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So Duchamp now knew nothing about what was going on outside the tent, and of course, he didn't dare to venture out of a corner to peek outside.

It's easy to find this tent, and the tent doesn't have a stealth effect, as long as the blue-haired brother breaks into this dead end, he can find this big tent that pulls the wind.

10 minutes passed, and everything was safe.

20 minutes passed, and a smile appeared on the corner of Duchamp's mouth, with the speed of the blue-haired brother, he couldn't find it for so long, maybe he had already gone far.

Thirty minutes later, Duchamp turned on the small light and whispered, "He may not have noticed us and gone away." ”

The other three in the tent breathed a sigh of relief together.

"But we can't venture out to investigate, and according to my opinion, we might as well rest here. The sound in the tent can't be heard, everyone can rest assured, presumably he doesn't have the patience to squat nearby for so long. ”

The other three agreed.

"Squeeze in, it's still okay to sleep four people."

"Oh my God, and the mats, it's so comfortable!"

"It's time for a good night's sleep, too."

"I want a ring!" Lilmu muttered again.

Although the tent is a double tent, four people can barely sleep in two ends.

Hope you get a good night's sleep tonight!

Although the wound on Duchamp's waist that was stabbed by Brother Blue Haired was quickly healed with the help of potions, it would take a while for the new muscles and organs to return to their original strength and intensity. Duchamp was counting on this large tent, which would provide him with the rest he needed.

After a day of fright, the big tent soon resounded with snoring one after another.

After this magical experience of this day, Duchamp also began to dream before he knew it.

He had a good dream, in the dream, he successfully crossed the Holy Steps, grabbed the blue-haired brother and beat him for a while, and after a while, he found that the body that achieved the Holy Order turned out to be a furry spider, and the body was the size of a house.

He was troubled by the fact that he had become a saint-level powerhouse but had become a monster, and when he was squatting in the woods thinking about 'which is more important, life and dignity', Lu took the members of the Green Forest Mercenary Group to hunt, he saw it, and was about to greet him happily, when he suddenly found that there was a humanoid Duchamp in the team of Lu.

He was stunned for a moment, and when Duchamp saw him, he shouted happily, 'There is a demonic beast!' 'Run over and blast the fireball.

He had an idea, and his body kept getting smaller. When Duchamp saw it, he found that he was a little spider, picked him up and put him in his backpack, and a large pile of snacks in the backpack suddenly toppled over, pressing him out of breath, and desperately trying to climb up.

When he climbed to a certain level, he suddenly remembered that every time he dreamed, it would bring about the improvement of the realm, what was the meaning of this dream? He thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to turn over and think again.

As soon as he turned over, Duchamp suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe. He opened his eyes and looked, and immediately reacted, the long hair of Olivier swept his face, and he was out of breath because Lemmour's fat legs were pressing on him, as for the hanging, he glanced at Mura, who was sleeping opposite his feet, and quickly lifted Lealmu's legs down, and found an open place to continue sleeping.

This sleep, for Duchamp, is tantamount to timely rain.

At one o'clock in the morning, Dušan was woken up by Mura.

"What's wrong?" He asked, surprised.

"I feel like I've rested enough, so let's change places just in case."

Duchamp lay lazily in the big tent and thought to himself: "According to the double sleep effect of the big tent, I have slept for eight hours, no wonder Mura can't sleep." ”

He tried to sense his body, and found that after such a long period of adequate rest, the newly grown part of his body had merged with the other parts, and it seemed that even if he did it, it would be fine.

Olivier, who was woken up, stretched: "Ah, I never felt so comfortable. ”

Duchamp took some food out of the package, distributed it to the people, opened the tent a small corner, and stretched out his head to investigate the situation outside.

Is this still in a cave?

The stone wall outside inexplicably reflected a silvery white glow, and the temperature was much colder than when it came in during the day.

He hurriedly retracted his head back into the tent: "It's getting cold outside, it looks like everyone needs to wear some clothes." As he spoke, he pulled the appropriate clothes out of the package.

The others poked their heads out and hurriedly shrank back.

"No, this place has changed, haven't you noticed that the external structure is different from last night when we came in?" Mura judged.

"Really?" Duchamp poked his head out again, and this time, he noticed something different.

The structure of the space in front of him was completely different from the map he had drawn in his mind. Not only that, the road of the space has become tall and spacious, the curved dome and straight road that can be seen everywhere have completely become a place like an underground palace, the spacious road has been extending in all directions, Duchamp put his spiritual power to the extreme, and he did not feel the existence of the edge, nor did he feel the presence of people, on the contrary, in the space, there were constantly red dots flashing, which was the mark of the Warcraft.

He frowned and retracted his head, and said to everyone, "It's very likely that we are in another dimension, the terrain outside has completely changed, and there are demonic beasts. ”

"What then?" It was the first time Learmor encountered such a thing, and timidly asked, "Are you waiting here for the change to pass?" ”

Mura shook his head: "You can't wait like this, you have to find the source of the mutation and the interface between this space and the real world in time, and then quickly find a way to go back." Otherwise, when the other dimension and the main world are separated, maybe they will be swept into the other dimension and never go back. ”

When Duchamp heard that the situation was so serious, he quickly took out two tactical guides and quickly adjusted them. These tactical guides were originally intended for the men brought by Akin, but they didn't have time to come in handy. As he adjusted, he explained, "Now I can only make a rough adjustment, amplify everyone's body, and then release some small spells. This tactical deporter only stores 100 points of conduct, so let's use it. ”

When the tactical guide was adjusted, everyone moved their muscles and bones and reluctantly came out of the tent, and as soon as they came out, Liermu couldn't help but sneeze. Duchamp saw that Learmey was like that, and took out the leather coat that Baron Theresa had given him, and asked Learmor to put it on, thinking to himself, it would be really difficult for him to let this guy participate in the battle.

For this kind of mutation, Duchamp encountered it for the first time, and he cast an inquiring glance at Mura, who groaned a little and said: "Go to the central area of the mutation, and the key to dissolving the mutation is generally in the central area." ”

Central area! Duchamp carefully measured the force field in this space and pointed in one direction: "The force field over there is stronger." ”

"Then let's go that way." As he spoke, Mura took the lead in walking that way, and just turned a corner, Duchamp hurriedly reminded: "Be careful! ”

Dozens of meters away, a group of monsters found their prey, countless heads flashed, and they came in a huddle. This pile looks like a bunch of monsters, but it's actually just one, except that it has a lot of 'heads'.

Duchamp looked at the monster's weakness and hurriedly reminded: "Use fire spells to burn its head." ”

Three fireballs of different sizes were launched before the monster arrived, and then Duchamp slashed out, splitting the remaining head of the monster in half. After slashing the monster to death, Duchamp turned around to see that Learmor had his eyes closed, trying to channel the second spell.

"Liermu, the monster is dead, what are you doing with your eyes closed!"

"yes, yes, I'm so nervous, hehe." Learmour opened his eyes and smiled, and then he saw an even bloodier scene, Duchamp rummaged through the remains of the monster and pulled out a small piece of substance of unknown purpose.

"Ahh

"Be quiet, so loud, at least three bunches of monsters can be summoned, everyone is ready to meet the enemy!"

As if in order to verify Duchamp's words, several waves of demonic beasts have sprung up at different road intersections.

Duchamp handed the long knife in his hand to Mura, reached out and took out his staff, holding the staff in one hand and the tactical guide in the other, and began to drive the spell with all his might.

"Moon of Madness!" After locking all the monsters one by one with his mental power, Duchamp unleashed this tried and tested skill. The monsters suddenly gave up their goal and fought among themselves.

Mura gave up the driving spell and swung his long knife to meet it, and Duchamp switched to a lockable illusion wide area attack spell, and he glanced at Olivier and Learmour as he drove the spell. Olivier's performance was remarkable, he took the opportunity to change an angle that was more favorable to him, driving the fire spell, Learmu took out a desperate posture, facing the oncoming monster, not moving at all, at a glance it was the legendary stake mage.

Duchamp shook his head helplessly, the monster in the frenzy gave priority to attacking any creature closest to him, fortunately Olivier found out the small crisis, he gave priority to attacking the monster that came towards Learmour, attracting the monster's hatred to himself, Learmour was behind, and hurriedly drove the spell to make up for it, and completely destroyed this monster.

"Silver Moon Arc!" The Killing Quartet skill that was being driven in Duchamp's hand took shape, and countless silver-white swords pierced towards the monsters in the field, and in an instant, the monsters in the field were suddenly swept away.

(For the New Year, make a book, and don't drop good things...... ）

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