"Can you still go?" Zhang Xiao asked, looking at the werewolf who was curling up on the ground like a shrimp, his tone indifferent.
"Ahem! Yes!" Anpu sat up with difficulty, his hands locked behind him by a pair of iron shackles. This pair of cast iron shackles weighed five kilograms, and they were all unpolished burrs. It can be seen that the craftsmanship of these monsters is so low that Zhang Xiao now has no tools and can't open it for him.
"Can you give me something to eat? I haven't eaten for several days." Anpu said weakly to Zhang.
A few pieces of bread appeared in front of him, and the hungry Anpu's eyes lighted up, as if he was a thug who had seen a beautiful woman.
Looking at the werewolves devouring, Zhang Xiao once thought that he would bite off the hand that gave him food.
Zhang Xiao didn’t need food and water. He prepared them because he was worried that the shadow belt was not enough. He never thought that Shadow gave up halfway. The food Zhang Xiao didn’t use much, so he didn’t hesitate to give it. Werewolf.
Feeding the werewolf some bread and letting him drink some water, Zhang Xiao didn't dare to feed him anymore. You must know that if a person who has been hungry for a long time suddenly eats too much, he will not be able to stand it.
This skinny necromancer not only saved him, but also distributed his food to him, which is equivalent to saving him twice. The half-satisfied werewolf looked at Zhang Xiao with gratitude.
"Thank you, I am A-level mercenary warrior Anpu, code name: Spike!" The werewolf briefly introduced himself to the Necromancer who was always expressionless.
"Duma, code name: 9527." Zhang Xiaoyao looked into the pitch black distance, and a thin figure darker than the darkness was rushing towards this side! That's the small ribs chased back.
The small ribs grabbed his ragged single knife in one hand, and ran back with a rough-made mace in the other. Both weapons were stained with black and red blood, and white on the mace was even visible. Zhang Xiao is very sure that it must be the brain of a monster.
Since the monsters are fleeing in all directions, it is impossible to kill all the small ribs. Zhang Xiao decides to leave here as soon as possible. If the escaped monster comes back with a large army, there will be no problem if he wants to run, but the Werewolf Anpu will inevitably be caught again. Become a prisoner.
The werewolf with small ribs and wandering footsteps randomly chose a direction, and Zhang Xiao and his group walked aimlessly on this dim rocky plain.
"We are going in circles!" After the pedestrian walked for hundreds of miles, the werewolf Anpu said to Zhang Xiao.
The werewolf who had food has been energetic during this period of time. Although the shackles on his hands have not been opened yet, this does not affect his actions. With Zhang Xiao deliberately slowing down, he can barely keep up. NS.
Seeing the monster corpse gradually appearing in the distance in the distance, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but smile wryly.
In this dark underground world, it’s easy to lose your way without any reference. Zhang Xiao, a super road idiot, had already lost his head even before he met Anpu, although he drew a sketch of the route. , But he himself didn't believe that the map he drew would be correct, and now he can't find the way back even if he returns to keep it in the same way.
Zhang Xiao himself is not very worried. Anyway, he and the small ribs don’t have to eat or drink Lazar. Even though they have been like alive and lively for ten or eight years, they are poor werewolves. Once they have eaten Zhang Xiao’s food, they can’t find it. When it comes to replaceable things, he is destined to meet guests and die in his hometown. When Zhang Xiao wants to find a place to bury it, he can't find it when Zhang Xiao wants to find a place to bury it on a plain that is full of hard volcanic rocks.
But what's the way now? It's not just to keep moving forward, hoping to have some luck with intelligent creatures, even those monsters at the beginning, and maybe you can find something else by following them.
After the werewolves had their thirteenth rest, Zhang Xiao and the others came to a gorge. The two sides of the gorge were like a knife and axe splitting more than 100 meters apart. Below three to four hundred meters, there was a slow flow of lava, a stream of scorching heat. The air currents rushed toward his face, and the black hair on the werewolf turned brown at the speed of sight.
Walking up the canyon for more than a hundred miles, in a canyon that is only 50 meters wide, four metal chains thicker than Zhang Xiao’s arm connect the two sides of the canyon, and fiery red lava flows on the canyon. At a depth of one thousand meters, from above, it looks as dazzling as a red silk.
"There must be intelligent creatures nearby. Maybe we can find several intelligent beings exiled to the ground in ancient times." Anpu said while looking at the four iron chains above the canyon.
"En." Zhang Xiao snorted lightly, and carefully touched the iron chain.
The iron chain is extremely strong, each of the interconnected buckles is thicker than the calf bone of the small ribs, and the polished surface is very smooth, exuding a unique metal halo, but this iron chain is because of the baking of the lava flow below the canyon It had become hot, and Zhang Xiao's hand that had touched it quickly retracted.
To pass this chain bridge must be fast, otherwise the people on it will definitely become a barbecue. Zhang Xiao once heard that there is such a dish called pan-fried goose paw. First, a piece of teppanyaki is piping hot, and then the goose is driven back and forth on it, until the goose paw is blanched and eaten. It sounds cruel enough.
But this didn't matter to Zhang Xiao and Little Skull, they could easily jump over only three or four points above.
"Can you go there?" Zhang Xiao looked at Werewolf Anpu.
"Although it's a bit difficult, I think I can do it." Ianpu's current physical condition is indeed a bit difficult to pass. Although he says he can do it, his eyes still reveal a trace of worry.
"Well, you go first, I will help you in the back." Although the werewolf said that he could pass, Zhang Xiao was obviously still not at ease. The werewolf is still locked with his hands. It is difficult for a person without hands to be like this. Keep balance on the cable bridge.
Anpu took a deep breath and adjusted his state, then his eyes widened, and he rushed to the chain bridge with all his strength.
In the beginning, it went well. The strength of the werewolf A-level mercenary showed no more. Although he was in poor condition and locked his hands, he jumped six or seven meters away. It was just that his feet were too heavy. After a few jumps, he had four irons. The chain has been swaying more and more, which makes it more difficult to cross the bridge.
Moreover, the high temperature on the iron rope has burned through the soles of Anpu's shoes, making his head sweat. Suddenly, his feet were soft, and when he jumped up again, he had clearly deviated from the chain bridge, and was about to fall into the canyon to be roasted alive.
Anpu closed his desperate eyes. This time was over. He didn't expect that he didn't die under the butcher knife, but died in such a humiliating manner, and his heart was completely ashes.