Chapter 811 Expedition to Strange Land (Seventeen)
Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, Husky hurriedly asked his friend: "Hal, are there more [burning medicines]?"
"That's the last one, Meow." Little Hal promised in a low voice: "This kind of dangerous potion is forbidden to be taken out of Turks, and I managed to sneak two bottles of Meow."
Husky was stunned for a moment: "Don't you have any other potions?"
"I'm sorry, Meow..." Hal whispered.
Husky didn't say anything. Since it was no longer possible to rely on Hal's props, the wolfdog had no choice but to find a way on his own. He took advantage of the moment when a headless horseman turned around and immediately slipped from one bunker to another.
The Headless Horseman turned around, but could not find any movement and continued to pace.
Huskey observed carefully in the dark environment, looking at the stairs in the distance. They were only fifty yards away. If they ran straight there, they would be there quickly. The problem was this group of patrolling armored knights. Even if they could
If you get rid of them and rush to the upper level, these guys will still be chasing you, and it is impossible to escape with the mobility of the wolfdog (Husky).
It is too difficult to seize the gap when they turn around to move, and the difficulty will continue to increase as time goes on.
What to do?
Just when Husky was at a loss, Hal reached out and grabbed a piece of debris on the ground. It should be a part that fell from those life-support devices. It was as big as a screw, and its function should be similar.
"Husky..." The young black panther leaned on the wolfdog and whispered: "I will throw this out, and when it makes a sound, you will run in the opposite direction."
There is also this trick.
"I understand." Husky lowered his center of gravity and got ready to sprint.
Whoosh! Hal threw the small screw out. Its flight path was almost impossible to see in the dark environment, but it landed on a glass container in the scene, making a crisp and sonorous sound, which was particularly harsh.
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Those headless horsemen are all golems, careless puppets that have orders added to their armor using necromantic magic, and they only know how to act according to a few orders.
Therefore, although their movements are agile and their lethality is superb, their brains are not easy to use --- or, in other words, they have no brains at all.
Therefore, when they heard a noise somewhere in the laboratory, they did not suspect that it was the enemy's bait at all, and they all looked in the direction in which the crosstalk came from.
An opportunity for escape was thus created.
"That's it now, meow!" Hal called in a low voice.
Husky didn't need any reminder from his friends, he had already rushed out and sprinted towards the exit. He touched the ground with the pads of his front toes without making any sound.
Thirty yards! You can escape from this hellish place soon!
But Hal's "magic" had failed. When the Headless Horsemen saw that there was nothing where the noise was coming from, they lost interest there and turned their heads to continue searching!
"It's not over yet!" Hal had already expected that things would develop like this. He had already prepared another screw and threw the screw out before the Headless Horsemen noticed them!
Bang! The screw drew an almost invisible arc in the air and hit one life-support module hard. Then it bounced back and landed on the other life-support module! There were two consecutive crackling sounds.
The sound once again attracted the attention of the Headless Horsemen, and taking this opportunity, Husky continued to run forward!
Fifteen yards! A few life-support cabins away, Huskey could already see the stairwell not far away. The big stairs lead to the upper level. As long as you climb up there, you can leave this dark and strange ghost place!
But Hal's "magic" failed again, this time faster. The Headless Horsemen had been fooled once and began not to take the sound of the bait seriously. They turned back one after another, seeming to be looking in the direction of the exit.
go!
If you rush like this, you will be discovered and you will be caught up immediately!
"Husky, change the direction, meow!" the leopard boy said hurriedly, and at the same time threw out the small screw in his hand.
Husky saw the trajectory of Hal's thrown screw and immediately understood it. He turned his head and ran in the opposite direction of the screw. At the same time, he changed his running trajectory diagonally, hiding his figure in the surrounding glass containers.
between.
The screw didn't hit any of the survival chambers. This time it hit a headless horseman.
Boom!---The screws collided with the armor, making an extremely low muffled sound!
All the headless horsemen immediately turned around and looked at the headless horseman who was hit. The headless horseman who was hit turned around and ran towards the direction where the screw came from!
But Husky had already run far away, and was running in a circle at the same time. He was not at his original position at all. Under the cover of darkness, when this large group of knights rushed over, they also ran against the wall and quickly approached.
Exit from the upper level!
Hal used his last "magic"! He threw the screw in his hand with all his strength and hit a life-support capsule in the distance. It was so powerful that it directly smashed the life-support capsule!
Bang, bang, bang, bang! The broken glass fell to the floor, making a very loud noise. The dark green liquid in the survival cabin also continued to gush out, spilling everywhere, and seeping along the drainage channel on the floor.
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The moment Husky rushed upstairs carrying Hal on his back, he inadvertently glanced at the shattered life-saving capsule.
Then he was shocked. He even regretted looking back.
The humanoid creature that fell out of the life-support capsule turned out to be ------
------A dog-man boy!
The whole body is covered in black hair, with only the belly, limbs and face being pure white. Although the hair is stained by the liquid and turns a sickly light green color, and is stuck in clumps, making it look very embarrassing, but the appearance is absolutely unmistakable.
!The dog-man boy looks surprisingly similar to Husky. They are definitely dog-men from the same clan.
His tribe? But why do his tribe appear here at this moment?!
Moreover, what surprised Husky even more was that the dog-man boy looked so much like Husky himself! It was as if they were carved from the same mold! Even if they were members of the same tribe, there should be slight differences in appearance.
That's right, how could they look so similar? Is that guy Husky's twin brother?
All this was so unreasonable that Husky's mind went blank.
Patapapapapapapapapapap! A rush of footsteps was getting closer, and the Headless Horsemen were coming if they kept going! There was no time to hesitate, Husky turned around and ran wildly, among those headless horsemen.
Before the head knight noticed them, he ran up the stairs.
At the same time, Sudan, next to the Sixth Falls of the Nile River.
Maybe it's because it's close to a river and the terrain is unexpectedly high. This tropical area is surprisingly cool and comfortable late at night. The werewolf Bediwell, who was sleeping comfortably in his dreamland, was awakened by a rapid shaking.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh... sleep for another five minutes..." He didn't want to wake up at all.
The shaking stopped.
Then, something burned his nose. Because of the sudden burning pain, Bediwell immediately jumped up: "Ouch! What are you doing?!"
"Huh, are you finally awake?" Paramedes took back the charcoal in his hand. This hateful big cat had just used this red-burning charcoal stick to burn Bedivere's dog's nose.
"Palami---this is not fun at all!" Bedivere got up and said angrily. He looked at his companions who were sleeping soundly around him. Al was still mumbling in his sleep while pulling the quilt over more.
"Is it time to change shifts?" Bedivere rubbed his eyes helplessly and touched his burned nose again. The heat of the charcoal seemed to still remain on his nose for a long time, and he wondered depressedly if he would be burned.
A blister comes out.
"Before I change my shift, there's something I want you to see." Palamedes leaned on the edge of the raft and looked down: "Look over there."
"Huh?" The werewolf also looked down.
Looking down from the crown of the big tree where they were, there seemed to be something underneath the tree.
A small black shadow, twisting depressed and sad.
It was a big bad wolf. It was clawing at the tree trunk, and seemed to want to use its sharp claws to climb up the tree, but it was unable to succeed for a long time due to its own clumsiness.
"It's that bastard again." Bedivere recognized the big bad wolf instantly. The wound on the werewolf's right shoulder was still aching, and this wound was caused by this bastard wolf that was snatching food.
"He looked very hungry, so he followed our scent and came here." Palamedes said, "This kid has been digging tree trunks all night, and the sound is annoying to death."
"Give it an arrow and it'll be over." Bedivere said angrily. But he quickly retracted his words. It is not a wise move to shoot animals in your own camp. The smell of blood will attract a large number of hunters.
Let them have a restless night.
Bedivere thought for a moment, then simply grabbed a wooden stick and planned to hit the wolf with a blunt object to drive it away.
"Stop! You are really a cruel person." Paramedis stopped Bedivere: "I think it's better to give him something to eat and send him away as soon as possible."
"Are you kidding? Our food---"
"It's quite sufficient. I can't finish it. Taking it on the road will only increase the weight." Paramedis interrupted Bedivere, as if he already knew what the werewolf was going to say.
Bedivere glared at the leopard warrior.
"What?" Palamedes glared at Bedivere.
"If you had planned to feed it for a long time, couldn't you just feed it? Come and ask me!" Bedivere scolded in a low voice: "Palamedes, why are you so careless in doing things, like a little man?"
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"Haha, no." The leopard warrior suppressed the veins that were about to pop up on his forehead: "I can feed it, but it's useless. You are the one who has a grudge against it, so you should feed it."