"Yes! Commander!" "The follower Banbuck is dedicated to serving Manmos, he carries a space bag on his body, which is full of Manmos's belongings, and he usually follows Manmos to serve him tea, pour water and hand over something.

Brute Mos raised the giant battle axe he had taken out of the space bag, and then used his martial art "Fury Triple Slash" towards the stones that stood in his way.

"Bang, bang!!" "Three simple and unfancy attacks, but with a lot of momentum, they actually cut the huge hard stone into a piece of rubble.

"Good!"

"The regiment commander is domineering!"

"The regimental commander is mighty!"

“......”

The mercenaries all cheered loudly, the unshakable boulder that stood in the way in the eyes of everyone a moment ago, but at this moment it was as simple as cutting tofu in front of the powerful fighting spirit, this is the gap between ordinary people and martial artists with fighting spirit, and this gap is like a heavenly gap.

Manmos led his mercenaries into the underground passage, the light in the passage was very dark, they walked cautiously, and the originally arrogant Manmos did not dare to be careless and arrogant at this time.

The thief Louif had said that it was full of traps and traps, and he didn't believe it, thinking that they were little thieves who couldn't get home, but now they had learned the stakes.

As soon as I entered the house, I was embarrassed by the tiger-shaped wood carving, and after discovering a secret door, I was almost scared to death by a boulder before I could enter it.

Although these two organs did not cause them any real harm, they also knew very well that this was just the other party's intention to release water and give them a threat.

For a person who doesn't know how traps work, even if you are careful, even if you are cautious, what is the use?

The fact that it is useful or useless is here, the stone floor of the passage looks the same square, each stone is about the same size, and the ground is not uneven, but when they step on one of the stones, they hear a "click".

Immediately after that, countless knives, forks, chopsticks, and so on flew out from all directions of the passage, although those knives were not very sharp, and those forks were not very sharp, uh...... Those chopsticks may just be a filler......

But these are also murder weapons, they can't kill people, but they can also hurt people, and the mercenaries of the Crazy Sword Mercenary Group are full of cutlery on their arms, legs, and buttocks...... One by one, they screamed in pain like slaughtered pigs.

The head of the regiment is brute Moss's rough skin and thick flesh, coupled with his fighting spirit to protect his body, knives, forks and chopsticks have no effect on his appearance, but his psychology has suffered a heavy blow, and he has not seen the other party's figure, he was beaten to cry and cry his mother, how to go on the road behind?

In addition to being psychologically injured, Manmos was even more angry, he raised his head in anger and scolded loudly, "Robin! Your uncle! You coward! If you have the ability, you can give the head of this regiment! Let's do it with real knives and guns!"

The passage was dark and deep, but it was only his own echo, and there was no movement other than that......

The other party hid in the dark and used a trick to deal with them, he couldn't beat it, and no one listened to the scolding, which gave the barbarian Mos a grievance, he heard the painful wails of his subordinates behind him, which made him upset.

I saw that he was so angry that he shouted, "Shut up for me! What is it called! Call me for such a small injury! Are you still a man? Go ahead for me, find those thieves and kill them to relieve yourself!"

"Oh...... Oops...... "The mercenaries pulled out the knives and forks stuck in their bodies one by one, and when they pulled out, they screamed again in pain.

They were unhappy to deal with the brute Moss, but they thought to themselves, you don't let you scream, we have a defense like yours, and we still call a fart?

The brute moth drove the mercenaries who sighed and continued to walk forward, and as they walked, they vaguely saw a faint flickering light in front of them, and they immediately cheered up, lest there was some trap in front of them.

When they got closer, they saw that the light was nothing more than an oil lamp hanging from a recess in the wall.

In this magical age, almost every household in the town is lit by magic lamps made of light monster crystal nuclei, and this retro oil lamp may only be seen in this slum.

The magic lamp has many advantages over the oil lamp, it is not a fire without oil smoke, it is also very safe to use, and it does not have the unpleasant smell emitted when the oil lamp burns.

Manmos had used an oil lamp before, but he noticed that the oil lamp in front of him was a little different, not only did it not smell specially, but it was very cleverly designed, and it only stored a small amount of lamp oil in its base, which was just enough to keep it burning.

Every time it runs out of oil and the lamp is about to burn out, a small hole in the recess of the wall will be filled with a little new oil, so from a distance, people think that the oil lamp will flicker and flicker at any time, but it will stand and shine forever.

Through the bright light, everyone saw that there was a sign hanging under the oil lamp, and the mercenary who had been unlucky before read: "There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to break into." Three opportunities have been missed, and Hugh blames me for being ruthless!"

After this mercenary finished reading, his hands and feet began to tremble involuntarily, thinking about it, the other party had already given them three chances, and next, I am afraid that the other party will kill the killer......

The hapless mercenary cautiously asked Manmos, "Boss, this thief's trap is too powerful, or ...... Or ...... Let's withdraw it......"

"Remove your uncle! You dare to grow the morale of others and destroy your own prestige! You are shaking the morale of the army in battle, see that I don't beat you...... What's wrong?"

He was so angry that he stretched out his hand and wanted to slap the mercenary, but before he could do it, the oil lamp hanging on the wall suddenly went out, and everyone suddenly entered the darkness from the light.

"Buck, get the magic lamp out!" "When I first entered the passageway, there was plenty of light and no other lighting was needed, but now it was suddenly dark, and Manmos couldn't see at all.

After waiting for a long time, Manmos found that Buck did not hear any back from him, nor did he light up the magic lamp, and the surroundings were still the same pitch black.

"Hmm, Buck?!What are you doing? Why don't you speak?" Brumos sensed something unusual, why was there silence around, and what about his men, why wasn't there a sound in this environment?

Manmos stretched out his palm and touched around like a blind man, but he couldn't touch anything, Buck was obviously behind him just now, why did he suddenly seem to disappear out of thin air? Even the unlucky mercenary who read the sign was gone!

Where did they go? It's so counterintuitive......

Man Mos was a little flustered, so flustered that he almost forgot that his fighting spirit can also produce light, he secretly scolded himself for being stupid, and hurriedly used his fighting energy, wanting to see what was going on around him through the light of his fighting energy.

However, what Manmos didn't expect was that when the light of the fighting spirit lit up, he saw a terrifying and hideous face appear in front of him through the light!

It was a bloodless face, a face with a pair of blood-dripping white eyes staring at him viciously......

"Ah!!h