Ouyang Dao and the old master were also in the scattered crowd, they were not short-sighted and knew that something was wrong in the depths of the corridor. But when the forces of panic have all dispersed, how can they still stand still. After entering the labyrinthine small room, the old master and Ouyang Dao immediately got rid of the school's disciples, and Ouyang Dao took over the colony, while the old master occupied his own room and stared at it. The ant colony hid under the ruins, there was a hole on the first floor, and the ant queen sent a dangerous message to Ouyang Dao.

The entire site appears to have been built on a huge sour lake, with only a small portion visible beneath the abyss. Combined with this point of view, Ouyang Dao probably knew that the owner of this place specialized in acidic substances. Some of the words on the wall were also read out loud, and Ouyang Dao thought for a while. The old master was flipping through a notebook in a small laboratory in their room, and in the corner there was a pot-like alchemy device, like a distillation device.

"Tungsten thunder foam, look at what is written on it," the old master said, handing it to Ouyang Dao, who read on the second page, "The second form of Qinglong acid is a study. Ouyang Dao pretended to look at it carefully for a while and shook his head.

"These words are more complicated than before, I don't understand," Ouyang Dao said, he definitely couldn't tell the teacher specific words, let him know that the teacher's research field is acid, and the entrance to the ant colony is a little abrupt. The old master took back the note with some regret, suddenly remembered something, and asked a word. "Why don't you check the room?" Ouyang Dao realized his mistake. Others enter the ruins, explore the rooms, and gather resources. He stood there blankly, how could he not arouse the suspicion of the old master.

Ouyang Dao just wanted to open his mouth to explain his absence, but the words suddenly changed when they came to his mouth. "Why didn't you tell me, why didn't I check the room?" Ouyang Dao said a little frustratedly, "The research direction recorded on the entrance hall door is obviously biology, but after I came in, did you see any creatures?"

The old mage smiled and understood, no more words. Secretly relieved, but no longer showing indifference, Ouyang Dao began to inspect the layout and corners of the laboratory, his eyes swirling in the center of his skull. After giving the colony an order to move freely, Ouyang Dao, very seriously, began to inspect the room. Not to find the remains of some mythological figure, but to put those devices that specialize in making acid in their pockets in advance, in case the teacher finds something wrong. Just when Ouyang Dao and the old man were arguing, the colony and the professionals were facing each other.

"Master, I found three more bottles!" Anders's female apprentice excitedly reported to Anders, holding three tightly wrapped bottles of acidic reagents in her hands, the red liquid emitting some unpleasant odors. "Very good" Anders' face lit up a little, and when he entered the room with the school's disciples, he quickly recognized the main product in the room.

The red acid is very corrosive, and Anders has tried it with the material he carries with him. The acid itself is as corrosive as the owner's attack. Some experts who specialize in toxins may not be very good at releasing these acids. An excellent resource that can be kept for his own use or resold, and after a series of losses, Anders can make some money.

Once the value of the acid was determined, Anders and his apprentices took over the surrounding rooms, banishing the other malevolent professionals, and Anders ordered the apprentices to begin a search.

On the one hand, it is to obtain more red acid, and on the other hand, it is one of the more valuable refining technologies. The master who built the ruins looked scruffy and probably left some valuable research notes in the corners. "Master, I found it!"

Suddenly, one of the disciples shouted excitedly, holding a thick book that was already a little old. On the flyby page, Anders sees an instrument installation diagram that fits exactly one of the instruments in the lab. "Show me!"

Anders was excited, but then a pair of sharp teeth, triangular teeth, suddenly appeared on the disciple's chest, passed through the body, and faced the excited male disciple in the corner. With a bang, the boy's body was smashed to pieces, and I don't know how many precision instruments, from the reddish liquid, once eroded the objects within half a square meter around it, including the note just discovered. "Damn

!” Enraged, Angus leaped to his feet and threw the triangular head of the elite soldier ant to the ground.

With a snort, the shell cracked, and the juice splashed Angus. "Don't come any closer!" Angus shouted to the other disciples, tearing off his clothes and inflicting crimson burns on his iron-like skin.

"The blood of these ants is corrosive, all of you!" But as Angus said, an ant broke into the room on the other side, deep inside the ant. Yes! The killer screamed, and by the time the others pulled his arm out of the ant, it was so corroded that you could see the bones. In a fit of rage, Angus kicked the ant out with his foot, shattering its body on the dome, spilling sap and scaring the other ants away.

"The teacher is in a terrible situation. There didn't seem to be a trap here, but the ants were arranged to guard Angus's face a little embarrassed, and he agreed, and the ant's difficulty became evident in this encounter. It's only the third layer, but it's very corrosive. The disciples of the school were a little panicked and couldn't help but have the idea that they would quit when they were ahead.

Thinking about the gains and losses, Angus waved his hand in frustration. "Let's go" "Let's go?" Why don't you stay?" Suddenly, a professional wearing a mask appeared in the dark hallway. The members of the Warrior Alliance smiled at Angus and shouted, "Greetings to Angus, my lord" and the next second, he began to run wildly, waving his fist at Angus like a sharp knife.

Angus didn't have a hard time catching the sudden attack, his hands made a feint and slid to the side at the moment of collision. However, the hand strength of a professional killer was slippery, and the moment he dodged beside him, a short body passed through. The Samurai Alliance is already good at hand-to-hand combat, and when it encounters the strength of the little disciple, it will be more relaxed. As soon as the followers of Angus were cleared, the members of the League of Warriors fled. Angus was curious and never wanted to look back, but it was ants.

Angus's voice filled the dark corridors with fear, where ants swarmed like the sea. "Let's go!" Hearing the screams from behind, the members of the Samurai Alliance burst out laughing, and he killed a dozen soldiers in the ruins, which attracted the revenge of a large number of ant colonies, and this wave was sent to Angus, who were doomed. "Hey, this job is done, big master, how to reward?" In the midst of its laughter, a strange squeaky sound was suddenly heard in the corridor, and the members of the Samurai Alliance froze at once, without stopping, and the next step was to move the device.

Hush! An acid arrow was fired, and the members of the Samurai League stiffly stopped their advance, bent down, bent down. Their power is transmitted from the head to the spine. They dodged the sudden blow, but the acid flew over and dropped a few drops down your face, breaking your mask and corroding your bones.

The members of the Samurai League cried out, and immediately he was out of sight because of the foam created by corrosion. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two professionals, a young man and an old man. "It's a little trick," said the master, shaking his head slightly as he smashed five tricks on the wall in the distance.

"It's a good trick, but if you avoid the first one, the person behind you will die," Ouyang Dao agreed, sending a secret message to the queen warning her to beware of traps, and the old mage turned his head to look in the direction of the Rune Tower. The ruins have changed suddenly, most likely the core has been touched, and the only thing that can touch the core is the Rune Tower, the last remaining powerful force.

"Shall we take a look?" The teacher's tone was a problem, and the movement didn't actually stop at all, and he walked out directly. Ouyang Dao glanced at the dead professional player and followed with a smile. After the two of them left, a sneaky ant appeared in the corner, and it tentatively approached step by step, making sure that there were no traps, and dragged away the body of the professional.

The Queen's newborn needs nourishment, and these corpses are good tonics. On the other side of the ruins, a sudden battle had just ended, and several strangely shaped corpses lay on the ground, some with three heads, some with more than a dozen pairs of eyes. At the other end of the room, the wizards of the Rune Tower guarded the most

A large alchemy instrument that smiles at the ghosts left behind. "Pronk, we have no interest in going against the guilds, and we hope you understand our difficulties," said the smiling wizard, who had just created a dozen horrible corpses, and it was just a strange combination of what I had just done. Evil Transfiguration, a spell used by all high-level mages. The caster expels pollutants from the body, transforming the victim of the hit into a high-grade occupational radiation source. Adrian specializes in organ transplantation, and the core function of his master class, the Blood Mage, is to transform the body.

Depending on his professional characteristics, his body will transform into a terrifying monster, surviving on their own deformed body that has been devoured to death. Those who try to enter the mechanical miracle are Yang Wei's props.

They took away the mechanical miracle and did not give up. They followed the Rune Tower into the core room, and when they saw the core laboratory, they didn't give up, and finally became a prop.

Looking at a few invisible professionals, the hunters frowned, uncontrolled radiation contamination, these things were casually avoided by ordinary people, and now they are more like tools of threats, these hunters, whose job is to maintain order, are the worst.

"If I were you, I wouldn't put up with such a thing," said Young Master Allen, and not far from him, a strange metal and beetle-like gargoylum appeared behind him, and this gargoyle had blood-colored marks on its body, which was strange. "You're the Golem Master, you're the one who took advantage of something we didn't notice," said the masked clicker, who also came out to applaud the Golem Master.

"It's just that you don't really have a refining method," Allen said, his face changing a little. Gargoyles are indeed made in an irregular way, combining living soldier ants with various materials, and are forced to combine the two professionally. This process involves a number of unclear procedures, many of which are driven entirely by professional forces, rather than by the traditional step-by-step process. According to the regulations, one-third of any mantra that is not known to be dangerous during practice or use, and more than half have the potential to cause pollution, is listed as prohibited. Ellen forcibly mixed living things and materials, a third of which he knew nothing about, was forbidden. As for the evil polymorph, it is also forbidden due to its function of generating radiation, spreading pollution, and promoting loss of control.

One of the hunters' jobs is to stop or arrest those who use forbidden spells, but for external reasons, unless they are in areas under the full control of the guild, the rest is a matter of pride, which means that forbidden spells cannot be used in front of hunters. Now Adrian and the Golemmaster are shouting "Catch the thief!" It's embarrassing for hunters. If it was in the city, both sides had been warned by the Hunters' Association so early, but now the hunters were weak, and then the church staff, a few priests, it was better to pretend to be deaf and dumb, so this situation.

After many quarrels, the Rune Tower had to shrink its defenses, exposing the room's most important alchemical equipment.

No, no, no. Looking at the alchemy instrument in the center of the room, three sides trembled in their hearts. It is a cauldron-shaped instrument, floating in the air, bound by chains at four corners, with a dozen handles on the body, and a dozen hoses on each side, each of which is a different color, under the dome of the four corners of the laboratory, each hose facing a small alchemy device, forming a large alchemy structure.

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This laboratory is the heart of the ruins. There were traces of dust on the table behind the mage's defense. It can be seen that before being taken away, there were a lot of books piled up here, with dust on both sides and clean marks in the middle. The Creekta and the Master Golem watched with interest, this was a place of research, there were few other resources to harvest, and the most valuable was the owner of the ruins of the research notes.

The objects studied here also tend to be biological, leaving behind experimental materials that have long since turned to dust over time, and while some of the finished products have survived, the research notes are not that important. With research notes, the finished product can be reproduced at will and has the highest value, followed by the structure of alchemy, some of which may become miracles, but still remain to be tested, may be empty. So the last thing the Golemmaster and Krita saw were the research notes that had been put away by the Rune Tower.