The path was narrow, and I walked farther and farther away with the torches and the dragon's fire. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Slowly, the dragon's flame faded away, leaving only the torch in my hand.

The trail was very long, and it took a long time to finally reach the end, and I thought that there would be something new to be discovered here, but it turned out to be a little disappointed. At the end of the trail was a cliff that went down, and it was dark and dark at the bottom, and I didn't know where it leads, and I didn't see any eyebrows in this torch for a long time, and I was ready to retreat.

A string of sparks flowed down from the torches.

As early as on the road, the torches often burst out with a few sparks, or shed a ray of fire, so this time I thought it was a simple and ordinary phenomenon, and yet—the line of fire flickered and flickered in an arc of light in the darkness, and I realized that the wind was blowing again.

The wind is blowing, which also means that the whimper is about to make a comeback.

I subconsciously held on to the rock wall behind me.

The flickering flames were extinguished in the air. Immediately afterward, a delicate, even somewhat sweet aroma slowly erupted.

I thought about the carrion I had rubbed on my hand while I was in the tunnel. Some vomited for a while, and there was a faint fire under the cliff of the trail, and the smell became stronger and stronger. I took a look. I was no stranger to the place beneath the cliff, and I even stayed there for a long time.

It's the original trap trail.

The walls on both sides of the path had begun to burn, and not only that, but the mechanisms on them were also frequently triggered in a sea of fire.

It turned out that the extremely thin and long knife was not on the top of the trail, and the top of the trail was not the brick or dirt surface as I thought, but all the tops were knives.

Extremely thin and long knives.

The knives crossed tightly against each other, glistening in the flames. The knife slashed down, and from so far away, I seemed to hear the sound of the long knife breaking through the air. Then a section of the ground rose up, revealing the cold glow of the hook blade at the other end of the ground, and the clumps of sharp blades were like thorns coiled on the ground, and I saw a pain in my flesh, and then a fine fly ash gradually oozed from the two walls, and the fly ash crackled and burned under the firelight, like popcorn in a pot.

Under the influence of the flying ash, the fire became more and more ferocious, and in the end, I could only see the sharp blades coming out of the firelight. Accompanied by the sound of flames, the crunch of gold and iron was endless, and the density of the mechanisms in this path was terrifying, and as the flames burned and the walls collapsed, what flowed out of them made me tremble.

Mountains of corpses, burning and burning.