Although Hank Evans was very fast, the Beastman reacted faster. His huge claws suddenly grabbed his hand holding the knife, pinched it hard, and smashed his hand heavily on the ice wall.
After smashing twice, Hank Evans gave up, let go of his hand, and the tank dagger fell to the ground.
The beastman roared, and Guru began to roar in a low but deafening manner. Hank Evans felt that not only his ears were deaf, but even his own diaphragm was shaken.
The thing hugged him from behind, spreading Hank Evans's arm, trying to tear the body of the fragile mortal in half.
Hank Evans screamed, desperate resistance was far superior to his own strength.
But he is about to die.
Death is in a moment—
The pain made Hank Evans reach his hand into his mouth, pull out the needle sandwiched between his teeth, and then pulled it out hard. The needle scratched his tongue and a burst of blood gushed out.
Hank Evans held the needle in his hand, crossed the back of his head and stabbed him at the other party.
The next second, the orc screamed and threw him out.
After Hank Evans landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood from his throat, while the beastman covered his eyes and threw it wildly in the cave.
A large amount of liquid and dirty blood gushed out of its head, and it began to howl in anger, with deafening echoes.
Hank Evans rolled and crawled and picked up the rifle, but the Orc turned around and slapped him into the hole.
"Uh!"
Hank Evans's shoulder hit the ice wall hard, then leaned back against the wall, and finally slid to the ground.
He felt his shoulder blades seem to have cracked.
The orcs closed their blind eyes and rushed straight towards Hank Evans, with pus constantly rising from their eyes
His laser gun was thrown far away, but the knife was right in front of him.
Hank Evans walked to the knife, held it, squatted down and turned around, facing the attacker.
But suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the mutant with his back facing the hole exploded and was blown into both ends from his waist.
The beast, which was almost divided in half, fell down, and a large pool of steaming blood was quickly cooled down.
A tall figure blocking the light appeared at the entrance of the cave.
"boss?"
"Fortunately, I installed a locator on you, or I might have to use my skin to pull you out of the cult's toilet."
Rozim put the hot melt gun into the holster at his waist and walked into the cave.
He was wearing a bloated coat, with a huge backpack behind him, and a layer of ice was formed on his eyepiece, and a large amount of heat immediately leaked out when he pulled down his breathing mask.
Then, the two squatted in the ice cave together and lit a piece of emergency fuel.
"I don't think you don't speak. What's wrong? Is your tongue hurt?"
Hank Evans breathed.
"It's okay, the wound is scratched very neatly, as cold as my knife to kill fish."
He said that, but in fact, the swollen tongue in his mouth felt as uncomfortable as if he had a bed sheet stuffed in his mouth. Even though he endured the pain and didn't want to embarrass his eyes in front of his boss, he still couldn't hide the severe pain of the wound on his leg.
"let me see."
Rozim walked to the medical bag and pulled open it, removing the fixing clip from it, which was frozen as well, but Rozim put it on the flame to quench it, then pinched the wound on the other person's thigh with the clip, and then sprayed disinfectant on the wound.
Then, Rozim leaned against the fire and warmed it up for a while, threaded the suture into the needle and handed the dagger to Hank Evans.
"Bit the hilt of the knife."
Hank Evans did as he did, but when Rozim stitched the torn flesh together, he still couldn't resist the severe pain and screamed.
"My mother!!!"
"Don't scream! I'm so embarrassed by the battle group. The Astat people didn't even call you like you!"
"Hiss-Boss, the last time you used a health care servant, you were trapped in that place by a metal ring. When you asked Priest Loken to uncondom you, you called even more than me--ah!"
Rozim pulled hard, then bit off the rope, tied the thread to the end, and applied a layer of antibacterial gel to the wound.
"Besides, I'll stew you this bad thing!"
Rozim packed up his tools, threw a piece of ice into the small pot, and then put the pot on the fire.
"Boss, why do we sneak down?"
After a while, Hank Evans took a sip of hot water and finally relieved the tension of the day.
"Have you heard a saying that risks and opportunities are equal."
"What opportunity?"
Perhaps because his tongue was too swollen and painful, Hank Evans spat another saliva.
Rozim smiled and watched the ice water boiling in the pot.
"You probably forgot the last time we made a big deal in Amyddoton. There are treasures everywhere in places like this... I recently planned to open a new store in Shangchao, but the rent in that place is very expensive. If you honestly want to earn that money for a hundred years."
"But what should we do if we are discovered? Leaving our post without permission,"
Rozim was amused and threw some dehydrated pieces of food into the bubbling pot and stirred.
"The soldiers have all gone to the ground, what are the positions left? Where can I wash dishes every day?"
The dried bean soup was cooked and Rozim poured the soup into two tin cups.
"And I heard that Pai Shangxing's lizard meat tastes great. If we don't get some back to the kitchen, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"
At this time, night had already fallen, and the strong wind outside the cave was still howling, but it seemed to increase the intensity of screaming. The two sat together in the relatively warm cave, watching the fire.
They had only four pieces of fuel left, and Rozim was carefully maintaining the fire.
"Boss, how long do we have to stay here?"
Hank Evans's tongue was still swollen and his speech was vague, so he spat again.
"Wait for someone, if you don't keep your moisture, the wind will blow you dry in a few hours. Keep your moisture well and stop spitting."
After drinking the soup, Rozim said to his helper:
"I'll take a moment, and you'll call me in five hours."
As he said that, he fell asleep with his cloak.
Hank Evans had no choice but to hold on and endure the severe pain that penetrated his bone marrow.
It was not until four hours later that he slowly stood up, and the fire had already been extinguished.
He moved slowly in the cave, enduring injuries on his shoulders, legs and mouth, and then squatted down tremblingly and pulled out the dagger, but it was not an assassination action, but was about to throw the dagger at a monster that was about to enter the entrance of the cave.
It looks about three meters wide and is about three meters wide, and is wrapped in shadows.
Hank Evans wanted to wake Rozim up, but was afraid of disturbing him.
Just as he suppressed his breathing and grabbed Rozim, the thing suddenly moved!
"boss!!"
"Ao!"
"Hmph--"
After a storm, Hank Evans leaned on the ground with his butt raised, his dagger almost flew to the top of the cave, while Rozim sat up rubbing his temples, and the big guy who suddenly broke in stood in front of the rekindled bonfire.