"I think... we should go." After a long silence, Sinbad murmured.
This place is full of weirdness, and the longer you stay, the more depressed you will feel. Even if you are at the bottom of the sea, you have never felt so uncomfortable.
Whether it is the soft light under his feet or the oil lamp in his hand, it can only illuminate the range of more than ten paces around him, while in the distance it is pitch black. In Sinbad's eyes, this light not only does not bring comfort, but is a dangerous omen. This means that they are completely exposed to the light, but unaware of the threats in the dark.
In fact, neither of them have seen the real boundaries of the cave until now.
"Let's go?" Rex's voice trembled slightly. "What are you talking about... I swear, this is definitely a marvelous sight that Mr. Thunder has never seen. Ancient relics? No... It's just a ruin!"
"The ruins won't move, you can come back later," Sinbad tried to persuade, "your assistant, and the Strange Object Society... are waiting for your good news outside."
When it came to the Fantastic Objects Fair, Rexton calmed down a lot, "You, you are right, I should take this good news back and share it with everyone."
"Then hurry up."
"Wait...wait, I finally got here, I can't go back empty-handed." He took out a dagger from his pocket and chiseled a stone tablet, "Don't worry, it won't take long. You can also put some in your pocket. things, at least as proof that we did find something."
In desperation, Sinbad had to do as he did. After all, the other party was essentially his employer. Since he took over the work of twenty golden dragons, he naturally had to bear the corresponding risks.
Maybe it just looks weird here, he comforted himself in the bottom of his heart, it was a little dark around, but it was also possible that there was nothing
"rub, rub, rub"
Every time Rex swung a knife, there would be a humming sound like the clash of gold and stone, which was especially harsh in the silent cave.
Sinbad also noticed that whenever the dagger cut into the monument, the light from the contact point would be much brighter, even to the point of dazzling.
He shook his head, drawing his attention back.
At this time, Simbadi really was not in the mood to use his energy to cut the stone tablets. There were some strange stone tools scattered among the cluttered walls, probably the tools left by the carrier, but only as time passed. rotted into what it is now. He picked a few pieces at random and stuffed them into his pocket. In this way, he could be considered to have completed the task explained by the other party.
"rub, rub, rub"
The fjord man was still chiseling the monument, and he already had five or six pieces of rubble the size of a fingernail by his hand.
"Hey, these are almost enough..." When Simbady was about to urge him again, an incongruous tone suddenly caught in his ears.
The same sound of rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, but more finely broken, as if there were several Rex chiseling the monument...
This is... an echo
wrong! He realized that the position of the two had not changed. How could there be no sound before, but now there is an echo
"Rex."
"It's all right, this is the last piece."
"You stop first..."
"Give me another quarter of an hour"
"Stop for me!" he almost growled.
Rex was stunned for a moment, the dagger froze in mid-air, and the harsh collision stopped abruptly.
But the screeching sound was still there, and it seemed to be approaching them.
This time, Rex also noticed something was wrong. He stuffed the stone into his pocket and looked around and said, "What is that?"
During the questioning, a white light suddenly lit up alternately in the distance.
Under the reflection of the light, Sinbad saw a fully grown desert scorpion coming. Its pliers are the size of an arm, and the crocheted needle at the tail is almost waist-high, and the green needle tip is undoubtedly filled with poisonous juice.
Damn, it must have been the gouge that started it! He bite the bullet and put the waist knife in front of his chest, "You step back slowly, don't take your eyes away from the scorpion."
For outstanding Mojin warriors, desert scorpions are not a difficult opponent. Their intelligence is low and their speed is not fast. Poison needles are not only the most threatening attack method, but also their weakness. A waist knife can cut the tail hook in two.
The problem was that he wasn't a great warrior in any way.
Despite having received relevant training since childhood, he has neither participated in joint hunting nor actually fought desert scorpions.
Just give it a try.
After Rex was completely hidden behind him, he said softly, "Now look down and don't move no matter what happens."
"I... I see."
After getting the answer, Sinbad also turned sideways.
At the moment when the eyes were out of contact, the desert scorpion launched an attack. Although it was invisible, the rushing sound indicated that the other party was rushing towards him quickly.
This is the habit of desert scorpions. They like to look for opportunities in confrontation. Once they find that the prey has a distraction, they will attack immediately.
calm!
Simbadi bent down slightly, placed the knife on the left side, and put his right hand on the handle of the knife. Within the slashing range of the blade!
When the sand scorpion's crawling sound almost sounded beside his ears, he took a step sideways suddenly, and then drew his knife and shot!
A dim light flashed.
Before returning to the line of sight, there was a weak resistance in his hand.
It was the feel of a blade slicing through a hollow reed.
With a crisp sound, the tail hook of the desert scorpion pierced into the stone tablet has been divided into two.
Sinbad turned the blade and inserted it directly into the gap in the carapace behind the scorpion's head.
The target swayed his lower foot feebly, and quickly collapsed.
"Amazing..." Rex breathed a sigh of relief, "As expected of the Mojin people who live by hunting..."
"It's not over yet!" Simbady interrupted, "It didn't sound like a desert scorpion just now!" Where? Where will the enemy come from? He vigilantly looked back and forth at the stone monuments everywhere, no matter which direction he came from, there should be light!
But there was only darkness all around.
Except for the top of the head.
Heck! He suddenly realized his negligence. The soft light that lit up in the dark was more eye-catching than anything else, but for the places that were already illuminated, the new light was easy to ignore.
Just as Sinbad looked up, a dark shadow had already swooped down.
The target is the Fiordlander behind him!
In a hurry, the only thing he could do was turn around and kick Rex out.
The desert scorpion almost rubbed the latter's body to the ground.
With the instinct of many years of training, Sinbad didn't even look at it, he cut it down with one knife, splitting the scorpion's head in half.
"Huh," he let out a long breath, "fortunately I caught up with... Hey, are you alright?"
"Cough cough... I, I probably... "
However, before listening to the other party's answer, there were more rubbing noises from behind the wall. At the beginning, you could still hear the gap, but after a few breaths, it became dense like a wave, and at the same time, there was a dull roar, and it seemed that some behemoth was crawling towards this side.
The two looked at each other, and their faces suddenly turned pale.
"Run, run!" Sinbad grabbed Rex who was still in a daze, turned and ran towards the hole.
After a while, a dazzling light bloomed from behind, illuminating the entire cave with bright lights!
In this increasingly bright glow, Sinbad saw a desert scorpion that was astonishingly large. Its eyes were the size of a dinner plate, and its carapace was as rough and thick as a reef. These features undoubtedly indicate the identity of the comer. It is one of the rumored sacrifices of the three gods, the giant iron-clad scorpion that dominates the earth!
Under the oppression of its huge body, the wall made of stone tablets became incandescent and translucent, and it even shook people to the point of being unable to open their eyes.
I see.
Simbadi finally understood why there was no light in the cave, and the green grass could grow everywhere; and where the light that occasionally revealed in the sea cave came from after dark.
The iron armored giant scorpion actually regarded this place as its own lair.