Chapter 351： History text!

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It's still changing tonight.

......Dividing line......

Albana now gathers the sight of the whole country. In just a few minutes, the riots in the city spread throughout the entire Alabastan.

"Report! King Cobra was killed by unknown people, and now the city has no heads. There has been a large-scale riot in downtown Albana, and most of the defenders on the city wall have been evacuated."

Listening to the news that the order came back, the little leader of the Baroque work agency planted in the rebels was ecstatic, immediately pulled out the long knife around his waist and shouted, "Brothers! Cobra has been killed. Now! Everyone rush with me! "

what? !!

Cobra ... dead?

Countless soldiers looked up at him blankly, some did not believe their ears.

These people do not practice day and night, and endure hunger and starvation, do they not hope that one day they can break into the capital and pull Cobra, the sinner out of the gate, and behead it?

Why did he die suddenly?

And aren't we nationals of Alabastan? Now that the culprit is ambush, why attack Albana?

Some people think they don't understand it, but almost everyone around them is rushing forward, so they are wrapped up and become part of the large army.

However, such people are generally a minority, and most soldiers understood immediately after hearing the command of the commander.

Alabastan ... It's going to change!

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The underground funeral hall of Alabastan is located in the capital city, only a little distance from the royal palace. It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that the most mysterious place in this country is actually below this bland sand. You must know that the patrols in the city pass here every day, and they can be regarded as people coming and going.

Or ... the grave bounces?

Looking at Cobra's incomprehensible opening of the secret door, Robin could only feel what the black effect under the lamp was.

The funeral hall was dark inside, but there were a few torches just off the door. They were taken off and lit. Robin handed it to Cobra and pushed him: "Let's play tricks, lead the way!"

Taking the torch silently, Cobra stepped into the passage without a word.

The walls along the way are painted with mysterious ancient pictures and texts. These are the precious cultural relics handed down by the Nafilutari family from ancient times, and the Robins who are watching are fascinated. Along the way, she took out notes and wrote pictures on it.

Passing through the passage, there is a funeral room where the tombstones of the kings of the past are placed, and the coffins made of fine bluestone are neatly listed in it, with a solemn atmosphere. The engraved picture of the dog's head carved in the coffin, no matter which direction he looked at, seemed to be looking at himself.

Looking at his ancestors, Cobra felt a bit of pain in his eyes, and said, "The historical text is in front of you. You can order them to stop the war now!"

"Ah, now I'm not sure if you're telling the truth, so don't worry." Robin said to Cobra with a smile. "When I've seen the historical text, I promise to stop them."

Facing this answer, Cobra didn't say much, closed his mouth and led the way. Through the funeral room, the breeze coming from all directions can be judged that the darkness in front of me is a large space.

Cobra raised his torch and bumped it in a groove in the corner of the wall. Then, a fire snake meandered up, quickly lit up along the groove, and illuminated the whole space.

This is indeed a very empty place. Except for dozens of stone pillars for support, there is only one huge stone monument standing in the center of the hall.

It was engraved with incomprehensible text and graphics, and it looked full of history. And a corner entwined with dry vines adds a bit of quaint charm to this stele.

Looking at the familiar text on it, Robin's torch fell to the ground involuntarily.

"History ... text, I finally found you ..."

He pursued countless days and nights in front of himself, and at this moment Robin could not tell what he felt in his heart.

It is because of this that he was foster-fed by his mother at the age of two, because he ate a devil's fruit and spent a miserable childhood.

Because of this, O'Hara was destroyed by a cannon, leaving her and her mother apart from each other, and making herself a "child of the devil" that everyone is afraid of.

It is because of this that one's life can be so miserable. Only through constant betrayal and deceit can one maintain his life like this ...

In pursuit of the truth, Robin has forgotten how much he suffered and how tired he was.

But at this moment, when she was really standing in front of the text of history, she found that she didn't know how to describe her feelings.

Excited, or indifferent, not even herself.

After a slight disorientation, Robin slowly walked in front of the huge stele, remembering it word by word.

Looking at Robin's performance, Cobla flashed a bit of hatred in his eyes. While the other party was immersed in the historical text, he quietly pressed a diamond-shaped decoration on the wall.

Rumble!

Collapse ... click!

The sudden thunder thunder interrupted Robin's thoughts. She turned to look at Cobra and asked softly, "What did you do?"

With all this done, Cobra sighed with relief, sitting on the ground with his butt. Facing Robin's inquiry, his expression was very calm: "The king's tomb, you should know how terrible the organs are. If you are really an archeologist ..."

"Now this closet has been completely closed by more than a dozen large stones weighing hundreds of tons, and the ventilation openings have been blocked. Moreover, tons of seawater are being driven by the authorities to move here.

Speaking of this, Cobra suddenly laughed: "You'd better call and tell them to stop the war immediately, or else ... just die here!"

It seemed to verify what he said, and there was a clamor in the dark. There was a water outlet right next to Cobra. The raging seawater was like a fountain, and a large amount of water poured into the closet.

Cobra felt that he had a chance to win, and he believed that even the son of a devil would be afraid of death.

but!

Robin gave him a quiet glance at ~ www.novelhall.com ~ without speaking, and calmly turned back to read the historical text. Cobra's eyes narrowed when he did not act according to common sense. He found that he seemed to ignore something important.

With the passage of time, the sea water had not passed the ankles of the two, Robin looked a little tired, holding the stone monument with one hand, panting quickly.

"Hurry up and stop that **** war! Otherwise you will really die here! Nicole Robin!"

Cobra was a little panicked, and he found that even in this desperate situation, the opponent's face did not change. How similar that look is to myself.

It was a look that didn't report any motivation to live!

Not despair, just calm ... want to die.

At this moment, Robin suddenly said faintly: "As you said, the king's tomb is full of organs. Of course, as an archeologist, I know best."

"So, even if I actually call to stop the war, you can't stop this agency, right?"