The Wizard World: 300 Exploration and reflection 1

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A circle of transparent ripples slowly reappears on the bed.

As the ripples spread, a figure sitting cross-legged slowly emerged from the bed.

Angel slowly opened his eyes and shook his dull head.

In the bedroom in front of me, there is a faint red mist floating in the air.

There is a quiet surrounding, and no more rumbling flame magma sounds in the corridors outside.

Angele frowned, turning over from the bed.

His ......

He slowly pulls out the evil machete, and the slight green gas slowly pierces into his wrist.

"Every time I enter the nightmare world, there will be a faint sense of tension ..." Angele narrowed his eyes, this irritated the danger and shudder in the bones, making him faintly expect.

Whenever this is the case, he always feels his real existence.

The bedroom is quiet, only the slightest red mist is drifting slowly.

Angele walked gently to the exit and reached for the tab of the lid.

The cold, hard touch suddenly came out of the copper pull ring.

Slap!

After a light beep, the black lid was slowly pulled up. Expose the red channel below.

Angele squatted beside the lid, instead of going out immediately, she waited for a while.

There is no movement outside, just a quiet piece.

He patted him gently on the waist, the forehead was in the middle, and a black scorpion figure suddenly appeared. Then he took out the prepared Thorns of Light magic weapon from his sleeve and held it in his left hand.

After doing this. He just jumped lightly.

Slap!

Stand firmly in the corridor.

Looking around quickly, there is no movement on either side, but the hazy red mist slowly lingers in the air.

Angele took a deep breath, and there was no trace of sulfur in the air.

Clang!

Suddenly, the sound of a metal hammer came out.

"It's a bell ..." Anglitte was shocked, his body's surface faintly silver-white.

Clang!

It's another bell, with a slight echo.

"Voice is close." Angele walked slowly in the direction of the bell.

It was originally the direction of the corridor leaving the accommodation area. At this point, it turned into a red misty area.

Angele didn't dare go fast, he walked forward cautiously. Turned around a corner. Enter another corridor.

Suddenly, he saw the source of the bell.

A huge mahogany clock inlaid on the wall on the left side of the corridor. How tall a person is. The dark red wooden surface and the white clock dial create a sharp color difference.

In the cavity of the wood under the clock.

The black sledgehammer hits a red metal piece at once, making a sound of a clock chime.

Angle stopped before the clock and reached out and touched the surface of the clock, with a smooth texture.

He frowned.

Walking along the corridor, he faintly felt that the mysterious coordinates left in his mind faintly sent a hint of information indicating the direction.

Continue to walk a few corridors forward, the bell still keeps coming from behind, it is very rhythmic.

Clang! clang! clang! clang!

Suddenly, the bell suddenly became extremely rapid.

Dang Dang Dang Dang! !! clang! clang! Dangdang! !! Dangdang Dangdang!

It's as if someone is constantly pounding impatiently. There was a rushing bang. Someone seems to be venting anxiety and anger. Grabbing the bell and knocking **** the metal plate.

Angele held the scimitar with his backhand, and turned to run back quickly.

Papapapap! !!

Footsteps echoed in the corridor. The bells became more and more hurried. It seemed that the person who was hitting the bell was getting impatient.

Angel arched her body, holding the evil machete in her hand, her eyes faintly blue.

The corners of the corridor in front are getting closer and closer. Footsteps were getting quieter. Getting lighter.

Oh!

He turned sharply and rushed to the corridor in front of the dormitory just now. Slowly tip out and look inside.

At this instant, the sound of the wall clock crashing stopped.

The hallway is quiet, there is nothing, it is empty, and there are no clock traces on the wall.

Angele watched vigilantly. Place of the previous wall clock. It's just a bare wall.

His ... hmm ...

Suddenly, a snoring sound like a radio kept coming from all around.

"Here is Gelman. Gelman's hallucinogen will be a record of what happened to Gelman's life. Father said, I will become a legend, and I think so too ..."

Angel's face changed slightly, and he immediately stepped back and left this corridor.

In the air, a little boy's voice clearly heard from that corridor.

"German likes chestnuts, drinks Bin Lishui, and likes to lie on his mother's stomach in the morning and sleep on the bed ..."

The voice is innocent and lively.

Angel's face became more and more ugly. He ran quickly in the corridor, and the voice kept digging into his mind, like a drill, which made his ears tingle.

"Ah ... I accidentally killed my father. He bleeds a lot of blood. Will he die? It doesn't matter, I can give him a different body so I don't have to worry about his father dying."

"Why are they afraid of me? Obviously I am so cute. I hate them! I hate adults!"

The little boy's voice finally became weaker and weaker, and finally he could not hear.

Angele then stopped slowly. At this point his face was sweating.

The corridor in front is dark and you can't see anything, and the darkness behind you is also unclear.

Angle didn't know how long he had run. The little boy's voice gave him a headache and could not condense any thoughts. The shaman's inability to unite his spirit means that he has no resistance. That's why he left quickly.

"Chip, bring up my movement route."

‘Recalling data image ..... Warning ..... Warning ..... Unexpected shift in movement route ...’

Angele's left eye. A clear map slowly emerged, and under the light blue line graphics, it read: ‘Original Ruins Map’

The other red line slowly appeared in his right eye. It was a completely strange map.

The ruins come out of the dormitory area, and one of the routes he runs is clearly visible. The others are foggy, obviously there is no record of exploration.

And his running path is a straight straight line. Extend a long distance.

Compare the original map. There is no such corridor at all.

Angele suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and watched vigilantly to prevent accidents.

Tightened the scimitar tightly. He slowly moved on.

Soon, an oil painting appears on the right wall. Pale gold border, colored picture. It looks exquisite.

Angle stopped slowly and glanced at the oil painting.

The picture above is an empty city. In the middle of the city, there are two small human figures. The body is randomly drawn with black lines. The head is just a simple circle.

On the delicate oil painting, it seems very uncoordinated, just like a child scribbles in a good work at random.

Suddenly, the two figures moved in front of Angele.

In the city on the plane oil painting, two human figures are running forward hand in hand. Active.

"La la la la ... oh my man, where do you want to run, come back ... come back ... come back to me ..."

A gentle woman's singing suddenly came from all directions around Angele. It's like murmur, it's like singing.

Angel looked left and right, the corridor was empty. You can only see the darkness before and after.

He had a creepy feeling.

Holding a machete, he continued to move forward quickly. The woman's singing voice gradually diminished and disappeared.

At the end of the front of the corridor, a pale red copper gate soon appeared, with the lintel half open, exposing the bright white light inside.

Walk quietly to the edge of the door. He looked down.

On the left side of the room, two white cats are squatting together to play chess. Their right hands are all human arms. They are strong and strong, with pale yellow skin, exactly like the hands of an adult man.

Every time they take a piece, they use this stout manpower.

The two white cats are playing chess with full concentration, without notice any other movement outside.

Angele converged, slowly walked into the room, and walked quietly from the other side of the room.

He doesn't intend to alarm the two white cats. When entering the world of nightmares, their own lakeside villas faced the danger, not to mention the ruins under this crater, which are ancient ruins. The nightmare world here will never be comparable to the original lakeside field.

Even if Angele has been promoted now, he doesn't want to rush into the power of these weird creatures in the nightmare world. Last time the old turtle almost let him be petrified directly.

The two white cats simply didn't notice Angele, they played the chess with all their attention, ignoring any outside movement.

Through the room safely, Angele walked into the corridor with the door opposite the room.

The corridor in front is a magic experiment area for the ruins. In the gloom, the red mist was looming and a bit hazy.

Angel looked to the left. In a room with an open door, a wall full of black green vines was clearly visible. In the middle of the wall, a woman's face came out slowly.

That's the sculptural sign of this wall. He often comes here recently to practice spells and is very familiar with it.

Angel squinted and found that the sculpture's woman's face faintly seemed a bit wrong.

Suddenly, the black eyes twisted suddenly on that face and glanced at him.

Angle suddenly felt a cool air rising from the soles of his feet.

"Welcome, guests from other worlds." The woman's face actually opened her mouth and spoke in the standard ancient Byron language. A husky voice with a hint of magnetism.

"Come in, don't be afraid, I'm not malicious."

Angele licked her chapped lips, opened the door, and walked in with a machete.

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