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It wasn't much to worry about, as long as he stretched out the pickaxe in his hand, which was just enough to hook into the iron grid and hang him on.

Waving his hand to make Caroline and Alice back a little to make room, Roger adjusted his body and stomped lightly, Peng's muffled sound, and he saw the boy pull a remnant on the iron net.

The grid enclosed the box, the interior space is quite rich, and Roger can see the whole view of the cooling unit...... What seems like a large snowflake globe?

White plastic snowflakes were still flying inside the round glass cover, and the disc at the bottom connected several pipes that led to nowhere.

The boy was a little dumbfounded, and it was hard to imagine that the mad hatter, who was obsessed with biomechanical (mistake), had the same taste as a child.

Without further thought, Roger took the pickaxe upside down in his right hand and stabbed the handle through the gap in the lattice towards the snowflake ball.

It was the sound of metal colliding...... Due to the fact that it is a cross pickaxe, the handle itself is not very long, and it is completely large enough to reach the glass cover of the snowflake globe.

It's embarrassing, the three people with the longest thing is this pickaxe handle.

Roger sighed helplessly, what did he do just now when he threw those two eyeball teapots into the iron pulp, and now he can't even fold back and dismantle a leg.

Thankfully, he was currently able to cast the Fire Charm, the Explosion Charm, and the Cleansing Charm without a wand, and the Cleansing Charm was only mastered by the fact that he often slept off late instead of washing his face.

And the flame breath and the hook are essentially just fire spells and explosion spells.

The roar of the explosion rang out, and Roger dodged and jumped down, shards of glass and the cold that pierced the marrow swept through the smelting chamber.

The boy's feet touched the ground, and he immediately pulled Caroline and Alice out of the room, although he didn't feel much cold, but it could be used as an emergency cooling for the iron slurry river, and he knew that it was easy to kill the two of them with the bitter cold current.

Roger dragged the two girls until they reached the stone platform where they had been fighting, and saw that the door of the room where the dormouse was staying was constantly cold.

Even the iron in this room turned from golden red to dark red.

Caroline shuddered, and reached out to soothe goosebumps irritated by the cold air: "The movement of this pickaxe is really big enough... Is that a tank of liquid nitrogen?"

The boy glanced at his sister in surprise: "Do you still know that liquid nitrogen can be used for cooling?"

Caroline was mad: "Did the chemistry teacher do a good job?"

Roger laughed, but he didn't understand how snowflakes could be cooled.

After waiting on the platform for a while, the cold air gradually stopped bubbling out of the control room.

The three of them walked back slowly, the hot iron slurry directly below had turned into a black metal floor, and the instantaneous low temperature made the pipes above pour iron slurry, all of which maintained their original form and turned into flowing metal sculptures.

The heat in the smelting room has also been reduced from the previous stove to the refrigerator.

All three of them breathed in a huff.

The platform they were standing on was not very different from the ground, and they jumped directly to the ground and walked towards the central control room.

The dormouse paused in vain to fiddle with the joystick, and even with the presence of special glass in the windows of the control room, this level of low temperature also brought a considerable obstacle to its mechanical body.

But as soon as they came in again, it still shouted incoherently, "What you want to get your hands on is still in my hands." Of course... Strictly speaking... Hatters need them. Of course... That's nothing. I'm going to bring you down...... Down with you!"

As he spoke, the dormouse pressed a button, and several huge balls that looked like screws and glued together slid out of the pipe above and fell on the hard ground where the iron slurry had cooled, scattering in all directions.

"It's a screwfly, I like this!" Alice looked at the shattered ball, and there was indescribable excitement in her tone.

"Another kind of monster?" Caroline looked at the shards, "If it's a monster that's broken, I like it too." ”

"Then you don't like them......" Roger had already noticed, and the screws had spread out a pair of translucent wings, and there were six pairs of tiny insect feet underneath.

"Buzz ......" The scattered screw flies flew in the air and gathered together, like a large dark cloud swooping towards Alice and the three.

"I've got a wipe!"

Roger pulled the two girls and turned around and ran, densely packed with screws that he couldn't count how many feet long, which made him completely think of the army of locusts.

If you only need to take one bite of each screw fly with this number of screw flies, it is not a question of death, but what is left.

After running a few steps, Roger simply picked up Caroline and Alice one by one, and ran in three gears.

Fortunately, these screw flies have no IQ and don't know how to chase and intercept the four bread copies, Roger sandwiched the two big girls to learn from King Qin to "walk around the pillar", and hung the flies on the ground in circles from time to time.

After a few laps, the boy found a nice place.

The pipe on the right corner was originally pouring iron slurry, which had been condensed into iron pillars at low temperatures, and the walls on both sides of the water pipes above and a pillar on one side formed an excellent combat position.

"See where you are? I'll speed up and shake off the swarm of flies behind me, and when you get there, you two stay behind me and don't move, I can heal myself no matter what injuries I have, you can't. The boy commanded, and his body sped away from the swarm of flies, and went straight into the depression.

Roger stood on the outermost side, his teeth sharpened, just waiting for the flies to come and give them a fire escape.

He remembered Alice casually saying that the heat would melt the wings of the screwflies.

Before the swarm of flies came over for a while, Roger still had the time to ask: "I found that this fly is a winged screw, and it doesn't even have a mouth... What does it rely on to attack us?"

"Head bang. ”

"Got it, it's a small swarm of suicide unarmed bombers......" Roger didn't look back, staring at the swarm of flies and calculating the distance.

As the swarm of flies approached, the atmosphere in the depression became more and more solemn, and if the boy couldn't stop these small parts with wings, then their combined two hundred catties would basically be explained here.

Caroline couldn't help but transform into a werewolf, which immediately crowded the already small gap.

"Move back... You're stepping on my feet......" Alice arched Caroline's scud with her ass.

Roger scratched his back: "Don't talk about her, Alice... Take the kitchen knife away and stab me in the back and ......"

There are two psychoses, and the illusion of serious tension is difficult to maintain.