Senid once said, "As is customary, this month should be fine." ”

But it soon turned out that the only value of the so-called convention is to break it.

The sun had not yet set, and the prophecy that "it would be fine" had come to naught, and in the afterglow, I could vaguely see many strange insects with slender limbs, like fish swimming in the sea, rippling freely in the gray sandy soil.

This is the sand spider, with eight arthropods, more than two blades long. The middle body is about the size of a calf, with a large rump tip rising high into the sky, and its body is covered with dense short earthy yellow bristles.

This appearance is limited in strength compared to the Domo rats seen during the day, and it also belongs to the level that can leave a lifelong psychological shadow on the child at a glance. Especially when dozens or hundreds of them are entangled, people can't help but feel as if there is a cool air at the back of their necks.

Richard originally thought that eating sand to survive was pure nonsense, but now he is inevitably a little skeptical. After all, with the size of the sand spider, the food must be not small, except for the sand, he really can't think of how to feed them in this barren dead land.

"Looks like we're going to have to do it again. Hurt held the quiver in his hand, carefully counting the arrows inside, one by one. You must know that today is not the night of the full moon, and tomorrow night, of course, they will only make more noise.

In fact, there is basically no deviation in the feather arrows produced by the system, and he does it purely out of a habit - many veterans have similar habits, the purpose is to let themselves find their state as soon as possible before the war, and only everyone knows whether it is useful or not.

In many cases, the difference between youth and sophistication lies in these inconspicuous small details.

"We Sgars don't seem to be very good at defending......," Abu sat on the battlements at the head of the city, suddenly realizing a problem.

"You can carry arrows for us. Hurt offered to reassure.

"Senid is not right at all. Gunther looked at the Tiger Ranger with a narrow gaze, until the latter's face flushed, and then he laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

The entanglement of the sand spiders with each other became more and more intense, kicking up a cloud of dust and blurring their vision. A few of them were particularly reckless, gradually leaving the group and tentatively rushing towards the Goliath gap.

They took turns on their eight legs, flying as fast as they were on the ground, and in the blink of an eye they crossed the stone walls and clearings, and began to climb up the walls.

At this critical juncture, the lord didn't panic at all, stepped on the waist-high battlement with one foot, and slapped his face to attract everyone's attention, "Please don't do it all Tiger Spirit Warriors, let us lost travelers try the water first." ”

It was a reasonable request that no one could refuse, and the tiger spirits shrugged, put away their bows and arrows, and gave up the best shooting position to the centaurs.

At first, Richard thought that these big spiders should be difficult to deal with, and he held the hilt of his sword, ready to lead the team to launch a hand-to-hand charge. Behind him, the barbarian warriors lined up on their own sides, silently lowering their visors like cold metal sculptures.

Suddenly, the temperature seemed to drop by a few degrees, and the oncoming wind became less gentle.

The Tiger Spirit warriors who watched from the sidelines suddenly felt a little depressed—they were proud to be the most dashing beast spirits in the forest, how comfortable they were floating among the treetops. Seeing that these outsiders can only walk honestly on their feet, it is inevitable that I have always felt a little proud in my heart.

This kind of smugness is completely shattered by reality at this moment.

As they lined up and prepared, the killing intent that should have been ethereal seemed to suddenly solidify, turning into something as viscous as plasma, spreading through the air, making everyone feel the urge to stay away.

It is the gift of countless years of evolution, and life naturally resists the dangers that exist in the subconscious.

Fortunately, after all, they are born fierce tiger spirits, and if they are uncomfortable, they will not be comfortable, but they will not really make any shameful moves.

"Release!" Richard snapped his fingers and drew his sword in a dashing manner.

According to the usual practice of the Alpine Fort, after a few rounds of volleys, the centaurs had to hand over the battlefield to the barbarian warriors and take a back seat.

However, there is no doubt about the level of the Centaurs of Alpine Fort, even after the start of hand-to-hand combat, they can still shoot freely to support without worrying about accidental injury, which is definitely a job that ordinary archers dare not think of.

It's a pity that such a complicated tactical arrangement is completely flattering to the blind. Although the appearance of the sand spider is scary, it is a soft-footed shrimp, and its real combat effectiveness is staggering.

No one else was able to make a move, and a few centaurs released round arrows, which easily pierced their paper tiger faces.

The seemingly rough and hard skin was actually very fragile, unable to stop the sharp steel clusters at all, and with the continuous trembling of the bowstring, almost all the arrows flying into their bodies.

The sand spider does not seem to have the ability to chirp, and for a while it can only hear the sound of "poof" entering the flesh.

But just looking at the posture of them falling halfway from the city wall like a kite with a broken string, it is not difficult to know that the overall situation has been decided.

It's no wonder that the tiger spirit, which is so poorly equipped, can also keep the sand spider out of the stone wall year after year. Richard sighed.

He didn't mean to look down on the tiger spirit at all - as a mixed-race race specially cultivated for war in the Elven Empire, in terms of the average quality of the race alone, the tiger spirit is powerful, and it can have both the advantages of being as powerful as a bear and as flexible as a cat.

Coupled with the fact that he is extremely brave by nature, has very keen senses, and is particularly disciplined, if this is not a good fight, there is simply no race left that can bear this honor.

But no one can deny that equipment is also an integral part of combat effectiveness, and it is a very important component. It is precisely in this regard that the tiger spirits that inhabit the forest are lame and nearly amputated, which greatly restricts their development ceiling.

In the long run, the use of inferior weapons is definitely an irreparable damage to the growth of a warrior. The more proficient you are at playing with the wooden arrow, the more difficult it will be to adapt to the steel arrow even if you have the opportunity to get it in the future.

Nehru had just finished his spell when he barely caught up with the last sand spider and released a fireball, which immediately burned violently like a keg of alcohol, which was definitely eye-catching enough in the dim sky light to draw a gorgeous end to this short debut.

"Why did you use a spell and hold a spell so slowly that you died. But when you want to save your life, you can be so smooth?" the lord looked down at the kobold shaman condescendingly, with a suspicious expression.

"Well, this ......" Nehru said with his mouth half-open, frowning and showing a serious and thoughtful look, "I ...... I don't know. ”