Mysterious journey

Boom boom boom! !

The rocket launcher exploded on the sea, and the flames were like blooming red flower buds, which were extremely conspicuous and beautiful at night.

Garen tipped his toes and fired a stream of water arrows that hit the rocket launcher.

With a bang, a violent explosion exploded on the sea not far in front of him. He protected his face with one hand. Wait until the airflow explosion debris disperses before putting it down.

"How to solve it!?" He looked at the other people, and was surprised to find that the gun leader Nikon had taken out the small silver pistol and aimed it in the direction of the rocket launcher with a gloomy expression.

laugh!

There was a small sound, the small pistol lit up with a red light, and then fell silent.

At the same time, a clown on the cliff scoffed and nailed a small silver spiked ball to his chest. It hurriedly reached out to grab it.

laugh! !

The small ball suddenly exploded and turned into countless thin needles, shooting out in all directions.

Silently, the entire group of clowns were pierced by fine needles and fell to the ground.

"Let's go, the scene has become so big, why not just shoot." Nikon blew the muzzle of the gun and regained his gentle expression.

The two of them immediately rushed out again.

On the sea, Garon stepped on the water and finally reached the beach. Rather than treading water, it is better to say treading water, using huge physical strength and strength to step on the water, and then rush forward with explosive force.

He was not a master of light arts. He was already soaked when he came ashore, and his cold clothes clung to his body, making him look tattered and extremely embarrassed.

As soon as he landed on the beach, he saw that the four members of Palosha Nightmare were already waiting for him. They were obviously faster than him in the sea water.

"It's so embarrassing!" Nightmare said helplessly, "Sorry about the new clothes I bought. I took a long time to select them, but they were all blown up in a flash."

Not only him, but also Andrela and gun king Nikon. Only Palosha was still clean, and even had two suitcases in his hands. He looked like an old gentleman who was preparing to go on a trip.

"It's Weisman's three generals! They're here too!" Nikon gritted his teeth, "I must kill him with my own hands this time!!"

"Do you want to split up or stay with us?" Palosha asked calmly.

"I have another mission, so I won't be with you." Nikon shook his head, "Let's separate here."

"OK."

As soon as Nikon finished speaking, he quickly rushed back to the sea and began to rescue his soldiers ashore.

"Let's go too." Palosha turned and walked towards the island.

Galen didn't say anything and slowly moved forward behind Palosha. The four of them were silent all the way and quickly explored the island.

The ground is bare, covered with black hard rocks, and traces of white smoke are constantly emerging from the cracks in the stones. The smoke lingers, limiting vision to a few meters.

The four of them left the seaside and walked on the inner island, just like walking on land, surrounded by heavy fog.

The heavy fog in front seems to never end, and it is always a vast expanse of white.

Palosha found a spot on the back of a large rock, squatted down, opened his suitcase and began to take out food and water for a meal.

"Eat some, we probably have to stay here for a while."

Andrela and Nightmare sat down respectively, picked up a piece of pancake and ate it with the poured milk.

Garen took a piece of pancake and tore it into small bites while looking at the surrounding environment.

The sky was completely white, and the surrounding area was also completely white. Only the ground was bare black rocky ground, and only a distance of less than three meters could be seen. The four of them are like isolated islands in the ocean, with no end in sight.

He reached out and grabbed a black stone and squeezed it gently.

Click.

The stone shattered into black powder, revealing the honeycomb structure inside. And it was very hot inside, almost thirty or forty degrees.

"The terrain here is very strange, and the geothermal heat is very high. The smoke smells like sulfur." ​​He whispered.

"There are many secrets in the Smoke Island, but as long as you don't enter the ruins, there is no danger. I only heard that some tourists got lost in the fog and fell off the cliff and died, and the number was not large." Andrela explained, "We just have to be careful about other people coming to the island."

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and slowly unfolded it, revealing a map.

"This is a partial topographic map of Smoke Island. It was drawn by someone before. However, it is of little use and is only for reference."

Several people came up to take a closer look.

There is a long strip of island drawn on the map, which is divided into two parts, marked South Territory and North Territory respectively. The two areas are marked with small dots, and there are names next to them.

"There are some famous scenic spots on the Smoke Island. They are all different groups of portraits, numbered one to nine respectively. Which one should we choose?" Andrela asked. "Tomorrow is the night of the full moon. If we want to enter the ruins, we must meet two conditions."

"One is a master of telekinesis, and that's me." Nightmare replied lazily.

"The second one is the key." Garen took over. "The question is where is the key?"

"The biggest possibility is that they are in the crowd of portraits. The three Weisman generals who just attacked us should also be here." Nightmare said casually, "The clothes I just bought were ruined. I have to settle this account with them. ."

The golden sword holder and golden seal were lost for no reason, and Garen felt inexplicably unhappy. These were antiques of misfortune, with potential value, and now they were completely reduced to rubbish by the other party.

whee

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the thick fog not far away.

"Who!" Andrela's eyes flashed with cold light, and the silver light in her hand disappeared.

With a clang, a clown wearing red and green clothes slowly walked out of the white mist. His face was covered with a red mask, and the corner of his mouth was split from the corner to the ear, like a bloody mouth. He was throwing away a throwing knife in his hand.

"I'm so lucky to be able to see people here who were also attacked." The clown's sharp and unpleasant voice rang in several people's ears. "We were also attacked by Wiseman's three generals. Our ships were destroyed and we were about to seek revenge from them."

"Oh? Do you know where they are?" Nightmare took out a white pear from somewhere and took a bite.

"Of course, those people are about to get the key. Somehow, their information is too accurate." The clown's strange emphasis seemed a bit awkward, as if the key was the most important item for the entrance to the ruins, but he was confused. The deputy laughed and gloated. "How's it going? Do you want to go?"

"You informed a lot of people, right?" Garen asked in a low voice.

"Of course. Who dared them to openly attack the people who came to the island this time? If they don't teach them a lesson, they really think that the Wiseman government is invincible in the world." The clown replied sharply.

"So how many of you are there?" Garen continued to ask.

"Do you think I can answer this question?" The clown chuckled.

"That's right. But why do we have to believe you?"

"Because you have to go. Anyone who wants to get the key will not miss this opportunity. They are to the north, go that way, and I will guide you." The clown said with a smile, "We have something in common. The enemies, deal with them first, then take action after the key."

He took the lead and walked in one direction.

Palosha stood still, his face expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The other two just smiled without any additional actions.

Garen's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly he vaguely seemed to smell something. He raised his feet and walked out, not in the direction led by the clown, but in the opposite direction.

"You're on the wrong track." The clown looked back at him. "Come with me, they're over here."

"I need to ask you where I'm going?" Garen frowned and walked forward without hesitation.

Uh-huh!

The clown came back and stood in front of Garen.

"You can't go this way. It's better to come with me."

"What do you mean?" Garen's face turned slightly cold. "Better get out of my way right now."

"Little guy, you must not go down this road, otherwise I will be very angry~~~" A strange smile appeared on the clown mask.

"Move out of the way?" Garen's nose faintly smelled something coming from this direction, and his voice suddenly became cold.

"If you want to die, I can help you." A hint of chill gradually appeared in the clown's words.

"Looking for death? Hehe, just let me see how you want me to die!!" Garen's expression was grim. He opened his big hand and grabbed it towards the opposite side.

boom! ! !

An invisible aura suddenly enveloped the clown, and its claws were like green and black steel claws, grabbing his face brazenly. The invisible strong wind blew the surrounding white mist violently, blowing to both sides like a wave.

Woo! !

The clown screamed loudly, threw down his sleeves, and a large number of black grenades fell out. His body was extremely fast to avoid the catch.

Boom!

The two retreated as soon as they touched, and a violent explosion exploded in the middle. The fire swept away and blew away a large amount of white mist around them.

"Idol. East King's Hand!!"

Garon's eyes sharpened, and he instantly turned into a black shadow and rushed out. He grabbed the clown with his palms up and down, and the air was filled with a harsh scream from his claws.

A transparent wall seemed to appear out of thin air in front of him. The wall was formed by the rotation and entanglement of countless air cyclones. It was like a huge boulder pressing down on the top, tearing towards the clown and surrounding it.

The clown let out a sharp scream and turned around to escape.

Tear! !

The clown's body was suddenly torn in half, and blood rained all around.

Garen's hands were still two meters away from him.

"Vulnerable." He snorted coldly and walked slowly to the clown's head. Slap and crush the clown's head.

With a tip of his toe, a silver card flew into his hand.

The playing cards are made of metal and have a black and white imp pattern printed on them.

"It's the clown from Solitaire." Nightmare covered her nose with a scented handkerchief and walked over slowly. "The Clown King has ten clones under him. They all have different code names, and you should be one of them. I heard that the clown is covered in poison or traps, and all of them are masters of poison. It's a pity that he was killed before he saw it. You were torn in half through the air."

He took a closer look at Garen.

"Killing people with air currents from across the air. Garen, have you reached that state now?"