Gordon immediately turned back and retreated to the foot of the cliff. He never expected that the fragrance of gem flowers would spread so quickly and so far. Looking around, colorful animal patterns flashed like waves, from the river in the west to the river in the north.
The rocky beach and the jungle to the east swept over him. He had no choice but to climb over the cliff and escape to the south, but he must have been surrounded by ferocious beasts there too.
Gordon's eyes flashed, and he suddenly pulled out the ice chrysanthemum dagger, jumped up the cliff, and rushed towards the cave where Freckles was.
Jumping all the way, the dagger swept away a lot of cold light, like a star pill jumping and flickering. The water rat blocking the road kept splattering blood and falling, and fell into a puddle of meat at the bottom of the cliff. Gordon grabbed the rock with his left hand, and the wrist of his right hand shook, ice chrysanthemum
The dagger picked out light arcs and penetrated the weakest throat of the water rat.
Compared with Freckles's simple and direct martial arts, Gordon's skills can be described as colorful. Each strike may be curved or straight, or suddenly change direction, and the trajectory is confusing and erratic. When the dagger stabs the water rat, the force is equally unpredictable.
Sometimes it goes straight, sometimes it pulls horizontally, and sometimes it trembles rapidly, changing the force in an instant, extending the lethality to the limit.
All the major blood vessels in the neck of any water rat hit by a dagger will be cut. Even if it is not dead on the spot, if it moves a little, the blood vessels will burst open immediately, and blood will spurt out like a fountain.
Breaking through the gap between the rats, Gordon reached the cave entrance in one breath. The ice chrysanthemum dagger shook continuously, flipping four water rats back and forth. At the same time, he grabbed the rock wall of the cave with his left arm and bounced up, dodging the water rats.
Sharp thorns shot from below.
A short knife suddenly poked out of the cave and pierced the back of Gordon's left hand. Gordon suddenly let go and slid downwards, grabbing the rock halfway with his left palm and hanging on it, shouting: "Freckles, I am Gordon!"
"Gordon?" Freckles waved his short knife and hacked away a water rat. He poked his head out of the cave in surprise, and was immediately forced in by the fierce swarm of rats.
Gordon moved his right arm, and the ice chrysanthemum dagger flashed in a dazzling arc. Where the arc passed, several water rats fell downwards and suddenly exploded in mid-air, with pieces of flesh and blood splashing like rain.
Gordon kicked off the rock wall with his toes and rushed towards the cave again. The ice chrysanthemum dagger stabbed out silently, piercing the water rat that rushed towards Freckles. At the same time, Freckles turned sideways and let Gordon rush into the cave. The daggers in his hands were intertwined.
He slashed out behind Gordon, and the two water rats that followed him were cut into four bloody pieces.
As he passed by, Gordon took a deep look at Freckles: his complexion lacked luster, his eye circles were dark, and his swollen lips had a hint of dark purple, which were indeed symptoms of frequent coca drug use.
"What the hell, how could it be you? We all thought you were dead. Artest and Hongmao have been looking for you for months!" Freckles gasped and turned around, turning his back to Gordon, and re-guarded the entrance of the cave. "Silver Fox said that the newcomer could not be there.
You've been down there for so long. If you haven't returned to the base for more than three months, you will definitely be dead. I heard that Wu Zhu personally went out to find you, but he couldn't find you."
"There will always be exceptions." Gordon was suspicious. Wu Zhu obviously valued himself too much. He didn't believe that the people of the Blood Hell Society would be so kind.
Freckles asked again: "Why did you come to the other side of the river? Have you been hunting here all the time?"
Gordon smiled noncommittally and looked at the gem flowers on the ground.
Freckles shouted: "I almost forgot, do me a favor and close the wooden box of shit!"
"It's too late. The fragrance of the jewel flowers has spread, and all the ferocious beasts nearby have come running over. There are almost tens of thousands of them." Gordon bent down and grabbed the wooden box, closed the lid, and raised his hand to throw it out of the cave.
go.
"Damn, what are you doing?" Freckles seemed to have eyes behind his back, his arms quickly reached out, grabbing the direction in which the wooden box was thrown. Unexpectedly, it missed, Gordon just made a fake move, and the wooden box gently
After a jump, it fell back into the palm of my hand.
"You should understand that we can't stop those crazy beasts at all. If we want to survive, we can only give up the gem flower." Gordon looked directly at Freckles' back. It's not so much that the other person has eyes behind his back, but that Freckles has always been on guard.
, observing yourself with the corner of your eye.
This is the instinct of an undercover agent. No matter where you are or who you face, you will always be wary.
"No!" Freckles flatly refused, his thin shadow reflected on the cave wall, his face nervous and distorted.
Gordon frowned slightly: "You know very well that no matter how much we delay the time and resist, it is impossible for the two of us to save this gem flower. Once we die, the gem flower will still be eaten by the beast in the end. Just wake up, even if you are controlled
It is better to die in vain than to die in coca potion."
"Red Hair, Artest and Tracy both need the gem flower, how can I throw it away so easily?" Freckles roared at the top of his lungs, and when he was distracted, his shoulder was torn open by a water rat.
Gordon's heart suddenly sank: "Has everyone taken coca medicine?"
"Nonsense, doesn't your head hurt?" Freckles shouted without thinking, then he was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Gordon, "It's strange, why are you fine? Didn't your totem have backlash?"
A water rat took advantage of the opportunity and slipped under Freckles' crotch. Gordon raised his dagger and nailed it to the ground. "Is there a problem with your fused beast diagram?" He stared at the blood flowing through his heels, thinking to himself.
Of course, there are hidden dangers in the totem ritual of the Blood Hell Society, and backlash is bound to happen sooner or later. The Blood Hell Society must have been prepared in advance, and they can better control them with the help of the backlash.
While killing the water rat, Freckles gritted his teeth and said: "At first, I just felt a little dizzy, but I didn't take it seriously. About three months ago, my head suddenly hurt, and visions of ferocious beast totems appeared repeatedly in front of my eyes. I was still old.
It’s a nightmare. Everyone else is similar to me. Silver Fox said it was the totem’s backlash and asked us to take coca medicine to relieve the pain.”
"So you slowly become addicted."
"I asked Artest and the others not to touch this thing, but then even I couldn't bear it anymore! The headache became more and more severe, one after another, as if there were claws of ferocious beasts tearing at my head, and the pain was so painful that I couldn't sleep all night
, life is worse than death!" Freckles explained while trying his best to kill the water rat. His two swords gradually spattered sparks, which is the source of Yan Fen's power. When he slashed with one knife, the skin of the water rat was burnt and the flesh was mushy.
smoke.
"Do you need me to replace you?" Gordon asked calmly. Freckles obviously couldn't hold on anymore and began to use the power of the beast totem. His movements became more and more clumsy, with countless wounds all over his body and bleeding.
Freckles hesitated: "No need for now."
Gordon knew very well that Freckles was afraid that he would throw away the gem flowers as soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, so he stayed in the cave and refused to give in.
"How long can you hold on?" Gordon held the ice chrysanthemum dagger, and the sharp edge of the dagger reflected his cold eyes. If Freckles was stubborn, he had no choice but to kill the opponent and save himself.