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Roger had to take it himself, he didn't have the consciousness to scratch the tin pimple with his fingernails.

The wide pipe meandered upward, and as he went deeper and deeper, Roger gradually felt that the temperature around him was gradually rising, and the walls of the pipes on the upper and lower sides became warm and radiating heat.

"Do you feel like it's getting hot around you?" asked Caroline, who couldn't help but ask.

Her face was hot and red, and beads of sweat were pouring out of her forehead.

Roger was surprised: "Is it so hot? I feel warm and comfortable......"

"You can't even feel pain, you're not qualified to speak!" Caroline was already a little distraught by the heat, and the scorching sensation was like being surrounded by a fire in the middle on a hot summer day, and the heat was rolling endlessly.

"Just bear with me, I'm about to go to the smelting house. Alice walked in front and comforted.

She didn't look like she was unbearably hot, it seemed that it was a physical problem? Canines are very afraid of heat, right......

"Hey, what's that look in your eyes?" Caroline felt the strange look in her brother's eyes.

"Nothing... I'm just curious if you become a werewolf in such a hot environment... Isn't it like a dog... Ho-ho-ho-ho?" said Roger, sticking out his tongue and raising his hands to his chest to catch a quick breath.

"Get out!" Caroline was already in the heat and was in no mood to joke, and she stopped talking after a scolding.

After walking diagonally upwards for a distance, the pipe began to straighten, although Roger felt that the temperature around him had not changed much, but Caroline's state was much better, although her face was still flushed, but she no longer sweated.

Eventually, Alice, who led the way, kicked open a fence that was skewed at the end of the pipe and jumped down: "The smelting house has arrived, be careful on the way back, the cuties of the Mad Hatter may wander around the room." ”

Caroline, who had recovered a little of her energy, wondered, "Didn't the Mad Hatter say to go to the 'Eye of the Clock'? ”

"It's the 'Face of the Clock,'" corrected Alice, "and this is the teapot in the Face of the Clock." ”

Caroline was a little confused, the teapot and the clock didn't seem to have anything to do with the words face......

"Well... The face of the clock is an abbreviation, and the full name is 'Teapot Teapot Clock Face'......" Seeing Caroline's confused eyes, Alice explained in a good mood: "The smelting house is a teapot-shaped, the power house is a head-shaped clock, and the teahouse is a teapot-shaped clock...... And the smelting house and the teahouse have teapots..."

"That's why it's shortened to 'The Face of the Clock'. Roger snapped his fingers and said, "It's positive... Good name, deep meaning!"

Caroline still looked confused, having been with this group of guys with completely different brain circuits from ordinary people for a long time, always worried about whether they would become bald.

Jumping down the pipe with Alice, it was a hallway, with a closed semicircular iron door behind it and a suspended staircase in front of it.

Climb the stairs and turn left through an iron gate that is also semi-circular, and a wave of heat greets you.

The first thing that catches the eye in the vast smelting room is the golden-red viscous iron slurry, which is more like a bath with endless heat iron slurry, with a steady stream of slurry flowing slowly from several pipes above.

Through the grid-like floor of iron bars nailed together, the iron slurry beneath could be seen tumbling, occasionally bursting a few bubbles and splashing a few drops of hot juice.

The air in the entire room was distorted by the staggering heat, and the dust in the air didn't even fall, but was carried upward by the heat.

Caroline looked at the soles of her feet with a look of despair, which made her more uncomfortable than the temperature in the pipe just now, and the twisted air made her feel as if boiling water was burning her throat with every breath.

The grid-like floor underfoot is more appropriately described as a bridge: a grid rests on several steel frames that extend into the stone platform of the house, which is suspended by a few thick black chains.

The platform only served as a turnaround, and another section of the iron fence bridge was diagonally connected to the wall doorway of another section of the house.

Roger looked into the iron magma below: "Seriously, this magma diffuses the sense of déjà vu...... I always feel like there's going to be a big cousin in there......"

"Big cousin?" Caroline wondered, "Collins is the only one of us." ”

"It's Destruction Wing Nesario......" Roger said waving his hand, "Hmm...... In fact, even if you drill a big screw, you will die......"

"Rest assured, the screw flies will not appear in the smelting house... This temperature will melt their wings. Alice explained.

Roger rolled his eyes, the famous King of the Fire Demon Ragnaros would be afraid of the heat?funny...... Besides, what the hell are you talking about screw flies......

The three of them cautiously stepped on the iron net, but a crisp tapping sound came from above the chain.

Roger looked up and saw as if several spiders were climbing down the chains.

Alice's face changed, and she said solemnly: "It's a combination of flesh and machine, and the wisdom of the V-shaped self-propelled crazy eyeball teapot! We have to rush to the table before they hit the ground, this place is too narrow to avoid their spittle." ”

Caroline scratched her face: "What a bad name is this, motherfucker, who gave it up? Remember, what the hell is spitting!

"Then you can ask her for the abbreviation~" Roger said succinctly.

Alice: "It's called Crazy Eyeballs for short. ”

Roger: "Sure enough, the teapot was omitted..."

As soon as they stepped onto the stone platform, they heard two thuds on the ground, and two huge copper teapots jumped off the chains.

The bases of the two copper kettles have three sharp claws like knives, and the spouts of the pots are smoking one by one, as if to express dissatisfaction with the invaders, and on the side of the potbelly, there are vertical pupils the size of a human head, like snakes, with an evil scarlet.

The eyeball teapot looked at the three of them, then turned around and aimed the spout at them, and the steam emitted by the spout was sucked in, and then a screeching sound of boiling water sounded, and two hot tea balls like cannons were spit out.

"Get out of the way, the teapot is going to spit!" Alice exclaimed, pulling her two friends to the side.

Looking at the spout of the eyeball teapot like an elephant's trunk, Roger smiled and waved the pickaxe in his hand: "Seriously... Say it's saliva, why do I feel it's more appropriate to call it snot?"

"Shut up, I don't want to touch those two disgusting things anymore!" Caroline complained aggressively.