible. It is not a wise thing to do anything in such stormy weather. Two of the worst things are digging and war. Although the caveman set up many shelves under the command of the warlocks underneath the Georgian to stabilize the walls. But landslides still happen from time to time. Fortunately, the caveman's life was insignificant. Lord Stark didn't care about dying one, a hundred, or a thousand cavemen. This made no difference to him. The only difference was how many gold coins were spent. Caveman Humans are extremely fertile underground in the Georgian region, and often only need a small piece of land to exchange for an entire army. As long as he digs up that thing within the time limit, no amount of loss can be repaid.

From time to time, there are throbbing sensations in the underground, and ordinary people often think that it is a premonition before a bad sign comes. But wizards who are proficient in magic can immediately discern the ripples created by the lines of darkness and magic that erodes the order of the world—of course, this is really not a good thing for ordinary people—but In Stark's opinion, it was as if a box of gold exuded a mellow taste like wine. No, it's not a box, but a whole hundred boxes, even in the words of those demons coming from under the river of sulfur: a hundred boxes of gold are not worth the value of that thing. Measure the presence. But the demon's shortsightedness to cast aside mortals. Stark was equally scornful of demonic values.

Baby that cannot be measured with gold? Isn't that worthless? He shook his huge bull's head and scoffed at it. Worthless things, Stark looked down on.

But this time, he should finally find the right place. Stark could smell the dark magical "smelly smell" with his nose, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The cavemen under his hands had given him a lot of trouble. In fact, until now, the landslides under the pit have continued to occur uninterrupted. Cavemen had to take the time to transport more of the cavemen's corpses, lest they become blocked and become part of the new landfill, just as it is now, and after a while there was another noise. the sound of. what happened again? Collapsed again? What can't they do well? The tauren lord Stark ignored the fact that the Georgian would never rain, and determined only that if the cavemen troubled him again, it must give them a profound lesson. Throw them into its favorite maze, which is Stark's most proud maze, and even the smart and beautiful Madame Lesmeca could not find an exit.

But immediately after that time, Lesmeca turned it into a stone for two hours. She actually said that he had played tricks instead of building a door for the maze. But this is also the cunning strategy of the Tauren, isn't it? Stark is deeply distressed at not being favored by beautiful ladies. Why no one appreciates his wit. When he thought of Lesmeca, he could not help but emerge the indifferent and beautiful face, as if it were true, but Stark immediately realized that it was true because he saw that A beautiful Medusa came out of the rain.

"So, what happened again, I heard the above mess up below." Lesmeca asked a little unhappyly, "Did you grow such a big head to balance the body, Stark? "

Hearing Lesmeca's words, the Tauren Lord Stark showed a thick smile. This expression, which can basically be evaluated as a smirk, completely destroyed its fierce expression-can you imagine a smirk ? Ms. Medusa saw such a respect. She frowned, probably guessing that the silly big man couldn't say one, so just pull him away with his hands and look at the bottom of the pit. She immediately saw a spectacle under the pit, and saw a large group of cavemen screaming like a rat in a pot, scrambling up and down the ramp up the pit bottom. It felt like there was a cat in the pot besides the mouse.

"What are you doing!" Lesmeca was almost furious, and if she didn't have a trace of reason left, she would look back at Stark's **** and turn it into a stone sculpture forever. That stone sculpture must be as mighty as the legendary minotaur, the Minotaur. And since then no one knows how dumb this guy is, this is the most critical thing.

Unfortunately, the caveman couldn't answer her.

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"What are you doing!"

When we heard this little scream that was not inferior to the scream of the Siren penetrating the rain curtain, our business lady was turning into a black cat with the help of white mist. A puddle of smoky smoke rose, a fur black and satin, and a kitten with golden pupils stepped out of the smoke. She seemed curious about this form. But for a witch, turning into a magical animal is actually a full-time spell, and Bai Mi didn't tell her that she would soon get used to it all.

Baiwu watched Roman there licking the claws on the left curiously, and the claws on the right, stretched out his claws and scratched his ears, then shook his tail, so he couldn't stand it anymore, and turned into a circle of white mist around her Beside him, the left back turned into a white bow tie around the neck of the merchant lady. "Come on. It looks messy below, now is a good time." Bai Wu said in that usual weak tone.

Roman then came out of the grass and quietly came to the pit.

Underneath the pit was turning into a pot of porridge. I don't know if a larger collapse or something happened. The caveman was screaming and escaping. There is no brotherhood between these creatures from the bottom of the Georgian ground, they are fighting each other, just to be a step ahead, if possible. It is also possible to leave your companions behind. Under the fury of Lesmeca, several cavemen who rushed into the pit were turned into stones, and no one asked why. At this time, naturally, no one would pay attention to the movement of the pit, or no one saw it. There is a cat by the pit. Of course, in fact, there are only Stark and Lesmeca who have eyes to see.

Roman stepped lightly on the scaffolding all the way to the bottom of the pit. It was just like a real kitten, sighing at the sight of the white mist, and thinking that the young lady was better than a cat. However, she suddenly felt that, relative to Romain's curiosity, it might be said that a cat with nine lives was really her home. If Warnder World had an abortion, Bai Wu might have felt that Romain had miscarried. . However, she was distracted, and the young lady of the merchant had been hiding from several cavemen. She dexterously landed on a reinforcement plate, staring at the golden-yellow pupils and looking down at the bottom of the pit. "White mist, white mist, look at it, what is it!"

Bai Wu ‘looked down’ and immediately saw a dozen strange creatures hunting down the caveman in front. The reason why it is a strange creature is that the thing looks like a spider, but in her extensive knowledge, absolutely no spider is covered with sharp crystals. Had it not been for the exposed arthropods, she would have thought that it was a few large crystals chasing and hunting below. "Ah, it's crystal clusters!" She cried in a voice.

"Cluster, what's that?" Roman asked curiously.

At this time, several clusters of crystals were close to the surface. They were very fierce and killer. Many troglodytes were killed under their minions, but it was a bit creepy that they obviously did not kill troglodytes for hunting. These clusters simply killed troglodytes and threw their corpses towards On one side, it seems like experience has been formed after professional training or thousands of repetitions.

On the ground, Madame Lesmeca finally noticed these uninvited guests. "Is it a guard?" She murmured, dropping the lucky caveman in her hand and dropping it under the pit.

She took the short bow from her waist, aimed at the crystal clusters, and shot one arrow at the other, and shot the front two back. Several crystal clusters show a very powerful combat power, which is about the level of the first stage of gold. The cavemen were not their opponents at all, and Lesmeca realized that she had encountered a tricky opponent.

"Clusters are crystal clusters, let's continue to look at them." Under the pit, Bai Wu was answering Roman's doubts in her unique way.

"Will they kill Romain?" Romain asked a little nervously.

"No, I'm here," Bai Wu replied simply.

The merchant lady nodded her head, then went down, and landed steadily to the other side of the bottom of the pit. Only then did the two 'people' realize how deep the bottom of the pit was—the bottom of the pit had actually been dug through, and artificial traces began to appear below. It should be a relic, with many holes leading to the underground of the black hole.

The two casually found an entrance to drill in. At the moment, no caveman existed in the ruins, and no new crystal clusters appeared. In addition to the sound of rain and water, it seemed a bit lonely. In fact, after going deep into the ruins, the sound of rain training gradually became quieter, and a certain outline of existence gradually emerged in the darkness.

"Ah!" Another exclaimed to Baiwu.

"what happened?"

Romain hurried forward and looked up curiously. She saw the huge outline gradually become clear in her field of vision, and then outlined the shape of a skull-to be precise, it should be part of a huge stone statue. Or according to Roman's understanding-it is a bit like the product of the fir castle decorated with a thousand times magnification.

However, the face line of the stone statue is very tough, looks not like modern humans, but more like it is shaped for races other than humans. It was just that Romain had a look, neither bearded nor pointed ears. Not a dwarf or an elf, she commented with great interest.

"What is this, Baiwu?"

"... The Colossus of Titan, I didn't expect it to be here ... I didn't expect it to be here ..." Bai Wu muttered to himself, if the eyes could be widened, this listless woman must have stared at the eyes maximum.

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Brando listened, his voice in the darkness was getting closer. But that will never be the sound of the spider mother, it will not make such a loud noise-although the spider mother itself is a behemoth, but its movement is very light and it is a lurking hunter.

Recalling his expedition, Brando still remembers it.

Everyone stopped. The knights all put their hands on the sword, but they did not draw the sword, which is also a skill learned from Brando. In some cases, drawing the sword first is not to seize the opportunity, but to expose your position to the other party, especially when facing unknown enemies.

Brando was pleased with the actions of others. He first saw those unexpected guests who suddenly appeared.

The first thing to appear in the darkness was a glimmer of light that seemed to reflect the dim light of the lighting crystal in his hand. Only then did he see what it was—a crystal-made creature, no doubt the shape was a spider.

But they are no longer spiders.

"Cluster?" Brando froze slightly. How could this be here? There should be no such monsters in this copy, not to mention that any kind of monster among the ambers appears for a reason, just like the group of wind elements below the Marble Heights, and it will never be okay.

Crystal cluster monsters are very special. Brando has only seen them in a few places, and each time they are not many.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind. But the response was quick, the body's center of gravity sank, and the sword of the earth had appeared in the hands.

"Ready to fight!" Her Royal Highness whispered behind him. The knights pulled out their swords.

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(PS: tears in anger, asking for tickets! Various tickets! ... Well, even if the summons ...) () power}