Garon didn't answer, he just threw the card to the King of Nightmares. "Let's go, there seems to be something in that direction." He walked in the direction they had decided on earlier.
The King of Nightmares and Andrela looked at Palosa.
The latter shook his head and said in a low voice, "We don't need to complicate things."
"I think you should go take a look, it might be necessary." Garon turned back and said.
Palosa closed his eyes and didn't answer.
"Hmph." Garon was too lazy to say more. He walked into the thick fog.
Andrela and the King of Nightmares were speechless, they looked at each other, but still followed Garon.
"Although I knew there might be differences, I didn't think it would happen so soon." Andrela said helplessly, "But everyone has their own goals, and their views and styles are different. Garon and Palosa are both top martial artists, it's normal for them to have different styles. "
"I don't mind." The King of Nightmares hung lazily on Andrela's shoulder, leaning against him as they walked. "I've been so bored lately … Lara, I have a suggestion."
"You better not say it." Andrela quickly stopped.
"Lara, what do you say we go to the center of the island, when everyone is here, how about an open field battle? Don't you want to be famous? Then you'll be famous all over the world. "The King of Nightmares suggested lazily," I don't mind no matter what you do ~ ~ "
"Of course you don't mind …" Andrela was speechless, "You'll be fine if you change your appearance, what about me?!" He knew that the King of Nightmares was a man of his words, if something like that really happened, the King of Nightmares might get excited and knock him out, it would be normal for them to put on a show.
"And I don't want to be famous, I just want to … Sigh, I don't want to talk about it, it's hard to explain it to you!"
The three of them walked into the thick fog, and soon disappeared.
Palosa was still sitting in the same spot, his eyes closed, not moving at all.
*****
In the thick fog, Garon walked towards the direction of the smell, soon there were some blood stains on the black rock ground in front of him. The blood was dark red and black. Apparently, it had been there for some time.
As they walked forward, they suddenly heard a series of crackling sounds. The sound wasn't loud, and it sounded like something was being burned.
Soon, a pile of burning flames appeared in front of Garon. The green and red flames were slowly burning on a pile of messy corpses, constantly emitting thick black smoke.
Garon stood in front of the fire and looked at the corpse.
"They're all The Clown's men."
King of Nightmares walked over and glanced at the corpse before casually saying, "The cause of death was a steel needle piercing through his chest. It's very similar to Nikon's previous technique. "
"Looks like the ones who ambushed us on the surface of the sea were probably the Clown's men," Garon narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Maybe they wanted to frame the Weisman's men?"
"Who cares? Don't worry about anything else. He went straight to the location of the key. Whether it was opening the ruins tomorrow or fighting for the key, he had to go to the group of statues. Why don't we go there earlier? Let's see if there's anyone left in the Southern Mountain Range. "
"There are different keys for the Southern and Northern regions?"
"Of course," Andrela replied, "There are two keys for each side. Only four people are qualified to fight for the Black Smoke Pot. "
"I remember that if we rush over from the map, we have to pass through two key places, right?" Garon had a strong memory and had memorized the map just now, "A gap in a canyon, and a cliff edge. It's easy to be ambushed."
"A map is a map, but do you have a way to identify the direction in the fog?" King of Nightmares frowned.
"Then how did they identify the direction?" Garon squatted down and carefully looked at the Clown's corpse on the fire.
King of Nightmares squatted down and started to look at the patterns on the ground.
"Let's do it the old way. The ground and rocks here have a fixed pattern. As long as we follow the direction of the pattern, there won't be any problems. As long as we meet a living person, everything will be fine. "
"That's the only way," Garon frowned and said, "Let's go. We'll catch a living person and interrogate him."
He looked at the pattern on the ground and strode in another direction. The two people behind him followed closely.
The rocks in front of them were getting higher and higher. There were deep gullies between some of them, so they had to jump over them. The smoke in the ground was getting thicker and thicker. They could barely see two meters around them. The three of them could only rely on their sense of smell and hearing to avoid getting lost.
Soon, a pile of corpses appeared on the ground in front of them. They were all soldiers in white without any medals or emblems. The three of them checked the characteristics of the corpses but found nothing.
They continued to walk forward. Explosions could be heard from time to time, as if they were very far away. There were also gunshots and faint roars.
The thick fog in the surroundings had completely covered everything.
"Has it started? Fighting for the key? "Garon looked in the direction of the explosions.
"The key has been out for a long time, but we don't know who has it. It's said that the key was brought in from the outside. There are two keys in the Southern and Northern regions, and they open two entrances to the ruins. But I heard that the so-called ruins are not big. It's very small, so we don't know which ruins the Black Smoke Pot is in, "Andrela explained.
Garon didn't say anything else. He continued to walk around the corpses and followed the pattern.
*****
In the thick white fog, a group of people in clown costumes quietly came to the side of the clown's corpse. The corpse was bloody and cut into two pieces. It was a horrible sight.
They held red torches in their hands. The light from the torches faintly illuminated their masked faces.
"Bai Gui was killed before he could send the message," the leading clown said in a strange voice. It was as if his voice was trembling.
"We underestimated the White Peacock."
"Give up on stopping them and change to someone else. Our agreement with the Immortal Palace is to reduce the number of unqualified participants as much as possible. Since they are qualified, let them enter, "the leading clown said in a low voice.
"Queen, if it were you, would you have the confidence to escape unscathed?" He suddenly turned his head and asked a clown on his right.
"I don't know."
"So you're not confident?" The leading clown paused. "Forget it, let's go. You guys split up and check the other roads."
"Yes."
All the clowns immediately dispersed. Only the leading clown was left alone.
He slowly walked to the corpse and squatted down. He reached out and pinched the corpse's skin.
"What a domineering power … What a vicious move …" A trace of seriousness flashed through his usually playful eyes.
*****
Boom!
Garon slapped the waist of a masked man in black. The masked man flew out like a cannonball and crashed into a rock not far away. All the bones in his body cracked. He didn't know how many of them were broken. He was dead.
He stood up straight and scanned his surroundings.
The ground was littered with the corpses of the masked men in black. There was a picture of a white clown on their black clothes.
Andrela and the King of Nightmares walked over from the other two directions.
Andrela shook off the blood on his sword.
"These people are clowns. What's the point of putting them here? Sending them to their deaths? "
"Maybe it's to select the right to participate in the competition." The King of Nightmares yawned. "That's so boring. They're just a little stronger than normal people. They can be crippled easily. They can't be played with at all."
The three of them were standing in front of a narrow tunnel. In front of them was a passage between two mountain walls. It was just big enough for one person to pass through. The passage between the black rocks looked even more bottomless in the thick fog.
"Are we going?" The King of Nightmares asked casually.
"Of course." Garon walked into the tunnel. Suddenly, his expression changed. He quickly jumped back.
Boom!!!
A deafening explosion rang out.
Red flames and rubble came crashing down on the three of them.
Clang clang clang clang!!!
Andrela's body suddenly appeared in front of Garon. The longsword in his hand instantly turned into a silver mirror and shattered all the rubble. Even the flames were blocked by it.
The three of them were thrown dozens of meters away by the huge impact. Several scorch marks were left on the ground.
The entire area looked like a red mushroom cloud rising from the sky. A strong wind blew and blew away the area covered in white fog. Large patches of black rock were exposed.
"Clown King!" Garon was furious. He was already furious when he lost the Golden Sword Throne and the Golden Seal. Now, he was attacked by the clown. He was almost hit by the buried explosives.
If it wasn't for the fact that he felt that something was wrong with the surrounding environment, as if someone had moved it, he might have been injured by the explosion.
He wasn't afraid of bullets, but it didn't mean that he wasn't afraid of being hit by explosives.
He wasn't the only one. The King of Nightmares and Andrela were also covered in dust. They were no longer as relaxed as before.
"Let's go!" Garon waved his hand and smashed away a piece of rock that was thrown at him. He strode forward. After being attacked one after another and falling into a difficult situation, he became more and more impatient.
"My makeup!!" The King of Nightmares cried. He tried to take out a dressing mirror to fix his dirty face. However, when he touched his pocket, the dressing mirror had been shattered into countless pieces. "Damn you, Clown King. Don't let me see you again!!"
Andrela patted the dust off his body silently.
The three of them sped up and followed the patterns on the ground towards the first point.
*****
In the center of the Southern Region, there was a strange area without any fog.
Numerous Blackstone Humanoid Statues stood there, either standing or sitting. Their movements varied, forming a densely packed Blackstone Forest.
In the middle of the forest, there was an empty space surrounded by stone statues. There was nothing in the way.
A group of people in black clothes were walking on the empty space carefully. They stayed close to the stone statues and jumped in places that were difficult to walk on. They were very cautious of the wide and flat spaces.
"It's here. Be careful, everyone. Are you okay, Dale? "The blonde woman who was walking at the front turned around and looked behind her worriedly.
"I'm fine. I can still hold on. Don't treat me like a little flower in a greenhouse. " A middle-aged man at the back of the group replied. He was biting on a black pipe. He even took a puff from it from time to time.
"Oh yeah, how are the things we found? Any results? "He looked at a fat bearded man beside him.
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