Fantasy World Transmigration

Coming downstairs to the library museum, Hong Fan took him with ease in the alley where Chen Ang was hiding. He was about to climb up, but was stopped by Chen Ang.

"This old curator is not that simple. According to the information I have obtained, he was able to open such a large museum in Cairo, a backward and chaotic colonial country, not only because of his official face. Everyone knows that this museum cannot be offended, so it is full of ancient Egyptian cultural relics, and no one dares to do anything."

"It was the mausoleum guards who took the initiative to solve the trouble!" Hong Fan felt that this was normal. Of course, the mausoleum guards would not rely solely on the armed forces to conquer the world as in the original plot. In fact, as the deep-rooted snakes here, their The energy is amazing.

Of course, a facade like a museum will not be harassed by those low-level hooligans.

"But in some cases, the tomb guards can't help much. A few years ago, a group of rogues planned to stay up all night to loot here. They planned to do this, and they would fly far away. Naturally, they would not be shy about anything. But after they got in, Just disappeared in this museum, and at that time there was only the old curator." Chen Ang said a piece of information he confirmed.

Hong Fan also noticed the information contained in this intelligence, and his face changed: "You mean, the old curator's idea is tricky?"

Chen Ang and Hong Fan looked at each other the same way, and they both had calculations in their hearts. Hong Fan said: "Since there are spells in the mummy world, there will naturally be a world view that is harmonious with it. We knew it when we were doing Fan Xinhai's mission before. There are supernatural forces in the mission world, so the plot characters we come into contact with are by no means as simple as in the movie.”

"Especially when we meet a small nobleman who has the blood of a knight, and when we meet someone from the Holy See, he will use magic spells. Since Imerton knows magic spells and magic spells, as a pharaoh, he left behind the power to prevent his resurrection, and there is no supernatural inheritance. That's a weird thing." Hong Fan already understood what Chen Ang meant, and nodded.

Hong Fan was sticking to the outer wall of the museum, and with a little force on the fingertips that were climbing the edge of the wall, he let himself cross the wall lightly. His footsteps were as light and silent as a cat. Chen Ang looked at his back with eyes like Thinking: "This technique is the footsteps of assassins in Assassin's Creed. Falling from a high place will not cause much damage, and there will be no footsteps when sneaking."

Hong Fan didn't wear the classic hoodie, but it can still be seen from his attire that he is an attack style that favors agility, can make surprise attacks when necessary, and usually deals a lot of damage.

Although the soft armor increases the load, it also greatly strengthens the defense, which shows that he often has to fight with the enemy close to the body, and the excellent design allows the soft armor to avoid affecting the flexibility of the body to the greatest extent. It can be seen that he relies on dexterity Fighting with agility, the steps that are revealed from time to time also show that he has good frontal combat ability.

in summary,

It is close to the fighting style of knights and assassins, and is good at stealth combat. Frontal battles rely on step dodging and agility to avoid damage, and mainly swim.

Hong Fan didn't know that Chen Ang could see so much just from his attire, so he quietly came to the window sill in the museum area, picked it lightly with the dagger in his right hand, opened the window door, turned over and entered, Chen Ang watched him enter the museum area, and pressed lightly on the stone wall, like a dexterous swallow, attached to the eaves.

The right hand moved silently, absorbing the sound of the window opening and closing into the palm, and Chen Ang touched into the museum from the second floor.

With Hong Fan's agility that would make him dumbfounded, Chen Ang easily locked the position of the curator. He leaned on a shadow to observe everything silently. The curator's office is not small, and there is only one entrance and exit, and the windows are It was locked tightly, and the room was brightly lit, which didn't give people like Hong Fan the slightest chance.

Seeing this, Chen Ang sighed secretly, he knew too well what kind of fighting style a professional like Hong Fan would adopt.

Sure enough, with the soft sound of metal knocking, the curator who was writing at the desk suddenly became alert, and he shouted: "Evelyn?" No one answered in the exhibition hall, and the curator said to himself: "Evelyn?" Flynn should go to sleep! It’s almost dawn, so it’s not those thieves who stole things again!”

The curator picked up the hardwood crutch next to him, and walked out of the room vigilantly.

Hong Fan's shadow slowly fell behind the curator, his footsteps were unusually dexterous, and he seemed to blend in with the surrounding environment when he was standing still. Chen Ang recognized that his stealth skill had reached at least three, and he had learned more A chameleon skill, when he made a move, he attacked like lightning, and hit the back of the curator's head heavily with the handle of the dagger.

Stun: Stuns an enemy, making it temporarily unable to participate in combat.

But Hong Fan was still careless, and Chen Ang never ignored the lapis lazuli eyes of the eagle-headed statue next to him. When the curator picked up the cane, a thin layer of light appeared on the surface of its gemstone eyeballs.

The kobold warrior stone sculptures standing next to them moved violently. They held spears and crossed to block Hong Fan's attack route. The curator ran a few steps quickly and came to a pottery urn, and grabbed a handful of spice powder from it with his left hand. With his right hand, he took out a papyrus book from his bosom, shook it open, and read: "Sleeping sleepers, please wake up! Protect your master!"

Speaking of sprinkling spices on the mummy in the coffin next to him, the obsidian-inlaid eyes of the two stone statues that blocked Hong Fan immediately burst into blue flames. As their skills became more agile, their wisdom in dealing with the enemy also increased. .

Hong Fan's right palm slapped out with the sound of wind and thunder, breaking the arm of the huge stone statue and falling to the ground. Struggling to climb out, the salt-soaked shell linen bandage was very tough, even if Hong Fan stabbed with the dagger in his right hand, it could not cause damage.

The old curator dragged his body and ran while calling flies and locusts to attack Hong Fan's eyes. Finally, he got down hard and pushed a dry crocodile mummy beside him to the ground, using a spell to summon it. A small stream of yellow sand controlled the wind and sand to cover Hong Fan's sight, and he fled to the door under the escort of another mummy.

When the curator took the opportunity to run out the door with the mummy, he saw someone blocking his way.

"Go up and kill them!" The curator hurriedly pointed at the mummy.

With a shattering sound, the papyrus book in the curator's hand was shattered by bullets. He turned around and used the curator's body to block the mummy's attack route. Chen Ang calmly took the trigger, so that the sound could be clearly heard by the curator, without him After talking more, the curator obediently raised his hand, and when Hong Fan got rid of the harassment and rushed out of the museum, Chen Ang was already confiscating the curator's amulets.

Chen Ang lightly unwrapped the animal tooth necklace from the curator's neck and pocket, a scarab specimen, a bronze dog statue, and a gold cobra bracelet.

"Hey!" the curator stopped, "Can you leave that alone? It was a gift from my daughter."

Chen Ang held the exquisitely crafted cobra bracelet and waved it in front of the curator's eyes, letting him see the distinct tiny scales on it, and then asked him: "Your daughter gave you a poisonous snake magic amulet as a gift?" He held it with two fingers Squeeze off the head of the cobra bracelet, so that the curator can see the blue venom inside.

"I don't think anyone would want to keep it close? Except its owner."