"Why can't you eat it?" The girl was a little puzzled.
An Wen said: "This place has obviously been attacked, and it's a recent incident. It's a good opportunity to attack. It's a pity that there are too many natives in this stone castle, and their strength is too strong. If the two of us go in, we may never return. I really don't know who attacked them, if they were from the empire, they might have become the food of the natives, right?"
Bai Kong didn't answer, just stared at a group of natives walking out of the stone fort, suddenly jumped down from the treetops, bent down, and followed them quietly like a cat. Anwen couldn't call her, so in desperation, he had no choice but to keep up, lest she fight alone.
The girl silently covered the aboriginal team, and suddenly jumped up, throwing herself on the last aboriginal warrior!
Anwen didn't expect the girl to attack so recklessly, and after being shocked, he grew up and was ready to respond. Then the aboriginal warrior was shot behind him by Bai Kong, unexpectedly he had no strength to resist, and fell down as soon as he was pressed softly, and stopped moving after falling down.
What's even more rare is that there was only an imperceptible rubbing sound of clothes sleeves during the whole process, not even a little vibration, and the native warriors in front didn't feel it at all.
As soon as the native warrior fell, the girl jumped up again, and threw herself on the native warrior in front of her again. Just like before, as soon as the native warrior touched the girl, his whole body became limp and he fell to the ground. The girl was like a wild leopard that was preying on the aborigines one by one, knocking down seven or eight aboriginal warriors in a blink of an eye, leaving Anwen dumbfounded.
The two four-armed warriors walking in the forefront finally felt that something was wrong, as if behind them suddenly became quiet. They turned their heads at the same time, and the vision of one of them was filled with the figure of the girl rushing in the air. Before he could react, the girl hugged his whole head.
He was no exception and fell to the ground, but compared to ordinary fighters, he still had the strength to swing his arms around and stamped on his feet. But the girl tightly hugged his head and refused to let go. The strange thing is that the four-armed warrior was able to hit the girl with few punches and kicks.
Another four-armed warrior drew out his saber, yelled loudly, and was about to make a move when a bright red light flashed beside her, and her head flew up and was thrown high into the air.
The head of the four-armed woman saw Anwen in the air, her eyes lit up, and she opened her mouth to spew out a cloud of white mist.
Anwen was taken aback immediately, never expecting that the four-armed woman had only one head left, and could still spray the enemy. He knew the power of the white mist, so when he turned the long sword in his hand, another piece of sword light rose into the sky, enclosing the white mist completely. The bright red sword light looks bright, but in fact it has a strong burning and corrosive ability, ablating all the white mist in an instant.
Only then did Anwen heave a sigh of relief, and pointed the two-meter-long sword obliquely at the ground, posing a chic and invincible sword posture. But he immediately felt something was wrong, and the long sword in his hand disappeared instantly, replaced by the thin sword given to him by the girl. Anwen was originally tall and handsome, but with such a thin toothpick-like sword in his hand, he looked a little bitch in a blink of an eye.
Only then did the girl get up from the four-armed warrior. The four-armed warrior couldn't see any wounds all over his body, his eyes were blank, and his hands and feet were still waving instinctively. But Anwen saw that the four-armed warrior was actually dead, but his vitality was too strong. Although his consciousness was gone, his body was still instinctively squandering the last energy.
The girl glanced at the body of the four-armed woman, and said to An Wen, "Thank you."
Anwen didn't expect the girl to thank him, so he hurriedly said, "There is nothing to be thankful for. We are friends now, and friends should help each other, right?"
"Friend?" The girl shook her head. "Many people have said that they are friends with me, and then they all want to attack me behind my back."
"Of course I'm different from them!"
"What's the difference?"
Anwen couldn't tell. He originally wanted to say, as the young master of the demon descendant, he must do what he says, how could he do such a thing? Furthermore, looking at the whole world, there are not many people who can be regarded as friends by him, An Wen. Once you have it, you should cherish it. In the end, it was someone who could get his Anwen's approval, so how could it be bad
This series of great truths, if you really want to explain them in detail, you can talk about them for a long time. It's just that the girl is a little ignorant, she doesn't have any concept of class level, and she has no sense of the identity of the young master of Anwen Demon.
She ran to the passage of the maelstrom, and she actually invited Anwen to enter the passage with her. She never thought that the one guarding the passage was the demon giant Eternal Burning Flame, and she didn't notice that the three clans guarding the passage were led by the demons. .
In the eyes of the girl, the world at the other end of the tunnel has great opportunities, and she must go there. And this opportunity, she will share it with An Wen, so she said that they will enter the maelstrom together.
It sounds ridiculous, but Anwen was very moved. It means recognition of who he is, regardless of who he is.
In the past few years, Anwen has many followers around him, and he has long been unable to tell who came for him, and who just followed the identity of the young master of the devil. Before that, Anwen didn't care. No matter what the purpose is, as long as you are willing to do things for him and promise to be loyal.
It can be said that the girl was the first person Anwen met who completely ignored his identity.
So Anwen wanted to keep this rare and pure relationship, and didn't try to reason with the girl. He has a selfish hope that the best girl will never know what the young master of the devil means.
But right now, if you don't explain these reasons, you can't answer the girl's question. Anwen thought for a long time before saying, "Anyway, I'm different from those people you used to know."
"Yeah?"
"certainly."
Anwen raised his head guiltily, but didn't notice that the girl seemed to be thinking about someone, so she was a little lost in thought.
He put away the rapier and inspected the aborigine's body on the spot. He was very curious about how the girl killed these natives.
The four-armed native had several thin round holes on the back of his head and the top of his head, apparently fatal injuries. Anwen pulled out his dagger and cut open the corpse of the four-armed warrior layer by layer. This aspect is to observe the body structure of the four-armed natives in order to discover their fatal points. On the other hand, Anwen actually wanted to see how the girl killed the natives.
Seeing this, the girl came over and watched silently.
Anwen's hands were extremely agile, and the dagger was like a flying elf, peeling off layers of flesh and blood, revealing the secret of the four-armed man.
The more he looked at it, the more surprised Anwen became. The round holes left by the girl on the four-armed man's head and neck all went deep into the bone marrow. Among them, the round hole in the back of the neck directly pierced through the vertebrae.
The cervical spine of the four-armed man is different from that of humans and demons. Their vertebrae are covered with large and small bone spurs, some stick out of the body, and some are buried under the flesh and blood. These bone spurs were obviously to protect the vertebral body, and the round hole left by the girl happened to go through the middle of the two bone spurs, hit the vertebrae, and severed the nerve inside.
Anwen tapped the vertebrae with a dagger, and the sound was golden and iron. He slashed again, and as expected, only a half-finger-deep incision was left on the vertebra, which was still far away from cutting off the vertebra that was as thick as a bowl. The hardness of the bones of the four-armed man is astonishing, even stronger than the magic iron of the demon descendants.
After examining the vertebrae, Anwen suddenly found that there seemed to be some small holes at the ends of some long bone spurs. With a thought in his mind, he used his magic power, strengthened his hand, and cut off a long bone spur. Sure enough, the bone spur was hollow inside, and there was a drop of milky white liquid at the bottom of the hole.
Seeing this drop of white liquid, Anwen instantly felt his whole body tense. That was his instinctive alertness to danger. This drop of white liquid was not only poisonous, but also poisonous enough to kill Anwen!
Even as the young master of the demon descendants, Anwen broke out in a cold sweat. If he had hoped to deal with these natives with his bare hands instead of using weapons, it was hard to guarantee that he would not be injured by these extremely ugly bone spurs. The poison in the bone spurs, but even he would feel troublesome.
But how did the girl know the distribution of the bone spurs of the four-armed man, so as to avoid danger
Anwen turned his head and asked, "What did you use to kill him?"
What he didn't expect was that what the girl stretched out were his own hands.
"Uh, so, okay." Anwen continued to examine the corpse, really unwilling to associate those white and immature hands with the murderous weapon.
The few finger holes on the four-armed man's head also showed deep bones, and on its skull, circles of fine cracks could be seen. Apparently the girl inserted her finger. Although she couldn't penetrate its skull, the damage it caused was not small. The transmission and diffusion of power would even cause dizziness and disintegrate the resistance of the four-armed warrior.
It seems that after being thrown down by the girl, the struggle of the four-armed warrior became messy, and this was one of the reasons.
Anwen inspected the corpses of the two-armed men again, most of them were killed by a blow to the back of the neck. The girl directly cut off their ability to control their bodies, so that they could hunt and kill them one by one silently. It wasn't until he encountered a four-armed male warrior with a higher level of vitality that he took a lot of trouble.
But how did the girl know the body structure and weaknesses of the four-armed man so accurately? She obviously entered the maelstrom for the first time. Could it be that this is talent
There is nothing special about the two-armed and four-armed man. The girl took a look at the four-armed male warrior's chopping knife, compared it with her nerubian forearm chopping knife, and threw it back to the ground.
Anwen looked at the chopping knife and sighed. In fact, the grade of the chopping knife is quite good, and it can at least be comparable to the seventh-grade military equipment outside of the maelstrom. This is just the weapon of an ordinary four-armed male warrior. In this area, it can be said that there are treasures everywhere. Even if you cut down a tree casually, it is still a treasure that can build the core structure of the floating battleship.
It's just that the capacity of the space equipment he carries is really limited, not to mention the storage of wood and stones, not even the extremely precious ginkgo wine. In addition to a long sword, secret treasures and potions for body protection, and three or four tanks of wine, there is no room in the space.
After cleaning up the group of hunting aborigines, the girl looked at the stone castle again. Anwen was startled, and hurriedly said: "We can't swallow it!"
"There's something good in there."
"I know there is, but there is no way, there are too many enemies inside."
"Kill a little bit."
"It's too dangerous. Especially the white mist of a four-armed woman, once it is sprayed, it will be very troublesome."
The girl said: "I'm not afraid."
Anwen smiled wryly, "I'm afraid."