There was a scalp-numbing sound of rubbing against the thick snow, as if something with fur was rubbing against one's ear.
At the beginning, not many scorpions came over—Carlos’s sword was poked on the ground, and there was still fresh blood of scorpions on it, and the corpses were thrown on the ground. .
And Carlos didn't hide his bright talent, which would make the lowly Difu feel the fear of natural restraint.
They are about ten meters away from these hunters, lurking under the thick snow, and often, as if they can't wait to come out to investigate, they show their heads, allowing people to see gray flashes across the snow, and then come back again. Drilling back into the whiteness, if it weren't for the stench from the dead body not far away, and the long bluish needle on its tail that shone ominously in the sun, they would almost look like wintering groundhogs .
"Go, get out of here as soon as possible, I'm dead." Carlos turned his back to them, holding his sword in both hands with rare solemnity, "Scorpions live in groups."
Louis glanced at Aldo.
Aldo didn't raise his eyelids, and said in a slightly hasty tone: "Don't dawdle, move quickly."
The Gold Medals were like well-trained soldiers. They evacuated quickly without saying a word, and walked up the mountain. The ice and snow did not affect their speed at all. In less than ten minutes, when Gal turned back, he found Carlos The location seems to be at the foot of the mountain.
At this time, Aldo stopped suddenly and drew an arrow from behind.
When the arrow was taken out of the package, Evan, who was standing next to him, almost covered his eyes with his hands—it was too bright, unlike the fire feather arrows in the temple that could draw a golden light in the air, it was It should be longer and bigger, and the body of the arrow is coated with a layer of extremely bright golden light, and people nearby can feel the scorching breath on the arrow.
Aldo stringed the flaming arrow, slowly raised the half-human-high bow, and said softly, "Look carefully, how the real long-range attack works together."
Looking down from a height, the snow around Carlos is almost churning. There are all scorpions densely packed in layers. There are tens of thousands of them, with gray waves on the snow-white snow. The thin needles gather together to reflect the snow in a blue orchid.
The long-haired man was surrounded in the middle, as if submerged in a sea of scorpions.
Immediately, everyone understood what Carlos meant by "living in groups".
This is beyond the enchantment, the world of demons, darkness, and endless winter.
Gal's pupils shrank, and he turned around suddenly: "I want to go back..."
But before his words landed, Aldo's first arrow had already been released.
The sound of the arrow was like a strange bird. The moment it was released into the sky, a huge flame erupted, illuminating the entire gloomy and pale sky, and the sound of piercing the air echoed throughout the entire Jueying Mountain. In the valley, there are layers upon layers of echoes like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
At the same time, as if he had received some signal, Carlos suddenly left the place where he was standing, his toes seemed not to touch the ground, and he only touched the snow lightly. He scuttled around, but none of the spikes scratched the thin soles of his shoes.
Where the epee fell, even the thick layer of snow was forced away, exposing the dry and cracked ground. The burning arrow landed one meter behind him, and the fire immediately spread out on the snow, countless scorpions were burned by the fire. He jumped up and instantly turned into gray-black charred corpses.
Carlos split the heads of the three scorpions at the same time with his sword, and the blood splashed all over his body. He stepped back as if he had eyes behind him and stepped into the area where the arrows were burning. The blazing flames streaked across his pants , but did not hurt him in the slightest.
Aldo's second arrow shot out immediately after, the distance was extremely far, but the landing was extremely precise. The circle of fire that burned around it was exactly tangent to the range of the previous fire circle, exactly for Carlos. After sweeping out an evacuation path, Aldo pulled the empty string towards the sky, and the bowstring gave out a strange scream, which spread far away.
"Keep going, don't look back, don't waste time." Aldo said to the people next to him, pushing Gal on the shoulder, "He heard the signal and will catch up soon."
When Carlos caught up, Evan didn't even notice it, but when they walked carefully through a huge ice section, his foot slipped and almost fell, Carlos suddenly didn't know where he came from. Came out and gave him a hand.
"Be careful buddy," Carlos helped Evan stand still, and motioned him to look down with his eyes—there was a dense layer of green "plants" growing there, which were strangely eye-catching in a world of ice and snow, "If you go from here Drop it, and I promise you'll turn into a succulent human being."
Evan stared at him blankly—I don’t know how many scorpions Carlos had killed. He seemed to have been splashed with ink. The neckline, sleeves, and trousers were all splashed with blood. Another layer, even on the chin, he wiped it casually, and dragged out a long mark.
If it wasn't for the smile on that familiar and friendly face, Evan would almost fear him.
Maybe this is the real Carlos—the man who lived in legend for a thousand years.
When they passed through the ice safely, Carlos, who fell at the end, suddenly stretched out his epee unexpectedly, and quickly swept across the weird green grass. The slender sword protruded from the seemingly normal grass. The vines wrapped tightly around his scabbard.
Carlos stood up and raised his arms suddenly with the force of backing up. Several plants were uprooted by him. The root of the "grass" was actually connected to a skull. The plant was like its "hair" in the air. Floating weakly, left the soil, quickly lost its attack power, and fell limply from Carlos' scabbard.
The skull rolled straight to Amy's feet.
Amy's eyes widened: "My God, it turned out...it turned out to be the legendary batweed."
"The liquid from the grass stalks, one drop can make the dying people glow with the vitality to stand up and run around the mountain, and it can stimulate the most incredible potential of human beings." Carlos drew back his sword, "I'll leave it to you Dealing with the therapist, trust me, this stuff works in the end."
Aldo pulled Carlos over, clasped his wrist in the palm of his hand, and said to Amy: "Keep it well, and you are a therapist, you should know that the function of this thing is to overdraw your life, I hope you treat it with caution, it will not kill you Don't use it while you're at it—now, rest where you are for ten minutes, and Carl will come over."
The two of them walked a little forward, leaving a distance from the others.
Only then did Aldo heave a sigh of relief, and the calming mask he put on for others to see was removed from his face. He stretched out his fingers and gently wiped the bloodstained area on Carlos's face: "It's good that you're not injured."
Carlos said nonchalantly: "I have already been greeted by them once, and the last time was even worse. I didn't have anyone around me who could support me remotely. It's true to be with a bunch of rookies who only bark and accidentally injure teammates." disaster."
"I didn't expect Jueying Mountain to be outside the barrier," Aldo sighed, "What's next? High-level? Demon-level? Or..."
"The real problem is Jueying Mountain itself." Carlos sat down on a protruding rock and flexed his wrist, "From the middle of the mountain to the peak, the level of Difu will become higher and higher, both ordinary and mutant ones may There will be, but these are nothing. The top of the mountain is not the end, go further, when you think you have started to go down the mountain, you will find that there is a huge lake there."
"A lake on top of a hill?"
"Yes, but there is no water in the lake." Carlos said, "Don't ask me what it is, I don't know, there are a lot of jade stones inlaid by the lake, the whole lake is green, and the wind is strong at high places, but But it’s always calm, but I don’t know why, standing by the lake, I can hear the sound of water coming from the depths of the earth, I can’t describe the feeling, it’s like... suddenly reaching death.”
"Sound of water?" Aldo narrowed his eyes.
"It's the sound of water in the music box. It seems to come from the deep sea, but it is clearly coming from the ground, as if it is very far away, but when you close your eyes, it seems to come from all directions." When Carlos mentioned this, most of his eyes were covered. The face under the brim of the hat suddenly turned pale, and he even rubbed his fingers nervously.
When he was ten years old, he secretly hid under the carriage to watch his seniors perform tasks. A second-level red python got in somehow, and confronted this little guy whose waist was not as thick as its tail As a result, he pierced seven inches with a small dagger—Carlos seemed to have never known what fear was since he was a child.
But the lake inlaid with gemstones made him feel lingering fear when he mentioned it many years later.
Aldo took his hand gently.
"I didn't expect something that can really repair the barrier, but it is outside the barrier." Carlos frowned, "To be honest, I really feel like picking a chestnut from the fire."
Aldo suddenly felt moved, and asked sternly: "Just now at the bottom of the mountain, when I sent the signal, you didn't evacuate immediately, did you? Otherwise, it wouldn't take so long to catch up."
Carlos made a haha, stood up, and said, "I think we should hurry up and go as fast as possible during the day. The real danger is at night..."
Aldo: "Ka, Luo, Si!"
"Well... I just took care of the mice that weren't burned to death." Carlos looked away.
Aldo's complexion was unkind, full of forced confession.
"Okay," Carlos grabbed his hat irritably, and straightened his hair, which was blown by the strong wind and began to block his vision, "I killed them all."
Aldo: "There are at least a thousand of them, how dare you..."
"More than half of it was burned to dryness by you," Carlos shrugged. "Listen to Leo, we will be very embarrassed when we go back. Do you want to be attacked by the enemy?"
"Then you must at least tell me," Aldo lowered his voice, almost wanting to yell, "Mr. Fraret, I warn you, this is not the skirmisher group you didn't even have an organizer last time, are you still Underage? Doing something dangerous on your own initiative as soon as you're out of my sight? Don't you know..."
"Leo," Carlos immediately softened his voice kindly, "I was wrong."
All of Aldo's reprimands made him block back with a flattering, soft "Leo", which made his face turn blue.
Carlos laughed, put the epee on his shoulder, and waved to everyone from a distance: "Hey! Don't lie on the ground, let's go! From now on, no one is allowed to act alone, don't go with you Our companions are more than two meters away—we are about to enter the territory of the lightning-like little dark elves."
By the way, what is the purpose of this tour guide's tone
Aldo said coldly behind him: "Do you still need a little red flag to hold and wave in your hand, dear Mr. Flarret?"
Carlos laughed dryly.
Aldo glared at him gloomyly, and said to Louis: "Carlos and I will lead the way, you and Gal will be in charge of breaking the trail, and the others will take your weapons and that... Difu detector that may not work very well, and set off."