"Uh-, um..." After a short silence, the golden mask replied, "You may have misunderstood. The reason why I didn't speak very friendly tone just now was because I wanted to find out who came in here. . And since you are here, the treasure will naturally belong to you, so whether you take it or not, I will not stop you."
"So that's it?" Richard said, his wide eyes returned to normal, and the inexplicable light in the depths of his eyes slowly disappeared.
"Why, I think you seem a little disappointed?" Golden Mask noticed something keenly and asked.
"No, how could it be?" Richard shook his head and replied softly.
After finishing speaking, Richard's expression became serious: "Since you just want to see what I look like and are not going to stop me from taking my things away, then there is no problem if I leave here now, right?"
"Well, no problem, no problem..."
"Okay, I'm leaving." Richard said, interrupting Golden Mask's words, and walked out of the palace neatly.
The golden mask couldn't help but be stunned at this, and after a while he shouted, "Hey, boy, wait! I have been waiting and sleeping here for hundreds of years. Do you know how bored I am
You are the first person here, are you in such a hurry to leave? You... couldn't you just talk and chat with me? At least tell me what the outside world is like now! "
"No time." Richard's voice came as he answered, the flames burning at the end of his fingers became darker and darker, and he walked out of the palace.
Golden Mask: "..."
At this moment, Golden Mask was gnashing his teeth in his heart. If he had the ability, he would definitely eat Richard alive.
Just when Golden Mask's heart was full of negative emotions, Richard suddenly walked back to the palace.
"Huh? Ha! I knew, boy, you are not a cold-blooded person, and you will definitely meet my needs." Golden Mask saw Richard's figure appear, and shouted excitedly, "Boy, come here, come with me Let’s talk about it carefully outside…Gah!”
The sound of the golden mask stopped suddenly, because Richard just walked in, turned around at the entrance of the palace, and then walked out neatly.
Golden Mask: "..."
As a result, not long after, Richard came back and then walked out again.
After repeating it several times, the golden mask collapsed. When Richard appeared in the palace for the fourth time, he couldn't help shouting: "Hey! Boy, what are you doing! If you don't want to talk to me, don't say it. What do you want to do when you keep walking in and out? Are you teasing me!"
"You are overthinking." Richard said calmly, "I was just testing the way in and out of this place and some other conjectures. Now it seems that everything is not a big problem, so... you don't have to worry about me coming back." Teasing you."
As he spoke, Richard walked out of the palace - he really didn't come back this time.
In the empty palace, Golden Mask was stunned for a while, and then shouted, his voice echoing alone, sounding very pitiful.
"Hey! Boy!"
"Hey! Come back!"
"Hey! Are you really leaving?"
"Hey! I didn't mean that. Come back quickly!"
"Hey! Didn't you just leave? What do you mean you won't come back? Do you mean you won't come back today? What about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? Hey, please make it clear!"
…
White stone tower.
core area.
The place was in a mess, with a large number of traces of spell bombardment all over the ground. The nearby buildings also suffered damage and collapsed one after another, emitting billowing flames.
A large number of corpses were scattered on the ground, with different signs of death: some were hit by spells from the front, and most of their bodies disappeared. Some were drenched in acid, with half of their heads melted away. Others were accurately pierced into the heart by an ice pick, and fell to the ground with distorted expressions...
Gibran, Solmen and Mukoni were standing among the many corpses. Gibran spoke in a tired tone, and said to Solmen and Mukoni: "It seems... it's still a bit forced, the white stone tower's Wizards are not wandering wizards, some of them are relatively powerful. Me, plus you two, want to kill them all, it is too optimistic, even if they are only one-sixth of the total power of the White Stone Tower one."
"Director, it's Mu Keni and I who are holding us back..." Suomen lowered his head and said.
"It's none of your business." Gibran raised his hand to stop Solmen and said, "It was already difficult enough for you to speed up your actions before. I know you tried your best. This time, it was mainly because I didn't do my job well.
In fact, the manpower is too tight. Originally, I wanted to bring a few people over to help, but they were all busy speeding up the action and making some arrangements like you, and couldn't get away for the time being, so I had to come here myself, so things ended up like this.
However, it doesn't matter. After all, in the early stage, we only need to create enough panic. Even if some of the wizards in the White Stone Tower escape, it is not a big deal. After waiting for a while, when the manpower is successfully mobilized, these wizards in the White Stone Tower will eventually die. "
"Now..." Mu Keni looked at Gibran and asked, "Now, what do we do, supervisor?"
"Leave them a message symbol and then leave." Gibran said, "If my guess is correct, the wizards who escaped must have mobilized more power. After all, they only represent one-sixth of the White Stone Tower. The power of one.
And in this White Rock City, they still have at least one and a half sixth of their strength, but they are scattered everywhere and unable to provide timely support. In this case, we won't waste time with them, let them have a long memory, and then leave and work on the follow-up matters. "
"Uh, yes." Mu Keni nodded.
Gibran said no more and quickly moved his hands. With a wave of his hand, the surrounding corpses quickly gathered in front of him and condensed into a flesh ball.
Gibran shook his hand gently.
"Crack-squeak!"
The gathered corpse flesh ball was like a squeezed orange, with a large amount of juice and blood spurting out.
Gibran flicked his fingers in mid-air, as if playing a piano. The blood spurted out was immediately bound by the magical power and did not fall to the ground. It was divided into several strands and painted on the ground like dye.
First there was a standard triangle, then a circle, and finally a vertical line segment passing through the triangle and the circle—the symbol of the Black Spirit Empire!
After controlling the blood to finish the pattern, Gibran examined it, nodded, looked at Solmen and Mukoni and asked: "How is it? It looks like this, right? I hope I didn't draw it wrong."
"It's roughly like this." Suomen said, "Although if strictly required, the vertical lines will not show through the triangle, and the drawing you made, supervisor, has already shown through, but no one really cares about this detail."
"That's good." Gibran nodded, "Let's go."
"yes."
The next moment, the bodies of the three people jumped up at the same time and flew into the distance. Behind them was a blazing flame, which almost reflected half of the sky red.
Halfway across the sky, numerous black shadows were approaching quickly.
…
Deep in the tomb, Hall No. 15.
Richard appeared in front of the stone platform, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the suitcase on the stone platform, and said to himself: "So it is like this, it is a space prop with a very huge internal space.
I have always wanted to have a space prop, because it can solve a lot of troubles, and now I really have it. In this case, it is very useful and can be modified in many ways.
Overall, this space prop, plus three spell scrolls, a short staff, a metal ball of unknown use, and a lot of wealth in the palace, can be considered a fruitful harvest. Compared with the time and energy invested in this matter, it is indeed worthwhile. "
After Richard finished speaking, he picked up his suitcase and walked towards the exit.
After walking quickly through several corridors and halls, Richard suddenly stopped, then stepped back step by step, looking at the corpses of various monsters piled on the ground, his eyes flashing slightly.
Originally, Richard had no interest in these corpses. On the one hand, the research value of dead corpses would be much lower than that of living bodies. On the other hand, the size of each monster's corpse was not small. If it were the previous space iron The ring can't hold much at all, and even if you want to extract the remaining value of the corpse, it's not very cost-effective.
But things are different now. With such a large space prop like a suitcase, you don’t have to worry about storage capacity at all. You can fit as much as you want.
The next moment, Richard did what he said, selecting the ones with better quality from the many corpses, freezing them with magic, and throwing them into the suitcase one by one.
From the deepest part of the tomb to the exit, Richard spent a lot of effort to finish this matter, and then used the greasy swamp and chain explosions to burn and dispose of all the remaining corpses that were not intended to be put into the suitcases. He was satisfied. Walked onto the ground.
He used "Earth and Stone Control" to seal the cracks in the ground and was about to return. When he turned around, Richard's eyes widened in surprise. I saw that in the center of White Rock City, where the White Rock Tower Wizarding Complex was located, there were raging flames burning. It was so obvious in the night that half of the sky was burned red.
"There's a fire?" Richard couldn't help but have this idea in his mind, but he quickly rejected it. Will the white stone tower with many wizards catch fire? If this is really the case, the wizard inside can commit suicide in shame.
But if it wasn’t a fire, what could have caused it
Richard's thoughts turned, and an extremely bad suspicion appeared. The faces of the mysterious organization Solmen and Mukoni flashed in front of his eyes, and the tragic scene of Bucky's Steel Brothers being massacred flashed across his eyes.
"No way?" Richard said to himself, his fingers subconsciously clenched the suitcase, quickly left the cemetery and returned to the laboratory.
The fire continues to burn, and the night deepens...