Assassin’s Adventure

These full weights of gold, the gold that can bury people, are different from Barbossa's treasure pile, which is mixed with a lot of silverware and works of art, and the ratio of conversion into gold is not high.

Here, Gordon just converted the gold around and on his body, and the number on the system soared to 2,000 gold coins, and his body felt a lot easier.

Don't dare to charge too much, because this place belongs to the enemy's central circle, it is best to keep a low profile if you can keep a low profile.

Gordon, who got up from the ground, simply looked at his condition. There were countless bruises, and a large gap was cut on his leg. The blood had stained his pants and shoes red.

A lot of sand made of gold was embedded in the wound, adding a bit of pain.

The recovery of the wound does not come out of thin air, the substances consumed come from the body itself, and hunger and weakness swept the whole body.

Gordon stumbled all the way, trying to avoid the eyes of the sky, and the wisest choice at this moment was to leave this ghost place quickly.

If possible, he must find Gore, the pig teammate, and punch him hard, no, he must beat him so hard that he can't get up.

As he walked along the ruins, the entire ground was glowing, and there was no shadow at all, but this dim red light didn't seem to allow that eye to spot his whereabouts.

The huge golden eye in the sky is still scanning the entire city, rising higher and higher, looking towards the position of the water pool, guiding the way for all the resurrected legions.

But to be honest, until now, Gordon has not seen clearly what those so-called legions look like. They are silent and only have footsteps in the bleak world.

The entire El Dorado is a huge city. Just now, it took the two of them an hour to walk from the water pool to this place. They crossed countless buildings and came to this central square from the border.

With the help of these rays of light, he was able to see that the patterns on the ground were extremely dense and mysterious, covering all buildings, and the golden light and the red light flickered together, illuminating the dome.

There, a layer of membrane visible to the naked eye wraps the entire city, but above the water, there is a huge hole in the shape of a rupture, which makes Gordon think that diving into a different space does not seem to be the handwriting of a god. It is the original function of the city.

"A city that can enter another dimension? I may be crazy!"

He was amazed by his own imagination, too crazy.

Gordon looked at the buildings in front of him. These technologies did not belong to this era at all. They were god-like means. If there was a possibility, they belonged to the race of Saint Roberts, the creation of those ancient people.

Of course, they are also called the forerunners, the civilizations that first created and ruled human beings. If you guessed correctly, this city should belong to the same era as the observation station, about 80,000 years ago.

80,000 years is a long time. If the Forerunner had such a powerful force before 80,000 years ago, Gordon could not imagine how humans in that era resisted the Forerunner and liberated mankind under the leadership of Adam.

"Is it biting with your teeth?"

This kind of thing can no longer be explained by science, and can only be maliciously spit out.

He crouched down on the ground and looked at it for a long time, before he realized that he was still on the way to escape, and continued to limping out.

The whole city suddenly dimmed a lot. The golden eyes in the sky have stopped rising and expanding, and landed again. Gordon just glanced back and could probably know what happened.

Either Gore has been subdued, or he has escaped and ascended to heaven.

Well, although Gore pitted him more than once, it is also not allowed by Gordon to die here like this. You must know that Gore has the key in his hand and the key to their next entry. If Gore After being captured, they would never think about the idea of ​​El Dorado again.

At this moment, Gordon could only hide behind the ruins silently, wanting to see what those legions, or soldiers, looked like, which made him very curious.

The golden eyes and the narrowed pupils are the most impressive, but after those eyes, what they see are empty **.

These soldiers turned out to be human beings, or they used to be.

Their movements were numb, without any expressions, their limbs seemed to be relatively stiff, and they were not wearing clothes, but a layer of golden scales that grew on the flesh like fish scales.

The hands had completely disappeared, and what remained were sharp blades. Really, if it weren't for those faces that belonged to humans, those heads that were being eroded by gold, no one would be able to tell that they were humans.

This completely makes Gordon's scalp tingle. These people are likely to be adventurers who have entered here for thousands of years. They have been corroded and assimilated into this shape. In fact, the most frightening thing is that he has no idea about this. The mechanism of assimilation, maybe it starts here?

He quickly looked at his arm and touched his face. Fortunately, there was no such hard lump, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was still lying in the ruins, waiting for these monsters to pass by. He didn't see Gore being caught, nor the color of blood. This was probably the best news so far.

But at this time, an obvious footstep approached, and Gordon's hair stood up in the sound of metal collision. From the rough calculation at the beginning, there were about 400 troops in this army. Of course, this is only It can be seen, I don't know if there are more hidden somewhere~www.readwn.com~ He didn't want to be hunted down in such a situation, and then he touched the gold in front of him: "Conversion, conversion! "

The footsteps got closer, passing over Gordon's head, because he had dug through a hole, and then hid himself in it, staring at the entrance of the hole for fear of being discovered by the enemy.

The shadow is the best place to hide. In the dark cave, a golden soldier walked by. The residual consciousness made him feel the unusualness of this cave. It was too regular. He leaned down. He got up and looked inside the cave, but the darkness blocked everything, he found nothing, and went away.

Gordon hugged his legs and squatted inside, ready to climb out after all the footsteps had passed.

Seeing that the light outside was getting dimmer and the sound of footsteps was gone, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, that's it, fall asleep again..."

He crawled out of the cave in horror, looking at the huge eyes that were about to disappear in the distance, and showed a relieved smile.