League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"There is no small problem in matters concerning human life. If you live to see people die, you must see corpses. Summarize the experience of accidents. In the mine, no matter what the problem is, you can't fool the past with vague words. In the future, you must do a good job in the training of miners. Work, whether it is to draw a map of the mine road with animal skins, or make some obvious wayfinding signs, it is necessary for the miners to confirm their location more clearly…”

"Lord Lord, I understand, I will start preparing immediately when I go back today."

Looking at the man in front of him who was extremely respectful to him, Lester nodded,

Blister, a Mumbia man, is still very capable. He knows how to count, and has a way to control it. It's better to control the mines in the Silver Mountains.

Ten minutes later, after walking through several forks, the terrain extended downwards, suddenly becoming a bit steep, with many hollows and bottomless pits on the ground.

Compared with the previous mine tunnel, the supporting beams here are obviously much less. At this moment, more than a dozen construction craftsmen are carrying new wooden beams to stand on the ground, connecting the cave with rock nails and lime mud. with cave roof.

"Lord Lord, this is the mine tunnel of the third branch. It was developed by us the day before yesterday. It is currently in the reinforcement stage. Now the miners are all working in the previous mine tunnel. I don't know why that Gut came here alone...

Hello! Joey! How is the work done here? "

Hearing the voice, a bearded man in a durable burlap work coat straightened up, looked around, trotted to the three of them, took off his miner's hat and gave a salute.

"The lord and the lord's wife, Ankang...

Sir Billister, the terrain here is extremely complex, with many passages, and many pits and holes, which are extremely dangerous.

In addition to the eight wooden beams and three stone pillars that need to be laid, the holes in the ground need to be filled with lime mud, and the third wooden beam is currently being laid…”

Hearing that the gray-faced middle-aged bearded man called herself the lord's wife, Margaret twitched a little, and quietly glanced at Lester in front of her. After realizing that Lester did not deny it, He seemed to have thought of something, and his face was as red as a steamed lobster. Fortunately, the depths of the mine were too dim, and no one could see this.

"Is there any news from Rupert and the others?"

"Report to your lord, no one from Foreman Rupert's search team has returned."

Frowning his brows, Billister sensed something was wrong.

"Didn't they go in in the morning? No one has come out yet? Didn't I tell him to send someone out every once in a while to report the safety? What did he take my words for? Did he ignore it!?"

"Okay, Billister, being angry doesn't solve any problems."

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm a little out of my mind, but I'm a little angry when I think that I have told Rupert that he is still making his own decisions..."

Blister waved his hand to show that the apologetic Blister didn't need to care. Lester looked at Joey, the construction craftsman.

"You mean, the search team entered deeper into the mine from here, and hasn't come back yet?"

Turning to look at Lester, craftsman Joey nodded and explained.

"Lord Billister is right. Rupert should send someone to report that he is safe. There should be five people in the search team, and there should be no one who can't be spared..."

He took out a well-made brass hourglass tipper from the animal skin pocket, and by the light of the flame, Joey squinted and determined the time.

"It's almost noon now, Lord, even if Gut can't be found, according to the usual habits, Rupert should come out for lunch..."

"Take me to the entrance of the mine on the next floor."

"Okay, please come with me, and be sure to pay attention to the holes under your feet."

Picking up a torch from the rock wall, Joey explained, in order to prevent Lester from misunderstanding that he had made a mistake.

"There is no coal or other fuel minerals in this layer, so there is no need to worry about open flames."

"I understand, you lead the way."

"Yes."

Following behind Lester and others, it seemed that she had really become a 'Lord's Lady'. Margaret no longer had a sullen face, and carefully experienced the novel feeling she had never had before.

Carefully stepped through a few inconspicuous small pits, followed the crowd for dozens of meters, and came to a corner.

Margaret set her eyes on the mouth of a black hole that was vertically downwards. With the light from the torch in Joey's hand, the girl looked down.

Under the black cave, there are intermittent rock formations that are as tall as adults, not the previous continuous rock slopes. That is to say, going down from this layer requires considerable climbing ability. It's just that such a change is a bit too abrupt.

Suddenly, these square stones seem to have been deliberately dug by tools.

The black cave that engulfed the flames looked a little quiet and eerie, and it was pitch black when you could see nothing further down. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"We didn't find this place before, it was originally blocked by a large rock, until the round boulder collapsed the loose rocks nearby due to its own weight, and then rolled down by itself, exposing the pit opening. ."

"Have you organized people to go down and have a look?"

"Lord Lord, we discovered this hole not long ago, and we haven't organized anyone to check it out. This time, it was because Gut disappeared that Foreman Rupert led the search team down to find someone."

Speaking of which, for fear that his lord would decide to go on an adventure as soon as he clapped his head, Joey quickly added.

"Lord Lord, we should stop going now, not to mention that the road is not easy to walk, the main thing is that we lack the necessary tools, including rock climbing ropes, miners' climbing claw shoes or fully enclosed oil lamps... Without these tools, we It would be dangerous to go down."

Nodding his head, Lester didn't say anything yet. From the next floor of the black cave came the screams of hiss and lungs, followed by the numb footsteps that made the scalp numb, and countless rats. Kind of 'squeak', the terrifying sound is getting louder and louder.

"It's Rupert! He's down there! How about you, Rupert!?"

Grabbing Joey, the craftsman who had just persuaded him not to go down, Lester glanced at the pale Blister and the calm Margaret, grabbed Joey's torch, and threw it directly down. go.

The torches tumbled and fell on the intermittent rock platforms, rolling down to the deepest point. Lester looked closely and estimated that the depth was about twenty meters.

Less than two seconds after landing, the cotton torch wrapped in animal fat and vegetable oil began to burn violently, and then a staggering man screamed and approached the torch, madly climbing towards the steep rocky high platform.