Chapter 221: Do you think this is a second generation? Then you are wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, looking for your sister, wrong, wrong

I have to thank our specialized skills in the field exploration, otherwise it would be difficult to find this monastery hidden deep in this vast land.

When the Draenei built it, the terrain nearby was far less harsh than it is now. Now the monastery is surrounded by a swamp that is less than a hundred miles away, and outsiders cannot find a location here at all.

Including the generations of natives in Zanga Swamp and the villagers of Spore Village, if they do not have a map passed down by their ancestors, they will also be lost.

The only exception is probably the fishman clan. These stupid things are useless, but they have a lot of skills in finding ways. Then, it is very easy to solve the problem.

Leaving the spirit-breaking fishman in his hand, I think forced hypnosis is indeed not mature enough. A little mistake will lead to confusion. Zhang Yang is really a peerless genius who will never be seen in a thousand years. Only then can he cooperate with us in such a tacit understanding~

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, the Zanga swamp has never been short of fishmen, just like the roads in the city of Inzhu, I caught more than 200 fishmen along the way and directly squeezed out information with my spiritual bombardment. Although the language was not clear, I could still get useful information occasionally. So we stepped on the bodies of these fishmen and successfully came to the gate of the monastery.

When he threw down the last fishman, Feng Yin sighed: "You said, will anyone say we are too inhuman?"

Of course, there is one. I remember that the slave merchants of Shatas once caught five hundred fishmen on the edge of the swamp, put them in cages and used large Kodo beasts to return to the city to sell...

Alas, it is said that at that time, the businessman took his wife out of the swamp, ate hot pot and sang songs, and was suddenly robbed by a robber.

The gang of robbers said that the fishman is a friend of human beings and a living life that requires our care and love, and asks the merchant to release the fishman.

Feng Yin listened to the story with interest, and ignored the monastery that was close to him and asked, "What? Did the merchant let him go?"

Your problem is so idiotic. How could it be like a slave merchant? Naturally, he asked the guard to beat the robbers to the point of being pissed, and put them in a cage and pulled them back to the city to sell.

"...Are you a joke?"

No, it's black humor.

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After relaxing, the two looked at the blue-gray monastery again. The ancient building, which is known as a thousand years old, has been covered with blue-green coats by dense rattans. The years of corrosion have polished the edges and corners of the bricks and stones outside the building to a round and clear edges, but the main body of the building is as stable as before, standing there like an ever-waving rock, which makes Feng Yin sigh that the Draenei's architectural craftsmanship is truly.

I said that this has nothing to do with the construction craftsmanship. Any place with gods will not collapse due to age. Feng Yin immediately asked: "So, is there really gods in the monastery?"

The evil god's divine favor is also considered a divine favor. Of course, on Shatas' side, this is called an eternal curse. Why, worry?

"Tsk, I'm worried about Mao, the Dark Temple is stronger than here, right? It's better to step on it."

After a lot of bold words, Feng Yin summoned the Essinos Blade and overlapped it in front of his chest. However, the moment he appeared, the fire on the blade burned violently, and the fire was attracted by invisible force and drifted towards the monastery, which made him stunned.

...Tsk, the inspirational film has become a supernatural film. It seems that this monastery really has something to do with the Dark Temple, otherwise there would be no need for the Battle Blade to throw himself into his arms like a mistress. The famous Dark Temple in the New Territories forced people to be cautious, and the steps of the two entering the monastery became a little heavier.

In the monastery, the perception domain was used to scan it. The breath of life was very sparse. Several scattered fishmen were wandering in the outer corridor. These fishmen were withered and thin, and were not covered in their bodies. They looked like pigs that were freed from farming. Feng Yin and I broke in, and were like bamboo shoots and chopped into the lobby. Just by the wind pressure during quick steps, the fishmen were blown away to the separation of their wives and children.

Later, a sword light flashed by Feng Yin, and the red statue of the evil god worshipped in the lobby was divided into two pieces, but a small amount of energy like an unjust soul escaped from it, dropping the cold lobby a few degrees, and a layer of frost was covered with the shrine.

Apart from that, there was no other reaction.

Feng Yin put away the battle blade and asked me: "What's the next plot? Cut off all the fishmen and wait for the secret door somewhere to open?"

Tsk, let me look at Xuan, you first click the flame on the battle blade, and I will observe the location.

The magic power on the Essinos Blade was obviously attracted by something in the monastery. At that time, I felt that the general direction was inside the monastery. However, when Feng Yin summoned the Blade again, he found that the flame was clearly guiding downward.

Underground? That's simple, what secret door to look for...

The two of them exerted their strength at the same time, and the shock waves shattered the heavy floor. The earth was shaking the mountains. The monastery that had been standing for thousands of years began to moan violently, and dust fell. At the same time, along the hollows below my feet, Feng Yin and I went deep into the ground and began a wonderful journey to the dungeon.

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Shaking off the dust on my head, I let Feng Yin ignite the light on the battle blade. With the glimmer of light, we can see that this is an extremely vast dungeon. The walls made of thick bricks and stones isolate the vast space into extremely complexity. Feng Yin said: "Put on your eye mask and use the perception domain to explore the way. I always feel a little worried."

However, as soon as the eye mask was summoned from the body, a blazing touch ignited from the palm of the palm, and the eye mask couldn't help but shrink back.

Tsk, what's going on?

Feng Yin's face was a little serious and recalled: "When I was fighting with the demon hunters in Shadow Moon Valley...their standard equipment had an eye mask."

...So, we both have an indissoluble bond with this dark temple.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter if there is no eye mask, the perception domain is still available. After a scan, all the spaces in the dungeon with a radius of hundreds of meters are contained...

A lot of miscellaneous soldiers

No wonder there are only the wandering soldiers on the ground. The large army was indeed hidden underground. At least more than five hundred fishmen gathered on this floor. The breath of life is at least twice as strong as that of the compatriots on the ground. Sometimes there are some elite soldiers with different auras but even more intense strength.

A very full-blown dungeon.

Feng Yin was eager to try: "Are you going to have a big fight?"

It’s useless to get rid of the yang. We are here to find a hammer, not to have fun, so we should do our business first.

"Okay, you'll have to bombard and torture me with your mental bombardment and call me after the result."

This is also the only feasible solution at present. Except for the brain marrow that is not bad, others cannot learn it at all. They can only use spiritual bombardment that ignores language and brute force to crack it.

In this dungeon, the fish people are quite alert, as if they are always in a state of combat readiness, calling friends and attacking each other in groups is very sharp. He Fengyin can often lead to thirty or forty reinforcements when he catches a fish man. Although there is no pressure to cut, it makes people gradually doubt the arrangement of the dungeon.

No organization will keep his subordinates nervous all the time, let alone the fishman tribe who has always been unorganized and undisciplined? This monastery abandoned deep in the swamp has such a deep space underground, and the hidden secrets may be quite large.

The information obtained from the fishman seems not very optimistic.

Spiritual bombardment is a technique that forcibly squeezes one's consciousness into other people's brains. It is like forcibly injecting new water into a water cup. The original water will be squeezed out. This part of the content will sometimes follow the channel established during bombardment and go back to me, allowing me to understand this dungeon through the perspective of a fishman.

After all, the fishman is a low-level creature with limited activity areas. The underground floor where Feng Yin and I are located is far from the entire dungeon. Based on the news obtained by several fishmans, there are at least two floors, but the deeper dungeon is not something they can reach.

Fortunately, the news about Hammer has come.

Some time ago, a group of fishmen who went out to purchase did bring a magical hammer. Although the fishmen were stupid, they also knew the reason for the crime of possessing a treasure. Moreover, their weak and slender limbs could not play with the heavy hammer, so they presented the hammer to the butcher who lived on the second floor of the underground.

Regarding the butcher, the fish people have a slightly different memory, but they are always a strong man who can control two dungeons.

"So, what's special about the butcher?" Feng Yin asked.

...You are really asking the wrong person. The memories of these little bastards are very chaotic. Some say that the butcher is burly, ten thousand meters tall, and has infinite strength, and can break mountains and rocks. Some say that the butcher has a bloody mouth that can swallow hundreds of fish in one suck. What do you think?

Feng Yin hesitated for a while: "3?"

What are you afraid of? Can you believe this little fish boy? If a butcher was so powerful, he would have been conquering the new territory from the Zanga swamp. I guess the High Priest Delaney of Shattas could only kneel down when he saw him, so there was no need to worry, no need to worry at all.

"However, it is really an ominous sign that the Essinos Blade's reaction was so intense."

Feng Yin raised the battle blade and saw the magic light on it flickering violently, and the flames burned toward one side as if they were torn, almost showing signs of losing control.

"If this continues, even if the butcher is useless, I am afraid that there will be problems with the equipment, and it will be a loss."

My heart moved and I remembered my blindfold. It would be a pity if it was damaged here.

Then let’s go deep into the second level and explore the virtual and real. If it fails, come up in time and move quickly in the physics system, there should be no problem.

After the discussion, the two of them went deeper, questioned the deeper stairs from the fishman's brain, and went straight.

In the underground palace, you dare not start environmental damage at will. If it causes a large-scale collapse and people may not die, don’t expect a hammer.

When you walk down the second level, the strength of the creatures is obviously different. Most of the wandering fishmen have armor. Although the weapons in their hands are worn out, they are mostly made of solid metal texture and their power is even higher. Moreover, there are also Naga people with extremely large figures in the community.

Tsk, how did these two races get together?

As Feng Yin and I cleared the miscellaneous soldiers along the way, we finally arrived at the room where the butcher was in the memory of the fishman.

In the dungeon, it is extremely conspicuous. A square room of about 100 square meters, with a slightly decaying wooden door as the entrance. In the room, an amazing breath illuminates the perception domain like a torch...

Feng Yin and I looked at each other and adjusted our condition at the same time.

Open the door.

A roar of violence and surprise came from it.
Chapter completed!