At the same time, on the East African Plateau, in the research institute of the ancient god-human race.
Bedivere, who transformed into a silver wolf, ran wildly with Paramedis on his back, while Professor Paul followed behind the silver wolf and fled desperately.
Behind them was an army of thousands of skeletons. Because of Paramedes' stupid words, the deeper into the dungeon, the sooner the skeletons escaped from the prison. Bediwell and others who escaped from the deepest part of the dungeon were captured.
It has become a matter of course for a large number of undead monsters to chase him.
On both sides of the corridor, the little skeletons who had not yet escaped from the cage took off their arm and leg bones, used these things as weapons, and threw them at the silver wolf one by one. Although they were just bones spinning in the air,
Hardly lethal, but getting hit by one of these bones still hurts, and they're also in the way!
"Meow hahahahahaha! *burp*, bone circus meow? What a spectacular meow!" The leopard man sat on the back of the silver wolf and watched all this as if it was nothing to do, laughing as if it had nothing to do with him.
Interest was surprisingly high.
"Palamedes!" Bedivere's face turned red with anger. While cursing, he had to concentrate on dodging the bone darts flying towards him: "Damn you! If you have time to laugh, you might as well find a way to help."
I will open the way!"
"Why meow! These darts have no lethality, they will only hurt when hit. *Hiccup*, it's funny to see these skeletons throwing darts!"
Of course it was funny, to the point where the whole world was jumping for joy. Those skeletons tore off their arm and leg bones and threw them out. They could no longer stand or hold themselves up, and fell to the ground in an instant and turned into a mass.
Pile of bones. There is no more clumsy attack in the world than this.
But it also proves that these evil spirits still have children's minds. They were summoned and stuffed into the body of an orc child, where they spent their entire lives until they turned into bones and were imprisoned here.
It's all so crazy.
And they would rather tear off their arm and leg bones and let themselves fall apart than use them to attack Bedivere and others, precisely because of their hatred for the living.
Just thinking about this made the werewolf feel extremely distressed.
If there is a curse in the world, this damn place must be cursed.
Cursed by the malice of ancient people.
Just as Silver Wolf was wondering and distracted for a moment---
Bang! A bone dart hit Bedivere on the head. The wolf felt dizzy.
"Meow hahahahaha, you big idiot!" Paramedes, the drunk cat, laughed wildly.
Bang! As if it was retribution, another bone dart hit the big cat's forehead again, causing a swelling on Paramedis' forehead.
"You deserve it." Bedivere replied coldly.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, you bastards!" Palamedes was angered.
The most difficult person to mess with in the world is not a drunk and crazy person;
The most difficult person to mess with in the world is a person who is drunk and crazy and has a weapon in his hand!
The angry drunk cat waved the meteor gun Gengunir in his hand, slashing wildly, chopping up all the bone darts flying around!
"Whoa, ah, ah, be careful!!" Bedivere could only exclaim and continue running away. He had no idea at what moment the big cat on his back would lose control and chop off the silver wolf's head with a spear. With such a
Teammates, this is truly an unprecedented disaster in Bediville!
Professor Paul, who was following Silver Wolf, saw the enthusiastic and drunken Palamedes. He couldn't help but slow down a little and kept a distance from Silver Wolf, fearing that he would be hit by Palamedes' spear.
Injured by dancing.
The skeleton army behind him was getting closer. The little skeletons roared silently and rushed toward the fleeing people! And the two idiot teammates in front of Professor Paul were blocking the way again! They were sandwiched between two giant
In the middle of the trouble, the old professor was really in trouble, and he couldn't even laugh or cry!
Bump! Bump! Bump! A louder noise came from the skeleton army.
Professor Paul turned his head and looked in horror. This look scared him half to death!
The bone dragon has escaped from the iron cage. It uses its two skeletal forelimbs to crawl in the narrow corridor, but its speed is astonishingly fast! The army of skeletons that was originally chasing behind Bediwell and his group suddenly fell into the collision of the bone dragon.
The bottom was crushed one by one!
The bone dragon turned into a huge bulldozer, crushing all the little skeletons running around into pieces!
If it catches up with everyone, everyone will definitely end up like those little skeletons, but instead of turning into broken bones, they will turn into flesh!
"The exit is right in front of you! Run faster!" Professor Paul urged. No matter he was scraped to death by Palamedes' spear or trampled to death by the bone dragon's feet, the old professor was not willing!
Boom! The bone dragon is already close at hand. Its foot landed three yards behind Professor Paul. The next kick will probably crush the old scholar!
Bedivere also returned to his human form, pushed his butt, and threw Paramedes on his back, letting the big cat fly towards the stairs!
"Wow!" The bone dragon's foot fell down! Professor Paul exclaimed, seeing that he was about to be trampled into a pulp by the bone dragon's huge foot!
Hoo ho ho! The whip in Bedivere's hand dexterously wrapped around Professor Paul's waist!
Whoa! The whip was dragged hard, and the old scholar only felt a huge pulling force, and his whole body was thrown forward, and he escaped from the trap before the bone dragon's feet fell completely!
Plop! The old professor plunged his head into a ball of soft meat, but it was actually the big cat’s butt... Ouch!
"Uh!" Professor Paul hurriedly climbed up and saw that he was already at the top of the stairs. Bedivere had just escaped from the pursuit of the bone dragon and ran into the top of the stairs while shouting: "Why are you still standing there? Run! Here!"
It’s not safe yet!!”
The leopard warrior climbed up with the help of the werewolf and ran up the spiral staircase. Professor Paul followed closely behind.
Banglong! The bone dragon plunged on the stairs, but the narrow stairs hindered its pursuit! This guy can't catch up for the time being!
Of course, it can use brute force to enlarge the entrance to the stairs! Under the manipulation of the bone dragon, the bricks and tiles around the entrance fall off one after another, and the monster can quickly get in!
"Meow hahahahaha! *burp*, fool! It's like a mouse drilling a hole!" Palamedes was still drunk and crazy.
(You are even more stupid.)
Bedivere had no choice but to carry the drunk cat and ran upstairs, back to the big room full of life-saving cabins!
Due to the vibration and impact just now, several life-saving capsules in the room were shattered. Their contents fell to the floor.
Needless to say, these contents are all corpses of orcs.
To be more precise, they are the corpses of a group of dog-man teenagers. Most of them have rotted, and some have even become bones. However, there are still one or two corpses that are relatively well preserved, allowing Bedivere to see their appearance clearly.
"Ha...Husky?!" Bedivere looked at one of the corpses and couldn't help but exclaimed.
That's right, the appearance, coat color, and texture of the dog-man boy's body were all very similar to Bedivere's son.
Similar, but slightly different. Husky is a dwarf, but these dogmen are a bit taller.
This body is not Husky. Husky has been dead a long time ago. Bedivere thought to himself.
Although, these dog people and Huskies should be of the same race (Siberian dog people).
Since orcs were created by ancient people, it is not unusual for the bodies of dog-men to be preserved here. Bedivere persuaded himself.
It's just a coincidence. Probably.
How could the dog-human race be the experimental subjects of the ancient gods?
"Sky? Whiskey?" Paramedis was still drunk and didn't even hear Bedivere exclaim: "Whisky is fine! *burp*, another bottle!"
(Come again, sister!)
The leopard warrior's silly speech brought Bedivere's thoughts back to reality.
Yes, the werewolves have no time to be dazed. There is a terrifying bone dragon chasing them behind them!
Banglong! The evil spirit bone dragon has broken through the barrier at the top of the stairs and is catching up!
However, this is a relatively large area. Although there are many life-saving cabins in the way, at least you can fight monsters here!
Or maybe not?
At the same time as the bone dragon rushed out, more small skeletons also rushed up and spread out in this vast space!
It's hard enough to deal with an unkillable bone dragon, but how about dealing with an army of skeletons?
Bediwell pulled out his whip: "Professor Paul, find a place to hide yourself, don't die! --- I will deal with the miscellaneous soldiers, Paramedis goes to deal with the bone dragon!"
"Meow hahahaha! *burp*, it's exactly what I want, meow!" The drunken big cat waved his spear staggeringly.
"Is there really no problem with this guy?" Professor Paul asked suspiciously while looking for a place to hide.
"It's better if he's dead!" the werewolf said angrily. He rushed forward and swung his turtle-tongue whip across the area.
Although the skeleton army was large in number, it was vulnerable to a single blow. Wherever the whip hit, bones were flying away. Bedivere even attached a strong current to the whip in an attempt to use electric shock to prevent the skeletons from reorganizing! In fact, he did.
Here we are, the small skeletons that were scattered by the electric whip reassembled obviously slower than other skeletons that were not scattered by this method!
The evil spirits attached to the small skeletons are not powerful. Their power is only to manipulate the bones. Moreover, the power of these evil spirits cannot be replenished. If they keep killing, the evil spirits' magic power (photons) will be completely exhausted, and they will no longer be able to continue to do evil.
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The only problem is always the evil spirit bone dragon. As a complete product of ancient people's research on evil spirits, its power is much more powerful than other small skeletons!
Moreover, the evil spirit is still attached to the keel bone. This keel bone is both hard and has certain self-regeneration ability, which is not easy to deal with at all!
Is it really okay to leave such a dangerous opponent to that drunk cat? ------- Professor Paul looked at Palamedes depressingly.