Louif glanced at Brent and said in a somewhat unpleasant tone, "Big brother, do you think Robin would be stupid enough to design the same traps every time? These traps are completely different from when I was here before, the location has changed, and the method of setting has changed, how can I tell you?"

"I'll remind you if I see a problem in advance, but I won't crack it, of course I'm going to hide, can't I go up and die in vain!"

"Your grandmother's! You are holding back! You cowardly little thief!" Brent despised sneaky thieves the most, and there were very few thieves in the Blade Mercenary Regiment, so he was not friendly to Louis in the first place.

Louif didn't give Brent a good face, he still remembered the account that Brent hit himself before, because of O'Neum's relationship, so Louif didn't dare to do anything to Brent, but it was also very cool to hit the other party in the mouth, and the last thing Louif was afraid of was a mouth fight.

I saw him grunt and start a counterattack, "Why are you so right? A thief is a thief! The ancestor of a thief is a mouse! I am a mouse! I am a mouse! I am a mouse! Hmph! How can you drop? Let me tell you, don't look down on the thief, if it weren't for me, the thief, to remind you in advance, you would have ......died a long time ago."

"Alright! shut up for me! Don't even look at what kind of place this is, and give me a nest?" O'Nem roared to stop the two of them from arguing, he couldn't count on anyone else at all, and it seemed that he had to do it himself, "You all stand back for me!"

O'Neim told the group to retreat, and he tried to set up a trap, only to see him cut the silk thread with a blow of fighting energy from a distance, and then immediately took a defensive stance, ready to meet the various traps that followed.

However, the imaginary darts and arrows did not appear, but suddenly there were bursts of terrifying shouts behind him.

"Oh no! this ......"

Oonem's face changed suddenly, and a one-meter-square opening suddenly opened in the floor not far behind him, and there was where Brent and Louif were standing, and it turned out to be ...... The trap associated with this tripwire turned out to be designed to target the rear of the team.

The trap was full of water and bottomless, perhaps due to the width of the passage, the hole could not be too large, which also gave Brent a chance to escape.

Brent and Louif struggled on the water, holding each other's bodies to the edge of the hole so that they wouldn't fall in.

The other member of the group, the intermediate swordsman, was not so lucky, he fell into the water first, and was directly pressed to the bottom by the two people who entered the water later, plus Brent and Louis, who blocked the hole on it, and kicked his feet around, so he couldn't get close to the hole at all.

At this point, more threats emerged, possibly to prevent enemies who had fallen into the trap from escaping, as Brent suddenly shot a large field of throwing knives above their heads, and the hole they were in was also closing.

Brent and Louif cried out in horror, "Ahhh

O'Neim, who didn't fall into the trap, didn't stand stupidly, he stepped out with an arrow, the long sword in his hand danced a phantom, and "jingled" all the throwing knives down, and yelled: "it! What are you doing stupidly!

Louif was the first to come to his senses, and when he came to his senses, he didn't bother to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and he had to pull his hands hard and crawl out of the cave.

He knew very well that if this trap was closed, then they would all be drowned in the water, and this grandmother's was actually a "water prison trap"!!

A terrified Louif sat on the floor gasping for air, his body shivering uncontrollably, not because of the cold after falling into the water, but because of the shivering caused by fear.

His eyes were fixed on the hole in the water dungeon that had just closed on the floor, and just now, he had seen the mid-level swordsman be left behind forever. If he takes a step slower, there may still be him in the inside......

At this point, Louif was about to collapse......

"Bastard!!" O'Neim slashed the floor with his sword, only to make a white mark on it, and the floor was as hard as steel!

"I ...... We're ...... Base...... Can't fight him!" Louif shook his head, he didn't dare to go any longer, and he brushed shoulders with death again and again, casting an indelible shadow on his soul.

"Hmph, if you don't go, you won't go?" Brent pulled out his weapon and put it around Louis's neck, he didn't mind taking a breath at the little thief.

"Big brothers, spare me! I really can't walk, look at my legs, it's shaking......" Louif was about to cry.

"Don't talk nonsense! You lead the way in front!Otherwise, I'll kill you now!" O'Nem can't care too much now, as long as he makes sure that he and Brent are safe, then it's still uncertain who will lose and who won! As long as he can find that Robin, his evil sword O'Neim will definitely make his blood splash on the spot!

Louisf, who was held on the back by the sword in Brent's hand, walked at the front of the line with a sad face, and the three of them walked cautiously in the passage, walking for a long time without triggering any traps.

Don't...... Robin is running out of tricks, and the traps are running out?...... Are you going to get out of the aisle? Or ...... Did Moss's team win? Or maybe even ...... What tricks is Robin playing?

The three of them were speculating wildly in their hearts, uneasy, and there was no end or exit in the passage ahead, which made them feel at a loss.

O'Neim, who had always been his calculating of others, had never been so aggrieved in his life, and the feeling of losing the initiative and having everything in the hands of others was terrible, and he had begun to regret his impulses......

The more human beings lose confidence, the easier it is to be distracted, and the easier it is to make mistakes, and psychological warfare is sometimes the key to determining victory or defeat.

Just as the psychological defenses of the three O'Neim were becoming more and more fragile, an abrupt voice was like a stone shattering glass, breaking their last line of defense.

The sound came from under Louis's feet, it was the sound of stepping on the platen! it was what they had not seen in a long time - the platen of the trap!

The faces of the three of them suddenly changed suddenly, because, with the sound of the pressure plate, two rows of steel fences suddenly shot out from the walls on both sides of the passage, like a cage trapping the three of them in it at the same time.

What's even more terrifying is that rows of holes appeared in the wall at the same time, and those holes kept spraying outwards with a pale yellow pungent smelling liquid, and the holes were specially treated, which made the sprayed liquid cover the entire cage, spraying the three of O'Neim into soup chickens!

"Ahh

"Hell, this is ...... "How could Louis, who was a member of the slums, not know that this familiar smell was not the same oil from the oil lamps they used to illuminate on a daily basis!

"Oh no! get out! He's going to set fire!" Oonem was so frightened that his voice shattered!

It's a pity that it was too late, and in the creepy eyes of the three of them, a little star suddenly flashed on the wall on the other side!

As the saying goes, a spark can start a prairie fire, and a small trap is comparable to a thousand armies!