Just as the two of them were starting to struggle with food, outside the secret of the labyrinth, the modern-day Count of Petrozavodsk, Ivan Sergei Mikhaivich, was jumping to his feet. The bald man was now gesturing with his three-headed flail, and his mouth was growling: "What should I do now! What should I say to old Bydrovic!" and the guards around him pulled this guy to the death, lest this guy rush headlong into this secret realm.

The reason why the Earl, who is in the middle of silver, is so nervous is because the daughter of his old friend, the most favored one, is now unknown in the secret realm. Viscount Byderovich Popov is one of the oldest aristocratic families in Karelia, and is quite popular in the local area, and more importantly, their family has been friendly with the local county governor Count Petrozavodsk for generations, and is a very important supporter of the count's family. The old viscount of this generation first had a close friendship with the count's father, and then Lord Bytrovich, who was the next generation of the viscount's family, grew up with Ivan Sergei Mikhaivich and was a very good friend. And now his most favored eldest daughter, who was lost by an accident because she wanted to go to the secret realm and took risks, how could she not make the count very nervous - after all, Bytrovic was a good friend of his eldest brother who was more than ten years older than him, and this "girl" was watched by the earl, who was a teenager at the time

One of the guards who ran out had been stoned to death by the enraged Count, and the other one who had escaped had been protected by the magician Makarov who had been following the Count - the Count couldn't kill all the living mouths that could tell what was going on inside, at least not until the bastard knew what was going on inside. Then in the mouth of the fellow, who had already lost half his life, he heard a message that sent chills down the shoulders of all the people assembled outside the secret territory: "What? There are at least two giants, and there is also a minotaur? really? How many years has Karelian not seen a giant or a minotaur?Or - how many years has the entire kingdom of Southern Yuktopania not seen a giant or a minotaur!" the strong man Sergei Mikhaivich asked the magician who had just asked the damn guard, frowning. The most important think tank under his command. "Makarov! Is this damn bastard lying to pass the buck?"

"I don't think so. Ivan. Makarov turned his head to look at the slumped guard, "I used a spell, Ivan. The spell sues us that this waste is not lying. Of course, it is possible that he may have misread or misremembered some numbers, but there is no doubt that there are giants and minotaurs appearing-you must know that someone has just asked other adventurers who were lucky enough to escape from it" Speaking of this, the silver-level magician Makarov subconsciously played with the amulet hanging from his chest, and then spoke again: "Although the giants and minotaurs have been mentally prepared for a long time, the speed of this appearance is indeed beyond our original expectations. After all, the tide of magic has just begun, has it?"

Hearing the confirmation of his own brain, the violent strong man Count Petrozavodsk suddenly became happy, "Are there really silver-level giants and minotaurs! Great! Great! I'm going to smash them!" The guy smiled murderously, and then regardless of what the others thought, he directly began to wave his hand high, "Come! Come quickly! Come with me!" Then the personal guards directly belonging to the count gathered, and the magician Makarov also shook his head and sighed, and stood behind the count wordlessly—the number of people gathered by the count was also small, that is, only nine people, but all nine of them were powerful warriors of the silver rank without exception. They divided their weights a little, and then the Count grabbed one of the girls beside him hard, and after a good addiction to obscenity, they stepped into the labyrinth city with the Count's wild laughter.

Pavlov, the head of the local mercenary union, who was also a silver-level warrior, shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Mendeleev, the magician of the gray spire stationed in Petrozavodsk City, standing on the other side, and the two silver professionals who were stronger than the count looked at each other, and then each began to beckon people to prepare to enter this labyrinth city - after all, there were silver-level monsters, if they broke through the rules and left the secret realm, then this place would be in big trouble. According to records, as time passes, sooner or later, the monsters in the secret realm will begin to gradually break away from the original range of the lair and begin to spread to various places. "Silver level, that also means that the level of this secret realm can be adjusted to the gold level, doesn't it? By the way, Archmage Mendeleev, do you think there will be gold-level monsters in here, or do you estimate how many silver-level monsters will be formed in this?" Paplov, who was not tall, but was very imposing, politely asked Mendeleev, the magician who came over. Mendeleev, who had a long gray beard, pondered for a moment, then raised his head and calculated for a moment, and then answered Paplov's question in a very soft voice: "I don't think there should be any gold-level monsters, neither the concentration of magic nor the time of gathering support this qiē." But the silver-level monster has at least two giants and two minotaurs according to the information we have gathered earlier, and if you calculate according to this qiē - the most optimistic result is that there will be four minotaurs and four giants inside, and the worst result is six minotaurs and five giants - but there will be a silver minotaur king among them!"

The next thing is that the magician Mendeleev began to negotiate with Paplov about the high-ranking mercenaries in the mercenary union, and finally came to the conclusion that the two sides went in together, and then the magic raw materials or scrolls, spell books and other loot belonged to the mages, and the rest belonged to the mercenaries, and depending on how to compensate each other for the final harvest - in fact, this kind of thing has been cooperated by both sides several times, and the basic rules are already in place.

And the Labyrinth City is indeed the worst result that Mendeleev estimated—the center of the Labyrinth City's secret realm, that is, the gathering point of the silver-level monster's lair, is a square. The square is a circular labyrinth of large white boulders, with walls more than ten meters high and no ceilings, allowing you to see the beautiful and clear sky - in stark contrast to the bones of various goblins discarded on the road in the labyrinth. In the center of the labyrinth, in a small square, there is a platform with a large stone carving, a seat carved by a variety of patterns and ox heads, which can sit peacefully for a giant more than six meters tall.

But now the master of the throne—a minotaur far taller and more powerful than the average minotaur, clad in golden armor and holding a great axe-like scepter, a minotaur with great horns adorned with gold and precious stones, now fell in front of the throne, gurgling in his throat—his trachea had been ripped out, and blood gushed from the wounds in his throat and chest, and a small pond had been irrigated from under its body on the ground. A huge wound across the strong chest, in which broken tooth-yellow bones could be seen, the ribs had been broken, and the flesh was a blur of flesh inside, and the organ that should have been there, the heart, was now gone, and it was only thanks to the terrifying life force of the monster that the king of the minotaurs had survived until now.

Its gaze looked at the Cun Zài who had taken its life with boundless anger and fear—the heart, which was larger than the head of an ordinary beef cow, was held up on the palm of the Cun Zài, which was no different from an ordinary person, and even beating, but each beat was only a strong re-pumping of the few blood that had been stored in the heart. "It's weaker than I thought, is this heart really okay?" said the cunzii—a comical humanoid, a fat clown, with a big round red nose, a snow-white face with exaggerated red lips and black eye sockets, and a pointed hat on top of his green fluffy hair, and a round neckline like a blind, a one-piece suit underneath, and pointed-toe leather boots on his feet. The colorful striped clothes looked like they made the guy even more fat and funny - but the things in his hand weren't funny at all, and the always smiling clown showed his sharp teeth - if Zhou Zhongmou saw it, he would recognize it as a clown, but the rest of the world didn't know what it was

The subject of the clown's interrogation stood on the back of the throne, his tall, thin body standing on top of the narrow back as if it were weightless. The pointed and slender crooked hooked nose resembles a bird's beak, and the chin is equally prominent and elongated, and under the goatee is an exaggerated smile, which is also a white and red clown makeup, but on the head is a large round-brimmed pointed hat, just like the archmage in the comics, and the clothes on his body are also clowns, except that there is a suit with a collar on the outside, and the slender hands and feet are not human at all. The creepy twisted smile oozed a word, "It should work, Babu." Don't forget to take the heart of that nest, oh move fast!" One moment it was still a slick and funny tone, and the next second it turned into an evil brutal and dangerous tone. Its obese companion was familiar with the creature's tone, and replied in a slow tone, "Oh, oh, nothing." Jacobs, haven't we expelled the waste from here?"

At this time, Zhou Zhongmou watched Misha's little "girl" take out a water bag, and then motioned for him to bring a cup. Zhou Zhongmou looked at the small water bag, then put his eyes on Misha's red lips again, and finally let out a meaningful sigh. Misha's face was red, but Zhou Zhongmou didn't joke anymore, he lowered his head and looked everywhere for something that could hold water. "Hell, there's not even a cup here. I had no choice but to use those armor helmets - hopefully there wouldn't be too many germs in them."