Head a little dizzy.
But the body does not hurt.
The ground seems not as hard as expected.
and…
Still a little soft.
Ponard, who fell from the ground into the ground, gradually regained consciousness.
Subconsciously, the grazing representative from the bay area checked his body, and subconsciously touched the ground.
"Have you touched enough?"
The husky words rang in his ears, and Bonnard was startled.
Then it was discovered that Lucan was actually under him.
Panard jumped up immediately, and with the help of a little dim light, Panard clearly saw that there were cracks all around the ground where Lucan lay down.
Cracks caused entirely by impact.
Looking at Lucan who was completely embedded in the ground, Ponnard could fully guess how much impact Lucan had endured.
If it were him with such power...
I'm afraid he will die simply!
Immediately, Bonnard's gaze at Lucan became complicated.
You know, not long ago, he regarded the other party as an opponent.
And now, this potential opponent has saved him.
For a moment, Bonnard didn't know what attitude he should use to face the other party.
Lucan naturally felt such a gaze.
"I'm not saving you."
"It's just that I'm heavier than you, so I fell first."
The herdsman from the north gritted his teeth while talking, and was about to stand up, but just halfway up, he lay down again.
There is no doubt that even the Northland herdsmen, who are known for their physical strength, cannot be unscathed after falling from such a high place and serving as a human cushion.
"Are you OK?"
After regaining his senses, Ponard immediately ran over, squatting down to check Lucan's injury.
"fine."
The Northland herdsman replied in a deep voice.
"Broken ribs, broken leg bones, internal organs damaged to varying degrees..."
"I said I'm fine."
"A good night's sleep."
The Northland grazer interrupted Ponard's words, and then just closed his eyes.
It's just that I just closed my eyes.
A warm thing was poked into the mouth, followed by a slightly fishy liquid.
The northern herder opened his eyes instantly.
I saw the test tube that was just in front of my eyes.
He wanted to spit out the test tube, but his weak body made it impossible for him to do so.
Moreover, the next moment, Panard took out several test tubes and inserted them into his mouth.
"I don't like to owe people favors."
"These are the healing potions I found earlier."
"You should be able to recover quickly."
Bonnard said seriously.
Then, Panard tried his best to help Lucan up, put one of Lucan's hands on his shoulder, held the other's belt, and moved hard to the side.
Here is a huge hall.
It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see clearly.
However, Bonnard knew that he couldn't stay where he was.
Because, the Minotaur will come anytime.
After seeing the opponent's ability, Bonnard didn't think that the alloy gate could stop the opponent.
Apparently, Lucan knew this too.
At this time, the Northland grazer wanted to reduce the burden on Ponard, but he exerted a little force, and his whole body hurt from the inside out.
Undoubtedly, the injury this time was more serious than he had imagined.
"You'd better not move."
"Those medicines are all I have, if you get hurt again."
"I can't find the medicine."
While talking, Bonnard turned his head around a lot.
This is one side of the hall, the walls are tall and strong, and there are some broken reliefs.
If you touch it with your hands, it has a cold feeling, between stone and metal.
"This is where?"
"Have you ever seen anything like it?"
Pennard asked in a low voice.
"No."
"I thought at first we had entered the city's sewers."
The Northland herder said simply.
"There are no reliefs in the sewers."
"and… "
"The air here is very fresh, without the slightest sense of stuffiness. There should be special ventilation holes."
Bonnard raised a hand, licked his fingertips with his tongue, and after careful perception, he immediately pointed to a direction in the darkness.
"here."
With that said, Ponard half-supported and half-carried Lucan and walked there.
A tunnel, also in darkness, emerged.
Standing here, I can already clearly feel the wind.
Ponard took Lucan and moved on.
After walking about four to five hundred meters, the herdsman from the bay area had already started to gasp for breath.
Heavy!
really heavy!
He felt that he was not half carrying a man, but a bear.
No!
Neither bear weighs as much as the other!
"Put me down."
"I'm feeling better and able to go."
The grazer in the Northland felt that Panard's breathing became more and more rapid, and said directly.
Northland herders know how much they are.
As for what Bonnard is good at, the grazers in the Northland also know what they are good at.
In fact, Ponard was able to walk so far with half of his back on his back, which had exceeded the expectations of the Northland herdsmen.
However, Pennard did not follow his word.
The herder in the bay area lowered his head and walked with his back to Lucan, with a rare stubbornness on his face.
Just like other herders.
No matter what you usually look like, at the most critical moment, you always have your own persistence.
Bonnard is no exception.
For those who have nothing to do with him, he can do nothing to save them.
However, he must save the person who saved him.
Nothing to do with kindness.
It's only about principles.
After continuing for four to five hundred meters, in this dark corridor, Bonnard finally saw the direction of the wind, which was an open door.
It doesn't turn on naturally.
Instead, they broke down violently.
The thick wooden door was broken into several pieces and scattered on the ground, only a few remained on the door frame.
"this?"
Bonnard frowned.
After the inspection, Ponnard's brows furrowed even deeper.
"The wooden door is 20 centimeters thick. It has been soaked in tung oil and is extremely strong. I didn't see any traces of weapons such as cutting and hammering, and there was no residue of explosives. There was only a shallow footprint, which should be..."
"Kicked away!"
Ponard, who came up with this answer, was taken aback by his own answer.
After taking a breath, Panard looked at Lucan.
"I should be able to do it in my strongest state."
"But it's definitely not going to be that easy."
Northland grazers are outspoken.
"You know anyone in the camp who can do that?"
Pennard continued to ask.
"No."
The Northland herder shook his head.
He really didn't know who in the temporary camp could do it.
Qin Ran's figure flashed in his mind, but the Northland herdsman shook his head again.
The opponent should be stronger than him!
But it won't be too strong, otherwise, how could it be still in the ordinary camp, the alien camp is where the opponent should go.
Could it be...
"Has anyone from the alien camp entered?"
The Northland herder whispered.
"It may also be a weird camp!"
Ponard's face changed slightly.
As for the 'foreigner', the shepherds have reservations, but the two sides are allies.
And for 'weird', that's really the nemesis.
Otherwise, 'Winter Night' would not have happened.
"what to do?"
Panard looked at the passage behind the door and hesitated.
The northern herders were a little silent.
However, when the two were silent—
boom!
An extremely heavy sound came from the direction of the hall far behind.
The color of the two changed at the same time.
The Minotaur is coming!
Without hesitation, Ponard half carried Lucan on his back and continued forward.
Who is in front, the two don't know.
But who is behind, the two of them are really clear.
That minotaur is catching up, and the two of them will die.
But the front is unknown.
When encountering a 'foreigner', there is an extra ally, and everyone is naturally happy.
As for encountering 'weirdness'
It was nothing more than a battle to the death.
It is no different from being chased by the Minotaur.
So, move on!
Under the crisis of life and death, Ponard once again erupted with great strength, half carrying Lucan on his back, and trot all the way.
It's just that the two people who were trotting, saw the scene along the way, but their expressions changed again and again.
Pieces of monster corpses.
A series of broken doors.
Boxes opened one by one.
Obviously, this person didn't stop for a moment, let alone being stopped by anyone.
The monster blocks and dies.
The door is blocked and broken.
Unimpeded.
Run amok.
A picture after another involuntarily appeared in the minds of the two of them.
At the same time, a question appeared in the bottom of my heart.
Who is this
or…
What kind of monster is this
Especially Ponard.
He is very confident in his talent, but now, he doesn't feel any trace of treasure.
He has encountered such a situation before!
When he was very weak, when he encountered a treasure guarded by a whale swallowing crocodile, even if he saw the treasure with his own eyes, he didn't have any perception.
But at that time, he was as weak as an ordinary person.
And now
He's the face of the Bay Area ranchers.
Even facing the whale swallowing crocodile at that time, he was not helpless. Although he couldn't win, he could still run.
But talent told him clearly.
The current him, facing this unknown person, is the same as when he was weak and weak, facing the whale-eating crocodile.
Involuntarily, Panard hesitated in his heart.
However, the sound of hooves getting closer behind him made him move without any hesitation.
Keep going fast.
About ten seconds later, the two saw a tall figure.
A monster with a horse's head and a big knife in his hand rushed towards them aggressively.
It's over!
It's weird!
After seeing this inhuman monster and sensing the evil spirit on the opponent's body, Ponnard and Lucan's hearts sank.
Without any hesitation, Bonnard put Lucan down, and took out the magic gun and magic grenade.
He was ready to go all out.
As for getting caught without a fight
joke!
He is Ponard.
Even if it is death, you have to pull a back.
"I don't know how long I can hold it off, but..."
Ponard whispered to Lucan on the side, but before he could finish speaking, he flew into the air.
The speed is fast and the altitude is extremely accurate.
Almost when Bonnard jumped over the horse-headed man's head against the ceiling, the northern herdsman slammed into the horse-headed man's body heavily.
boom!
"run!"
In the muffled sound, mixed with the roar of the grazers in the north, his body swelled like a balloon.
The next moment, a giant khaki bear roared to the sky.
He yelled at the horse-headed man who was knocked to the ground, and the tauren who appeared in sight: "Come on!"
The roar was like thunder.
The sound of thunder rolled.
In the dark passage, the dust from the ceiling was shaken off.
Amidst the fly ash, the grazers in the north, who were about to fight to the death, finally realized something was wrong.
The horse-headed man who was knocked to the ground by him was panting heavily, looking at him with anger, aggrieved and unwillingness.
He looked like he wanted to hit him, but didn't dare to make a move.
It's like a big girl who has been bullied.
The tauren in the distance was simply abnormal, turning around and running, but the moment he turned around, he froze in place.
Like a wooden clay sculpture.
"What's wrong?"
"Did I break through unknowingly?"
"Can such a weirdness be deterred by just relying on momentum?"
The Northland grazer scratched his head.
Even the Northland herdsmen had time to look back at Ponard who also looked confused.
Bonnard didn't know what happened.
However, it seems that the situation is in their favor
Just as the wranglers in the Bay Area were guessing, a burst of footsteps went from vague to clear.
Step, step.
It was the sound of boots hitting the ground.
The steps are not fast or slow, just like walking.
Ponard and Lucan looked at the direction of the footsteps at the same time.
The direction in which the Minotaur wanted to flee.
Shadows cover it.
Darkness is there.
Lucan and Bonnard could only see the mighty Minotaur chasing them, as if hit by a train, it flew upside down and landed heavily on the side of the horse-headed man.
The two looked at the distance strangely and slightly tremblingly.
"Surrender."
"Or die."
A calm, indifferent voice came from there.
The two strange bodies trembled.
They looked at each other.
Full of hesitation.
But at that very moment, when the mountain-like murderous aura and evil pressure pressed on them.
When the two weird faces pressed tightly against the cold ground, they chose to give in.
Because, the previous battle is enough to tell them that this murderous intent is not a joke.
If you don't surrender, you will really die!
"I, Dick Hughes, am willing to surrender to the person in front of me, follow in the footsteps of the person in front of me, and regard him as my master..."
"I, Kantes, am willing to surrender to the person in front of me, follow in the footsteps of the person in front of me, and regard him as my master..."
The horse head monster and the minotaur said almost in unison.
Then, at the end of the oath.
The two weirdos paused slightly.
At the beginning of their birth, they originated from the imprint deep in the soul, which made them choose their own way. They knelt down on one knee, raised their long knife and ox fork in one hand, and put the other hand on their chest. Their heads were slightly lowered, but The voice is extremely loud.
They shouted in unison—
"Master Yan Luo."
Yama
Lucan and Ponard were taken aback.
Afterwards, the two shepherds who had been taught accordingly and knew some strange habits reacted instantly.
Yama!
No!
That's Luo Yan!
It was the Ai representative who arrived at the camp last.