What was once a low battlement was now a towering iron wall. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe narrow road covered with moss makes people feel depressed. Droplets of water fell from the heights, dripping, and in this labyrinth, in this Château du Lang, it rained.

Flamenco came to another fork in the road. Unlike the other freshmen, he didn't quickly choose a passage to enter, and he didn't hesitate to look left and right, Flamengo just crouched down first, carefully examining the walls along each passage. When he found nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason for relaxation is that this is a new path. So Flamengo drew his short dagger and gently cut a hole in his arm, and a streak of blood appeared on the blade, and Flamengo dipped his finger in the blood and drew a unique symbol in the corner of the wall.

Every time Flamenco crosses a junction and makes a choice, he draws a symbol with blood. This is the easiest and most brute-force way to crack it. Because the eyes can deceive themselves, the voice can deceive themselves, and even the feelings can deceive themselves, but the symbols drawn with blood do not. As long as you have traveled more roads, the more symbols you have drawn, and the easier it will be to eliminate those detours and make the most correct choice.

Flamenco was a very wasted child from an early age. His physique is not much stronger than He Luo, and he can be called mediocre in every way. Probably the highlights that everyone will remember are his slightly curly hair and the few witticisms that pop out of him occasionally. But since he was a child, he didn't have many people to bully him, and this is due to his biggest hobby.

Puzzle solving.

Flamengo seems to have a natural sense of puzzle solving, just as a fire mage has a natural affinity for the fire element, and Flamengo is unique in Sudoku, crossword puzzles, riddles, Rubik's cubes, puns, and even mazes. There was no riddle he couldn't solve, and there wasn't a Rubik's cube he couldn't restore. In Adelan's time, the big, clumsy kids always turned to him because they were able to take the riddles that Flamenco had solved to their parents and easily exchange them for some snacks as a reward.

But this maze is complicated. It was the hardest Flamenco had ever seen, and he quickly decided to abandon all his emotions and use the simplest and safest way to solve the maze.

Flamenco turned the corner and took two steps forward. But he stopped, and stood there quietly, not daring to make any other movements.

On the side of the narrow road stood a huge figure, and the dripping rain blurred Flamingo's eyes, and he seemed to see a black giant.

It was Turic, the wolf of the Senate, who held the greatsword in both hands, and the rain ran down his visor, fell onto his greatsword, and finally dripped unwillingly to the ground, causing shallow splashes in the puddles on the ground.

As one of the best tank freshmen, Turridge held the greatsword, but did not move, and after a long time, it seemed that people really thought he was a statue. But his eyes, his firm and powerful eyes, were straight ahead, and those eyes like knives and spears pierced through the drizzle, and little by little they became sharper.

This is condensation. It is the great warriors who condense their fighting spirit before the battle, they condense a series of emotions such as anger, bravery, glory, and determination, and their next actions are often simple and concise, but they determine life and death. The most powerful heroes can even crush the enemy with their condensation, and how many people can't withstand the silent but gradually compressed force field, and collapse and fall to the ground.

The object who can make Turic so condensed is, of course, not an ordinary person.

Two guys stood across from Turic. A man with a rebellious appearance, Flamengo thought it was a wolf when he looked at it from a distance. There was a deep wound in his lower abdomen, but the lower edge was tightly pinned by a casually ripped off clothing belt, which was originally gray but was dyed jet black by oozing blood. He hunched his back slightly, dragging a long scythe in his hand.

The other, who was not using a weapon, held his fists flat, his iron gloves scratched by the rain. He was massive, almost about the size of Turridge, and the muscles of his upper body were protruding and swollen like a pair of human iron armor.

None of the three spoke, they were all accumulating momentum, and it turned out that Flamengo had inadvertently broken into the fight between the three.

There are no rules, and this is also true in the labyrinth. There's nothing in the way of fighting, it's normal. And it is more straightforward to kill a few competitors than through this ethereal labyrinth, so that they are completely eliminated from the competitive rankings.

And it seems that the bribery of the wolf of the Senate has lost its effect at this moment. The two societies that were supposed to cooperate with Turic turned against each other at this time, so Tulic was sniped by the two people in front of him.

"Die!"

The wolf-like boy was the first to attack. His scythe flung upside down, sending a splash of water in the air. The scythe was sharp, curved like the moon, and a touch of silver was about to wipe straight past Turich's neck.

But the closer the scythe got, the more calm Turic became. When the silver was only a few millimeters away from his neck, Turridge let out a low cry and slammed his greatsword upwards against the blade of the scythe.

The scythe flew away quickly, but the wolf-like boy did not retreat. He leaped forward, grabbed the back edge of the scythe in the air, and slashed again with his inertia. And this time he was in the air, and the scythe fell from the sky, like a crescent moon falling, unstoppable.

At the same time, the glove boy also began to attack. His punch was so powerful that a straight punch made the air burst. He pounced on Turic from the side, sealing off all the lines on his side. The scythe, the gloves, and the high wall behind him seemed to trap Turic in a triangle, and he had nowhere to retreat, except to meet the attack of the two men alive, otherwise he waited for defeat.

But Turic's momentum exploded at this moment.

Flamengo seemed to see the air around Turic become distorted, and Tulic raised his greatsword high and shouted, accompanied by purple thunder!

Turridge slashed back and forth like crazy, each sword using all its full force, all containing unreserved killing power, the muscles of his arms trembling in the drizzle, and his greatsword began to slash in the drizzle.

Bang.

Bang.

The giant sword struck the scythe again, the giant sword slashed the fist glove, just two faces, the situation that was sealed just now was instantly unraveled, like a wolf boy was repelled by a huge force, and the scythe in his hand did not know where it flew. The boy still had the power to strike, but he attacked again, but he was entangled in the slashing of the storm. The Thunder Lord's decree was like obeying Turridge's command, and with every slash he made, purple thunder fell. The fist gloves were hit by thunder, and the paralysis made the boy's movements slow, and under the sluggishness he was like a target, and the giant sword cut a lot of holes in him, and blood gushed out. He looked like a giant bear, but he looked like a wounded giant bear that was about to fall.

The wolf of the Senate understands betrayal best, but if it is the wolf of the Senate who betrays, the end is often tragic. Turridge slammed the back of his sword into the heads of the two teenagers, knocking them both unconscious.

Turic turned his head and stared at Flamenco as if he were seeing his prey.

"You go first and lead the way, I'll follow."

Turic said as he walked over to a shivering Flamingo.