After Norman’s final formation adjustment, the formation was opened, and almost everyone could see Norman’s move, and everyone took a step forward as he had just done.

Strictly speaking, it is not accurate to direct their pace by visual inspection without Norman’s hand adjustment, and it is difficult to ensure consistency with Norman. This mysterious problem, especially the maze, is prone to problems if it is not accurate
However, both the Knights Templar and Norman consciously ignored this problem, because if we really want to ensure that everyone is consistent with Norman, there will be too much construction and preparation, but they have no time.
The Knights Templar are not Notre Dame. The only thing they want is that Norman can live, others can save nature, but if they can’t, they can also acquiesce that these people are dead. Adjusting the formation before and letting everyone see Norman as much as possible is just the last personal thing.
Of course, none of this is known to others.
"Move one step to the right"
After the new data appeared, Shenwei Taihu Lake’s super computing power was soon completed, so Lancelot continued to guide Norman …
Lancelot directed Norman to move with Isabella step by step. Without a fixed direction, it was not like finding a way out, but like dancing leisurely with Isabella at the court ball.
Others are following closely.
They walked like this for a long time, and there was still nothing around them, which made some people in the queue start whispering.
"Who is this guy?"
"I don’t know"
"Can he really take us out?"
"The saints follow him. We can trust him."
"I think the kind saint was cheated by this guy. Even if you think about it, you can’t even teach the big shots. How can a barbarian with a muscle and no brains at first glance have a way?"
"I’m a little sorry. Maybe I should stay there and wait for death quietly instead of waiting until I’m exhausted. I don’t deserve this."
……
These are the logistics personnel.
Because Hardy’s secret work was done very well, these people didn’t know Norman’s "true identity", and most of them didn’t know Norman’s office at all. They whispered to each other to vent their current tragic situation and dissatisfaction with Norman’s body
Compared with knights who have been specially trained in combat, their discipline is really poor.
But fortunately, Daunic, who is experienced in combat, let the knights intersperse in the array to play a restraint. Finally, he did not let the formation fall apart or move with Norman’s pace
And Agnes in front of them silently moved Norman in her eyes with his footsteps quietly.
Hardy, too, is not as calm as it seems.
When Norman came to see him just now, he was less than half an hour away from the collapse of the maze. After a series of summoning, arranging and adjusting the formation, they were running out. But now Norman has been walking for a long time and there is still no change, which makes Hardy’s heart anxious.
But Mahadi heart thumped.
It’s not that there is any change in this virtual maze, but that Norman has changed.
Hardy can clearly see Norman’s eyebrows trembling, his face trembling and his teeth locked, which seems to be very painful.
Norman is really in pain now
He had walked according to Lancelot’s instructions step by step, steadily and attentively, adjusting the pace of himself and Isabella, but as he walked, he suddenly felt a pressure oppressing his spirit.
This pressure was not great when it first appeared, but with every step he took, it would increase correspondingly until he stretched his spirit tightly and seemed to be ready to break.
Thanks to Norman’s recent practice method through Lancelot, he constantly honed his spirit all the time, not only his spirit, but also his tolerance for pain was further improved. Otherwise, if he changed before the entrance examination, Norman might really not be able to hold on. At this moment, he has been crushed by the tremendous pressure of blessing his spirit.
In that case, it is a question whether we can continue walking or not.
"What’s the matter with you?"
Isabella is opposite Norman and can see Norman’s painful expression more clearly than anyone else. I can’t help but ask
Norman did not answer.
His appearance was blessed by Norman, and everyone could hear him. It was not suitable for chatting, and Isabella couldn’t help if she said it.
So he gritted his teeth and endured this pain and continued to take a step according to Lancelot’s instructions and dragged Isabella to take this step.
When Norman Siming resisted the pressure and tried to adjust Isabella’s position, he suddenly heard Isabella shout in front of him.
"Fire!"
Is it on fire?
Norman looked down at Isabella’s frightened eyes and saw the virtual burning near his feet.
This piece of emptiness has finally appeared.
Chapter one hundred and twenty-five Bath fire
The young man with brown hair, known as the cunning fox, sat in the arbor and drank with the short figure in his thirties at the east dune where the envoy disappeared outside the maze.
The oak barrel next to the two of them opened. In this hot summer, it was actually transpiration. If you put your head together, you can see that it is full of mellow red wine, but there is still a long strip of ice in the red wine.
Maybe it’s a little long when it’s soaked. The shape of the ice is not obvious, but it seems to be a dagger shape.
"Manton manor wine is so sweet every time you drink it …"
Short stature Although someone is short, his serious appearance is quite gentlemanly.
"It’s just that your method is too rough. It’s a pity that the taste of ice cubes in wine is a little worse after all."
The young man said lazily, "We Mr. Mage didn’t help you to ice the red wine, and you know that I can make an ice dagger so accurately, so don’t care too much."
The first-level spell ice dagger is a plastic spell that many black wizards like. It is a classic first-level spell with good lethality and low difficulty. Now it is used by this young man to ice red wine. I don’t know if he is still creative.
The two men were drinking wine here, and the old man in plain clothes sat quietly in repose.
But suddenly, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the mission disappearing.
Young people and stout people are alert people, and they immediately notice the movement of the old man.
After they looked at each other, the brown-haired young man asked, "What happened to Mr. Stanley?"
Stanley couldn’t take his eyes off the mission’s disappearing direction without looking at him. It took him a long time to say, "There is a disorder in the maze, and one of them should try to crack it."
The brown-haired young man smiled and said, "No matter what they do with the lock, it’s in vain, and haven’t they tried it just now?"
He shook his head and picked up the glass again, but Stanley stopped him.
"No, this is different."
There was a doubt in Stanley’s eyes. "They don’t have magic to break the lock, they don’t respond, they react in a maze."
"No magic?"