The Final Protectors

Chapter 76: Junction

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Not only is the Difu detector out of order, but even Emmy’s waterproof watch is gone, and all the things that use batteries have become a pile of scrap iron—these fragile electronic components are even used as bricks to paste Difu’s face Neither is strong enough.

Aldo asked everyone to throw out the unusable things in order to reduce the luggage to the most necessary and most efficient combination.

Fortunately, most of the entourage are gold medals. Even if they don't have those instruments, they each have their own little methods.

Even Evan took out a small, pendant-like disc from his pocket. This little thing was very delicately made, with a transparent shell and a long chain that could be hung around the neck. There is a small pointer, and the back of the pointer is a piece of wood, which looks old in color, and a magic circle is carved on the wood.

It looks like a handicraft.

Evan carefully wiped the mist on the shell with his fingers, and handed it to Gal: "I think you need this."

Gal was taken aback: "What is this?"

Evan scratched his hair, and said with some embarrassment: "I made this myself. The one inside is a detection circle. I copied it from the materials you got back from the underground palace. It may not be standard... But I experimented However, it is still useful, the pointer is very sensitive and can remind you of Difu within five meters."

"Oh," Gal raised his eyebrows in surprise, "it's impressive."

Louis glanced at it, and rarely expressed a positive opinion on Evan: "This thing is well done, you will be a good carpenter, Mr. Gorado."

Evan didn't seem to hear that Louis was mocking him, rubbed his hands and smiled sheepishly: "Thank you, thank you, in fact, I'm also good at carving on radishes and watermelons..."

Louis rolled his eyes at the sky.

Gal carefully looked at this small detector that was almost a handicraft upside down several times, then stuffed it back into Evan's hand, patted his thick but unreliable shoulder, and praised: "Good idea, I understand it, but you should take it with you, I have my way."

Evan hesitated for a moment: "But..."

Gal rolled up his sleeves, revealing a bandage-wrapped forearm. His slender and powerful fingers gripped the handle of the bayonet. For a moment, the edge of the sharp weapon seemed to have silver patterns flowing and flashing, and then sank into the extremely thin blade. inside.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the snow-covered mountain road, and said nonchalantly, "It's just a third-level Difu."

Days of wandering and hard work made his cheeks slightly sunken, and Galwen's facial features were stained with a touch of madness that resembled Carlos. At first glance, he was a bit reborn.

They continued to walk to the top of the mountain, and the temperature dropped even more. Huge and sharp blocks of ice protruded from the rocks, and sometimes they could see bones hidden in the weeds, but the surrounding area gradually ceased to be a vast expanse of whiteness. With plants.

They drilled out of the cracks in the ice, snow and stones, and some even grew into clusters, which became denser and denser as they went up, until finally, they almost formed low bushes by the side of the road.

No one can name this strange plant, so fragile, but so special—probably after the extreme harshness, some seemingly weak species will cross the border and stand alone in another world survive.

The more dangerous the place is, the more miracles will happen.

With Carlos leading the way, the speed of the hunters unconsciously increased a lot compared to before. They quickly passed through the dead vegetation like a quick march.

This place is so quiet that even a bug can't be seen, like a wide but sealed box, in the endless whiteness, it makes people feel like being claustrophobic.

Suddenly, a sudden bird song came from not far away, and everyone's attention couldn't help being drawn to it—on a big rock not far away, a palm-sized kingfisher stood there with one leg.

However, just stopping for this moment, a shadow suddenly flashed on the nearby cliff, as fast as a gust of wind, even the sound was held behind, and it rushed towards Amy.

Amy froze for a moment, and then he recalled the feeling - as if something had frozen his body for a moment, and he couldn't move.

Suddenly, someone grabbed him by the back of the collar, and a machete brushed past his neck. Amy smelled the smell of metal, and the bare skin on his neck was irritated by the cold blade. Goosebumps, he even had an illusion—as if his own throat had been cut by that sharp weapon.

With a crisp sound, Louis' scimitar hit something, and the huge impact made his wrist go numb.

The screams that made people's bones sore exploded in a small area, Carlos frowned, and turned his head to come over, but Aldo grabbed him.

"Only one," he said, "don't break the formation, Louis and the others can handle it."

"But that's probably a mutation," Carlos said.

"You dealt with two mutated Level 2s when you were still wounded. Could it be that so many of them couldn't deal with a little dark elf?" Aldo asked.

Amy was dragged to the side by Louis, and in a blink of an eye, they saw the unique black wings of the dark elves, flashing in the air, and Evan didn't know what he was thinking, in such a place where everyone was on the alert At that time, he subconsciously looked down at his little handicraft carved out of a radish. The pattern of the magic circle on the ancient wood glowed dark red, and the small pointer happily turned an angle, pointing directly in the direction of Gal.

Terrified, he exclaimed, "Gal!"

But Gal was no longer where he was, and no one knew how he did it. Almost at the same time as Evan blurted out his yell, he flashed past the attack range of the dark elves and landed on the rock with one foot. With the reaction, it soared into the air, and the arc drawn by the tip of the extremely thin bayonet in the air almost burned everyone's eyes.

He seemed to be walking on a sideways and steep mountain wall, the hem of his clothes fluttered, making a hunting sound like a banner in the wind, he was like a bird soaring.

Aldo narrowed his eyes: "Yes, very agile."

Carlos said proudly: "It was hit by me."

Aldo: "..."

Silently, he took out a small arrow that was only as long as a palm from the quiver at his waist, and he seemed to swing his wrist very quickly. There was a sound of flapping wings behind him, and then it stopped abruptly—that strange and The beautiful bird, with short arrows stuck across its neck and a colorful beak, fell to the ground.

At the same time, Gal finally landed, holding the handle of the bayonet with both hands, knelt down on one knee, and nailed the tip of the knife to a dark elf who was only smaller than the one Carlos and the others brought back. It passed through the back and pierced straight through its chest.

"I just recognized it. It's the Thorn of Dawn, a legendary knife whose tip can pierce eighteen roses from the wings of flies," Aldo snorted, and glanced at Carlos sideways, feeling a little sour Di complained in a low voice, "Why did you give him all the good things you hid in the underground palace back then?"

"If your last name is Flaret, they'll be yours next time," Carlos replied in the same ear-piercing voice.

Aldo watched Gal drop the dark elf's body, and after gesturing to them to continue, he turned around and continued walking, while saying meaningfully: "If I change my surname, you will have to pay for it." Yes, but it’s not the price of a few swords.”

Carlos raised his eyebrows: "I can promise you with my body."

Aldo gave him a deep look.

Carlos looked aside: "It's not the first time anyway."

Since this was a hole dug by himself, Aldo didn't dare to say anything, but changed the subject lightly: "Have you found out that Difu's alienation is regular?"

Carlos didn't respond: "Huh?"

"Drummers, Tibetan pearl clams, black fish, dark elves, and under the same mountain, the scorpions don't seem to have changed at all." Aldo paused, and continued, "Most of the difu that can alienate are humanoid or It has the ability to bend over, and has a very high level of intelligence."

Carlos is still unclear, so: "So..."

"It's nothing, I just thought, this probably represents some kind of evolutionary trend." Aldo was speaking, and a sneak attacking dark elf slammed into it, but was shot straight into the invisible air circle in front of them , the body was quickly tied into a twist knot, and the bones came out from the back.

"Just like the legend that human beings are transformed from monkeys, the smartest group will first occupy favorable resources, and will eventually become a new race that can always get what they want." Aldo finished what he said just now without changing his expression. He gestured to the people behind him, "Don't be nervous, the dark elves are very cautious and smart Difu, and if they find that the enemy is beyond their reach, they won't come to seek death again."

Carlos still didn't know why Aldo suddenly discussed Difu's IQ with himself, and blinked suspiciously.

Aldo smiled at him: "Don't worry, it's nothing."

Just explaining to you the results of a... "future" "seems to be discussed" "very important" issue.

And just as Carlos predicted, the night will come soon.

Camping in a world of ice and snow is nothing - the horror is in the world of ice and snow, being stared at from a distance by a large pile of difu as a dish, and then camping.

When Evan put up the tent and straightened his waist, he found that the flat ground, mountain depressions, and rocks in the distance were covered with dots and bright eyes, and they looked fiercely towards this side from a distance. Looking around, I suddenly got goose bumps all over my body.

He couldn't help pushing Carlos, who was eating jerky next to him, happily: "Do you think we are being stared at by something?"

Carlos said vaguely, "There are more than 30 dark elves, a dozen black fish, and a few abyss jackals walking here in the distance."

Evan's legs softened and he knelt down for him.

Aldo walked out of the tent, and threw a dozen of papers into Evan's arms: "The warning circle, draw it next to the camp—since you're here, you must do something useful."

Evan shrank his neck, and Carlos took a bag of beef jerky from his pocket, looked at it in his hand, and then decisively decided to keep it for himself, and handed his bag to him by the way: "I don't I like spicy ones, for the sake of exchanging with me, I can provide protection and guard when you draw the magic circle, my dear princess!"

This unusually strong "Her Royal Highness" shuddered fiercely. Hearing this sentence, he felt that his future was bleak.

Gal picked up his Thorn of Dawn and stood up. After nodding to Aldo, he picked up his ineffective apprentice who hadn't reacted after eating a small stove: "Let's go, I'm right behind you."

Evan was relieved this time, and went to draw the magic circle in a hurry.

Aldo sat down beside Carlos, and glanced at the difu that surrounded them—they gathered more and more.

Aldo laughed nonchalantly, and asked softly, "I guess this is the legendary 'Junction'. Before, you took us on the road just to get here before dark and camp?"

Carlos was holding a long strip of jerky in his mouth, proudly: "Yeah, the most dangerous place is the safest place—tonight will be very lively, I hope these dear babies will not be scared to pee their pants. "

Aldo suddenly pressed his shoulders, bit off half of the jerky from his mouth, and licked Carlos' lips with the tip of his tongue when he took it away. Then he sat upright and commented like a gentleman: "Sure enough, this tastes better."

This scene happened to be seen by Amy who had just started the fire. He was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes away, and walked to Louis - the latter was cleaning his knife seriously, and did not say anything except a slight nod as a greeting. How to react to Emmy.

"Thank you very much for today." Amy whispered.

"Nothing." Louis said briefly, lowering his eyelids.

"Are you the first night watchman at night?" Amy pursed her lips and asked without words.

"Um."

"Can I accompany you?" asked Amy.

Louie took one look at him and said calmly, "I don't think it's necessary, Therapist Berger."

Amy: "But..."

Louis stood up with the knife ready, ready to supervise Evan's work, his eyes brushed against Amy's face, which was rare in such an extreme environment - even without heavy makeup, his face still had the femininity brought out from his bones , the brown eyeballs were finally exposed from the thick false eyelashes, the eyelids were thin, and they looked a bit melancholy, Louis paused, and said lightly: "You are a therapist, sir, anyone will protect you of."