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Not intellectual, because while lying dormant under the sand waiting to cool down, he accidentally sensed the approach of his prey, and the giant scorpion about two meters long was willing to kill any unlucky egg that accidentally approached. Although it has no hearing, the giant scorpion is very sensitive to vibrations and can accurately grasp the location of the "Angry Brave Hoof", but it is also sensitive to light, and if it is suddenly exposed to a bright light, it will flee in terror.

No Light appeared.

Without warning, the man in second place pulled the cart with a pair of huge front claws!

Before the horse's leg was cut off, the centaur swung his gun away from the attacker, saying that it was split, but in fact, it only made the creepy eight legs stumble to the side for half a meter.

The scorching pain, the poison that kills.

The centaur fell to his knees with weak front legs, but his body was hanging from the car cover. The other three men immediately untied their boots and rushed over with their guns in hand.

The giant scorpion has a lot of strength, a high frequency of attacks, and the carapace has a defense equivalent to +3 armor, which is very hard. Luckily, the giant scorpion acted on its own, and it didn't have any special abilities for physical attack immunity, and was killed by the centaurs after three or four rounds. Luckily, the centaurs were strong enough, and the scorpion venom didn't take their lives, but the wounded centaurs were delirious and a little feverish, and lay in the car, next to the strange long knife that was hot in the midday sun.

The unbearable heat, wounded companions, deep uneasiness about the sand beneath their feet, and being used as cart animals all brought down the morale of Angry Brave.

Growing in the fairy wilderness, Mournful Warrior is completely unfamiliar with this desert, which is just the edge of a great desert, not far from the sea, and occasionally malnourished and sparse grass growing in the sand, which has nothing to do with the cruelty of nature.

The centaur who was walking in front suddenly felt that the hooves had stepped on something strange, soft, sticky, and very dense!

"Enemy attack! danger!" he exclaimed, immediately raising his front hooves, quickly uncovering his car, and slamming his gun into his feet!

...... The well-made spear never came out of the quicksand until the end...... Inserted too deeply.

Hathaway ordered, "Don't panic, it's okay. By then, the horse's four hooves had sunk into knee-high quicksand.

It doesn't matter if there are ghosts, this is a bottomless swamp variant of the fairy wilderness, it will die, and what the powerless little girl said is not credible—— people panicked.

In addition to the panic, the centaurs treated the quicksand as a swamp, at least to achieve the stillness of the whole body, not struggling indiscriminately.

The other two horses hurriedly pulled out the rope from their backpacks and threw it far away to their companions. This side is determined to drag his companion up, but the other side is tightly clamped by quicksand, and it feels like all the hooves will break if I continue to drag it like this!

Can't pull it out?

Why can't it be pulled out? If it was a swamp, it would have been pulled out a long time ago!

The centaurs know very well the terrifying power of nature, and no matter what the quicksand is, their companions are about to die anyway!

“...... Can you calm down......" Hathaway propped her forehead.

"We're calm! He didn't struggle at all, the question was why he couldn't pull it out! Look, look, his horse was half sunk in!" the two men paced back and forth on the edge of the quicksand.

With a sigh, Hathaway took off her headscarf and jumped out of the car, heading straight for the quicksand.

Why do you want to go into nature's traps?

- because it's not dangerous, at least not as dangerous as you think.

Hathaway stood on top of the quicksand, slowly pulling up her sinking feet, little by little, a miraculous scene: she kept small steps, trampling on the surface of the quicksand without sinking a single bit.

"Listen to me calmly. There are two types of quicksand in the sandy country: the empty rooms in the interior, where there are many magnificent underground ruins, are repeatedly loosely covered by the wind and sand, and if pressure is applied, people will quickly sink into it, and the locals call it "dry quicksand". There is space underneath, and people will not die immediately if they fall into it, but they will be saved, although they may not be able to climb up on their own and eventually die of thirst and starvation. On the seashore, groundwater is reverse osmosis and turns into a mortar with an extremely coincidental ratio of sand to water, like a very dense mud, called "wet quicksand". It's the kind of thing you have in front of you, and it's hard to take people's lives. ”

"But!"

"Because the conditions for formation are groundwater, most of the wet quicksand is not too deep, just over a meter, and objects that are less dense than it cannot sink - your horse's hooves tend to sink in, but they stop halfway through the body. It's a matter of density. Hathaway leaned back and continued, "Every child in the Sand is taught how to get out of the quicksand. As long as you don't fight to the death, you can be saved. Lean back, slowly moving your legs, feet, and body little by little, letting the quicksand into the crevices that have been squeezed out. Now you're caught, and it's hard to pull it out. Just be patient, a little bit, slow ......"

swish

A mysterious light flashed, and a miracle appeared. The centaur climbed a few times and came out of the quicksand!

"Huh?" Hathaway froze in a leaning back position.

"Thank you, thank you, Miss Secretary!" the centaurs tossed Hathaway, who was full of bewilderment, into the air and cheered in high cheers. She seemed to have said all those words in vain.

In hindsight, the Light was actually your subconscious use of the divine powers of the two realms of "protection" and "adventure". In hindsight, it was because of these cheers that the robbers from afar noticed it in advance and ambushed in the belly of the horse.

The five robbers observed from a distance, and saw that the three men and horses were quite strong and well-armed, and it seemed that it was not easy to win by hard fighting, so they decisively killed the horses, and took out all the internal organs, and one of them hid in it, while the other four were prostrate under the sand.

There was no decent road in the desert, and in order to ensure that the thirty-nine-meter long knife accurately passed through the ambush point, the horse had to be slaughtered. Anyway, there is only one horse left, and it won't make much use, but robbing these horses of equipment will make a lot of money.

Slaughtering horses is effective.

There wasn't much in the desert, and there was a horse corpse lying next to a few cacti, enough to entice Angry and Brave Hoof to drop by and take a look.

The horse had just been killed, and the entrails had been removed. Who would do such a cruel thing?

A man approached and touched the carcass with his spear.

His face was full of suspicion.

Hathaway cheeked and said, "You should be able to beat the ordinary bandits, right?"

“...... Huh?"

"But if the other party has a poisonous crossbow, it's not easy to say. ”

As soon as Hathaway finished speaking, a figure burst out of the horse's belly! Almost at the same time as it came out, it shot a poisoned arrow at the centaur in front of her. The venom in this area is easy to collect, just catch a small scorpion.

Subconsciously tilted his head, and the armor bounced off the crossbow arrow!

"Enemy attack! Kill!" The men and horses raised their horses' hooves, crushed the heads of the bloodied robbers who pounced on them, and swung their spears at the other robbers who jumped out of the surrounding sand, and were surrounded.

After the horse was slashed twice, his companions charged and quickly killed the enemy at the tip of their spears.

Fortunately, the blade is not poisonous, and the robbers are not very strong, otherwise they would not be so poor as five people leading only one horse.

Cleaning the battlefield, there is not much money.

Captain Centaur suddenly asked, "How did Miss Secretary find out that there was an ambush?

And you can use the word "discovery" to speculate on conspiracy theories. If I have to say, I have the protection of a witch. Hathaway put on her headscarf, climbed back into the car, and reminded Wrath of Courage to cut off his head in exchange for a bounty.

How to transport the super-long knife into the town has become a new problem. Unable to even turn the road, Scorwood finally sent a large number of soldiers to put the knife upright, and even the craftsmen in charge of building and maintaining the siege equipment racked their brains - and finally were hoisted upright by a large number of wooden machinery, which looked a bit like a siege tower.

The great lord saw the knife he ordered, and his thick eyebrows almost wrinkled to his nostrils.

He realized that his order a while ago was wrong, and it happened that the old blacksmith also had the ability, and he actually took it as the last challenge of his life and really built it.

There is bitterness that cannot be spoken,

But it's impossible to admit that you made a mistake. Your Excellency is having a hard time right now.

Hathaway's respectful hands presented a short knife carved in gold and jade inlaid with jewels, and the lord smiled, and found the steps in an instant.

"Adventurers from neighboring countries, you have done a great job! I like the gifts you have prepared very much, and this "exchange of gifts" is very pleasant. ”

The thirty-nine-meter broadsword was transformed into a gift prepared in advance for the envoys of neighboring countries, and Hathaway also prepared a short knife that could be used by a big fat man in advance, and this act evolved into an official solemn gift exchange ceremony.

The commission is completed.

The envoy quest is also completed.

This exaggerated broadsword has the same exaggerated propaganda effect, and I am afraid that half of the kingdoms and kingdoms will soon hear about the exchange of gifts, and it will be full of goodwill.

Where did Hathaway's jewel dagger come from?—— of course it was given to little Kyle in advance. With little Kyle's temperament, he has to grasp any business opportunity and knows the details, and he has long heard that the famous blacksmith here is desperately setting a world record, and he will know what is going on with a guess.

The mission on the side of "Sorrowful and Courageous" is considered a complete one. The poisoned man recovered after being treated, and the two stab wounds were also cast by the town's priest without even a single scar.

Now for Hathaway,

The real problem is that

How to transport such a long broadsword back to Labyrinth Town, and where to put it when it is transported back.

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The adventurer's private party is now following the map towards a small village that has not even bothered to mark its name.

There are two members of the Heraran who have taken refuge: the old mage and the prophetic mage hired to watch over you. Most of the members of Heraran kept their hiding places secret from each other, because there was no need to tell each other, and there were also a lot of research materials and spell-casting materials in the base, which were huge intangible assets. "Under the Blood Banner" followed the clues provided by the old mage, and was told that the member had a grudge against Landon's stupidity and the killing of Antonio Sheen. The information in the hands of the adventurer's private team came from the surveillance mage who was tortured.

The so-called torture was nothing more than Elizabeth pulling out one of his fingernails and then doing it all. This guy is as high as level 17 but he is very cowardly, and he has no discipline, such as constant magic, soul binding, and prayers, all kinds of odd jobs, and monitoring commissions are even more commonplace, and he even dares to sell life boxes.

In short, the adventurer's private party killed more goblins and beasts along the way than expected, and the woods became more and more inaccessible, without even a decent trail, let alone ruts.

Because the mages who live in seclusion here are not only as high as level 17, but they are also quite famous in Heraran - perverse guys. He never deliberately concealed his retreat.

Because it's not necessary.

No trouble would come to him, and the visitors he really longed for didn't bother to come.

The captain lowered his posture and crouched behind the tree, signaling that there was a figure in front of him. However, it wasn't the goblins that killed along the way, but the home brown fairy.

Pointed ears and a big nose, very short, as short as the captain's knees, but the head looks quite large, making people wonder how the neck can support it. From a distance, it almost looked like a goblin shot.

It appeared to be picking up firewood in the woods, but soon became aware of the private team, and quickly turned its body into a very similar background to its surroundings, disappearing from its tracks.

Everyone in the private team knows Brown Fairy, and even Brown Fairy's distant relative, even if it's the first time they see it. Thanks to Tong En's relentless knowledge of cramming, they are now able to identify ninety percent of all creatures at a glance, including their subspecies and distant relatives.

Seeing the home palm fairy means that it is not far from the destination.

Cautiously stealth—though the mage was not an enemy—more than ten minutes later, a tiny village with only two wisps of smoke loomed into view.

The oncoming farmer was stunned for a moment when he spotted six heavily armed adventurers, then nodded, put down the basket in hand, and looked back to show the way. Anyone who comes here can only come to visit the mage who lives in seclusion, not to travel.

The four-story stone tower, with a simple wall mixed with wood and stone, is a rare architectural style that neither looks like a castle nor a mage tower, which is strange.

Country roads are lined with farmland on both sides.

Looking at the houses here, it is estimated that the labor force is only twenty people, but the size of the farmland is like a hundred people. From the moment they stepped into this village, they felt that there was an indescribable strangeness here, a strangeness that was not hostile.

There were no militia, let alone guards, and three waterwheels were built next to the creek. Only one of the three is a mill.

The peasant woman took her leave, and continued her walk towards the woods, seemingly unconcerned about the danger surrounding her. The other villagers looked at the other villagers from afar, and soon resumed their work.

There are two stone statues next to the gate of the stone tower wall - definitely stone golems, which can fool laymen but not professional adventurers from guilds. After all, there are several golems in the guild, one more for adventurers, and there is also a special golem in the territory.

Next to the door was written the following text:

「

Jack's family is poor, what should he do to improve the family's situation?

△ Kill the farmer who oppressed his father and seize the land that belongs to him.

△ Sell your sister to the big city, exchange for chickens, and then sell eggs.

△ Throw the grandfather who can't get off the field into the mountains.

Tell the guards the correct answer before entering.

」

Several people in the private team looked at each other, what the hell is this?

as expected

As they tried to get closer to the stone tower, the two stone golems moved, reaching out huge hands to grab them.

Suddenly, a mysterious holy light appeared

A, prompted the correct answer.

B, added immunity to one damage for the six of them.

C, blinded the mage in the room.

No one can tell how the Light has ever flickered.