"Important, lala, important!hehe...... "Elf danced excitedly, "Hurry up, big brother, hurry up, what important task is handed over to Remy? ”

"Wait a minute, you are responsible for counting, every dozen, pay attention to see if the rope is shaking, if there is shaking, you continue to count again, dozens of times, and then make sure that I have not sent you a message, if there is no shaking, you immediately notify them to drag me out, when the time comes, Remy is the commander-in-chief, the life and death of the big brother is in your hands, do you say it is an important task?"

The elf nodded excitedly and said: "It's about the life and death of the big brother, of course it's an important task, hehe, the big brother can go at ease, Remy promises to complete the task, Remy is not willing to let the big brother have something." ”

"Well, I'm sure Remy will do it!"

After the last safety of the manyu, he slowly walked towards the gate.

At this moment, Manyu's heart did not have the heroism of rushing to the battlefield, but a wordless cheerfulness and relaxation.

Because there seemed to be a feeling in the depths of the gate that there was a pair of eyes staring at his every move, without any malicious intent, and the owner of these eyes might be the one who sent out the mysterious summons, and he would not let himself be harmed in any way until he reached her.

This feeling did not arise suddenly, but has always existed, and it has influenced Manyu's thinking, and as he continues to move forward, the distance between the two continues to narrow, and this feeling becomes stronger.

Isn't that the same true now?

When he was trapped in the Endless Corridor before, that mysterious summoning had already been struck once.

Perhaps, all the doubts in my heart can be answered behind this door.

Manyu's slow pace revealed an indomitable firmness, and no one could stop him.

"One, two, three...... Nine, ten, shake, great, great, big brother is fine, big brother is fine!Recount dozens of times, one, two......" The elf's eyes stared unblinkingly at the rope in the hands of the maiden Templar, and his expression was extremely reverent and serious, as if he were on a glorious, difficult, and great mission.

Her appearance made Ariel unable to tell her at all, now that the rope was in her hand, she could almost sense Manyu's every move, and if there was anything unusual in the other party, she would make a move at the first moment.

"Eight, nine, ten, ten, ten, ten, the rope is not moving, the rope is not moving, the big brother has an accident, the big brother has an accident, pull it, pull it!" As soon as the third round was counted, the rope stopped moving, and Fluttershy suddenly shouted anxiously.

As she spoke, she vibrated her wings and rushed up to hold the rope and pulled it back desperately, but as far as her little arms and legs, let alone pulling the rope, it would be troublesome to even shake it twice.

In fact, the elf's reaction was a little slower, and by the time she shouted, Ariel and Chris had already reacted.

When the elves held the rope, the simple rope had been stretched to the limit, and it was making an overwhelming gurgling sound, as if it was about to break at any moment, and they felt that the other end of the rope was not tied to a person, but a pillar, and no matter how hard they tried, the opponent was not moving.

A knight and a skeleton changed color in unison.

Even fools know that something is wrong, any one of them can lift the thunder with one hand, why can't they be dragged back by the strength of the two of them?

Unexpectedly, they paid great attention to it, but in the end, they still hit the trick, which was really unguardable.

"Whoosh!"

A sudden force came from the end of the rope, and the combined efforts of the girl, the Templar and the skeleton swordsman, who had enough strength to pull back, could not withstand the abrupt and huge force of the pullback.

The maiden Templar Ariel and the skeletal swordsman Chris transformed into trapeze artists at the same time, flying down the ropes that retracted like a long snake towards the gate.

This force is so huge, and it happened suddenly.

One person and one skeleton fully reacted, uh, two people and one skeleton.

Remy, an elf with arms and legs no thicker than a simple rope, was also being dragged away, and was the first to be shaken by a simple rope into the gate that shimmered with holy light.

This was followed by the Maiden Templars.

Finally, there is the Skeleton Mage.

Just as the skeleton mage's form was about to pass through the gate, an accident happened.

The seemingly empty gate, the moment Chris bumped into it, the holy light was in full bloom, and the next moment there was an additional holy light gate in front of the gate.

Bang!

The skeleton mage, which was carried forward by the force of the simple rope, slammed into it in a large shape.

The Holy Light Gate seemed to be only a few inches thick and translucent, but it was tougher than steel, and although the skeletal swordsman had made a humanoid hole several inches deep in it, it had never been able to pass through it, but the holy light above it was constantly eroding the skeleton swordsman's bones, sizzling black smoke.

"Hula!"

The Skeleton Mage is like a patchwork puppet that has been slammed against the wall by a mischievous child, and the round skull head is popping out of the way.

The skeleton mage's new body has been tempered by soul fire, and it is naturally not so fragile, and it will be broken if it is broken, the problem is that his key joints are not successful, and without the ligaments and muscle connections of the human body, the joints of the skeleton are all connected together by soul fire.

Soul fire is not only the life force of the skeleton undead, but also their ligaments and muscles, and the skeletal undead without the soul fire are a pile of dry bones.

The impact just now produced a violent shock, which made Chris's soul fire output break for a moment, without the traction of the soul fire, the bones on his body were naturally like stacked blocks, and a little gravitational force was enough to make him fall apart on the spot.

"I'm his second uncle, how can this be. The skeleton mage with only his head left scolded, but before he could finish scolding, it was black in front of him, and the black and white vision in front of him was not overwhelmed by the endless darkness, and he entered an extremely familiar scene - the endless corridor.

The force of the rebound generated by the impact just now did not cause much damage to the skeleton mage's head, but in order to make it easier to escape, his skull head made himself polished and tempered more sleek than a bowling ball, there are no absolutes in the world, there are good and bad, the result of the head being too sleek is that a little force will roll out of a long place, and now it is directly rolling through the entire aisle and returning to the prohibition of the endless corridor.

A righteous and chaotic Chris accidentally rolled down the steep staircase of the endless corridor.

Imagine a ball just a little lighter than a bowling ball rolling down a steep endless staircase.

I can't stop the car at all!

And Chris's head is still very elastic, and hitting the wall will not have much effect on the rolling speed, it will only roll faster and faster, and when the speed reaches a certain limit, the skeleton mage's head will fly in the air like the brute jade did in the endless corridor, and then hit the wall and catapult repeatedly, and after a slight slowdown, it will start a new round of acceleration.

It was definitely more exciting than riding a roller coaster, and Chris's soul fire was now a pile of mush, spinning in circles, completely losing the ability to think, let alone curse.

The Endless Corridor is a complete simulation of reality, and Chris has never been able to stop himself, even though he knows that he is in a state of soul now.

"Wow, I'm so dizzy!" The elf covered his little head and wailed, vibrating his wings, and swaying in the air, "What's this, big brother, what's wrong with you?"

Without looking at the surrounding situation, the elf staggered and flew onto Manyu's shoulder, only to see that Manyu, who had come in before them, was standing in place, tears the size of beans rolling down her cheeks. Remy had never seen such a posture, and he took the blue silk scarf that suddenly appeared in his hand to wipe Manyu's cheeks, as if this would make Manyu stop crying, "Woo, big brother, don't cry anymore, woo, if you cry again, don't cry, don't cry, you see Remy isn't crying, if you cry again, if you cry again, Remy will cry to you, wow......"

As she spoke, the elf landed on Manyu's shoulder, her translucent wings drooping listlessly, and she cried loudly, which was a hundred times sadder than Manyu, but she didn't know what she was crying for this time.

"What the hell is going on?" the teenage Templar had risen from the ground, but she was not as emotional as the elf, looking around alertly.

Inside the door was a long hall with a regular square, or rather, like a large sealed box, except for the door behind it, there was not even a single window around it, and the walls were entirely made of silver and obsidian that radiated a holy milky glow, indicating that it was still in the Twin Lich Towers.

If you look closely, it is obvious that the silver obsidian here is slightly different from the silver obsidian outside.

It is also milky white, and the silver obsidian on the periphery is similar to a porcelain white, while the silver obsidian here is a milky white haze, and the inside is like a cloud, constantly circulating in it, like a living thing.

The difference between the two types of silver obsidian is something that only knowledgeable high-end mages can tell, and the difference between the two is not just the difference in color, but also in their power.

Porcelain white silver obsidian is authentic silver obsidian.

The real scientific name for the smoky silver obsidian is hazy silver obsidian.

Magic crystals are also classified like equipment, in order to correspond to the division of occupations on the Warcraft Continent, magic crystals are also divided into nine grades - first-order apprenticeship (not into the product), second-order primary, third-order intermediate, fourth-order advanced, fifth-order silver, sixth-order gold, seventh-order brilliant, eighth-order saint-level, ninth-order legend, corresponding to the nine levels of the Warcraft continent combat profession, the energy and rarity contained in them are directly proportional to their grade, the higher the grade, the greater the energy contained in the spar, and the higher the rarity.