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Aller dans les décor avec oni-Link [ 7 ]
 
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par linking13 le 23/03/2008
 


Faites le secret star avec oni-Link et allez au nord du Bourg Clocher. Montez sur l'échafaudage avec un type dessus puis sautez sur le hauvent(?) de paille, celui à gauche de la porte pour aller au marais. Allez sur la plate forme avec un coffre puis sautez en faisant une roulade (pour sauter plus loin) sur le rebord du bâtiment de la chasse au trésor, mais essayez de ne pas sauter trop loin ou vous tomberez dans le vide. Sur le rebord continuez à droite, vous êtes alors dans les décor et vous pouvez même ouvrir la porte du stand de tir, mais le jeu restera bloqué et vous tomberez dans le vide à l'infini.


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