"So, how are we going to open that door?"

The white hat's question brought a burst of silence. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Have one person take all three keys and choose a random door. Magellan broke the silence.

"There has never been such a precedent, and besides, it is impossible for an unprepared person to pass the test, which would be dead!"

There was silence again.

The firelit hall grew gloomy.

"I can go in and see it first. ”

After Magellan said this, everyone present turned their eyes to him.

"Firstly, we are not here to be tested, so we can cheat, and secondly, we have a lot of things that the ancients did not have. ”

Although Magellan said so, the "this man is crazy" in people's eyes still did not decrease by half a point.

"Then let's get ready. "In the end it was the Countess who broke the frozen air.

"The first is the rope, which prevents injuries from falling from heights and sometimes jumps over obstacles. ”

"Then there's the lights, which illuminate the darkness and detect danger in advance. ”

"Finally, there is the amulet, maybe it will give you a little luck. ”

Every time the countess spoke, a guard would come forward and give Magellan something.

These three items are undoubtedly magically treated, the rope is thin and soft, but very tough, the magic lamp is not afraid of water, the fuel is very durable, and the light can shine far away. As for the amulet, Magellan felt that it must have magical powers, but had no expectations of what role it would play in the Essence Death Turbulence.

Of course, that's not all there is to it.

Magellan took out a handcuff and loaded the ammunition and tamped it into his arms, tied the rope around his waist, and tied the magic lamp around his waist, then took the three golden statues in a canvas bag from the countess, picked up a few stones and stuffed them into the bag.

"If something happens, how do we get back the key that's essential to move forward?"

As if having just recovered from the shock, the White Hat raised the question.

"I'll come back alive. ”

Magellan smiled and waved his hand as he walked through the nearest door.

......

With a dull thud, the stone gate closed behind Magellan.

He stood there and looked around.

It was a much larger and brighter space than he had ever imagined.

There are fires on all four walls, high and over, that illuminate the entire space and the wood that fills it.

Magellan took two steps forward, looked at his feet, and sure enough, he saw a large pit, he took out the stone from his canvas bag, and threw one down. The stone fell to the bottom of the pitch-black pit with a soft muffled thud, and then it was submerged.

Magellan smelled the smell and understood, asphalt pits, if you fall down, you will die.

Then he looked up at the path ahead—the beams that were divided into three rows.

"Agility or wisdom?

Magellan felt that the test of the warrior should not be so simple, he felt that wood and monkeys had something to do with it, maybe there was a trap ahead, and he couldn't be too careful anyway.

Magellan untied the rope from his waist, took out a stone and tied it to the end of the rope, and threw it towards a crossbar.

The stone went around the crossbar twice with the end of the rope, and he walked to the edge of the pit, stretched out his hand, and pulled it downward.

I only heard the sound of the squeak of wood rubbing, and the place where the horizontal log was fixed to the wall broke, fell into the asphalt pit, made a few bubble bursts, and the whole thing sank.

If someone had tried to step on this beam just now, he would have fallen into the asphalt pit and died.

Magellan slowly pulled the rope back with soft force and hung it around his waist.

Is there anyone who can jump on the beam in front of them before they fall and keep going, and just race all the way to the finish?

He thought so, but he wasn't sure.

After hesitating for a while, Magellan took down the rope that had just been coiled again, hung the stone into the deep pit, measured how deep the pit was, and tied the rope that had grown out to his waist.

That's right, he's going to use the rope as a safety rope to see if he can rush over it in one go.

Magellan tried the three beams closest to him in the same way as he had just done, and none of them would break, he stepped back and took a few breaths, and then jumped up to the highest one in a sprint.

Riding on the crossbar, he took out the rope, tied the end to the wood and tied it tightly, and rushed out towards the front.

The sound of the beam breaking kept coming from behind, but he was still jumping forward, like a real rainforest monkey, always able to jump on the beam in front of him before he fell.

Then he paused on a crossbar and fell.

As he climbed up the rope, Magellan was convinced that he would not be able to make it to the finish line.

Because he was on the highest beam when he started, but after a few steps in the air, he had fallen to the lowest row.

He sat on the beam, wondering if he had failed agility or if he had encountered intelligence.

In fact, there is a simple way, which is to test the beam in front of you with a rope and move forward step by step, safely, but it is very troublesome and time-consuming.

Magellan thought, tangled.

There are so many possibilities in between, and even if you can come up with a solution, it's a question of whether you dare to try it.

Then he looked out and found a log at the bottom of the pit, which startled him.

Coming to his senses, Magellan patted his head and laughed self-deprecatingly. The bottom of the pit is asphalt, and the crossbar is sure to float on it, and it will be submerged when it falls at first, and then it will float up after a while.

After extricating himself like this, he suddenly felt a thunder in his head.

"There's a way!"

You can't get through it above, but you can pass it below. The buoyancy of the asphalt plus a wooden row was enough to send Magellan to the opposite side.

With his thoughts clear, he immediately began to work.

Cut off the rope first, then pull a few more crosswoods down, use the remaining rope to hang yourself to the bottom of the pit, gather the crosswoods together and tie them up with ropes to make a wooden row.

It wasn't an easy project, and it took a lot of time, but Magellan just thought it was more enjoyable than honestly stepping on a mine.

The wooden raft was tied, Magellan lifted a horizontal log as a penny, the asphalt was very sticky, and it was difficult to move forward, but Magellan felt that his IQ had been affirmed, and he was always in high spirits.

"This trial must be about wisdom, well, I passed without a doubt, haha. He said to himself with a smile on the wooden raft that was moving at a rapid pace.

Finally, the raft reached the end of the pit, and Magellan hung himself up again with a rope.

Then he saw as he wished that this was the end, and that it was time for him to put the key.