Mage Joan

Klein put his smile away, stroking the lush beard and said thoughtfully: "For us, the most precious thing now is time. If we choose the wrong way, we are snatched by the new Avalon gnome prospecting team. At the beginning, all the hard work I paid before was all wasted.

"How about if we have two soldiers and explore a route separately?" Audrey said.

"In this way, our manpower is dispersed, and in case of danger, I am afraid that I can't handle it."

Holden disagrees with her sister's suggestion.

Klein didn't say anything, his expression hesitated.

Joanne tends to support Audrey’s suggestion that the two-way approach will certainly disperse the power, but it is always more secure than putting all the bets on one of the roads.

He was about to speak up, and suddenly felt a trace of mental fluctuation. He quickly switched his perspective to the blood mosquitoes to see the abnormal signs that caused the blood mosquitoes to just notice.

There was a faint glowing trace in the pile of rocks.

Qiao An was curious and walked over quickly. At the same time, he turned the miner's lamp on the helmet and hit the searchlight beam. The signs of reflection were more obvious, as if there were a large mirror on the floor.

Joan carefully approached the reflective zone and cast the "Mage's Hand", stroking the smooth mirror in the air, which was unavoidable. How could there be such a smooth and smooth glass plane in this mess of rocks?

"Brother Joan, is there anything new?"

Klein followed and asked.

"Look here, the ground is covered with a glass band, or it may be crystal... the edges are very flat, and it doesn't seem to be formed naturally."

"Oh? Let me see!"

The dwarf brother quickly ran over, looked in the direction of Joan's fingers, and immediately laughed.

"Mr. Klein, look at you smiling so happy, what joy?" Holden asked.

"Of course there is good news, great good news!"

Klein pointed to the glassy traces on the ground and couldn't hold his mouth shut.

"Look, this is the mark left by the flail snail after crawling, probably the one we tracked the other day!"

Joan was refreshed and quickly asked Klein: "Following this rut, can we find flail snails?"

"Yes! Flail snails love nibbling ore-eating crystal ore. If you find the flail snail, you can find the magic crystal ore veins!"

Klein crossed his arms across his chest, his face firmly asserted.

"Judging from the trace left by the flail snail, it apparently burrowed into the ground, probably entering the navel before the canyon collapsed."

Holden scratched his head and smiled bitterly, "Now the flail snail's path has been blocked by stones. Are we going to dig a tunnel from this mess of rocks to the navel?"

"It's really troublesome, but our prospecting team is already doing this. Otherwise, with so many cumbersome excavation tools!" Klein is still in a good mood, "just know that the road to the ground is correct Yes, the next step is nothing more than an engineering issue. It will always be done with more effort."

"Brother Klein, we don't necessarily have to dig a tunnel. You can use'any door' to take us directly over the blocked area and into the depths of the earth's umbilicus. It's so much trouble!"

Hailar said excitedly.

"The little girl has a good idea, but there is a prerequisite for doing this, that is, the diameter of the blocked area cannot exceed 600 feet." Klein explained.

"My teleportation limit distance is 600 feet. Beyond this distance, teleportation failure is fairly good. In case of crashing into the depths of the rock, you will be crushed on the spot!"

Listening to Klein's words, everyone immediately looked at the navigation compass in Joan's hands.

"Joan, can you see from the map, how deep is it from here to the open area in the navel?" Audrey asked.

Joan observed it and shook his head gently.

"The tunnel connected by the ground navel is too narrow and narrow. Even if the map is enlarged to the maximum scale, it can't be seen that the tunnel is hollow or has been filled with gravel."

"I don't know the situation underground, the transmission risk is too great, can you only dig a tunnel from the surface? This is too much trouble." Holden was disappointed.

"In fact, there is another way," said Joan, thinking. "I can cast 3 rings of'secondary stone walking', forcibly cross the landslide section, dive into the ground navel, and check the situation in the tunnel."

"If the tunnel is not blocked, Mr. Klein can lead everyone down."

"If the tunnel is blocked, you can dig down a section of the road first. The diameter of the blocked area is less than 600 feet, and it is not too late to transfer it."

"This has the added benefit of blessing the stratum where ‘secondary stone walking’ passes, like being plowed once, large rocks are crushed into gravel by magic, and the hard clay becomes loose.”

"You dig tunnels along the path I have traveled, not only is it more labor-saving, but the construction efficiency is much higher than direct digging."

Hearing Joan's careful analysis, Klein reappeared with a smile on his face, and immediately decided to do what he said.

In the eyes that his companions looked forward to, Joan walked to the glass mark left by the flail snail, opened the casting kit, took out an air-dried groundhog paw, and a hollow reed tube.

"Second Stone Walk" only provides the caster with the ability to walk in sand and mud, but cannot provide fresh air, so before casting this spell, Joan must first ensure that he can breathe normally after entering the formation, so as not to Suffocated alive.

"Vilya!"

Joan uses the reed in his hand as a casting material and chants a spell spelling "air".

The magic nets distributed around him twisted and intertwined, forming a dense circle of enchantment, like a big bubble, which was wrapped around Joan's head, so that he could always be in the next 16 hours, no matter where he was. Inhale fresh air.

Next, Joan held the air-dried groundhog front paw with his right hand, and made a series of casting gestures with his left hand.

"Ondo!"

At the moment of chanting the "Second Stone Walk" initiation spell, Joan's body surface appeared a circle of yellow luster, and the whole person quickly sank.

After the whole body fell into the stratum, Joan adjusted to the environment a little, and the mud and sand squeezed around him seemed to be wrapped in a thick cotton blanket. Although it did not cause harm, it made him feel like he was trekking in the quagmire. It's very difficult.

Joan looked at the navigation compass in his hand, found his position against the map, and then moved forward diagonally.

In the dense and heavy formation, he could not run at full speed, and the average travel distance per minute was only about one hundred feet.

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