Garen didn't answer, but just threw the cards to Nightmare. "Let's go, there seems to be something in that direction." He walked directly in the direction he had just decided.
Nightmare and Andreira looked at Palosha.
The latter shook his head and said in a low voice, "We don't need to make extra trouble."
"I think you'd better go and have a look, it might be necessary." Garen turned around and said.
Palosha closed his eyes and stopped answering.
"Hmph." Garen was too lazy to say more. He stepped up and walked towards the dense fog.
Andrela and Meng Meng were speechless, looked at the two of them respectively, and finally followed Garen.
"Although I had long thought that there might be differences and parted ways, I just didn't expect it to be so early." Andreira said helplessly, "But everyone has their own goals, and their views and actions are different. Gallon and Pa Luo Sha is the top martial artist, and it is normal to act differently."
"I don't care." Nightmare hung lazily on Andreira's shoulders, leaning on him as he walked. "I've been so bored lately, Laila, I have a proposal."
"You better stop talking." Andreila stopped quickly.
"Leila, you said we have reached the center of the island, how about an open-air field battle after all the people are here? Don't you want to be famous? Then you will be famous all over the world?" Nightmare lazily proposed, "No matter what tricks I don't Mind you~~”
"Of course you don't mind." Andreira was speechless, "It's fine if you change your body appearance, what should I do?!" He knew that Mengmai could do what he said, and if such a thing happened, Mengmai said no. When Zhunyi was excited, it was normal to sneak attack and stun him and directly stage a big drama.
"And I don't want to be famous, I just want to. Oh, stop talking, I can't tell you!"
The three of them walked into the thick fog and soon disappeared.
Palosha still sat where he was, with his eyes slightly closed, motionless.
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In the dense fog, Garen strode towards the direction of the smell, and soon some bloodstains gradually appeared on the black rock ground in front of him. The blood color is dark red and black, obviously it has been some time.
Going further, I heard a crackling sound in front of me, the sound was not loud, as if something was burning fat.
Soon, a pile of burning flames appeared in front of Garen. The blue and red flames were slowly burning on a pile of messy corpses, and thick black smoke was constantly wafting out.
Garen stood in front of the fire and roughly looked at the corpses on it.
"All of them are clowns."
Nightmare came over and glanced, and received casually: "The cause of death was that the chest was pierced by a steel needle. It is very similar to Nikon's previous technique."
"It seems that the person who sneaked up on us on the sea just now is probably the clown's." Garen narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Maybe he is the person they want to frame Weisman?"
"Don't worry about him, let's not worry about other things. Go directly to the location of the key. Whether it's opening the ruins tomorrow or fighting for the key, you must go to the group of portraits over there. Why don't we go there earlier. See what's on the southern side People stay."
"There are separate keys for the southern domain and the northern domain?"
"Of course." Andreira replied, "Two on each side. Only four people are eligible to compete for the black smoke pot."
"I remember rushing from the map, and there are two key places in the middle, right?" Gallon has a super memory, and he memorized the map just now, "A gap in a canyon, a cliff edge, are easy to be ambushed .”
"A map is a map, but can you tell the direction from the fog?" Nightmare frowned.
"Then how did they determine the direction?" Garen squatted down and carefully looked at the clown's corpse on the fire.
Nightmare squatted down and began to look at the patterns on the ground.
"Let's follow the old way. The rocks on the ground here have fixed lines. As long as you walk in the direction of the lines, you will be fine. As long as you meet a living person, it will be fine."
"That's the only way to go." Garen frowned, "Let's go, go there early, and if you meet a living person, just ask him."
He glanced at the texture of the ground, and strode out in another direction. The two followed closely behind.
The rocks in front were getting higher and higher, and there were deep ravines and gaps between some of them, so I had to jump over them. The smog in the gaps in the ground is getting thicker and thicker, and the distance of two meters around can hardly be seen. The three can only contact by smell and hearing so as not to get lost.
Soon, a pile of corpses appeared on the ground in front of them again. They were all soldiers in white clothes, without medals or national emblems. The three of them checked the characteristics of the corpses, but found nothing.
Continue to move forward, and there are bursts of explosions and roars from time to time, which seem to be in a far, far away direction. There were also gunshots and faint roars.
The thick fog around it completely covered everything up.
"Has it already started? Fight for the key." Garen looked in the direction of the explosion.
"The key came out a long time ago, but I don't know who has it. It is said that the key was brought in from outside. There are two keys in the southern and northern regions. They open two entrances and can enter the ruins. But I heard that the so-called ruins are not It's not big, it's very small, and it's unknown which ruin the black smoke pot is in," Andreira explained.
Garen stopped talking and continued to walk around the corpse and follow the lines.
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In the white fog, a group of figures in clown costumes came to the side of the clown's corpse without a sound.
They held red torches in their hands, their masked faces dimly illuminated by the flames.
"The white ghost was killed before he could report the news." The leading clown's voice was strange, as if his voice was trembling.
"We underestimated the white peacock."
"Give up blocking them and replace them with other people. Our agreement with Asgard is to reduce unqualified participants as much as possible. Since they are qualified, let them go in." The lead clown whispered.
"Queen, if it were you, would you be sure to get out?" He suddenly turned his head and asked a clown on the right.
"I do not know."
"So you're not sure?" The lead clown paused, "Forget it, let's go, you guys split up and check other sections of the road."
"yes."
All the clowns dispersed immediately. Only the lead clown is left alone.
He walked slowly to the side of the corpse, knelt down, and stretched out his hands to pinch the skin of the corpse.
"What a domineering power. What a vicious move." His usual playful eyes gradually flashed a trace of solemnity.
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boom!
Garen slapped a black masked man on the waist. The opponent's shells flew out fiercely, and hit the rock not far away. There was a chaotic sound of bones all over his body, and I don't know how many bones were broken, and he completely lost his breath.
He stood up straight and glanced around.
The corpses of men in black were scattered all over the ground, and there was a pattern of a white clown on the black clothes of the corpses.
Andreira and Nightmare also came from the other two directions.
Andreira shook off the blood on the sword.
"These people belong to clowns. What role can they arrange here? Send them to death?"
"Perhaps it is to screen out the qualifications to participate in the competition." Nightmare yawned. "It's so boring, that is, it's better than ordinary people, and it's useless with a single tap, and it's not fun at all."
The three of them were standing in front of a narrow tunnel. In front of them was a passage between two mountain walls, just big enough for one person to pass through. The passages between the black rocks seemed more and more bottomless in the thick fog.
"Let's go?" Nightmare asked casually.
"Of course." Garen strode into the tunnel. Suddenly his face changed, and his body quickly jumped backwards.
Boom! ! !
A huge deafening explosion sounded loudly.
A large piece of red flame accompanied by crushed stones overwhelmingly pressed towards the three of them.
Dang bang bang bang! ! !
Andrela's body suddenly appeared in front of Garen, and the long sword in her hand instantly turned into a silver mirror, directly chopping all the gravel into pieces, and even the flames were completely blocked out.
The three of them were rushed tens of meters away by the huge impact, and several scorched black marks were drawn on the ground.
Throughout this area, a red mushroom cloud slowly rose from the sky, and a strong wind blew up around it, blowing away a large area shrouded in white mist. A large expanse of black rocky ground is exposed.
"The Clown King!" Garen was completely annoyed. He had already suppressed his anger when he lost the golden sword seat and the golden seal, and now he was attacked by the clown one after another. Just a moment ago, he was almost completely blown up by the buried explosives.
If he didn't feel that something was wrong with the surrounding ground environment, it seemed that someone had moved it, and it was really possible to be injured by this blow.
He is not afraid of bullets, but it does not mean that he is not afraid of high-yield explosives being completely blown head-on.
Not only him, Nightmare and Andreira were also disgraced, and they were no longer as calm and relaxed as before.
"Go!" Garen waved a blown stone and strode forward. Being attacked one after another and falling into a panic and passive state, he became more and more impatient.
"My makeup!!" Nightmare wailed, trying to take out the vanity mirror to make up for her smudged face. When she touched her pocket, the vanity mirror had been completely shattered into countless pieces. "Damn Clown King, don't let me see you!!"
Andreira silently patted off the dust on her body.
The three of them speeded up one by one, and rushed towards the first point along the lines on the ground.
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In the center of the Southern Territory, a strange area without any fog.
The black stone statues stand here, standing or sitting, with different movements, forming a dense black stone forest.
Among them, in the center of the statue forest, there is an open space surrounded by stone statues without any obstacles.
A group of people in black coats were walking cautiously in this open space. They were next to the stone statues, jumping to places that were difficult to walk, and they were extremely cautious about those wide and flat open spaces.
"It's here, everyone, be careful. Are you okay in the tower?" The blonde woman walking in the front looked back worriedly.
"It's okay, I can still persist. Don't treat me like a little flower in a greenhouse." A middle-aged man in the back row of the line replied, he was biting a black pipe, and even smashed it from time to time to take a puff.
"By the way, what about the things we found? Are there any results?" He looked at a fat bearded man beside him.
(end of this chapter)