Chapter 952: Seeking the Secret in the Center of the Earth (25)

"Hey, hey, easy!" Calvin smiled and walked over to pick up the props on the ground.

"Easy fart!" Husky put away his sword, and once he was out of danger, he thought of cursing: "What the hell are you doing? You can clearly avoid the fighting Wang! We were almost killed by you, do you know Wang?!" "Oh, please, it's just a game, it's not a big deal to die!" Calvin disagreed, "And letting those three chapter men go by will only cause us more trouble in the future." We might as well kill them like this, so we can earn XP and power-ups—give!" He threw both swords he had looted to Husky, leaving only one dagger in his hand.

Husky immediately changed into a double sword, and as soon as he had more weapons, his heart was a little more steady. He turned to look at the small iron rod in Calvin's hand—the rusty trash that had fallen from the iron bars of a nearby cell. Did Calvin just use this thing to do some kind of magic?

The canine boy temporarily put away his anger and asked curiously, "How did you do it, Wang? Without a staff in your hand, you obviously can't use magic Wang?" "Oh, don't be stupid," Ralvin said proudly waving his short sword, "As long as there is an iron core, it can be used as a staff, and the staff is originally intended to help the caster concentrate and better transmit the flow of magic power." You don't have to use a special staff to cast a spell, but the effect will be reduced. "Yes, yes. "Husky doesn't know anything about spells, and he can't comment on it. However, Calvin was able to perform freezing magic with an iron rod just now, which shows that this kid really has a deep understanding of magic.

If Calvin hadn't played the game as a "human" incarnation, this guy would definitely be able to cast spells with his bare hands*, and the spells he could use would probably be even more powerful.

(*Note: Most merfolk cast ice spells with their bare hands, and very few merfolk use staffs because it's inconvenient to carry them.) They packed up the battlefield and were about to move on when the sound of fighting came from the corridor in the distance. The clash of swords and swords only took a few moments before they all stopped, and the battle seemed to be over.

"Hal must be there. Husky was overjoyed, but he was also worried: "It's him who wants to win." Let's hurry over and see Wang. "You'd better keep a low profile. Calvin sneered and said, "If it's the chapter people who win, that means the little black cat is dead, there are still several guards on the scene to deal with." "That's when we avenged Hal Wang. Husky ignored the fish-man prince's advice and rushed forward with his twin swords in hand.

After turning two intersections, Husky saw a far more than he had expected. There were about five or six dead chapter guards on the ground, and the corpses had just disappeared, exploding props all over the ground.

And the leopard-man boy Hal was standing there silently, holding only a short sword in his hand.

"Howl, ha-" Husky was halfway through his words when he was covered with his hand.

"Don't come near him!" Calvin grabbed Husky from behind and pulled the canine boy back.

The leopard boy turned around when he heard the voice, and Husky and the others were already hiding in a dark corner of the hallway.

Husky was surprised to see a huge wound on Howl's body, oozing blood. The leopard man himself had a blank expression, his eyes were glazed, and he seemed to be in a state of sleepwalking.

However, it was this "sleepwalking" Hal who killed at least five heavily armed chapter guards, relying only on a short sword.

What happened here?

"Huh... Howl, do you still recognize me, Wang?" Husky whispered.

"Oh no, he's going to pounce and attack!" Calvin raised his dagger with hostile intent.

"No! don't irritate him!" Husky struggled to hold down the Fish-Man Prince, keeping Calvin's short sword out of front of the Leopard-Man Boy.

"Husky—?" The sleepwalking leopard-man boy seemed to have a trace of consciousness, and he recognized Husky as a friendly soldier from the other party's voice and smell, so he did not come forward to attack.

Goo. The canine boy swallowed his saliva and boldly stepped forward: "That's right, it's Husky." Do you still recognize Husky?" As if relieved, the leopard boy slowly closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the East African plateau, the entrance to the Jilimanjaro Underground Palace.

I don't know how long it took for the Knight of the Round Table to shout, "Thirty-second in the average points: Fifteenth - Bediwell, Solal and Tristan." You're ready to go. "Finally!" Tristan, who was supposed to be dozing against the wall, jumped up and looked energetic.

"You didn't sleep at all?" the werewolf also recovered from his closed eyes and recuperated, and quickly got up.

"You don't need to worry about my business. Tristan was still happily fighting the werewolves.

"Don't say it, let's go. Solal urged, and he had already stepped forward first, walking towards the entrance of the dungeon.

"Hmph!" the werewolf quickly followed, in order not to lose to the fish-man prince.

In this way, the three of them passed through the hidden stone gate and ran into the Jilimanjaro Volcano Underground Palace.

Upon entering the dungeon, the werewolf couldn't help but sneeze. The cold smell here is even worse than the outside, and it irritates the nose of Bediwell's puppy very unpleasantly.

There were ice crystals everywhere, ice chips everywhere, and thick hoarfrost on the hard volcanic rock walls, so thick that the supposedly wide aisle was locked nearly a foot narrower out of thin air, and the labyrinthine corridor was barely big enough for five people to get through at once.

Still, it's not as cold as it seems. After entering, probably because the air flow was not fast, Bediwell felt that the inside of the underground palace was not as cold as the entrance, but had a stuffy feeling.

While Bediwell was still contemplating his surroundings, Tristan had already taken the opportunity to catch up with the werewolf, and walked ahead and said proudly, "If you fall behind, we won't wait for you!" "No, you must follow me." The werewolf wiped his puppy's nose and said proudly, "Only I can take you to the right destination as quickly as possible." "Oh, am I going to believe your nonsense?" the Fish-Man Prince was ready for the next series of cynicisms against Bedeville.

The werewolf took a few more steps, and when they were some distance from the entrance to the dungeon, he said, "You must believe, but not me, but my nose, and Palamides." Tristan smiled even more disappreciatively: "Hmph." What does this have to do with Uncle Leopard?" "Of course there is. Palamides has been here, have you forgotten?" the werewolf smiled confidently, ignoring the sarcastic prince's taunt: "Seven years ago, he came here to find Kai and went deep into this dungeon. He knew the structure of the dungeon, and he knew which way to get into the deepest part of the dungeon - and that, I guess, was where we were going. When Bediwell said this, the Fish-Man Prince became suspicious, "As if you had seen it and knew what the big cat had done-" Before the Fish-Man Prince could finish his stupid words, the werewolf hurriedly interrupted, "I didn't, but when I bathed with Palamides, he used to brag about his adventures." "Together... Take a bath?" Tristan looked at the werewolf with a different look this time, squinting: "Oh, what a mess in your circle...... I guess his wife, Vivien, would be happy to know the secrets you can't tell—" "Ahem!" Solal coughed dryly, pretending not to hear anything.

"What nonsense are you talking about, idiot!" the werewolf glared at the fish-man prince, "Anyway... You can't go wrong with following the scent of Palamides. Following him is a shortcut to success. "I can only agree half of what you say. Tristan sneered even more disapprehrovingly, as if it was the greatest pleasure of the Fish-Man Prince to sing the opposite tune to Bedeville: "It will indeed be convenient to follow them behind." But if we do that, we'll always have to be second.

The treasures in the labyrinth will also be looted by them first, the monsters will be killed by them one step earlier, and even the [that thing] that the mission designated to find will be snatched first. It doesn't make any sense to do that!

What we have to do is not to be someone else's follower, but to be angry and find a way to surpass them, and this method is -" Looking at Tristan, who was getting more and more proud, Bediwell glared fiercely and asked, "This is the method-?" The fish-man prince stuck out his tongue: "Well, I haven't thought of it yet." Bedivel and Solal glanced at the stupid prince at the same time: "If there is no countermeasure, there will be less nonsense!In short, follow Palamides first, and see the form!" - this way. The werewolf sniffed close to the ground, and found traces of Palamides in the complex and varied scents of the ground. He sniffed and ran, following the big cat's footsteps all the way.

Hurry up and notice - Bediwell, who was busy tracking, was silently thinking in his heart at the moment.

He was worried about the Zhalfir brothers, and Albert's team - especially Albert's. Team Al lagged far behind the other candidates in the rankings and could not get a good score from this exam by normal methods.

In order to win, Albert's only shortcut was to follow Bediwell's example, following the scent of Palamides. In this complex and dangerous labyrinth, this is the best way for the tigers to bypass other obstacles and reach success.

What are the facts?

Albert, who was waiting in the cave outside the underground palace, was wiping his Haitao Sword gracefully at the moment, as if he had obtained a unique treasure in the world, and he was intoxicated.

He had not at all been concerned about his (far) far behind, let alone tracking down the scent of Palamides.