Chapter 367 The passing red dragon? I have to believe and arrive
When D'Artagnan woke up from his coma, he felt unbearable pain all over his body, accompanied by intermittent dizziness. The poisonous mist breath of the eighth-level dungeon weaver was overbearing in the end. Although the tauren had been fed three antidotes in succession,
But there is still a lingering state of poisoning affecting it.
"Where is the Abyss Demon Spider? Where has it gone?"
After thumping his head hard, D'Artagnan finally woke up from his drowsiness. He immediately realized that there was a strong enemy beside him, so he jumped up and raised his battle ax high while nervously searching for traces of the Dungeon Weaver.
However, in addition to the charred or poisoned wolf salamander corpses lying on the ground, the only thing the minotaur found that looked like a demon spider was just a mess of meat residue. But even a few intact spider legs scattered around were strong evidence.
, but after pondering for a long time, the tauren still couldn't believe that the disgusting meat paste-like object in front of him was the remains of the once majestic Abyss Demon Spider, the dungeon weaver who almost wrapped it in a rice dumpling.
"This...this...what's going on?"
After staring at the spider meat paste for almost five minutes, D'Artagnan suddenly came back to his senses and said in surprise to the human mage who had revived him.
"A passing red dragon ate it." Moriarty thought for a while and then wrote it with a serious expression.
Arrogant Snoopy's actual combat trial can be said to be very successful. He did not even need to use the "Fire Mist Barrier", just relying on the upgraded new version of "Fire Poison Sol" and "Thunderbolt Wind Gun" to easily defeat a large number of spider puppets and the demon spider body.
This proves that his "private work" this time is extremely powerful and valuable for reference, and can also be used as a reference for other similar works in the future. Of course, Moriarty would also like to thank the "Melting Pot Tribe" for their support of him
Strong support. Without the many materials in the Torch Prophet's warehouse and Dartagnan's perfect craftsmanship, it would not have been possible to build Arrogant Snoopy to such a perfect level in less than a month.
To be honest, if Moriarty returns to the surface one day, he will definitely miss these good friends in the world of Negon, especially the "heavenly place" of the alchemist in Furnace Hill.
"Red Dragon!?"
Upon hearing the human mage's answer, the tauren was almost so shocked that his bullwhip exploded.
Speaking of which, this "awesomeness" is a bit exaggerated. Even a simple man like D'Artagnan knows that no tauren aunt can't inspire such a powerful guy.
A red dragon passes by? And he helps?
Not to mention that Red Dragon only rarely leaves his lair filled with gold and silver treasures. Even if he does go out occasionally, he must be eyeing a certain dungeon to engage in smash-and-grab and three-light fun.
But now Moriarty said that there was a red dragon who was so idle that he "went shopping" and acted in a very chivalrous manner to save himself and the other three from being bitten. Such a story could even be told to a three-year-old calf.
No one would believe it either.
"Lord Moriarty...this..."
After holding it in for a long time, d'Artagnan really wanted to yell: "We are just pretending to be stupid, not really stupid." But the problem was that the expression on the opposite side of Moriarty was still serious, without the slightest hint of joking. The minotaur then
I lost the courage to continue questioning his "integrity" face to face. I had no choice but to turn my attention to Bokes on the other side.
"It's a red dragon! A red dragon bigger than the Furnace Hill! Suddenly it came out. It slapped the spider to death, then turned around and left."
Seeing the tauren looking at him, the caveman immediately made serious gestures and vividly described the "real situation" at that time.
No matter what, after witnessing the alchemy puppet released by Moriarty easily blasting the Abyss Demon Spider into pieces, the status of human mages in Bokosi's heart was no different than that of gods. Now, even if Moriarty said there was a group of The Red Dragon Collective held a "Dating Corner" here, and then humanely destroyed the Dungeon Weaver who disrupted the situation. The caveman would immediately jump out to agree, and pointed out that the Abyss Demon Spider actually wanted to steal his husband from a certain female dragon. The other party tore it up.
"you…"
Hearing Pocus's wonderful narration, D'Artagnan almost had the illusion that he was deeply intoxicated and had a splitting headache.
How about a giant dragon as big as Furnace Hill? Why do you want him to crawl in and out here!? Do you think the tunnels here can be freely expanded and contracted, and can be retracted and tightened by themselves after being inserted and pulled out!?
It's a pity that when hearing such fallacious and uninhibited words, the human mage opposite him actually nodded calmly, praising Bokosi for remembering it clearly. This made the tauren have no choice but to swallow it no matter how angry he was. Digest it yourself and pass it out like a stuffy fart.
In any case, there is one thing that D'Artagnan is clear about.
Hypothesis, I can only secretly assume that if it wasn't God knows which red dragon killed the Abyss Demon Spider, then it could only be the human mage in front of me who beat the Dungeon Weaver into a pulp. And if you don't want to annoy the other party, you can As for turning himself into a pile of fresh beef paste, the young tauren thought it would be better for him to keep his mouth shut.
"Dardagnan, what do you think? Does the spider poison still affect you?" Moriarty stepped forward to check on the minotaur without continuing to "bully" him.
"never mind."
D'Artagnan shook his head heroically. Even without the help of an antidote, if you rely only on your own immunity, you can detoxify yourself by sleeping for a few days at most. After all, the Minotaur is also a powerful race that has lived in the underground world for thousands of years. If this level of talent existed, I'm afraid they would have been wiped out by Warcraft or other races long ago.
"That's good." Moriarty nodded, and then said to Pokosi on the side: "Take care of the corpses here so that they don't attract other monsters."
The corpses of wolf salamanders pile up like a mountain beside the cold spring. If left unchecked, other carnivores will be attracted soon. And the trio will have to pass by here when returning from the cave ogre, so naturally they don't want to be with some underground monsters. This is a fierce battle.
"Yes, sir!"
The caveman immediately bowed to the order, and then tried hard to pile the wolf corpses in one place, preparing to directly pour kerosene on them to burn the corpses to eliminate traces. Seeing this, D'Artagnan also went up to help. And the Hercules Minotaur took action. , and soon hundreds of wolf salamanders were gathered at the edge of the cold spring, about to be doused with fuel.
"Sir, this?" Finally, Pokes asked, pointing to the last remaining ball of devil spider sauce and a few spider legs.
"My lord, the spider legs of the devil spider are a rare delicacy, and they taste incredible when grilled." At this time, d'Artagnan suddenly came to Moriarty's side, bent down and said in a deep voice.
"Delicious?" Moriarty couldn't help but smile when he saw the young tauren looking so gluttonous for the first time.
"Yes, two years ago, the tribe caught a level 5 magic spider and barbecued it at that time. The taste was so good that I can't say anything about it." D'Artagnan said with absolute certainty. It seemed that the magic spider was not only for the young tauren. It left a deep impression of the battle, but also left a memory of delicious food.
"Okay, then just put it away and eat it when you go back."
Looking at the expectant D'Artagnan again, Moriarty smiled and nodded. Anyway, the Dungeon Weaver's most precious materials, including silk sacs, spider venom, and a puppet bead, have been collected by him.
Of course, he will not be stingy about sharing some delicious food with his extra-dimensional pocket.
Then, Pokosi set the pile of corpses on fire, and the burning smell rose to the sky. The trio continued to move towards their destination under the guidance of the caveman.
I don't know if the aura left by the previous battle on a few people is still there, but they walked down the second tunnel without any obstruction or attack.
About two hours later, they walked out of the narrow passage, and what appeared in front of them was a dangerous terrain that was half cliff and half abyss.
"The cave ogre's lair is up there."
Bokosi hid behind a protruding stalagmite, pointed to a cave on a high cliff, and said.
The cave is about tens of feet above the ground. From the entrance of the cave, there is only a rough stone path about one meter wide connecting the upper and lower parts. Considering the size of the ogre, such a mountain path can be called one of the "one man blocking the pass"
So, next to the mountain path is a deep abyss, which is bottomless and the strong wind is howling.
In fact, there is no need for the cavemen to point it out. Once a few people get close to the cliff, they can smell a strong odor. That is the natural body odor of the ogre, and since he never takes a bath, it is extremely strong. Although such a smell can effectively expel it.
Mosquitoes, flies and other ants can also stun ordinary people. Only the ogre can endure it, and even smells it as a scent.
At the same time, carnival roars and miserable cries continued to be heard from the cave on the cliff. There is no doubt that the cave ogres are still enjoying the "feast". And torturing and killing the "food",
It has always been the banquet repertoire of the ogres.
"Sir, us?!"
When he heard the screams of the tribesmen, Bokosi's blood boiled and he just wanted to go up and save him.
"It's too late." Looking at the caveman, Moriarty shook his head regretfully: "Now that we have entered the lair, according to the cave ogre's habit, he must bite off the prey's hands and feet first. The ogre's saliva
There are strong corrosive bacteria, and even if your compatriots are rescued, they won't survive much longer."
"But…"
Hearing this, Bokosi's expression immediately froze and his whole body trembled. Then he lowered his head and could no longer say anything. Although he wanted to fight for it again, he knew that the Master would not deceive him without reason. Since Mori
If Artis said this, then those tribesmen would really be hopeless.
"Don't be sad, wait until I go up to kill those ogres and avenge you!"
After the battle with the Demon Spider, d'Artagnan and Bokos fought side by side, and they had somewhat developed a comradeship. Seeing the caveman so sad, the tauren stepped forward to regain his place.
"Do you have any plans?" Moriarty suddenly asked after looking at d'Artagnan.
"Plan? Don't you just call us directly?"
The tauren looked at the human mage with some confusion. In the world of the Minotaur, war always has only one rhythm, which is attack, attack, and attack again. As for planning strategies, that is only done by people as cowardly as the dark elves.
He knows how to use it. Of course, he would not dare to say this directly even to death.
"Oh? Really?" Looking at the young tauren, Moriarty suddenly smiled: "Okay, come on, I'll take care of you here." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
