"Damn it...does that bastard really have no weaknesses?" The fish-man prince observed for a long time and still couldn't find any flaws, so he could only sigh reluctantly.
"There must be a weakness! You'd better find it as soon as possible!" The werewolf said while exploring the road: "According to this trend, we will be overtaken soon. And this time, I'm afraid we will be beheaded directly by it!"
"Hey, why am I responsible for finding ------?" The fishman prince just wanted to complain.
"Well, because I already have things that I am responsible for?" Bedivere replied matter-of-factly.
That's right, the werewolf is using the turtle tongue whip to explore the road and dismantle the flytrap traps on the grass along the way. The tungsten turtle tongue whip is powered by electricity and waves like a tentacle, requiring Bediwell to operate it with extremely high concentration.
This has consumed all the werewolf's attention, and at this moment Bedivere has no energy to think about other things.
"Find a countermeasure before being overtaken by the invisible guillotine monster"---this task naturally falls on the head of the fishman prince Tristan. Whether he wants it or not.
"Very good, very fair." The fishman prince muttered. There is no point in protesting now. After all, Bediwell's responsibility cannot be replaced by anyone. And it was the werewolf who first put the task of "responsible for guarding" on him.
, it is Tristan himself. Bedivere is just treating him the way he wants. No matter how reluctant the fishman prince is to cooperate with the other party, they are now sitting in the same boat and must work together to survive.
Survive this crisis!
But, why? ------The fishman prince couldn't help but secretly mutter in his heart.
Before this, the two were obviously sworn enemies and would quarrel whenever they met. At this time, Bedivere actually trusted Tristan so easily?
What if the fish-man prince has no time to come up with a countermeasure and the two of them die at the same time by the monster's sword?
If the countermeasures we come up with are only enough to keep Tristan alive, will Bedivere be killed for no reason?
The situation is critical, and there should be no room for the werewolf to be picky. But, how could this guy Bedivere trust his enemy so easily? Is this really possible? Is he an idiot?
Buzz, buzz, buzz------The invisible monster's flapping sound became louder and louder, indicating that it was getting closer. When it was only five yards away from the two fleeing people, it must have
He will launch that terrifying super-speed slash again and chop off the heads of Bedivere and Tristan!
Time is getting increasingly urgent, but the fish-man prince is immersed in great doubts and can't think of any countermeasures at all!
"Hurry up!" Bedivere urged urgently as he slowly moved forward while dismantling the trap.
"I'm thinking! I'm thinking about it!!" The fishman prince was also anxious and replied in a rather rude tone.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz------The sound of flapping wings is getting stronger and stronger, the invisible god of death is getting closer and closer, and the sense of intimidation it gives people is getting bigger and bigger! Once you get close, it will be an instant kill, no
Room for negotiation!
Click, click, click, click! Despite this, Bedivere still methodically removed the traps on the road ahead, seemingly determined to trust Tristan to the end, believing that the fishman prince's strategy would help the two of them escape!
(Why do you believe so strongly?)
(Have you never doubted me?)
(Our positions are obviously opposite. A few weeks ago, I made up my mind to let you die.)
(What on earth are you thinking?!)
Buzz, buzz, buzz------The sound of flapping wings can no longer be stronger, that thing is already very close! This volume is almost the same as when the two were attacked for the first time. It will sound at any time
On the offensive!
Tristan turned around sharply, patted Bedivere's back hard, and said at the same time: "No need to clear mines! I count to three, stand up and run forward. When running, be sure to arch your back and lower your head!"
"But ---" Bedivere wanted to say that even running with his head down may not be useful. What if the other party gave up beheading and used a vacuum blade to chop the two of them in half? But he felt a certain chill spreading behind him, and he vaguely understood.
Come to Tristan’s intention.
"Believe me!" said the fishman prince: "Three, two, one, run!"
Whoosh! The two stood up suddenly and sprinted straight on a small section of safe road where the trap had been removed! They ran at high speed, and the whooshing sound caused by their clothes rubbing against the air spread through the jungle!
Buzz!!------The thing saw the two of them starting to run away desperately, and hurriedly chased after them! It raised terrifying wind pressure at an alarming speed, and the wind pressure immediately turned into an extremely sharp vacuum blade, snatching away
The blade of fate chased the two people who were running away like crazy!!
Under the dim moonlight, between the shadows of the dancing trees, the blade cut wildly! It cut off the heads of the two running people with extremely precise precision, a fatal blow!!
The bodies of the two beheaded young men fell to the ground weakly, losing the ability to resist.
They are dead.
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Silence.
More silence.
The monster began to appear under the dim moonlight, and turned back to glance at the bodies of the two young men. Of course, the bodies of the two young men were mostly hidden in knee-high grass, and the environment was slightly dark, so they could only see roughly.
But the feeling of cutting off heads is still there. It cut off the heads of Bedivere and Tristan perfectly. This should be correct.
This monster with the ability to be invisible was stunned for half a second. It was made of dead wood, but it looked like a mantis. Its arms had extremely sharp mantis blades, and its back was made of extremely thin leaves.
Huge insect wings.
This deadwood mantis has completed its mission well, now it's time to assassinate the next group of targets---------
------Or maybe not!!
Blah blah blah! Bediwell's tungsten turtle tongue whip instantly surrounded the dead leaf mantis. Once the trap he laid was tightened, he immediately tied up the monster!
"Finally caught them all!" The body of the werewolf that should have been decapitated slowly got up from the grass, but his head was still there!
"It was so dangerous just now." The body of the fish-man prince Tristan also slowly got up, and his head was still there!
He touched a scar on the back of his neck. A small piece of skin had been cut off there, and his cervical vertebrae were almost exposed. The fishman prince raised a dagger in his hand and placed it behind his neck, while pressing down on it.
trigger.
Poof! ------The plug-in inside the dagger ejected jelly-like medical gel, which adhered to Tristan's wound and blocked it.
It is a kind of survival knife. Generally, no one uses it as a weapon. It is used for survival in the wild, such as cutting down trees and opening roads. The plug-in installed on the survival knife is used for first aid, emergency treatment of wounds, and Disinfection purposes.
"Ouch!" The stimulation it brought was of course very powerful, and the pain made the fishman prince scream. He immediately pressed another trigger on the dagger, and a moderate amount of freezing gas was ejected from the plug-in to fix the gel. At the same time, low temperature also brings good analgesic effects.
Tristan, who advocates "safety first", likes to bring some emergency wound treatment props. This small dagger with two medical inserts was bought from the arsenal of the British battleship with money. It is very It's easy to use and reasonably priced. The fishman prince played with the not-so-sharp blade of the dagger and put it back into its sheath.
"Hiss, hiss!" The mantis monster is still struggling, making an angry hiss like a real creature. But it is obviously not a powerful creature. With its limb strength, it is absolutely impossible to break free from the tungsten turtle tongue whip. Bound. Victory or defeat is a foregone conclusion!
Even though it knew that it had lost, it used its huge, glowing red insect compound eyes to look at the two people who should have been beheaded but were not dead yet with incredible gaze! This is really incredible!
"Can't you figure it out? That's true. With your low IQ of plants, I'm afraid you can't understand it." The fishman prince gave a noble and cold smile, and reached out to pick up the "head" on the ground.
The thing was a little hard when frozen, but it was like gummy candy and had a certain toughness.
The two "heads" that were chopped off by the two young men were actually two pieces of medical gel the size of their heads. Their cut cross-sections were basically the same as the remaining gel pieces stuck to the backs of the two men's necks.
That's it. Tristan put away his dagger. The specially made dagger had an insert that could spray medical gel to stop bleeding and relieve pain, as well as an insert that could freeze objects.
At the critical moment, the fishman prince used these two plug-ins to spray a large amount of medical gel on the backs of Bedivere's and his own necks, and froze them in place to create a false "head".
The two people suddenly stood up, bowed their heads and rushed forward. The fake heads on the back of their necks stood out. From the back, they looked just like real heads. Coupled with the dark environment of the forest, the two people ran wildly. The chaos that came made this fake head almost look real!
As a result, the invisible deadwood mantis mistakenly chopped off their fake heads with a knife, thinking that this would kill Bedivere and Tristan instantly!
The two of them fell down and pretended to be dead, waiting for the monster to show up. They then laid a trap and took the opportunity to capture the monster!!
That’s the strategy!
Seeing that it could not break free, the monster began to use its invisibility ability. Its body gradually became transparent.
No, it didn't really become transparent. Its shape gradually disappeared from Bedivere's vision and became increasingly blurry.
"Wha, what?" The werewolf rubbed his eyes with the hand that was not using the whip, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Are you doing this again?" Tristan hit Bedivere on the head: "Wake up!"
"Ouch!" The werewolf was hit hard by the opponent's fist and began to feel dizzy. But thanks to this, the shape of a dead tree mantis appeared in his vision again. That guy had never been invisible at all.
"What, what's going on?" Bedivere looked at the monster in disbelief and asked in a low voice.