[Anger explodes][Anger explodes][Anger explodes][Anger explodes]!

Under Triss's astonished eyes, Lann began to strike the golem's body in the most brutal way with his gorgeous sword, like a blacksmith forging iron.

"Ding", "Ding", "Ding", "Ding"

The golem's body twitched with every blow, and with every blow, enchanted stones harder than steel would fly everywhere.

The solid creation that the warlocks were so proud of was now no stronger than a wooden stake!

"Lane, be careful!"

A scream suddenly rang in the demon hunter's ears.

Lann looked up and saw that the golem had given up struggling to pull its body out of the rock wall, and instead raised its two arms high up like a bridge.

With a loud bang, like a landslide, Triss, who was not far away, almost became temporarily deaf.

Putting up the protective shield to block the oncoming impact, the sorceress hurriedly looked towards the golem. You know, Lann took the blow almost at zero distance!

But he saw the demon hunter wearing thick armor hanging in the air, doing a perfectly standard tumbling movement with his body stable.

The shock wave that lifted the entire floor was like a breeze and could not disturb him at all.

Lann landed and turned around to see Triss's surprised expression.

The sorceress quickly calmed down, and seeing that the golem was still struggling, she raised her hand and struck out another bolt of lightning.

Although it was not as lethal as the lightning at the beginning, it also caused the golem's body to shake like a short circuit.

And Lann also seized the opportunity, slid forward several times, aimed at the gap that was cut by the continuous New Year's Greetings, raised the sword in his hand again, and began to accumulate strength.

The final blow!

A strong sound of breaking wind was heard, and the Sword of the Lady of the Lake was completely embedded in the body of the golem. Then, the three-meter-tall giant shook abnormally, and stones fell off its body like raindrops.

Under Lann's wary eyes, the golem remained in a low posture, losing its luster and completely turning into the appearance of a marble statue.

"I heard that as long as the warlocks obtain the core inside the golem's body, they can easily create another golem?"

Triss stepped forward and confirmed, "The golem's shell is just marble with runes on it. Only the core is irreplaceable."

Lann waved his hand and put the entire body of the golem into the [Inventory]. Having a space backpack was extremely convenient when exploring a secret room like this.

"I'll give it to you when I get back."

The core of the golem is of little use in Lann's hands, so naturally it must be maximized for Triss.

This golem is like a gatekeeper. After killing it, the two will be temporarily safe.

Triss controlled the flames and accurately lit every brazier in the open space, allowing the entire square to appear before their eyes.

"We haven't entered the secret lab yet, have we?"

Lan nodded and pointed forward: "There."

There is a manor-style duplex staircase in front, although most of it has collapsed and one has to climb and jump to get up. After walking through it with a torch, a quaint and exquisite door appears in front of one.

"This door is not an illusion. It needs to be opened the stupid way." Triss frowned. She used a torch to carefully illuminate every inch of the door from top to bottom.

"There is a keyhole here, but I don't know where the key is... Lan, did you see this kind of detail in your precognitive dream?"

You don’t say, it’s true.

This maze copy can be said to be the first one that Lann explored in his previous life, and the terrain setting is not very complicated, so Lann's memory of it is still very clear.

Under Triss's puzzled gaze, Lan took her hand and walked away from the door, going down the stairs again.

This underground cave is surprisingly large. In addition to the square and the main entrance, there are many branch caves. This is the result of natural formation and artificial development.

Lann knew that behind this door was the wizard's secret laboratory, and these branching cave tunnels were other places such as biological breeding rooms and apprentice lounges.

According to his vague memory, Lann explored several of the caves and soon found his target:

It was a long and narrow passage with a lot of water on the ground. The rock walls were covered with plants such as mistletoe, hair balls, mushrooms, and blood moss. Triss stopped along the way to collect a lot of them.

At the end of the tunnel is a small pavilion-like place. Seven hermit-shaped statues are built around the pavilion, seemingly acting as guards or watchers, making it look like a cage.

There was a stone tablet at the feet of the two people, with a string of ancient words carved on it.

Lann didn't recognize this ancient language, but he was not the only one here.

Triss softly read the words on it: "Staring into the abyss will only lift you up."

One has to admire that the knowledge the warlocks have learned in the academy over the past decade is indeed extensive and complex.

The sorceress was pondering the meaning of these words when she felt the witcher's big hand suddenly covering her shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

Lann looked around: "I saw something else in my precognitive dream... Is your shield still on?"

A point of green rootless fire suddenly ignited in the air without any warning, and a figure wearing a tattered black robe and holding a lantern suddenly emerged from the void, and hoarse and unpleasant screams began to echo in the open space.

Demonic spirit!

The blue protective shield flashed in midair, blocking the enemy's sneak attack. The ghostly figure saw that the attack was ineffective, and left without stopping, disappearing into the void in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk, golems and demon spirits." Lann smacked his lips. These things brought back some bad memories. "Can't these warlocks' secret laboratories be a little more innovative?"

Triss covered her mouth and laughed. "I heard that you disappeared in Toussaint before. You were exploring Thomas Moreau's laboratory at that time?"

Lann nodded. "That old warlock turned into a special demon spirit, retaining his consciousness and some of his magical abilities from his previous life. He beat me up pretty badly."

The demon hunter slowly walked out of the protection range of Triss's shield, pressed down with his left hand to cast a purple magic circle around himself, the tip of the sword was facing the ground, and he supported the hilt with both hands, looking calm and at ease.

With a "bang", the demon spirit seemed to think that it had an opportunity to take advantage of the relaxed demon hunter, so it appeared from the void again, swinging the iron rod and hitting Lann.

The yellow Quinn protective film flashed by without even being broken; but at this moment, the purple magic halo climbed up the demon's body.

"Compared to the enemies we encountered at that time." Lan En looked at the empty and crazy eyes of the demon in front of him, "You are far behind!"

He took a left step forward, lowered his shoulders and twisted his waist, and the lion's eyes and the runes on the long sword flashed together - [Whirling Sword Dance]!

The demon wanted to flee once more, but after being hit by the Aden Seal, it could no longer become invisible, and even its speed seemed to have been slowed down as if someone had pressed the slow-motion button.

In just two breaths, the demon was hit by dozens of swords, some pierced, some stabbed, some chopped, and some stabbed, all of which were attacks that far exceeded its body's ability to withstand!

Lann continued to spin until the demon spirit in the air was completely turned into ashes by the green flames and fell to the ground as a pile of lifeless dust.

There were still specks of light scattered in the air, mixed with a small cluster of mutation-inducing substances.

Lan reached out and grabbed it, without looking back, he strode to the side of the seven statues and looked up.

The pavilion has a column at the top that extends all the way to the ceiling, with intricate carvings of wheat ears on it. It is difficult to tell whether the building was built from the top down or from the bottom up.

Given the elves' construction capabilities, it's really hard to say.

Triss stepped forward and looked around carefully. She saw several spring handles for operation on the outside of the pavilion. There must be something going on here.

"You said the key to the secret laboratory is here, and there is obviously a switch here. Did your precognitive dream explain this?"

Lan En smiled mysteriously: "Do you remember what was written on the stone tablet just now?"

Triss said: "'Staring into the abyss is a reward'. I haven't forgotten that you can't read the Ancient Language, but I can. The Ancient Blood can't let you learn a language without a teacher..."

At this point, Triss suddenly paused and began to become less confident: "...Is it impossible?"

Lan nodded: "Indeed, I can't."

Triss breathed a sigh of relief. If the Ancient Blood could surpass the Source Warlock in terms of talent, and if he could also acquire acquired knowledge without a teacher, that would be a real challenge.

Lan strode forward. He was not one to be mysterious, so he quickly stepped forward and fumbled for the spring handle outside a pavilion, explaining, "What we want is hidden under this pavilion, and these mechanisms are the key to opening it."

Lann turned the mechanism with force, and then he saw a statue of a hermit suddenly began to vibrate violently.

“Galala——”

After several consecutive rotations, the stone statue turned to face the center of the pavilion.

"'Staring into the Abyss' means adjusting the positions of these stone statues to face each other?" Triss quickly understood what Lann had done. "What about 'returning the favor'?"

"We'll know in a moment."

"Okay, okay." Triss shrugged helplessly and stepped forward to help.

“Crack—”

As the directions of the seven statues were adjusted in unison, the stone slab in the middle of the pavilion suddenly cracked in two, revealing a deep pool of water.

Triss frowned suddenly. She heard some strange sounds inside.

There was a dark shadow swaying at the bottom of the pool, and from a vague perspective it seemed to be a human figure.

"Is this the 'Abyss'?"

Lann teased, "And there are many 'demons' in the abyss."

Triss frowned: "Why do you think there is a way to open the door underneath this?"