In the staggering and twisted dark shadows, intertwined stalagmites, rock peaks, and rock protrusions occupy most of the field of vision. As long as there is a slight sound in the empty and quiet cave, it can be transmitted far, far along the winding tunnel.
Greem perched high on the back of the crocodile hunter, and a sharp blue light flashed in his eyes.
Although the surrounding area was very quiet, without the slightest sound, Greem's sense of danger was already ringing out. It seems that a large number of enemies have arrived!
Hitomi made a soft sound, and a dazzling red flame shield appeared, and began to circle Greem's body continuously. The chip in Greem's mind is busy calculating, and countless real-time images are constantly being matched and compared. The subtle differences that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye are found one by one by the sharp-eyed chip, and then they are marked on Greem's retina one by one. above.
Greem turned his head to stare at a low-hanging stalactite on the left side of his route, where the shadow was a little thicker than before. As Greem stomped lightly, the native hunter in front of him raised one hand, and a khaki sharp soil spear condensed in its hand.
Twirling around, under the strong projection of the native hunter, the soil spear turned into a yellow lightning bolt, and instantly pierced the shadow.
According to Greem's visual perception, there was nothing there, neither any elemental reaction nor any breath of life. But as the soil spear pierced, there was first a muffled sound of "poof" as the nail pierced into the flesh, followed by a shrill hiss that resounded through the silent space.
The shadow boiled, and a humanoid creature covered in blue-black fine scales suddenly appeared. The soil spear just passed through the chest and nailed it to the stone pillar.
Warm blood trickled down the earthen spear, and the humanoid creature began to struggle desperately, and the more it struggled, the bigger the wound the earthen spear would tear, and the more ferocious the rushing blood.
puff.
The second soil spear came across the sky and pierced through its head.
The humanoid creature stopped moving in an instant, and hung motionless on the nails on the stone pillar, leaving only the crisp and pleasant sound of blood dripping on the ground in the cave.
And the next moment, Greem looked up at the dark top of the wall.
It was twelve or thirteen meters above the ground, and even with Greem's vision, the scene he saw was blurred under the interference of weak light. But as the native hunter threw two earthen spears, another thin and vigorous humanoid creature fell from above.
The two spears just now pierced through its right chest and left leg, but did not take its life away. However, just as it was lying on the cold floor in pain and struggling desperately, the huge claws of the crocodile suddenly expanded in front of its eyes.
There was a muffled bang, and the muffled sound of tomatoes and watermelons being stepped on exploded in the cave.
The crocodile was still walking leisurely and slowly, and when its paws were raised again, there was only a puddle of muddy meat sauce where the humanoid creature was. It was difficult to distinguish its shape, race, and gender.
A sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the darkness.
When the whistle resounded through the cave, in the dark distance in the distance, countless shadowy shadows began to quickly approach Greem's direction, probably more than a hundred of them.
In the darkness, the bowstring exploded continuously, and the sharp explosions piercing the air came from all directions, aiming at Greem who was in flames.
A'ou, get ready for a gang fight!
Greem didn't dare to push himself too hard, and instantly dissipated the flame shield on his body, and then sank into the huge and sturdy body of the crocodile as if he had fallen into a swamp.
Puff puff…
As soon as Greem disappeared, the back of the crocodile he had stood on was densely filled with sharp arrows like a wheat field. All the arrows were flashing with green fluorescent light, obviously quenched with some kind of unknown toxin.
The native hunter who had been seeded along with him was also full of arrows, but he didn't care. He raised his hands above his head and couldn't help but grab it. Every time he could automatically condense a one-and-a-half-meter-long arrow. Earth elementals throw spears. And it opened its bow left and right, and kept throwing towards the lizardman hunters who were showing their figures in the distance.
Some were dodged by the lizardman hunters and assassins, some were blown to pieces on the rock peak stalagmites that got in the way, and some directly hit the target, instantly eliminating an enemy in the shadows.
I have to say that the lizard man's body is still too weak and slender. In order not to affect the flexibility and swiftness of their movements, they did not evolve thick and dense hard scales like large monsters outside their bodies, but instead grew layers of fine and thin bluish-black scales. To isolate the leakage of body temperature.
This evolutionary direction gave them unparalleled dark stealth capabilities in dark crypts, but made their defenses vulnerable to a single blow. No matter which part of their body the thick and thin soil spear pierces through, it is a terrifying and huge wound that is enough to kill. Their slender bodies are simply not enough to resist such an attack.
The poisoned arrows they used to use had no effect at all against the elemental puppet life of a clay native. As a last resort, these lizardman hunters had to draw out their short daggers, and leaped across the rock walls and stalagmites towards the huge crocodile that was still moving forward.
At this moment, there is no doubt that there is no flaw in the magic weapon.
Although the weapons polished by the special underground metal are exceptionally sharp, most of them are thin and short. Such weapons are not enough to break the yellowish mud armor on the surface of the magic crocodile. Many lizardmen surrounded the crocodile and kept attacking, and the mud dregs that had been cut and chopped from the mud armor kept falling down. But a moment later, with a khaki-yellow halo flashing, the mud armor returned to being as new again.
They can't beat the magic crocodile, but the magic crocodile can beat them.
Although the attack frequency of the magic crocodile is a bit slow, each large-scale ground spear stab can take away the lives of 3-5 lizardmen. The magic crocodile is like a gigantic tank rumbling forward continuously, while those lizardmen are a group of ignorant natives holding bamboo spears and carrying bamboo arrows. The huge casualties are also reasonable.
Finally, after more than half of the lizardmen were damaged, a shrill whistle sounded again in the distant darkness.
With a low growl, the lizardmen began to retreat.
When the surroundings of the crocodile regained tranquility, Greem's body hidden under the thick cloak slowly emerged. He hesitated for a moment, but did not drive the crocodile to chase these enemies.
It can be seen that the underground ethnic groups here have a strong sense of territory, and I probably suffered from their fierce attack because I was too close to their habitat. At this time, they suffered such a big loss, it seems that they are going to retreat to the nest to defend.
However, just as Greem drove the crocodile forward, his keen hearing sensed the shrill screams of the lizardmen in the distance, as if a new war had started in the dark.
But Greem didn't dare to be interested in this, so he just stood on the crocodile and looked into the distance for a few moments before continuing his journey.
In the pitch black shadows, the old Gnoll leader was hidden behind a stone pillar, looking at Greem passing by from a distance, his gray and thin haired face was full of surprise that was hard to hide.
Behind it, the powerful Gnolls flying across the dark and rugged cave are swiftly rushing towards the defeated troop of lizardmen. The two sides chased and fought in the dark shadows of rock peaks and stalagmites. , The muffled sound of the sharp dagger cutting the throat can be heard endlessly.
If this raid goes well, maybe that damned lizard tribe will be driven out of this area, and all the interests in the ruins will belong to them gnolls.
However, Hui Er still had scruples about the surface apprentice who suddenly broke into the inner circle of the ruins.
As it beckoned, a subordinate emerged from the shadows behind him.
"Go, tell the Cracktooth in Bliss City to tell the Lord Fallen Wizard that someone wants to enter the ruins again. Let's just say that our gray-eared tribe couldn't stop the enemy and suffered heavy losses, while the Dark Lin lizard tribe was wiped out by the enemy! "In the darkness, the scarlet blood pupils of the old wolf man showed a cold light, and the white fangs made one's heart palpitate.
"Yes, this subordinate is going!"
With a slight bow and salute, the shadow turned around and sank into the boundless darkness.
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The further he walked, the deeper the worry in Greem's heart.
Front and back, left and right, even above the head and under the feet, the metal content in the rock strata is getting higher and higher, and the soil exposed by the alder is getting less and less. This also means that once he encounters a terrifying enemy here, even he will find it difficult to escape as he used to.
For him, this is really the last bad news he wants to hear.
However, Greem had to admit that this was indeed an extremely suitable area for building a city.
In the underground world, in order to build a city once and for all, in addition to the surrounding biological resources, mineral resources and water sources, the most important thing to consider is the stability and firmness of the geological structure. Areas like this surrounded by metal deposits with continuous and stable rock formations are rare.
The existence of mineral deposits means that there can be a steady stream of resources here to attract wandering caravans, and the presence of water means that more life can be supported here, but these are not as good as having a stable "sky". No one wants to be crushed into meatloaf by tens of millions of tons of dirt and gravel in their sleep!
So Kirby pointed out that this is the ruins of the last Bliss City, judging from the terrain alone, it still makes sense.
Passing through the habitats of multiple underground races in a row, perhaps because of the impact of the lizardmen's fiasco, they were all clustered in the distant darkness, but they didn't rush forward to attack impulsively.
So in a scene full of dangers, the magic crocodile finally came to the end of the long journey.
When Greem rode the crocodile through a huge arch, the emptiness in front of him suddenly became empty, and a huge dark cave full of blurred and fantasy colors appeared in front of him.