"It helped a lot." I held the little princess on my lap and slid down on my back. Claire in front of me fired arrows downward one after another. The snow below collapsed and a red light came out of the hole.
I felt happy, there was indeed something under the snow
My feet landed on the solid stone ground after Claire, and I saw the magic lamp on the wall for the first time. This was a sign that someone lived in the cave.
Claire shouted: "Get down!" I immediately held down the little princess's head and quickly leaned down.
A series of gunshots rang out, and a row of red light grazed my back, hitting a mouse as big as a pig not far away. The mouse was all white, with black eyes shining. It fell on its back, its body
Keep twisting and making shrill screams
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[Fang-Toothed Rat] (Level 70, Elite) HP: 75000 Attack: 7000 Defense: 7000 Skill: Piercing Description: Rats living on the plateau of the chaotic continent are huge in number and have extremely strong fecundity.
After the death of this rat, a group of fanged rats emerged from the cave behind it. There were at least a hundred of them. When I saw it, I wanted to stand up, but Claire pushed me down. There was a sound like a mortar being fired and a red light the size of a football.
The ball flew over my head, hit the pile of rats, and exploded.
Bang bang...
There was another series of gunshots. I lowered my head and wondered, isn't this a world of swords and magic? But I felt the atmosphere of World War II with heavy artillery fire.
After an explosion, all the fang-toothed rats were blown apart, their fur was burnt black, and they emitted an unpleasant smell like burning.
"Humans! Where did you come in from?" We were spotted on the other side. Eight of them stood side by side. They looked at us with astonishment as if they were seeing ghosts. They were all short men about 1.2 meters tall, with faces full of surprise.
The bearded man was holding something like a musket in his hand. Behind them was a metal tracked vehicle that looked like a tank.
I patted the dust on my body, walked up to them and stretched out my hand: "Uncles, I am from the ground." The short man looked at me with round eyes, and the muscles in his face twitched, as if he was very angry. I retracted my hand.
I scratched my head, did I say something wrong?
"Master, they are about the same age as you," Claire kindly reminded me.
"No!" I looked at their beards, which were as long as the waist. One of them, a dwarf, put his musket on his shoulder and looked up at us: "Ignorant humans, having a beard does not mean that
This is an uncle”
"I didn't mean it." I didn't want to get entangled in this issue, so I asked, "Are you Castinian?" These dwarves seemed to have their tails stepped on. Eight muskets were pointed at me, and even the barrels of the tracked vehicles were fired.
Aiming at us, Claire pulled the little princess and I behind her and shouted: "Don't be rude to my master."
"Night Elf?" One of the dwarves opened his mouth: "Is God going to abandon the Castine family again? First they hit a rat's nest, and now they meet humans and elves."
I said angrily: "Sweat! Although we are all living creatures, don't put us side by side with mice."
Another dwarf said: "Who sent you here? Where did you hear the word Castine?" I unfolded the scroll of the Odyssey Council of Elders and faced them so that they could see clearly: "The Odyssey people asked me to find
Please take me to see your elders about your whereabouts."
"You lied! The Odyssians were cursed by darkness for 200,000 years and became undead."
"That's true, but they were rescued a while ago. Otherwise, how would I know the whereabouts of the Kasdin tribe and the Anjur tribe?"
As soon as I finished speaking, the roof cover of the metal crawler car was opened, and a green-skinned little man came out from inside. He was a little shorter than a dwarf, and he was as tall as a six or seven-year-old human child. This little man was
The goblin has a long head, big eyes, a pointed nose, and a pointed chin.
The goblin sat on the tracked vehicle's gun barrel and asked: "Have the Odyssians really been rescued?"
"Of course," I explained again, and they still looked dubious: "I really should ask Andrew to open a letter of introduction for me. It's really troublesome to explain."
At this moment, Claire showed a warning look and said: "Master, we should leave here immediately." She pointed to the hole in the direction of the fanged rat and said: "There are many, many things coming to us, and they will soon be here."
Will be here”
"It's a fanged rat." The goblin who was sitting leisurely on the barrel jumped up in panic and suddenly turned into the tracked car: "I forgot to block the rat hole."
A large swarm of white-haired mice came out, more than before. The dwarf panicked and tried to throw magic bullets, but the red bullets fell all over the floor. I said angrily: "Damn it! You can do this kind of thing."
Can forget"
"It's not because of your appearance that I was distracted." The goblin didn't forget to make excuses in the car. I immediately cut out [Apollo's Gun] and asked: "What are you going to use to plug the mouse hole?"
It won’t be steel or cement.”
A dwarf said: "You still have time to joke. If you are really sent by the Odyssians, please help."
I chuckled. I didn't pay attention to these rats at all. I threw a bunch of Dark Moon and slashed at them. The black crescents penetrated the bodies of more than ten fanged rats in a row. After they were hit, they were all knocked away. Their heads were
There are 4000 to 12000 points of damage floating on the
After more than twenty Dark Moon Slashes, the mouse's energy and blood were all bottomed out. The little princess easily added a light-extinguishing bomb, and Claire was finished without even taking a shot. The dwarves hurriedly loaded their muskets. There was no need to shoot.
A cylindrical object was ejected from the barrel of the tracked vehicle and fell into the mouse hole with a roaring sound. The cave was blocked by rocks! It turned out that they had created the avalanche.
"Friends of Castin, what are your expressions?" The dwarf aimed his gun at us and backed away slowly, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Is this how you treat your guests?" I was supposed to write a letter of introduction to resolve the misunderstanding. It was too tiring to communicate with them.
The goblin got out of the crawler and said: "The prophet predicted that when light and darkness appear at the same time, it will be the moment of fate for the two families of Castin and Anjur, life or death!" Fighting together did not build trust and friendship.
, was disturbed by some inexplicable prophecy. The light in the words is the little princess, and the darkness must be me.
"Please take me to see your elders and I will explain everything." I had a headache. At this time, I went to their elders to hand over the task. They looked at each other for a while and seemed to have no idea, so they had to agree to my request.
Led by the dwarves, I visited their underground city. Even though they were small, the cave was very wide, probably for the convenience of running tanks.
The dwarf Kasdin tribe is proficient in forging, and the goblin Anjur tribe is proficient in engineering. They joined forces to make a turning tool to carve a mountain into all directions of passages and bedrooms.
There are geothermal hot springs here, the temperature is constant at about 20 degrees, and there are small underground farms. Goblins use the magic power of [white crystal stone] to create sunlight, and the crops... are all eaten by fanged rats until nothing is left.
I also learned that they came to the Chaotic Continent automatically, and the life they had been living here was still very prosperous, and the population was growing rapidly. When they were digging a new cave for living, they unfortunately dug a mouse nest.
The peaceful life was broken. Dwarves and goblins filled the mouse holes everywhere, and everything became a mess. From time to time, gunshots were heard.
Those people took me to the cave where the patriarch lived, and just then a dwarf girl reported to a fat old man: "Elder, all the food we stored has been eaten, not even the seeds are left. What should we do?"
manage?"
The fat old man's answer was quite creative: "Aren't there still rats? If they eat our food, we will eat them."
"..."
"Patriarch, are you serious?" The girl trembled all over and shuddered, probably imagining the scene of eating rat meat.
At this time, a little old man rushed in from beside us, holding something in his arms. A fishy smell emanated from him: "Chief Wharton, the mouse soup you ordered." He opened the lid and a smell of
The choking smell filled the room. I immediately took out a handkerchief and covered my nose. The egg-yellow mouse soup bubbled with bubbles the size of glass balls, as if lead had turned into mercury water. The girl suddenly retched and ran away from me.
Ran out beside me
Chief Wharton frowned after smelling the smell, and asked the old man delivering the soup, "Have you tasted it?" The old man's face changed after hearing this: "Where do I have the courage?"
Wharton filled half a tablespoon of soup and drank it bravely. His old face turned purple, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
"The patriarch has fainted, what should I do, what should I do?" The old chef panicked, holding Elder Wharton's head, shouting and making a fuss.
This happened to me as soon as I came here. After we finished talking and handed over the task, you were fainting. I was convinced! What is this all about? "Don't panic, old man, call your doctor quickly."
"Yes, doctor!" The old chef nodded mechanically, seemed to be a little more awake, and asked again: "Where is the doctor?"
"Damn, how do I know?"
After a while, a goblin doctor hurried in, opened Elder Wharton's eyelids, and shouted: "The patriarch has been poisoned and needs to take an antidote."
"Then take the medicine quickly." I was more anxious than them. My task hadn't been handed over yet. When the doctor heard this, he actually cried: "The rats have eaten all the medicine."
"Depend on!"
When she was anxious, the little princess took out a bottle of cyan potion from her pocket, opened the old man's mouth and poured it in. Then she stood up and waved the [Apollo Scepter], and a white light blessed Elder Wharton.
Old Man Wharton let out a long snort in his nasal cavity, and the dwarves around him cried with joy: "The patriarch is alive, the patriarch is alive, it's great!" Wharton slowly opened his eyes and spat out a sentence with difficulty: "Rat meat."
"You can't eat it." Everyone was sweating wildly! It's up to you to summarize this, we have all seen it
