It made people's cheeks hurt, almost deformed.
Kevin closed his eyes, counted the distance in his heart and sighed softly at the same time: Tsk - such an embarrassing place, I really don't want to come again...
"Wow—"
The rushing water flowed with a bang, submerging him head and shoulders. He held his breath, relaxed his hands and feet, and let his body flow with the vortex, and the huge suction dragged him down at an extremely fast speed.
This high-speed rotation lasted for a while, before he was deprived of oxygen, and finally gradually calmed down.
He slid along the water to a flat ground, followed his inertia and slid forward for a while, and finally stopped.
"Ahem——" Kevin coughed up a little of the remaining water in his throat, and took a sharp breath.
If you turn it again, you'll puke.
He cursed in his heart, raised his hand to wipe the water on his face, and just about to open his eyes and get up, he felt something colder than water against his neck.
what? !
He opened his eyes suddenly, because the eyelashes were still stained with water, he couldn't fully open them, he could only half-close them.
Through his vision blurred by the water vapor, he saw a gleaming blade lying motionless in front of his eyes.
Chapter 25
As soon as he moved his head, the blade on his neck unceremoniously pressed a little tighter. Kevin could even feel that the skin under his throat was cut, and a trace of blood oozes out.
Although he claimed that "Gi can't die", the pain still hurts, and it's no less painful than others.
Kevin frowned in a "hiss-" manner. Before his sight recovered clearly, the sound of water splashing and then stopping suddenly sounded in his ears one after another. The rest of Ben and Nick also came down one after another.
"Fass—dammit!" Nick was probably a little dizzy with the water, and just about to open his mouth to confirm Kevin's location, he also received the high-level treatment with the tip of the knife against his throat.
The sound of sobbing chills sounded one after another, and they were all cut off halfway, and swallowed back into the throat.
There was a strange "ho ho" sound, like someone whispering in a strange language.
The water droplets on Kevin's eyelashes finally dried, and his vision became clear. The monsters that fell from the top of the mountain before appeared in his vision again.
The monster that pressed the tip of the knife against his neck, regardless of his eyes being open, brought that ugly face to Kevin's neck, and took two deep breaths, as if trying to smell something. .
Viewed from this angle, the monster's face looks even more terrifying—the overly protruding eyeballs are covered with a gray-white film, so that the black eyeballs cannot be seen at all, only the small pupil in the middle of the eyeballs remains. The skin on the face was like the rest of it, like old tree bark, and in some places there were even bristly buds.
On the whole, this monster looks like an old dryad walking.
Probably because of the thick skin, the old dryads had little expression on their faces, appearing silent and fierce.
In addition to the few dryads holding down the crowd with knives, there are also a few who seem to be the leaders. They are pointing and pointing at the elite squad that is restrained on this side, talking about something.
Among the top people in the legion, there are always a few who have some rare skills, such as ventriloquism.
Nick's lips didn't move, and he asked in a very low ventriloquism: "Can anyone translate what these old people are talking about..."
Kevin also responded to him in ventriloquist, speaking low and fast: "I guess, someone has already broken in here before us. The range of activities of these things is far away from this entrance, and they will not easily approach here during the day. Because they don't like places with sunlight."
Nick: "... tell me, is there anything else you don't know?"
Kevin: "Thanks for the compliment."
Another officer student who knows ventriloquism said Wukelian: "Please, can you chat at another time. Are they discussing how to kill us?"
The leader of the old dryads heard the movement, stopped his words, turned his head and glanced gloomyly here with eyes that only had the whites of his eyes.
Nick and the others shut up immediately, staring at their noses and mouths.
The leader stretched out his thin fingers that were forked like branches, and shook the two middle fingers together, as if using this gesture to give some kind of order.
Before Kevin and the others could react, the dryads who were holding their knives against them raised their elbows with lightning speed, and slammed them hard on everyone's heads.
Everyone rolled their eyes and fainted.
At that moment, Kevin was actually able to break free from the blade to block it, but his neck would inevitably be injured, and the blood sprayed here is not so short-lived