Coming to the downstairs of the Book Museum, Hong Fan took Chen Ang to hide in the alley on the side, and he just wanted to climb up, but was stopped by Chen Ang. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"This old curator is not so simple, according to the information I have obtained, he can open such a large museum in Cairo, a backward and chaotic colonial country, not only because of the face of the official. In fact, people of Cairo know that this museum cannot be provoked, so it is full of ancient Egyptian artifacts, and no one dares to do anything. ”

"It's the mausoleum guards' troops who have come to solve the trouble!" Hong Fan felt that this was normal, of course the mausoleum guards would not rely only on the armed forces to fight the world like in the original plot, in fact, as the deep-rooted snakes here, their energy was amazing.

Facades like museums, of course, are not harassed by hooligans who do not enter the stream.

"But in some cases, the Tomb Keeper troops can't help much. A few years ago, a group of rogues planned to ransack this place overnight, and they planned to do this ticket, so they would fly away, and naturally they would not be afraid of anything. But when they got inside, they disappeared into the museum, and there was only the old curator inside. Chen Ang said a piece of information that he confirmed.

Hong Fan also noticed the information contained in this intelligence, and his face changed: "You mean, this old curator's idea is a prickly one?" ”

Chen Ang and Hong Fan looked at each other the same, and they had a plan in each other's hearts, Hong Fan said: "Since there are spells in the mummy world, it will naturally have a harmonious worldview, and when we did Fan Xinhai's mission before, we knew that if there is supernatural power in the current mission world, then the plot characters we contact will never be as simple as in the movie." ”

"Especially when we meet a small nobleman who has knightly blood, and when we meet someone from the Holy See, we will be able to use magic in one hand. Since Immorton knows spells and divine arts, as the pharaoh left the power to prevent his resurrection, it is strange that there is no supernatural inheritance. Hong Fan had already understood what Chen Ang meant, nodded and said.

Hong Fan stuck to the outer wall of the museum, and with a slight force of his fingertips climbing the edge of the wall, he allowed himself to cross the wall lightly, his steps were as light and silent as a cat, Chen Ang looked at his back, his eyes thoughtful: "This technique is the assassin's footsteps of the assassins in Assassin's Creed." Falling from a height does not take a lot of damage, and there is no sound of footsteps when sneaking. ”

Hong Fan didn't wear the classic hoodie, but it was still clear from his outfit that he was an agile attacker who could surprise when necessary, and deal a lot of damage as usual.

Although the soft armor has increased some of the weight, it also greatly strengthens the defense, indicating that he often has to fight with the enemy closely, and the excellent design allows the soft armor to avoid affecting the flexibility of the body to the greatest extent.

On the whole, it is close to the fighting style of chivalry and assassins, and is good at infiltrating combat, and frontal combat relies on step dodge and agility to avoid damage, and is mainly based on guerrilla.

Hong Fan didn't know that Chen Ang saw so much just from his outfit, he quietly came to the windowsill of the museum area, and with a slight pick of the dagger in his right hand, he opened the window door, turned over and entered, Chen Ang saw him enter the museum area, and also pressed lightly on the stone wall, like a dexterous swallow, attached to the eaves.

With his right hand, absorbing the sound of the window opening and closing into his palm, Chen Ang entered the museum from the second floor.

With Hong Fan's agility that was stunned, Chen Ang easily locked the location of the curator, he leaned on a shadow and silently observed everything, the curator's office is not small, and there is only one entrance and exit, the windows are also closed very tightly, and the lights in the room are bright, and there is no chance for people like Hong Fan.

Seeing this, Chen Ang sighed secretly, he knew too well what kind of fighting style a professional like Hong Fan would use.

Sure enough, with the soft sound of metal knocking, the curator who was writing at the desk suddenly became alert, and he shouted loudly: "Evelyn? No one in the room answered, and the curator said to himself, "Evelyn should go to sleep!" It's almost dawn now, so it's not the thieves who steal again! ”

The curator picked up the hardwood cane next to him and vigilantly reached out of the door.

Hong Fan's shadow slowly fell behind the curator, his steps were unusually dexterous, and his body seemed to merge with the surrounding environment when he was still, Chen Ang recognized that his stealth skill had reached at least three, and he had also learned one more chameleon skill, and when he attacked, he attacked like lightning, slamming the back of the curator's head with the handle of the dagger.

Stun: Stuns an enemy, temporarily disabling them from participating in combat.

But Hong Fan was still careless, Chen Ang never ignored the lapis lazuli eyes of the eagle-headed god next to him, and when the curator picked up the cane, the surface of its gemstone eyeballs glowed with a thin layer of light.

The kobold warrior stone carvings standing next to him suddenly moved, they were holding spears, crossing to block Hong Fan's offensive route, the curator hurriedly ran a few steps, came to a pottery urn, grabbed a handful of spice powder from it with his left hand, took out a sedge book from his arms with his right hand and shook it open, and read: "Sleeper, please wake up!" Protect your masters! ”

As he spoke, he sprinkled the spices on the mummy in the coffin next to him, and the obsidian-inlaid eyes of the two stone statues that blocked Hong Fan suddenly glowed with blue flames, and as they became more and more agile, the wisdom of the enemy also increased.

Hong Fan's right palm slammed out with the sound of wind and thunder, breaking the arm of the huge stone statue and falling to the ground, but the curator was getting farther and farther away from him, and in the sarcophagus between them, two dry mummies struggled to crawl out, the salted shell linen bandage was very tough, and the dagger in Hong Fan's right hand could not cause damaging damage.

The old curator dragged his body and ran, while constantly summoning flies and locusts to attack Hong Fan's eyes, and finally relented, pushed a dry crocodile mummy next to him to the ground, and used a spell to summon a small stream of yellow sand, controlling the wind and sand to cover Hong Fan's vision, and he fled out of the door under the escort of another mummy.

When the curator took the opportunity to run out of the door with the mummy, he saw someone in front of him blocking his way.

"Go up and kill them!" The curator hurriedly pointed at the mummy.

There was a shattering sound of the papyrus in the curator's hand being smashed into pieces, and one turned around and used the curator's body to block the mummy's attack route, Chen Ang calmly took the trigger, so that the voice was clearly heard by the curator, without him saying more, the curator raised his hand obediently, and when Hong Fan got rid of the harassment and pounced out of the museum, Chen Ang was already collecting the talisman that the curator was carrying.

Chen Ang lightly untied the curator's neck and pocketed and took out the beast tooth necklace, a scarab specimen, a bronze dog statue, and a gold cobra bracelet.

"Hey!" The curator stopped, "Is it okay to leave that one alone?" It was a gift from my daughter. ”

Chen Ang took the exquisitely crafted cobra bracelet and shook it in front of the curator's eyes, allowing him to see the small scales on it clearly, and then asked him, "Your daughter gave you a viper spell talisman as a gift?" He pinched off the head of the Cobra bracelet with two fingers, allowing the curator to see the blue venom inside.

"I don't think anyone would want to make it snugly, right? Except for its owner. ”