The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Compared to the three caves previously explored, the fourth cave looks more dead.

It is precisely because of the dead silence, whether it is the wind blowing in, the blowing grass blades, or even the dripping water droplets from the damp stalagmites, they seem to be magnified countless times, which is terrifying to hear.

The demonized bats hiding in it seem to be less alive than those in other caves. Although I don’t know where they are in ambush, I can clearly feel the faint uneasiness in my heart—that’s a long time. The instinct honed by being alone.

Adjust the breathing, adjust the gasping sound and breathing speed to the weakest and best state. Only in this case, any disturbance can be known in the first time, and only in this way, will the damage be reduced. Small to the lowest.

Moving lightly, the cushion of the cowhide shoes stepped on the gravel and fine sand, making a creaking sound.

Anxiety surrounds me all the time, hovering above my head like a thick cloud, and the wind does not go away.

Here. . It's too quiet.

I proceeded cautiously, squinting his eyes slightly, carefully exploring every minute of the ground, and his eyes were clear.

Just about two meters ahead, a small piece of soil slopes slightly uplifted. Although it seems to be well buried, the color of the broken sand on the soil **** is lighter, and it is obvious that someone has touched hands and feet.

Frowning, I reached out and stabbed the Matthew Sword twice, and then stabbed twice in other places. I immediately understood the mystery.

If I’m not mistaken, this should be a trap made up of weeds and broken soil. Look at the sand on the surface. Because there is no moisture coverage, the surface has become dry, so the color will become much lighter. This trap has been created for more than a day.

Moreover, when pierced with the tip of the Matthew knife, the soil layer was easily penetrated, which undoubtedly proved that the following was a trap where the soil was dug out.

Say it. . This shouldn't be something made by the God of Creation. The old people who can create such a magical dungeon project shouldn't be boring to make such crude traps that can be clearly seen with a little attention.

What will be under the trap?

I retracted the bigger and bigger brain hole, and kept my eyes on the trap.

Will it be a dark arrow needle? Or is it just a corpse that has long lost its life?

Lie on the edge of the trap and sniffed a few times, without any odor.

After clapping my hands, I decided to remove the camouflage above the trap with a sword to see what the mystery was.

The tip of the knife was slowly inserted, and it didn't touch anything. It seemed that the position it was touching was empty. When I turned my wrist, I pushed it up slightly, and a sense of weight instantly spread into my arm.

I did not relax, I continued to exert my strength, picking up the thing on the tip of the knife and slowly moving it, and then adjusted the position of my body, avoiding the place where I moved out of the gap, so as to avoid sudden danger.

In this way, the position of the cover was moved bit by bit, and it took about ten minutes to completely remove the heavy cover and throw it on the ground. I quietly moved forward and took a look. . It was pitch black inside.

So dark. Can see a fart!

I couldn’t help screaming and complaining. Suddenly, I remembered that there was a torch extinguished by the enchanted bat in my backpack. Not only that, but the fire-making tools were also placed in the backpack. I wanted to make this black hole trap light up. simple!

I lighted the torch and plunged into the trap lightly. At first glance, my scalp was numb: under the trap, although there were no dead bodies of poison arrows, there were densely sharpened bamboo poles.

Once a creature falls here, unless a very high-level orc warrior can resist the existence of being impaled with flesh and blood!

What a vicious trap!

I thought that if I didn't pay attention just now and stepped on it accidentally, even if I didn't die, it would definitely be seriously injured.

The chill instantly soaked his back, and the whole person shuddered, and an inexplicable anger rose.

Standing in place, taking a few deep breaths, the hand holding the torch and Tachi no longer trembles.

Put out the flame on the torch, pin the torch to your side waist, suppress the fire, and move on. I want to see how many traps are waiting for me to step on.

This time, not only the ground, but also the rock wall, I will carefully observe it again, for fear of being conspired because of missing some organs.

After walking about 30 meters, in another location, I found a similar deep pit trap.

At the same time I broke the trap, the enchanted bat hiding in the corner finally couldn't bear the loneliness, and flew straight to me.

Although it is inconvenient for me to move, it does not mean that it can hurt me. Fighting speed, my knife speed is several times faster than its flying speed.

If it weren't for its inexplicable anticipation ability and the unique attributes of being able to adjust its posture in mid-air, I wouldn't mind challenging the crowds of enchanted bats.

In such a small space, it is also a kind of restriction on the demonized bat. Before it spreads its wings and flies away, it has been cut off by me.

Sadly, it fell into the trap unbiasedly, just on top of a sharpened bamboo pole, and the sharp bamboo pole relentlessly pierced a large hole in its body.

Although it didn't die for a while and could still struggle desperately, it was only a grasshopper after autumn-it won't last long.

Having done this demonized bat, I continued to move deeper.

Two more pit traps were destroyed one after another, and I finally reached the end.

This end is completely different from the previous ones. It is not a portal to the fourteenth floor, but a small cave with a small capacity. On the rock wall of the cave, some thick lines are vaguely drawn.

I lit the torch, and the whole cave lit up instantly, and then the light source, I leaned close to the fuzzy calligraphy and painting on the rock wall and looked at it: a group of little people, crawling on the ground, crawling in the direction of a person sitting on a stone chair, The person's appearance was not clearly drawn, only that he was holding his arm up, holding a wand-like object in his hand, head facing forward, and shining light.

Although the staff painted on the screen is as same as a matchstick, I understand that it should be a symbolic object that only the highest ruler can have, and its effect should be as good as the beggar’s gang.

But what exactly does this magnificent stickman masterpiece want to express?

With this question in mind, I continued to look at several other pictures.

The picture quality of the next mural was simple and rough, and even some parts were vague. I couldn't tell whether it was a person or something.

But when I saw the third painting, I instantly understood the meaning of the second mural.

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