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When his spirit drifted around, he found himself lying on the strange pumice stone path, and the person standing in front of him was still Kareda with a frown. It's just that a chill hit my body, and I realized that I was already sweating profusely and my clothes were soaked.

Kareda exhaled with difficulty, and said in a very soft voice, "You'd better be careful! This is not an ordinary secret passage, it can be said that the bottom can be said to lead to the abyss of hell, and it is not a fun thing to lose a small life. This path to the underground is a desperate path left by an evil witch a long time ago, and it is said that it was paved with a large number of resentful spirit stones, but anyone who has distracting thoughts falls into it, and most of them will kill themselves. ”

Sometimes, the world is so weird.

Although the witch drama that has not changed for more than ten years has always been repeated repeatedly, it is really not casual to change this kind of thing, because the power of witches is too beyond imagination, in addition to the deep-rooted traditional concepts in people's hearts, sometimes, the church that believes in God also plays a role in external forces. There are even some nobles who are quite wary of witches who behave strangely, and easily oppress them in a way that is called evil.

Just kidding! This is the first time Changtian has felt that it is an extremely ridiculous idea. He stood up without saying a word, slowed down his chaotic thinking, and his mind quickly flashed through the memories related to his grandfather, his tired face darkened, and said lightly, Let's go!

The narrow and strange road of desperation, the cursing of broken thoughts from time to time, the walls on both sides of the uncertain reality are like the squirming esophagus of some kind of animal, and the clearly visible blood vessels beat so strongly that it always gives people the illusion of being swallowed.

After a long silence that could be heard clearly when the needle fell on the ground, the white light in front of me ended this boring journey.

The step he took out of the desperate road, the soles of his feet were like stepping on glass, and he stared at himself as he stepped in mid-air, and at first glance the empty underground world like a square was full of winding and intersecting railroad tracks, which extended from the holes all over the hanging walls, until they converged on the cliffs shaped like waterfalls in the distance, and disappeared around the corners.

"Where is this?"

"Underground Factory, Weapons Factory!" Kareda flicked his sleeves, and one of the railroad tracks twisted like a snake, and at the end of the tracks slowly galloped over an underground vehicle that looked like a horse-drawn carriage but looked like a trailer, and like a miniature light rail car, there were ten luxurious seats with backs neatly arranged in five rows.

"Then why did you bring me here, if my estimate is correct, this should be under the magnet rock in the western part of Mertras Forest!" he sat with Kareda on the underground railcar that relied on magic as an energy source.

"Anyone who has lived in the hazelnut forest for a while knows even the little-known magnet rocks. "When the underground rail car made a sharp turn, Kareda adjusted the speed and balance angle of the car to avoid derailment due to inertia due to excessive speed.

The Magnetite Rock Field, a geologically subsident basin located in the Swabola Hills near the edge of the island of Phami, where vegetation is devoid and the year-round magnetic storms are like beasts of iron striking the ground. It's just that the gravitational field there is very strong, not to mention whether birds can spread their wings and fly high, even people are difficult to take a step.

To the south-west of the Swabola Hills, the scenic Chambella Plain is home to a variety of nut forests and a paradise for squirrels and other mammals. Here, when Changtian wiped out the Necromantic Legion and stepped into the Mozazhen District, he returned to the hazelnut forest where the original dilapidated wooden house was located.

The smoky walls of the cave are pitted, seemingly unsightly but full of light, and the crystal-like substance exposed by these potholes releases a light that is not inferior to the brightness of the bulb, most of which are green and pink, and there are also yellow and white minerals that are glowing, but the light is too weak. Since these minerals are not Philosopher's Stones, the entire underground cavern has changed from its previous black rumbling color, and it is still a quiet and peaceful world.

"These aren't philosopher's stones, are they?" Changtian was very concerned about the minerals that exuded a strange aroma.

"It's a special mineral, and I don't know what it is. Kareda deliberately avoided the question, pointing to the colorful deep hole in front of him, indicating that the underground rail car was about to rush down, and grabbed the chair handle.

With a whistling, the eardrums were about to burst by the rollercoaster-like stimulant air pressure.

Fortunately, the process did not take long, and the underground rail car soon became smoother, wading through the railroad tracks littered with glowing debris, and a black earth clearing appeared in front of it, which was wider and taller than the above. In the distance, in the shadow of a mountain range, there is a domineering castle embedded in it, and two roads with cyan statues of the Beamon beast are shaped like lemons, and the end of one end reaches the closed gate, and the eerie green dots are the only sight here.

If nothing else, this layer should be more than 100 meters deep underground. It is rare to see this place in the long sky, and many dwarves are entering and exiting through the special small gates of the castle, carrying poles or dragging unicycles to transport discarded stones. They have no expression on their faces, they are mechanically hardworking, and they don't communicate.

Slaves? Are they all slaves? Changtian always felt that he was getting more and more uneasy.

With a squeak, the ten-meter-thick gate with a thigh-thick thigh retreated to both sides with a very slow movement, and the seven-meter-high stone statues of soldiers on both sides actually came to life, half-squatting on their knees and bowing their heads slightly to greet them, which was particularly terrifying!

Looking up, the huge space with white light leaking out of the roof is densely packed with layers of space built of iron frames, and there are a large number of dwarven slaves in each layer of space who are boiling pots and refining metal, and those who don't know think that they have come to the boiled hell, and the incessant screams are soldiers wrapped in iron man armor whipping the dwarves who have slowed down, accompanied by the sound of squeaky wheel teeth turning, like a hell on earth.

"Who are you?" Chang Tian gritted his teeth in disgust with such a brutal scene, "If you asked me to come here to watch this heinous scene, then there is no need. ”

"Don't be impatient, Sixth Prince, your performance at the Trial Festival is quite good!"

In the arched passage on the left-hand side, a middle-aged gentleman with a fat face and a round body walked out, followed by four soldiers wrapped in steel armor. The person who spoke was none other than this middle-aged gentleman. I saw that Kareda was very respectful and saluted him.

"Viscount Bada Khan, is Duke Lichuan here?"

"What's the hurry, I want to see what the sixth prince is capable of so much praise as the duke!"

Viscount Bada Khan waved his hand, and the four fierce steel soldiers behind him quickly surrounded Changtian, who did not know the truth, and his eyes were like wolves.

This is obviously bullying people! Kareda didn't dare to stop it, how could she not know what Viscount Bada Khan wanted to do, he clearly wanted to use the soldiers covered in hard metal armor to deal with Changtian with his bare hands, and suppress him at a glance. This is not a good way to say that a gang of bandits with knives are robbing an unsuspecting poor man.

However, to Kareda's surprise, even the extremely oppressive steel soldiers in this underground failed to pose a threat to Changtian. He was particularly agile, especially in front of the stiff steel soldiers, as fast as lightning, but in the blink of an eye, he broke out of their encirclement, aiming at the arrogant fat man who was giggling at the moment.

"You~ How dare you do it to me!?" Viscount Bada Khan was clasped by Changtian's round neck and confined to the wall.

"It's easy to say, you did it first, I don't mind punching your fat and big-eared head first!" Chang Tian's eyebrows and eyes were crossed, and he glared at the viscount of his fearless wandering soul with murderous anger, without the slightest hesitation, and his angry fist smashed into his sweaty head at a very fast speed.

There was a loud bang, the echo of the cracking of the rocks that resounded underground, and in the rhythm of the falling rocks, it was like the sound of a rhinoceros horn that resounded in the sky in the battlefield where the noise of fighting was everywhere.

"Young man, don't be so angry!"