Pirate's Infinite Wings

"Well, but it's actually okay." Fang Lang looked at the huge Caster and said with a smile: "After all, after getting bigger, you can face those huge guys, and despite the attack power No increase, but the ability to destroy has also increased a lot."

Caster thought for a while and nodded. Indeed, as Fang Lang said, destructive ability is also very important at certain times, and immediately he no longer struggled, and slowly returned to his normal form and size.

A blue reminder box appeared again in front of Fang Lang: "Congratulations on successfully clearing the seventh maze of Aincrad, do you agree to teleport to the eighth Aincrad?"

Fang Lang naturally didn’t hesitate to point it, and Caster, who was barely included in the system’s teammate system, was naturally wrapped tightly by the blue light curtain like Fang Lang, and then his whole body As always, the beginning slowly dissipated.

With the complete dissipation, Fang Lang and Custer finally reached the eighth floor of Aincrad which was just opened. This time they did not teleport to some special place as unlucky as the last time. It appeared directly in the town center on the eighth floor of Fitras.

Then the two people rushed to the point marked on the map at the same time as before-the restaurant...

After eating and drinking, the two people walked out of the restaurant with their big belly supported by the food, and then started walking towards the north of the town, intending to see the death cemetery they said in the NPC. .

"I'm telling you, this kind of place is definitely buried with huge treasures! Believe it or not!" Caster patted his belly and said firmly to Fang Lang.

Fang Lang glanced at Caster contemptuously at this: "Need you to say? As a pure gold nugget, I know this kind of thing better than you, so please don't show off you in front of me. How about an ignorant and ridiculous IQ."

Hearing Fang Lang's attitude, Custer suddenly became unhappy: "Eh, you just look down on me by saying that? Well, tell me why there are huge treasures buried in the cemetery!"

"Haha!" Fang Lang smiled contemptuously, and said slowly: "Because people of high authority usually put funeral objects in their graves after they die. According to the villagers, the northern part The death cemetery happened to be buried many former high-ranking nobles."

For a while, Custer was blocked by Fang Lang speechless, his face blushed, and he couldn't find any words to refute Fang Lang's statement. He could only give up about that, but his heart did secretly. With a small abacus.

"When I get to the cemetery, I must find the treasure before him! Hmph, let him see people...Ah, hey, look at the spiders. When I find the good things, I will swallow them by myself. !"

The two of them played around like this, and finally came to the destination of their trip-the death cemetery, a place where a legendary hero is said to be buried, just like all the protagonists have the same family history, desolate orphans, occasionally expert advice , Suddenly became stronger overnight, swept away all the invaders and restless, and won a place of rest for the villagers.

If you really want to say that he is not like the protagonist, there is probably only his way of death... a very embarrassing way of death-he was killed by a pig, yes, yes, he is almost the perfect hero. When he was old, he walked on the street and was accidentally thrown to the ground by a pig and rubbed his braids.

Fang Lang looked at the introduction manual he bought from the small black shop and couldn't help but twitched his mouth: "He really is a talent, and his method of death is really unique. He deserves to be the protagonist."

Caster nodded to the side and agreed: "It is reasonable. I have lived for so many years. This is the first time I have seen this kind of talent. In my past years, I have never seen such a wonderful and wonderful person. It deserves to be the protagonist, even the way to die is so peculiar."

While walking like this, the two of them read the introduction manual in their hands, and kept complaining about this brave man who was killed by a pig. After more than half an hour of complaints, they finally came to a place where there was a bit of trouble. Place where treasures are buried with a high probability.

Without saying a word, Custer took out from his backpack with a small shovel bought by Ten Cole and started digging on the ground. Fang Lang was deeply disdainful of this: "When will you dig with this stuff? Things are tools that will only come out later, idiot."

Then Fang Lang took out fifty large shovel bought by Kerr from his backpack and dug directly on the ground. However, after a short while, he dug a big hole in the ground, and he was affected by him. Inspired Custer also dug a big hole after taking out a big shovel.

Suddenly Custer opened his mouth curiously: "According to your words, we are considered to be a tomb robber? Isn't the tomb robber very wicked? Is it really good for us to do this for money?"

Fang Lang thought for a while, and seemed to feel that it was really not so good, so he put down his shovel, and suddenly he flashed a flash of inspiration: "No! We are not tomb robbers. We are called archaeology. We are not doing treasures, but digging out the treasures. The well-known truth of history!"

When Custer heard these words, he felt that Fang Lang's image suddenly became taller, and his eyes could not help revealing a look of worship, and then the movements in his hands couldn't help speeding up. After all, they were doing "good things"!Is not it?

Finally, after the two struggled for more than an hour, they finally got the first harvest. At this time, the sky above the cemetery suddenly began to condense dark clouds, among which Fang Lang and Castell’s heads The dark clouds are the strongest.

"How do I feel that this day is a bit wrong?" Fang Lang frowned and put the necklace studded with many precious stones into his backpack. He suddenly felt the surrounding air become depressed, and couldn't help but say.

"Well, I think so too." Caster also felt the anomaly in the air and said worriedly: "Otherwise, let's go back to the town now. After all, it is almost night. The ghost knows the night on the eighth floor. What monsters will there be." ..