He Qitian took the quill and parchment with a bitter face, at this time he complained a little that this group of wizards was a little inflexible, obviously they all began to use high-tech equipment, but at this time it was still very primitive, no matter how bad the pen felt to use, it was better to use than this thin and difficult to hold quill pen, right? Writing Chinese names with a quill is really a very torturous thing.

He carefully signed his name on the parchment, and Caed, nodding in satisfaction, took the parchment and handed it to a researcher in white uniform next to him.

"Alright, then it's time for us to head to the second gate of the Golden Lunga Gate. With a wave of his hand, Cade motioned for He Qitian and Moira to follow, while Sylbe led the little girl into a small room accompanied by several researchers.

"It's okay, let Silbe play with the children, she is very caring, and taking care of the children is a must. Cade explained, and then he opened the small door in the middle of the hall. 、

Behind the small door was a relatively clean room, with two rows of chairs lined up on either side of what looked like a hospital hallway, filled with people in black cloaks. He Qitian had never seen these people in the students, but the moment the door opened, almost all the people in black neatly projected their eyes over. Although He Qitian didn't know much about the famous guards in the wizarding world, when these black-cloaked wizards looked at him, He Qitian seemed to be pointed at his chest by several sharp swords. These black-clothed men first glanced at He Qitian, and then quickly glanced at the people around He Qitian, and when they saw Kaide, they collectively withdrew their gaze and did not say a word in the whole process.

The night blade of the Shadow Cloak, the word echoed in He Qitian's mind. Cade had mentioned that it was guarded by the most elite of the Shadow Cloaks, the Nightblades, and it seemed that they were the wizards in the black cloaks.

He Qitian didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, each of these people had hunter-like eyes, the moment they came in just now, they had already locked on He Qitian and the others, as long as it was sure that it was an intruder, these hunters would not hesitate to attack. He Qitian had seen the leader of the Shadow Cloak, but El Carlo didn't feel as sharp as he was. Thinking of the group of pilgrim operatives who were like precision machines as soon as they entered the working state, he understood a little. None of the wizards were famous, at least after most of them, and their titles were enough to match their strength.

And these nightblades were in working condition, they were always unsheathed and sharp, and there were no decorations in the small room, no televisions, no water dispensers, only two rows of seats that sat up and looked like butts. They don't need comfort, they don't slack off, and only such a person is qualified to guard the gates of Niforheim.

Cade nodded slightly to the guards in both rows, no one returned the salute, and he didn't mind. He walked straight to the door in the room, guarded by the Nightblades. This time he pulled out a golden seal from his bosom, on which were painted intertwined staff and swords.

All Nightblades stood en masse and saluted the seal. If you want to go to the second gate of the Golden Lunga, you must hold a token issued by the members of the Round Table. The seal held by Cade is a token of Merlin, a member of the Round Table. The most virtuous and wise old man in this round table was the founder of the round table council, and it was he who single-handedly established the prototype of the round table council. He was given the name "Merlin" at the round table in recognition of his exploits on a par with the strongest and most prestigious wizard in Britain, who is said to have guided King Arthur. His seal is a depiction of his encounter with another Round Table Veteran, the last knight, Lorraine Bein. It was this historic meeting that led to the birth of the Council of the Round Table, the most powerful organization of the later European wizarding community.

The original Five Masters of the Round Table, "The Staff and the Sword of the Meeting", "The Pegasus with Wings", "The Eye of Truth", "The Hand of the Holy Grail", and "The Lightning That Pierces the Night". In the earliest Round Table Councils, the imprint of these five men was so prestigious that their fame is irreplaceable, and even in the midst of the alternating round tables, these five men will forever retain their imprint on the ceiling of the Golden Hall of the Round Table, and their chairs beside the round table will be preserved forever.

Nightblade is the elite of the Cloak of Shadow, and the Shadow Blade of the Round Table, and even Cade can't make them salute, but the Nightblades have to salute Merlin's sigil.

Cayde lightly pressed the seal on the door, and the door made a crisp click, followed by a storm of unlocking mechanisms, and many hidden buttons were lifted, and the tightly sealed door opened silently in front of Cayde.

Cade made a gesture to He Qitian to ask first, and Moira was so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands. This commoner-turned-witch apprentice had never seen anything like it. The Shadow Cloak is the elite of wizards, and even the most experienced dark wizard hunters in the Ministry of Magic may not be qualified to join this special organization, let alone ordinary wizards from civilian backgrounds, even if they have a position in the Ministry of Magic, they have to pass difficult tests and tempering before they have a chance to get it.

He Qitian doesn't care, the first is because he is not familiar with the social structure of wizards, and he doesn't know what these two rows of people represent, so he can handle them so calmly, if you replace these night blades with special soldiers with loaded guns, this guy will be so scared that he can't take a step.

When both He Qitian and Cade disappeared into the depths of the door, the door closed silently again, and the mechanisms inside the door were tightened one by one. What neither He Qitian nor Kaide noticed was that almost all of the Night Blades breathed a sigh of relief after He Qitian left.

The reason why all of them looked at He Qitian at the beginning was because the moment He Qitian stepped into this room, they were subconsciously attracted by this unattractive Chinese. Cade is a veteran wizard and a well-known potions alchemist in the wizarding world, but He Qitian made the instincts of this group of hunters notice him for the first time. It was an instinct honed in countless battles and experiences, an instinct to be wary of dangerous species.

All Nightblades were silent, they burst out almost the moment the door opened, but luckily they noticed Caede beside He Qitian.

"That person, a lot like ......," Nightblade whispered. This was taboo in Nightblade, as distractions would lead to loopholes in the guards' work, which they should have discussed after the shift change. But now no one has spoken out to reprimand, and no one has blamed this person. They all knew in their hearts that although this person couldn't see the strength, the matter of being able to turn their attention subconsciously had nothing to do with strength.

There are a total of 40 Nightblades in the Cloak of Shadows, and 18 of them are guarded by the Gates of Jinlunga, each of whom is on duty for 8 hours a day. Make sure that this second gate of the Golden Lunga is not invaded, and that they, as elites, have participated in some of the most famous battles in the wizarding world. Including the capture of some dangerous dark wizards, and these members of the Shadow Cloak can't forget the figure they saw on the battlefield. Enough to crumble the toughest members, enough to terrify the bravest hunters. And although the Chinese young man didn't look like that person at all, he felt 4 percent similar, and these four achievements were enough to make these night blades look sideways.

Walking through the door, He Qitian suddenly felt that he couldn't see his five fingers, as if the light was completely cut off. Cade's voice came from front of him: "Sorry Your Excellency, the first person who enters this second door must be tested, or carry a certificate symbolizing the members of the round table, and Xiao Mo's school emblem is also counted." But if you don't have it, you'll have to put it to the test. Xiao Mo and I are waiting for you at the face of Hermes first, and the alchemists of Xiao Mo's affairs also need to check it first. ”

He Qitian was about to open his mouth to ask what the test was, when he heard Cade's voice getting quieter and quieter. At that moment, a bright flame lit up in the darkness, illuminating the room.

This room was even more rudimentary than the previous one, with nothing but a wooden chair and bare walls and floors. If it weren't for the flame floating in the air, there wouldn't even be a light in this room.

He Qitian looked back, there was still a smooth wall behind him, and he didn't know where he had entered this room from.

"Escape room?" He Qitian muttered to himself. He's seen so many strange things lately, he's been surprised for a long time, anyway, unscientific things can be explained by magic, what's so surprising. It's just that he's a little curious about what this so-called test is. Is it to wait for a few Guardians or something to pop up in the next room, and tell him that he has to win the Guardians to pass? Pull him down, what if you can't fight? Get beaten half to death and throw him back into the room where he was and give it to the Nightblades for first aid?

"Aha! I've been holding back for a long time to say this!"

He Qitian was already very calm, and he had become numb to this kind of thing that only heard his voice and didn't see his people in the past few days. He clasped his hands and said quietly: "Please, brothers, can you show up first and then speak, everyone pretends to be mysterious, and you have to hide in an invisible place to talk and scare others." Please, you're wizards, this kind of trick is put in the world of science, at most, it will make people think that you have hidden loudspeakers and speakers, not to mention that this is still a wizard's territory, and I believe you when you say that the chair in front of me is talking. Let's talk about what the test is......",

After the tongue is restored, He Qitian is simply not too arrogant, and he feels that his ability to complain has returned to his body, this is the complete body of He Qitian, who is homely and cowardly, and has a poisonous tongue!

"Damn, young man, how do you know I'm talking?" the shrill voice was taken aback, and then said with a tremor of joy in the voice, "Could it be that my Tiger Chair Lord is so famous now?"

What a vicious name! This name is as famous in China as chili pepper water, lime powder, mace, and other poisonous weapons, and what foreign alchemist can come up with such an intoxicating name for the chair he made?

He Qitian's brain couldn't help but think of a church member who came to China to play, and on St. Patrick's Day, this religious veteran happily bought himself a green hat and swaggered through the streets. I almost didn't make the stomach of passers-by laugh and hurt.

The man who made this stool must have been an archmage, otherwise how could he have made such a stool that could speak and be conscious? And he was very thoughtful to give it the name of tiger. It is estimated that this archmage did not expect this chair to meet such a Chinese today.

He Qitian carefully and cautiously looked at the talking tiger chair in the middle of the room, wondering if the test of this chair should be to wait for himself to be tied to this chair, and then the chair asked himself loudly: "Say, do you want to blend in with Niflheim's spies!"

Thinking of this, He Qitian shuddered, what a vicious wizard, the person who can make this kind of chair is simply a demon walking in the world, and his heart is black and juiced!

Thinking about it, He Qitian's eyes when he looked at this chair were full of fear!

"Boy, why are you still stunned? Hurry up and sit down, we're about to start the test. You're the first person I've met in the past six months who needs to be tested, so let's take a closer look at what you look like. "That chair is not such a rich mental activity as He Qitian, it is indeed placed here to test the guy who enters the second door for the first time. However, the nearest person is either an acquaintance or has a mark, and it has forgotten what a living person looks like.

"Big brother, little brother's joints are fragile, can you add a few bricks?" He Qitian sat down on this chair a little nervously.

"What brick, why can't I understand what you guy is saying, is it a new word that has been popular in the wizarding world recently?" The chair looked at the guy in front of him and was suddenly full of awe of himself, and he felt a little proud in his heart, but he didn't know what these words that he didn't understand that kept coming out of this guy's mouth meant.

"Ah, it's okay......" He Qitian sat on this tiger chair nervously, not knowing whether it was touching the scene or what's going on, but there was a sense of tragedy and grandeur that the wind was sluggish and the water was cold.

"Listen, the test is divided into three parts, the first is a knowledge quiz, I will ask you some basic questions, the second is that you have to pass the test of magic, and the third is that you have to choose your own talent show. The tiger chair said with some smugness.

"Huh?" He Qitian was a little surprised, listening to the meaning of this stool, it is an oral test, a skill test, and a talent show? What kind of test is this? Is the guy who set up this stool to be funny?

"Hmph, I'm afraid, it's hard, but if you can't pass the test, then this door will never open. The tiger chair said proudly.

What a vicious! He Qitian suddenly opened his mouth! He understood the profound meaning of this test. Just imagine, a dark wizard as evil as Voldemort, the villain, wants to infiltrate the gate of this golden lunga, but is suddenly stopped by this tiger chair. You say that kind of terrible villain, a murderous villain who doesn't blink an eye, what will you think when you hear these three tests? The temperament tears his face on the spot, triggers the alarm, and is severely disabled by the Nightblade elites who arrive, and the good-tempered ones dare to endure humiliation and burden, can only be used to sneak into this second gate and perform a talent show, think of the bald Voldemort in Harry Potter, holding a wand, and seeing who is not pleasing to the eye, a ruthless character who throws an Arvada to the past, in this case can only dance in humiliation, or recite poems, or sing a song.

You can identify the villains who are mixed in at once, not only that, even if this villain really can stand such a humiliation under the crotch, add a video function to this chair, and then show this dancing video to the wizards, burn it into a DVD, and the wizards will have one each, even a dark wizard of Voldemort's level will not have the face to run out and show his head again, right?

He Qitian couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, he was worthy of being an archmage, he thought he was here to be funny, this is simply too superficial, this archmage's heart is no less black than the legendary witch Morgan, it is simply the reincarnation of Zhou Papi. This chair is called the Tiger Chair, and I thought that the author of this chair did not understand Chinese culture, but now it seems that the maker of this chair cannot help but be well versed in the breadth and profundity of Chinese culture, and this chair is simply beautified by being called the Tiger Chair! It is not an exaggeration to call this chair the Hell's Chair! The person who made this chair must be a devil for the dark wizard!

"Boy, why are you sitting on me with such a rich expression? The tiger chair grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Huh...... Isn't this the first time I've sat on this tiger chair? I'm a little nervous. He Qitian prevaricated, nonsense, who is not nervous to sit on this kind of chair, this is simply a torture instrument!

"Yo, the young man speaks quite well, even if you have vision, the chair surface of your tiger chair uncle is pure cowhide, and you don't sweat or stuffy when you sit on it, and even the chance of hemorrhoids will decrease." This chair didn't know how to listen to He Qitian's words, this shrill voice sounded like a dead eunuch listening to other people's sycophants and then cocking his orchid finger to speak.

He Qitian heard this strange boast, and everything was wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, this guy is a chair, and it doesn't seem to be a big problem?

"Okay, first question, you listen. The tiger chair suddenly said fiercely, and at the same time, two blue phantom-like ropes popped out of the chair and tied them to He Qitian's body.

"In case you get in, then I can't let you run, tie ...... first," the tiger chair said viciously, but in the middle of its words, the two ropes suddenly broke off by themselves when they were about to touch He Qitian's body. So the scene instantly became a little subtly awkward.

"Forehead......" He Qitian looked down at the three rings around his neck that were used as necklaces by himself. When did he get the rings? He couldn't remember, but then he looked at the three rings and suddenly seemed to understand something.

Tianlu Taoba Three Rings, Anti-Curse, Anti-Magic, Anti-Physical Attack, Who Knows, Fenglong Production Must Be a Boutique! It seems that this bundled rope spell is a kind of attack spell, and it was countered by the Taoba ring!

Is it a memory that doesn't belong to him? No...... The memory seemed to belong to him.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward and subtle. He Qitian's ass was still sitting on the tiger chair steadily, but he was a little nervous at this time.

Judging by the tone of the Tiger Stool, this magic stool should be the same personality as Harry Potter's Sorting Hat that can talk and flirt with others, but it should be a little worse. When this chair just said that he was going to tie him, his tone was elated, and he didn't know if this kidnapping was a process that had to be taken or the bad taste of this chair?

"Boy, what do you mean by this?" The tone of the tiger chair instantly became very bad, He Qitian sighed in his heart, can you speak in a chair The tone is not so vivid, if you are not still sitting under my buttocks now, I really think that you are the hall master of which hall, just the kind of person who holds a watermelon knife in his hand, has a tattoo on his body, and cuts from the west to the east without saying a word.

But if you want to pass the test, you have to rely on this Mr. Tiger Chair, He Qitian sighed, quickly took off the string of peach pulls and three rings to ward off evil spirits from his neck, and put them on the floor next to the tiger chair.

The tiger bench glanced at He Qitian, and said in his heart that this kid is still quite good.

The tiger chair once again extended two light locks, and this time he firmly locked onto the slightly stunned brunette young man.

"Then it's time to ask questions, your name. The tiger chair regained its tone, a bit like a ruffian who always asks questions before collecting protection money, and always looks around to find something cheap in the cans of the commissary.

"He Qitian. He Qitian sat on the bench, obedient like a little doll in kindergarten, but there was no pure light in his eyes.

"Well, which discipline are you from, or which force are you?" Tiger Chair was a little smug. It's really easy to get complacent in its voice at times like these.

"Uh...... What do you mean?" He Qitian asked with some confusion. He really didn't know what the difference was between the so-called forces, and he really wasn't familiar with the occult world at all, except for a few big figures in the Round Table Council who had done their homework.

The tiger chair was a little suspicious that the guy sitting on top of him was mentally ill or deliberately deceiving it. But the Tiger Chair is a magical chair, built by Merlin himself, and like the Sorting Hat, it has the ability to probe people's hearts. The boy's mind was like a damp fog, and something was holding it back from prying eyes, but one thing was for sure, the boy wasn't speaking.

"That is, what do you do? Druid, priest, cultist, alchemist or something, and what organization do you belong to, is it the Council of the Round Table, or the Great Druid Society, or the Middle Eastern Alchemy Community?"

"Oh, I should be a ...... A wizard, probably?" He Qitian said with some humility. His body was filled with not magic power, but qi, and he had tried to use magic, but he couldn't use all kinds of magic when he chanted spells, and he couldn't sense anything other than qi around him.

The tiger chair pondered He Qitian's answer, and this guy was not lying. Their own detection is almost flawless, but this thing is impossible. This person does not have any magical aura on his body, and the tiger chair is a magical product, and it is more sensitive to magic itself than humans. This human is like an insulator of magic, and any magic is deliberately moving away from this dumb body, as if the magic is afraid of this human being.

The tiger chair was a little unable to grasp for a moment what kind of path this guy was sitting on his body, a master who might be a closed-minded explorer? It is indeed possible, although this young man's mind can be detected, but the tiger chair is like putting his hand into a jar full of maltose to find a coin, everything is so vague and thick, even the truth found is so full of adhesive ambiguity.

But the Tiger Chair is a little unconvinced, its detection is far better than the magic spell of exploring memory, this is its advantage as a magic object, the Round Table rules do not allow any wizard to use the means of detecting other people's thoughts, but it does not mean that a magical object with consciousness cannot. So it was safely placed here by Merlin as a second line of defense, and it didn't think it was unrealistic for such a young guy to be able to deceive and blind himself to detection.

"What about your teacher? Who is your teacher?" Tiger Bench could not tell whether the young man was lying or not, so only let him answer the questions constantly, no one was flawless, that is, as long as the question continued, the flaws of the young man could be found.

"My teacher?...... It should be considered a dragon...... Do you know Fenglong?" He Qitian was a little apprehensive, and he didn't know how many years this chair had been placed here, and Fenglong had only been a few years since he joined the round table, if this old chair had been placed here for more than ten years, then he might not know Fenglong's name.

"What!?" The tiger chair's reaction exceeded He Qitian's expectations, the chair made a scream that could be called killing pigs, and the two light locks were immediately lifted by it, He Qitian only felt something behind his ass kick himself, and his whole body bounced up from the tiger chair, it seems that the author of this chair also gave it the function of kicking people's butts with magic.

He Qitian became more and more suspicious of what the original purpose of this chair was.

The tiger chair shivered. Fear crept up on its heart like the moldy ash of a stool's legs.

Everything is explained, because no one dares to assume the name of that madman, there was once a wizard student from South Korea who was similar to the Chinese in appearance, and once pretended to be the apprentice of Fenglong, only knowing that the end of the Korean was very miserable.

And only that madman can have such a strange constitution and unique spells, his body has no magic, and even the wandering magic will subconsciously leave his body like fear, and his thoughts are a nightmare for the tiger chair.

At that time, Fenglong was also stopped in front of this door, and unlike the young man in front of him, the light lock of the tiger chair definitely could not be extended, and even when Fenglong sat on his body, it could feel that the core spell used to shape its consciousness was gradually weakening. It was a kind of tiger chair that had never been seen before, and it was an unheard of talisman spell that could forcibly strip the magic power from the side of the dragon.

The tiger chair guessed so, because it didn't want to experience it a second time, and the magic was pulled out of the magic seal at the core of the stool, like ten thousand termites eating its body, and for a seat, it was a hellish fear.

He Qitian didn't know what was crazy about this chair like a handle at this time, and suddenly like a child talking nonsense, He Qitian's ass was kicked by this chair and hurt, but with the flow of qi, the pain was slowly slowing down.

"You're standing there!" the tiger chair's voice trembled slightly, with fear and jealousy coming from the heart of a stool. If this stool has such a thing.

"That test thing......" He Qitian was still talking, because this stool would not test him, at least send him to the back of the next door.

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook violently, and the entire enclosed stone chamber began to shake, and the flame floating in the middle of the room also shook violently.

"Damn!" Tiger Bench let out a frightened cry. It is the guardian of the Gate of the Golden Lunga, so it can sense the direction of the source of this tremor.

"What's the earthquake?" He Qitian hurriedly crouched down, and even supported his hands on the ground to stop his shaking.

"How can it be an earthquake, this is England! The largest earthquake that has ever occurred is the 6.1 magnitude earthquake in 1933, this is Niflheim, 15,000 meters underground! The shell of this fortress is a solid one-meter-thick recycled brick, and each brick is engraved with protective runes, unless you concentrate all the energy of a magnitude 8 earthquake on the shell of Niflheim, it is impossible to move it in the slightest!" The tiger chair was obviously a little puzzled, it shook regularly as the floor shook, and the whole chair moved around on the floor.

"This tremor doesn't feel like it's level 8!" He Qitian was a little unsteady on his feet, and he was about to lie on the floor to stabilize himself.

"Because it's not an earthquake at all! It's something behind the fifth gate that has been activated!" The tiger bench also sensed the strangeness of this tremor, all the tremors came from one direction, if this is the earth's crust There was really an earthquake, then it should be the whole Niflheim shaken by the earth's crust, it is almost impossible to tear this fortress apart, even if it is a real earthquake, but now the impact that is enough to shake the entire Niflheim is coming in waves, and the source is actually the direction behind the fifth gate.

The Tiger Stool knew that behind the second door was the Face of Hermes, and that the elite alchemists of the Council of the Round Table had built their own laboratories in this space. Behind the third gate is the Supplies Storehouse, where the materials that sustain the airtight box fortress of Niflheim are transported from a large two-way portal in the warehouse every month for the use of Niflheim's permanent staff. In addition to the 50 or so external institutional partners on the outer layer who can conduct research on the first level, there are also 30 alchemists of the face of Hermes who are resident in Niforheim, which is originally the largest alchemical research institution in the Middle East Alchemy Community. Behind the fourth gate is the Alchemy Storehouse, where all the precious alchemical materials, as well as the works of the alchemists of the Face of Hermes, the notes of the results obtained, and other things are stored. Behind the fifth gate is the real Niflheim Center, where the Council of the Round Table collects and buys cursed items, lost artifacts, and certain relics that have been used by the legendary gods.

Niflheim, the most impregnable fortress in the wizarding world, now swings around like a boat bobbing in a storm.

"Boy, I'll give you access! Hurry to the second gate, if you're a student of the Blade Dragon, then they need you badly. The tiger bench said immediately, and now the floor under his feet shook as if it was about to crack, and it was obvious that something had happened after the fifth gate, and some relics with great powers had been activated by mistake. Only those artifacts can shake this fortress of steel from within. But the fifth gate was forcibly locked by nearly 20 large magic arrays, and if no one activated them, those artifacts would definitely not move on their own. Someone has slipped behind the Fifth Gate and is using the artifact hidden behind the door to dismantle the fortress from within.

"Ahh

"This is Niforheim! This must not fall! Once this place falls, we will not be able to retrieve the artifact that was locked behind the fifth gate, the main body of the Truth Gate that can open the portal in one direction is here, we can't transfer it now, once it is damaged, we will not be able to open the portal to this fortress from the surface again. You're a student of the Blade Dragon, and this incident I speculate is that someone has invaded the Fifth Gate, you must catch this person! The Blade Dragon is the strongest at the Round Table, and you should be no close!" The Tiger Chair stretched out two cables of light to secure itself to the floor, otherwise it almost slipped and fell to the ground. The vibration was gradually intensifying, and a brilliant white light appeared on the tiger bench, suddenly shooting towards He Qitian who was lying on the ground.

He Qitian didn't have time to avoid it before he was hit by this white light, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly, and the roars of Natasha and Cade sounded in his ears.

It was supposed to be a neat and orderly lab, but now the whole lab was shaking, the floor was covered with broken glass beakers, and Cade was standing in the most prominent position in the lab, saying something loudly in Arabic, while Natasha kept relaying Cade's words in English. This is the face of Hermes, the best alchemical research institute in the Middle East Alchemy Community, but it cannot be described as chaotic and noisy. The researchers all had thick stacks of papers in their hands, and some even held half-mixed potions.

"All researchers immediately move from the exit to a door, all researchers move immediately!" Natasha relayed Cade's order in English, although there were many Middle Easterners in the institute, but there were still many European researchers among them, relying only on Cade's Arabic, many European researchers couldn't react in a panic, so Natasha acted as a translator next to her.

At this time, Natasha saw He Qitian who passed through the second door, and she had a surprised expression on her face, it was difficult to say what kind of situation could make this strong woman who usually had no smile show this kind of expression, and it could be seen that she was also exhausted.

"Cade, Your Excellency He Qitian is here, give me the key!" Natasha shouted at Cade, who couldn't allow her to speak calmly in this situation.

Cade also saw He Qitian flashing out of the white light at a glance, and quickly took out the heavy key from his robe, he quickly recited a few spells, and the keychain automatically detached from the two heavy quaint keys, Cade stuffed the key into Natasha's hand, Natasha took the key, and ran towards He Qitian.

"What's the situation!, what about Moira?" He Qitian's first thought was Moira, who had followed Cade to this institute, but he didn't expect things to be so interesting, he was about to be buried alive in this large urn 15,000 meters below. At this time, He Qitian was so scared that he was going to die, but he didn't expect that the first thing he thought of in his heart was Moira.

Natasha took two deep breaths, and even her breathing began to become disordered at this time, and she said in as concise words as possible: "Xiao Mo has moved from the emergency passage to behind the first door, and now she should be evacuating with Mao." ”

He Qitian only had a feeling of a big stone falling to the ground in his heart at this time, but soon he felt that something was wrong!

"I'll make a long story short, the source of the mutation should be behind the fifth gate, we don't know exactly who or something else disturbed the artifact inside, but we have to quiet this artifact, otherwise once Niflheim's protection fails, the ground above us will be enough to crush this place into a cake. Natasha pulled He Qitian and tried her best to explain the current situation in her calmest words.

He Qitian could see the sweat on Natasha's face, and he was about to cry in his heart, eldest sister, I understand your feelings very well, but can't we run away? What is there in this treasure house that forces you to wade into this troubled water? It's the right thing to do now to run away as soon as possible, isn't it?

Natasha saw He Qitian stunned there, her face was grim, but she didn't respond to herself for a long time, she also seemed to understand something, sighed, and said to He Qitian: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I was arrogant, I really don't have the authority to ask for your help." Evacuation is indeed a priority now. The female head of the Hunting Department, one of the Eight Stars, sighed, and then stood up with a resolute look in her eyes, holding the key to the Gate of Jinlunga in her hand, and resolutely went up the current among the evacuating crowds, rushing towards the third gate in the Gate of Jinlunga.

He Qitian was stunned by the determined gaze in the girl's eyes, and before he could say anything to persuade Natasha to evacuate together, the girl had already turned into a figure that was advancing against the crowd.

He Qitian glanced at the girl's back, and shouted with some reluctance in his heart, and he didn't know if he was convincing the girl or convincing himself, but the vibration under his feet became more and more severe, He Qitian gritted his teeth and stood up, the ground under his feet shook so much that his feet were empty, but he still followed the crowd and ran towards the emergency passage that could lead to the first door.