The Thundercaller has hit the streets, will the Stone Golem be far away?

However, although the overall situation has been decided, the difficult stone of the Stone Golem still tosses Bai Huang and Shirley enough, and the stone golem and other structural creations are notoriously rough and thick, although they actually have no skin and no meat, but anyone who has tried it has said that it is good!

Not to mention that the attack of the Storm Raven and Bai Huang was like tickling it, and it took a layer of stone skin to scrape off after exhaustion, and even the big bear, which was the main force, had to desperately gnaw his mouth full of gravel, and asked Shirley to help him clean the stone chips between his teeth with an aggrieved face after the war. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the huge body of the stone golem was mostly destroyed and reached a certain critical point of collapse, it finally rumbled into huge stones all over the ground, and Bai Huang almost had the illusion of tears, eager to squeeze two tears with two tear glands to express his great joy of hard work.

Shirley also cheered and began to concentrate on dealing with those annoying bronze birds, and at the same time as the stone golem disintegrated, the size of the big bear began to slowly shrink, and the fierce battle with the golem brought its huge blessed state to an early end. Still, Bai Huang was more than enough to deal with the remaining rune puppets and steel guards.

Moments later, Shirley stopped Bai Huang's attack to destroy the last of the Steel Guards, only destroying its limbs and stripping it of its mobility.

"If you don't want us to be buried in the belly of the mountain, don't touch it, let this scrap metal continue to carry out the order, although it can't move, but the core is still running. Seven or eight hundred years ago, the magic center was not as shrewd as it was designed now, well, I heard that the Mage Federation is already engaged in something 'intelligent', and I am really worried about the juniors in our industry. ”

After helping the aggrieved-looking bear clean the stone chips between his teeth, Shirley recalled the two summons, and walked to the other side of the hall while casually talking to the gossip that he had heard from nowhere.

The heavy stone gate has a faint fluctuation of magic power, and if it is forcibly destroyed, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not trigger the last "fuse" of the magic center, thus blowing up the entire treasure field into the sky. However, Shirley, as a veteran treasure hunter, naturally took out items that could interfere with the flow of hijacking magic.

I saw her put on a pair of strangely shaped glasses, and detected the nodes of magic flow around the gate through multiple layers of strange lenses stacked together, and then placed several round crystal flakes on the four corners of the gate, and the palm-sized blue crystal flakes were firmly attached to the stone wall, forming a false magic loop.

"That's it!" Shirley snapped her fingers, and the heavy door slowly opened, and the magic center sensed a false circuit formed by a thin crystal shard, as long as the illusion that the door was still closed, it would naturally not trigger the possible warning mechanism.

Bai Huang is a complete layman to these, but she can also see her sophistication and skillfulness from Shirley's familiar performance.

Bai Huang and Shirley walked in the narrow passage again, the more Shirley appeared calm and cautious at the last moment, this is the experience she learned countless times from the edge of life and death, stepping on the ditch and then capsizing the boat, this kind of thing has been countless ancestors with bloody facts to warn future generations, even if you can't listen to the big truth, but Shirley will not forget her own personal experience, several times almost died in the dark treasure land, the kind of fear that almost no one knows about the loneliness and cold death in the darkness She doesn't want to experience again。

However, the Puppet Legion is indeed the final level, and when Shirley arrives at the final storage room, she carefully checks the precious book scrolls and rare items for traps.

Bai Huang stood aside and looked at the neat room, which was more like a study with rows of shelves filled with thick books and a thick mahogany table with books, scrolls, and writing quill pens and inkwells.

A skeleton in an rich robe lay on the table, seemingly holding something in its hand, and a neatly folded letter beside it. Bai Huang stepped forward to open the envelope that was suspected to be a suicide note, glanced at it, and then put it down silently, he couldn't understand the ancient text on it at all.

On the other side of the room, Shirley had already begun to tinker with the old wooden boxes, but Bai Huang's attention was always on the pale bones, perhaps because the eldest family was about the same.

Although Bai Huang was a little curious about why this person died in such a hidden treasure place, he didn't think much about it, he opened the hand bones of the bones, revealing what this person was holding when he was dying, it was a palm-sized black object, which looked like a shield emblem, Bai Huang picked it up and knocked it, but it was difficult to judge what material it was.

He stared at the irregular lines on the black coat of arms, and a strange sense of familiarity flashed in his heart, Bai Huang was sure that he had not seen anything like it, but he inexplicably felt a sense of déjà vu. This strong contrast made his spirit fluctuate, and the empty impression that he had never seen before was squeezed into a rootless sense of familiarity, which made his memory and perception confused.

Bai Huang stared at the shield in his hand like a demon, the irregular lines on it gradually became like flowing water, and began to rotate to form a whirlpool, Bai Huang did not rely on the naked eye to observe things, this illusion should not have appeared, but it still happened.

Shirley, who was not far away, suddenly moved in her heart, her natural keen intuition made her look to the other side of the room, and seeing Bai Huang staring at something in her hand motionless, she jumped over, leaned over to him and asked, "Hey, why are the undead also in a daze?

Shirley's voice shook Bai Huang's spirit suddenly, interrupting a strange and chaotic state, and when he came back to his senses, he wanted to throw away the black shield of this evil gate, but the whirlpool lines on it suddenly regrouped, and instantly reformed into a pattern full of regular stripes like loops, and then an intermittent and indistinct voice sounded in Bai Huang's mind.

"Target...... Experimental Base No. 7 ......"

Shirley didn't even have time to exclaim before Bai Huang disappeared from the mahogany long table in an instant, and the room that had been silent for hundreds of years regained its dead silence again, leaving only the fluctuations of the space being slowly smoothed out.