Mage Joan

The small doubt in his heart prompted Joan to be vigilant.

He stood by the pit, watching the poet walking through the mist quietly, inserting his right hand into the cloak pocket and holding the revolver filled with bullets tightly.

"Brother Joan, are you okay?" Casio fumbled towards this side. "The fog suddenly rose in the hallway just a moment ago. I can't see your figure. I have to look for it in a hurry. I finally found you."

Joan silently stared at the poet's face.

The other party did indeed look like Casio himself, and there was no difference in size and appearance. The only thing that made Joan feel a bit of a violation was that his face was too clean.

Since entering the castle, Joan and his companions have been attacked by stone golems and clay golems one after another. They are exhausted in dealing with various crises, and they have no way to wash their faces.

He has a disgraced face, and Casio's image is not so good. How can his face be clean and reflective?

Unless his memory is wrong, Casio's skin is never so smooth and delicate!

"Who are you?" Joan suddenly asked the person opposite.

"Brother Joan... what's wrong with you?" The poet was surprised, "I'm Casio, you might not even recognize me!"

"You're not." Joan coldly debunked each other's disguise. "Real Casio, no matter where he goes, will always carry his piano with you. You can pretend to be Casio, but you can't change the cold iron casting out of thin air. Luther!"

"Oh? Is that true..."

The "Casio" on the opposite side froze for a moment, then opened his mouth and smiled silently, showing bright fangs, slowly raised his hands, two cold daggers appeared in his palm, and suddenly fell over!

Joan had long seen the counterfeit move clearly, grabbed the revolver before the opponent waved his sword, and aimed at his head to take off the trigger.

boom!

Gunshots sounded, the counterfeit body opposite shook, half of his head was shattered by a large lead bullet, and the melted milky liquid slowly flowed down the broken face, and the air was filled with the smell of burning candles.

Joan frowned, raised his hand again, and shot the strange man's chest through a large hole, and fell to the floor with his face up.

Joan approached the man with a gun and looked down carefully at the gunshot wound on his chest. Sure enough, there was no blood on the wound, only the melted wax pouring out.

"So you are also a golem."

"Don't confuse me with the fools who only follow the fixed program..." The dying "wax golem" uttered an unwilling sob from the depths of his throat, "I'm wise! Damn, I also want to Be a real...live person..."

Joan wanted to make up a shot to kill the "Wax Golem" completely, but after listening to his last words, he couldn't help but tremble with his heart, and had a trace of sympathy for this mean and poor killer.

If it is measured only from the perspective of construction science, it has independent will and rich emotions, and has the special ability to imitate the image and sound of others. It is actually more than the "stone golem" and "clay golem". The higher construct is almost a real living thing.

However, the white wax that constitutes its body is far more fragile than rock and clay, and its combat power is far from being comparable to that of stone golems or clay golems, and it can only be used as an assassin’s companion under the cover of fog.

When he was identified, his head and chest were continuously shot, but he stiffened for a minute, and his voice disappeared.

Joan silently looked at the "wax golem" lying at his feet, wondering if the other party was "killed" or "destroyed", just as he could not judge this "wax demon" with wisdom and emotion Like, can it be considered a living person.

After a short sorrow, Joan recovered and turned to the pit.

The Casio that the "wax golem" turned into is a fake, so the real Casio may be still locked in a pit at this moment.

Joan squatted in front of the trap just found, propped up the flap, and looked down at the bottom of the well. What he saw was still empty, as if nothing unusual.

He didn't give up, and took a metal sleeve from the storage bag.

This is a small tool made by himself. The thick iron tube with a long arm is about two feet long. Inside it is a layer of thinner iron tubes. The cross section looks like a cake called "thousand layer roll", The layers of iron cylinders are nested in each other, and when fully extended, they become a 30-foot iron.

Joan erected this telescopic iron rod, dived into the trap, and rapped around the well wall, wanting to test whether there was an organ hidden inside the well wall. However, to his surprise, the iron rod hit on the rock wall, it was silent, there was no echo!

Joan immediately realized that something was wrong, and there seemed to be some kind of enchantment in the trap to eliminate the sound!

Qiao An tried to identify the distribution of the magic net in the well, and found a spell configuration that was not easily noticeable.

Unfortunately, this is a divine art, and his understanding of divine art is far less profound than that of arcane art, and he cannot make accurate judgments. He can only guess based on the magic energy level that this may be a 2 ring "silence".

Joan stretched the iron to the limit and poked it towards the bottom of the well.

The result surprised him again-the iron rod penetrated the seemingly solid bottom of the well and silently sank deep into the rock.

Joan rubbed his eyes and incredulously picked up an iron rod and poked a few times towards the bottom of the well, penetrating the bottom of the well unimpeded again and again, as if plunging into a void of air.

This strange situation made Joan suddenly realize that his eyes were deceived!

This so-called "bottom hole" is just an illusion created by illusion. In fact, this trap is much deeper than the surface!

Joan stretched the iron rod to the limit, still unable to detect the real bottom of the well, he had to retract the iron rod first, and instead took out a bundle of rope, cast it into an "activated rope", hung down from the wellhead, and silently calculated Length of rope hanging into the wellhead.

According to the measurement data provided by the rope, Joan measured that the forged "well bottom" from the wellhead to the illusion was only 20 feet deep. After that, the rope head continued to extend downward for more than 20 feet through the forged "well bottom", and still no touch Encountered the real bottom.

A bundle of "activated ropes" has been put down for more than half. Just when Joan worried that the ropes were not long enough, the rope head sank suddenly-it seemed that someone was pulling the ropes in the well!

Joan froze for a moment, then overjoyed, struggling to drag the rope upward.

Fortunately, the upgraded "Gorgeous Belt" provided him with an additional 4 strength attributes, not to mention his thinness. In fact, he had a lot of strength, and he soon dragged Casio trapped in the bottom of the well.

"Brother Joan, you saved me again. I really don't know how to thank you."

The poet climbed out of the well and thanked Joan with a grateful face.

Joan shook his head and said no need to be polite, and then asked him: "How did you fall?"

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