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His abdomen was hit by an enemy, clamped on both sides.

Vera was quicker than Jane the Witch, with a sword in her hand and waved at Wei-

Rub it.

Same as the two previous female warriors, the sword is crisp and broken. Vera's eyelids jumped and Witch Jane stopped Vera instantly. Wei Yan can be replaced with a knife, which is certainly stronger than the decorative knight sword found everywhere in the Palace of Versailles.

“Lemuwana -” Before Wei broke his hand, Witch Jane spoke out.

Wei Yan made a move.

Not really.

Wei Yan was complacent enough to eliminate Witch Jane, but he couldn't possibly have needed a copy clue in Witch Jane's hands.

With regard to the painter Le Muwana, who died in a bloodbath, the code and the hint of the oil painting were divided into two parts, half in Wei Yan's hands and half in Witchcraft's possession.

Unless the clues fit, they can only “violently enumerate” through the level in Nodak's painting labyrinth.

“Clue.” Wei Yan briefly asked, the blade of the blade in the dark clouds of "The Giant" oil painting is wet and cold.

Witch Jane forcibly flattened her heartbeat as she slowly swallowed what seemed to be an open compromise...

The teenager jumped up suddenly, pulling the muscle to react equally quickly, and the fire turned and fled in the cracks of the "giant” and Wei Yan.

Two unarmed A-level practitioners are unlikely to win in front of S-level practitioners carrying machetes.

Wei stared at the back of Witch Jane's escape and lowered his head to wipe the blade.

Then hold the knife handle with both hands.

Behind the witch Jane, the footsteps rang again.

Wei Yan's prediction of the form was extremely precise, and the "giant” was in a messy position, but was stiff to be touched out by the S-level trainee for a limited time. There are many ways to capture Witch Jane, and he chose the one that saved the most effort and efficiency.

Assist the Titans.

Wherever Witch Jane and Vera fled, they must avoid the foot trampled by giants in Spanish towns and then stumble on Wei Yan's head. No matter how snake-shaped they are, Wei Yan can't escape the calculation.

When his strength runs out, Wei Yan will have an absolute advantage in forcing him to ask for the clues he wants.

- And the “weapon” in the entire copy scene was collected by Wei Zhen, and kept by the little sister who was protected behind the scene.

Just one place.

The French army stood still behind the Titans.

Five minutes, Witch Jane covered her ribs to catch her breath. The torrential rain fell from the top of the replica, and between the thunderstorms, he was overshadowed by the gray shadow of his little remaining vision.

As soon as Vera bites her teeth, she pulls a torch out of the post-war ruins and looks for Wei Yan to fight.

Witch Jane quickly wiped the rain off his face, and the wind hung an unknown page on his face. The entire copy contained bodies wrapped in hurricanes, weeds and carry-on luggage as they fled the battlefield with the townspeople. Witch Jane swept the pages of the book, and saw the relevant historical material that was useless and swept aside.

“The Peninsula War (1808-1814), described by Spain as the War of Independence, was one of the glorious achievements of Napoleon Bonaparte, reshaping the glory of France during the reign of Louis XIV…”

The Giant is a serial copy embedded in the court painter's copy. Since it's a copy, there must be a way to crack it.

Witch Jane's curly hair had been moistened by the rain, and he forced Vera, who was equally moist: "Find the weapon first -”

Another page of narrative.

“The Honorable Joseph Bonaparte was crowned King of Spain in 1808, and the Northern Territory of Australia was named after him. The Honourable Francisco Goya, a palace painter, painted the same year…”

Witch Jane's pupils shrunk.

“Palace painter...”

Vera couldn't keep up with him: “What? ”

"The painter of the court, Francisco Goya, is also the painter of the court. ”

Seeing Vera blurry, he explained again: "1808, Napoleon prevailed over the Spanish Resistance Army, appointing brother Joseph as King of Spain. Goya, in the Spanish court of 1808, could only be Joseph's painter. ”

“The Peninsula War at the time. Spain has not only rebels, but also liberals who support Napoleon, who believe that it will bring hope to Spain. Joseph couldn't have appointed the opposition as a palace painter ——"

That is, “Goya is a Spanish liberal. ”

Vera took a long time to understand. "But...”

Runaway copy is not a history paper.

"Goya's position is important," said Witch Jane, holding the blade handle again. ”

Any painting is in the heart of a rectangular artist.

“The Giant, which began in 1808 and was finalized in 1812, describes not Napoleon's aggression against Spain, but the Liberals' initial expectations -”

“Napoleon will guard Spain, which he has annexed, like France. ”

“The main thrust of Giants is not aggression, but glorification. Because the giant is Napoleon.” Witch Jane looks at Vera: “Let's go to E120. ”

Vera: “E120, the giant is there.” She suddenly said, “You mean Napoleon--”

Witch Jane nodded: “Take a bet, will the Titans do it to us? ”

Not far away, the horn of France sounds again. For less than half a minute, the giant came to town again, and the earth was trembling because of his weight. Wei Yan lifted the knife simultaneously and intercepted the two men on one side.

His eyes suddenly got serious.

Witch Jane did not hesitate to go to the giant who was carrying out a range attack.

Titans soar into the clouds, their feet filled with dirt and debris of buildings, like the fierce gods that hover over towns, ready to swallow the whole map--

Witch Jane swallowed slowly towards it, passing through the gap between her two giant feet. The palms of the feet shook, but did not end up running to the two tiny witches like ants.

The two finally came out of the giant's huge shadow.

Unexpectedly, the giant had a bright sunshine behind him - the extraordinary tranquillity of what Goya had never portrayed in the canvas.

“What Goya wants to see.” Witch Jane finally took a long breath. In the supplementary canvas, the French army sumu lined up, and the annexed Spanish lands flourished, all admiring the back of the giants who guarded them.

Vera immediately found Wei Yan's same knife on a trolley filled with ordnance, even a few rusted flames, and pulled out two slices of the action.

Witch Jane quickly equipped herself, far away, Wei Yan finally realized.

The giant, who originally thought it was a copy of BOSS, couldn't handle the players.

The human weapon reacted immediately, but Vera first pointed the fire at Wei Yan.

“The giants trampled on ruins and did not harm civilians. Napoleon wants Spanish territory, not endless killing.” Witch Jane seized every opportunity to regain her strength, and a few hectares stood up: “In the 19th century, the giants were more concerned with the economic benefits of war colonization than with 'extermination’. ”

At the hands of Goya, the Spaniards who fought Napoleon were trapped in panic and tranquillity by those who were willing to be sheltered by Napoleon.

Witch Jane turned around.

Wei Yan saw the fire.

The face of the original winning ticket was discolored, although it was completely unremarkable in the range of Wei Di's facial action.

“Let's go.” Witch Jane grabbed the fire.

With Wei Yan's strength, it's not hard to hide from the 19th century fundamentals. But this is undoubtedly a great opportunity...

“Let's go make a deal with Wei Yan. ”

Ten minutes later.

The Horn of War blows for the third time.

Vera's fire pointed firmly at Wei Yan.

Witch Jane finally pulled out the notebook in her arms: "Exchange clues. ”

The situation was completely different at this time. Wei Yan is no longer in the upper hand, although both sides are still unable to strike a single shot.

A well-made knife is no better than a firearm. If the two teams have to spell you dead and I live, even Witch Jane's mysterious marksmanship can do a lot of suppression to Wei Yan. Moreover, the demands made by Witch Jane are not excessive.

In exchange for clues, the two teams can fight again on the basis of fair rules, without touching Wei Yan's bottom line.

Wei Yan silenced for a long time and finally nodded.

Two notebooks with similar seals were exchanged.

The Sixth Horn of War finally sounds.

The giant led the French army through the last line of resistance, and the sun broke through the clouds, cheering the liberal arms.

“It's over.” Witch Jane relaxes her shoulders.

Napoleon finally conquered Spain and became the new guardian of the Empire at the hands of Goya, the palace painter.

The copy exit was wide open.

Wei Yan first walked out with his teammates, and Witch Jane followed closely. Vera looked at the copy door, which closed slowly: "And Napoleon really ruled Spain? ”

Witch Jane flipped her notebook and shook her head: "No. The Giant is Goya's fantasy. Napoleon's first visit to Spain was enthusiastically welcomed by almost all civilians. ”

“But he broke his promise. ”

“The population found itself deceived, began to resist the French army and was violently oppressed - Spain's most painful and chaotic history. Napoleon was not expelled until the sixth anti-French alliance had successfully fought the French army. ”

Behind the Titans lies darkness heavier than the rain curtain.

“Let's go." Witch Jane made a gesture. Outside the copy is still a long and quiet gallery.

Titans hang quietly.

Several of the paintings around have the same brush strokes and appear to be from Goya's hand.

From 1808, 1812, to 1814, to 1824, the painting breeze suddenly fused. From drawing glorious pictures for the French invaders, to paying tribute to the Napoleonic brothers, to the speckling still life, to the coarse young girls, to the gloomy battlefields, to the massacre of the insurgents by the French army--

Witch Jane tells Vera to look at an oil painting hanging at height.

The giant devoured the white flesh.

Drawn at 1819.

Giants have completely different intentions.

Vera stared for a long time and finally felt: "Goya is changing, too. ”

At the end of the corridor, again, there was an organic sound, and Wei Yan seemed to have pushed the other wall. Both were forced to remain in a copy, and Vera was upset about it.

“The Napoleonic era is over," said Witch Jane with a machete, smiling with comfort: “Welcome back to the Bourbon dynasty. ”

Vera touched her finger and couldn't resist rubbing her little curly hair.

The two men followed the corridor again, and witchcraft analyzed: “Le Muwannabe committed suicide in 1737 after completing his last painting. The painting we're looking for is 170x140cm high and the vintage is 1737...”

Vera wonders: "What's the password on Wei Yan's notebook? ”

Witch Jane shook her head, slowing down: “No password. The clue he had was Lemuana's investigation into the cause of death. ”

Vera grew up with her mouth.

The black notebook spread out again.

“- The palace painter Le Muwana stands at the height of his life, watching, Louis XV Petition. But he was powerless to fight depression and paranoia. He began his schizophrenia a year ago, imagining himself as a victim of a court conspiracy, imagining his colleagues doing whatever it takes to envy his talent - Lemuwana having died of a nine knife assassination after completing his last masterpiece. ”

Long silence.

Vera crucified the painter and then questioned him: "… is the password paranoid? ”

“...” Witch Jane looked at the whitening sweet Vera and shook her head: “It won't be so obvious. Depression, delusion —— there's always a reason. Let's find the painting first. ”

Candlelight again follows the frame.

Vera whispered: "Time to Save the Truth from Lies and Jealousy." There should be at least four protagonists in the picture, with a down payment of 1737. Only the year can be seen from the gallery, and only the wall behind the frame can be pushed to enter the post-oil world - "

Vera suddenly took a pause and looked at the oil painting in the corner: "170x140cm, 1737. ”

In the middle of the scene, four ancient Greek mythical warriors are fighting a duel.

“Push." Witch Jane did not hesitate.

Vera kicked her foot against the wall, and the warrior in the canvas raised his fist and the machine burst. The walls and floor crevices reveal big, dark holes, and the two jump overhead -

A minute later, Witch Jane climbed out of the dirt. This painting is an unnamed author of the Ancient Greek Olympics, the theme sports event. Vera, as a noble girl, could also watch at the observation stand. Witchcraft was stunned by a copy of NPC and ran an 1800. After accidentally running out of the line, she was forced to participate in the final.

Vera patted him: "My pot...”

Witch Jane quickly comforted herself, and a few minutes later they found a second painting that qualified.

The goddess bowed her head in mercy with her hood, and the three warriors bowed to her in piety.

“Only this one fits…” Vera softly reminded.

Witch Jane finally nodded: “Push again. ”

The walls rolled over, and this time after 20 minutes--

The two of them walked out of the copy with numbness on their faces, facing Wei Yan, who had just run 1800 meters.

This Artemis Prayer at the Full Moon is also from an unnamed author. Witch Jane was forced to sing the praises of the Moonlight Goddess among the warriors by copies of the rules, and Vera had to wield a sword beside Artemis to kill the evil soul that attacked the Goddess.

The two teams rubbed their shoulders past, knocking from afar, and there seemed to be other copies of painting cards outside the door.

After Wei faded away, Vera finally complained: “I guess the show crew intentionally...”

The girl suddenly shut down.

The two of them passed through one of the galleries and the surrounding paintings changed.

In galleries, the masterpieces of the same painter are often hung together. There are five or six more drawings of a woman, from a girl to a woman, to a psychic bed lying in front of her.

Vera sighed and took a sip of cool air, but fell in love and looked at it a few more times.

In the middle of the last painting, only the noble woman who died cold.

“There is only one protagonist… unlike Time to Save the Truth, not framed in 1737.” Witch Jane reminds.

Vera looked at the 1736 at the corner of the eye painting, unfortunately: “It's the right size, it's 170X140... although it's not the one we're looking for. ”

And Vera said, “She must be very happy. ”

Witch Jane was stunned.

Vera pulled off her beloved bean suit: “She's looking at the painter, the one with the love. ”

Witch Jane looked carefully and seemed to have nodded her head.

The next hour was long and boring, the two entered the copy again, ran into Wei Yan once, and the C-level exerciser four times. Vera said deeply that if you keep looking like this, you won't be able to eat any better vision.

Witch Jane thought slightly: "We give up a hypothesis. ”

Vera: “What...”

"Canvas paints Time to Save the Truth from Lies and Jealousy," framed in 1737, 170x140cm. Neither of the latter two hypotheses meets the first-- ”

“A painting that can only represent and meets three conditions simultaneously does not exist. ”

Vera frowned. “So how do we find...”

“Abandon assumptions about frame height and width.” Witch Jane finally looked up: “I wondered if there was such a possibility. The 'last painting' mentioned in the notebook, and the painting on the crypto box, is not one. ”

“!!” Vera reacted instantly and the spiritual light flashed: “Then we can directly find the 170X140 that the task requires…”

Witch Jane shook her head: “Use the first two conditions to find it. Appearing on the notebook, highlighted by the ghost, must be an important clue. ”

It's like a pre-exam teaching director personally scoring the exam.

The two of them finally thought clearly, throwing away the frame size limit, and Vera stopped wasting time on a painting that was far from Save the Truth until they walked into a corner a few times along the way ——

Vera inhaled quietly.

Height 180x148, does not meet the third hypothesis. In the middle of the canvas, the longshaved man held a sickle in his hand and lifted the naked goddess in his right hand, knocking two enemies over the ground. One of them was wearing a fake mask.

The witch glanced: "The time to hold a sickle, the Goddess of Truth saved, the lies of a mask on her head, and finally jealousy. ”

Without Jane speaking, Vera kicked the wall.

Two people fell precisely at the buffer point, and a line of small words finally appeared --

Time to Save the Truth from Lies and Jealousy, François Le Muwana. 1737.

François Le Muwana (1688-1737), French Rococo painter.

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