Ahh

I screamed and ran like crazy, my legs turned into rollers.

The scorching red flames chased after me like shadows.

On the back, layers of sweat bubbled up, and before the clothes were soaked, they were already hit by the scorching waves into clouds of steam, sticking to the skin.

Although the burning skin hurts my heart, I can't care about these things anymore, and there is only one thought in my mind: run! Run hard!

I don't know how many sweats I had, and I don't know how far I've run, but my lungs feel like they're going to explode, and it hurts to even gasp for air.

Lying on the ground weakly, he closed his eyes helplessly: Burn, burn, it's a big deal to make a pile of happy coke from today on.

However, after feeling it for a while, I noticed that the heat on my back was slowly weakening, and the burning sensation on my back was not so strong.

Call~

As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, the burned part of my back instantly stabbed, like a needle pricking an awl.

I grinned on the ground, writhing like a battered caterpillar.

I easily got used to the intermittent tearing sensation, and got up from the ground, and I looked back with palpitations, and there were faint red bright spots on the rock wall in the distance, flickering from time to time, it was a burnt stone.

It's hard to imagine what kind of exaggerated temperature this flame that the monster casually spews out, anyway, I don't want to turn back again, unless I can equip a fire resistance magic equipment, and there is a bunch of fire resistance spells superimposed by a high-level magician, otherwise, don't think about it.

It wasn't long before I was back at the fork in the road.

After glancing twice towards the other entrance, I hesitated to sit cross-legged on the ground, fiddling with the grass with my knight's sword.

Should it be over or not?

I craned my chin and hesitated.

The burns on my back are still aching, and if there is a similar thing here, I will get out alive.

When I think of the huge monster just now, I feel a chill, and just by being glanced at, I will feel a terrible oppressive force, with my current strength. Unless there is hanging, you can defeat!

It has to be the super-destructive kind.

Thoughts flashed through me, and I suddenly remembered something, and looked at my left arm, which was completely naked, and the black graffiti had spread to my elbows, and the patterns and patterns seemed to have become more numerous.

With a sigh, he took off the cowhide coat that had been burned into tatters by the flames, cut off a piece with the knight's sword, wrapped his left arm, cut out a few more, and relied on his right hand and teeth to tie the wrapped cowhide firmly, and brushed it hard twice, well, it was very strong, and then he was relieved.

Throwing the remaining pieces of kraft aside, he shook his head helplessly, stood up, and decided to explore the passage.

Due to the sudden incident just now, which took a lot of physical effort on my part, this time the investigation proceeded very slowly.

The passages on both sides are very similar, both made of smoother rock walls, except that this roof is a little more fluorescent than the previous one, but it does not affect the visual range.

After walking slowly for more than two hours, I reached the end again.

It was the same wide hall, and this time, there were no more terrible monsters that made people flee from the wind.

I probed my head around and saw that the whole hall was empty, except for a dilapidated stone table in the center.

For the sake of caution, I still kept a state of moving step by step, and the knight's sword in my hand was held tightly, once there was something to blow, no matter what it was, I would cut a sword first.

It took a long time to rub to the side of the stone table, and when I stretched out my head, there was a slightly curled kraft paper on the stone table, and the paper was densely covered with handwriting.

After looking around and making sure that there was really nothing wrong, I carefully checked the kraft paper.

First he blew twice, blowing away the floating ash on it, then leaned over and sniffed, there was no peculiar smell, and after thinking about it, he used his knight's sword to cut a corner from the cowhide that wrapped his left arm, and through the cowhide, he picked up the kraft paper with two fingers, and carefully read the words on it.

Don't blame me for being too suspicious, who knows if there is any mess on this brown paper like poisons, curses, etc.

I have lived in the Zephyr Continent for more than five years, and I have studied the words of the Zephyr Continent very seriously.

Although the pronunciation of many characters is the same as that of Chinese, the glyphs are very different, and I have suffered a lot for this.

But the heavens paid off, and eventually I learned most of the words in this world.

And it's being applied at this moment - I know all the words on it.

This is supposed to be a fragment of a journal that recounts some of the experiences of the journalist's owner when he entered the dungeon and his thoughts on this level:

Kazeki 4107, June 13

In the passage to the tenth floor of the dungeon, he encountered the Corpse Thief.

The other party was very strong, and I was plotted and fell into the abyss.

Woke up again and had come to this place.

It's a very strange place, unlike any dungeon I've ever seen.

There were no monsters in the entire class, except for a nine-headed dragon sleeping at the end of the passage.

I can be sure that Jiaolong's strength is very strong, but it shouldn't be my opponent, so for the sake of insurance, I still don't mess with it.

Wafeng 4107, June 14

This floor is very weird, and you can't get out no matter how you go.

In order to find an exit, I had a fight with that dragon.

My hair was burned, and it hurt a lot.

Eventually, the two of us sat down calmly and exchanged words that no one understood.

But in the end it understood what I meant, and of course I did.

That is, it also doesn't know where the exit is.

It's a hassle to communicate with a dragon.

Kazeki 4107, June 15

The end of this passage was surprisingly quiet, and I still couldn't find a strange shadow or an exit to leave, what the hell was this place?

The stone table in the middle is very suspicious, but I have already determined that I can't get out if I destroy the stone table.

Wafeng Ki 4107, June 16

I've finally found a way out.

Knocking down the circular pattern on the table will open a portal in the surrounding rock walls.

However, the portal is closed, so you need to kill the boss guarding the door first.

Adventurers who have followed in my footsteps, come on.

This is the end of the diary, and I have mixed opinions about the owner of the diary.

He or she is definitely an adventurous and powerful comic.

However, I would better have a little more respect for this tease, after all, he (she) showed me the way to get out.

Looking at the circular pattern on the table that was covered by this page of diary, my left hand touched it.

The knight's sword in his right hand was firmly grasped, he took a deep breath, and his left hand aimed at the pattern and pressed it down hard.