Chapter 1146: Lost in the Oasis (Twenty-Eight)

Seeing that Tristan's expression was not quite right, Bediwell couldn't help but ask angrily, "What's wrong?" "It's sinking," Tristan whispered as he looked at the protective shield that the medical gel had turned into.

It was indeed sinking, pressing deeper and deeper into the ground, and the edge of the shield had sunk into the soft dirt.

Outside the protective cover, the sound of explosions still came and went, and it didn't stop for a moment. The enemy's artillery fire was not powerful enough to destroy the gel shield, but their continuous bombardment, the explosive impact of the shells after hitting the shield, and the weight of the frozen acid pressed the shield to the ground little by little.

If this continues, the entire protective shield will completely sink into the ground, trapping the two people hiding in the protective shield to death, or even flattening them.

"We have to get out of here as much as we can. Bediwell propped up the ceiling of the shield with both hands, hoping to prevent the shield from sinking as much as possible. But the inside of the shield was still very cold, freezing so cold that Bediwell subconsciously retracted his wolf paws.

"No, I can't. Going out now is tantamount to actively looking for death. Tristan shook his head disapprovingly, "I don't want to be bombarded in a wilderness full of traps and then corroded by acid to make meat sauce." "So what the hell should I do?" Bediwell was stunned for a moment, he turned his eyes to the weeds around him, and suddenly an idea came to him.

"The enemy uses long-range anti-aircraft guns as a means of attack in order to make it difficult for us to determine their position. The werewolf pondered as he explained, "But there's a fatal flaw to doing this: they're too far away from us to see where we are right away. I can disguise myself with those weeds, sneak through the grass, and finish out the guys who shelled us one by one!" "Impossible!" The fish-man prince retorted instantly, "The grass is full of traps, and even if you can dismantle them, the sound of them will reveal where you are!" The click of the Venus trap when it is triggered sounds particularly harsh in the silence of the woods. Although Bediwell can dismantle Venus traps at medium range, the opponent's artillery bombardment can damage a wide area of Venom splash, and even if Bediwell is not hit head-on, the flying Venom can damage the Werewolf. Unless Bedeville's tongue whip doubled and the traps were removed from a greater distance, it would be impossible for him to safely navigate the cannonball-ridden and trap-ridden meadow!

"We need more ways to distract the enemy. Tristan cupped his cheeks and thought for a moment, then he reluctantly pulled out his spear: "No way. Use this. He pulled out dozens of finger-sized objects from the compartment of the hilt, and from their shape, they should have been some kind of throwing knife.

Tristan turned out to have a hidden hand, which really made the werewolves dumbfounded. But Bediwell didn't understand the subtlety of these throwing knives, and couldn't help asking, "Just this little prop can attract the attention of the enemy?" "Oh, this alone really can't be." Tristan handed a throwing knife to the werewolf, "But you take this first, take care of it." Bediwell did so, suspicious, holding the knife in his hand.

Then, with a malicious smile on his face, the Fish-Man Prince gripped his spear, stabbed it into the ground in a cold manner, and pulled the trigger of a plug-in on the hilt!

Hum! -- A piercing hiss sounded in Bediwell's ears, which made the werewolf's head swell and ache! Immediately after, his arm was sore, as if it had been electrocuted by a strong current! The wolf ** was shocked, and as soon as his hand was released, the flying knife in his palm fell to the ground, almost not piercing his foot!

"What the hell is this?!" the werewolf scolded.

"It's just a very simple principle of acoustic resonance. Tristan sneered, "The material used to make these knives is exactly the same as the blade of this spear, and it comes from the same forge. They are made of exactly the same material, and the metal vibrates at exactly the same frequency. When I snap the overclocking plug-in on my spear and make the blade vibrate, the knives resonate like a tuning fork. The werewolf blinked, "I see." You want me to take these and lay bait in the grass outside. The noise they make when they resonate is enough to cover my way. "Theoretically," Tristan nodded, "but I've never tested these things and can't guarantee they will work." It's up to you to decide whether to take the risk or not. The werewolf frowned suspiciously, and asked again: "What is the effective range of these resonant throwing knives?" "Five kilometers, enough." Tristan replied succinctly: "I will pierce the spear into the ground, and transmit high-frequency shock waves through the ground, and as long as there is contact with the ground, the throwing knives will sound at the same time, theoretically." "Got it. Just use this plan. Bediwell put away the throwing knife given by Tristan and began to pull up the weeds on the ground: "Help me, use your medical gel to stick the weeds to me." "Disgusting!" the Fish-Man Prince grumbled, but he still cooperated in removing the dagger and spraying a medical gel on Bedeville's back, "I'll cover you here, with an overclocking vibration every minute." But you'd better move quickly, the battery in the overclocking vibration plug-in will run out quickly. "Hmph. The werewolf stuck the weeds that had been pulled out and were still sticking to the dirt on top of his head, and he now looked like a fool with grass on his head: "I wish I could get rid of all the enemies before you run out of batteries in the spear plug-in." "I hope. Tristan poked his spear through a small gap in the edge of the shield, just enough for Bedeville to get out.

The explosion of the shelling outside splashed a little acid, and they flew in through the gap, and the fish-man prince hurriedly blocked it with his shield. The acid falls on the shield and makes a corrosive sound!

The enemy's artillery fire has a tendency to slow down, and it seems that they are tired of shelling for so long. Taking advantage of the pause in the shelling, Tristan shouted, "Now, go!" Without saying a word, the werewolf got out of the protective shield, half-crouched, and trotted out at the maximum speed he could, away from the danger zone of the shelling!

Bedeville glanced back, and the exterior of the shield was exaggerated. Countless cannonballs landed on it, and the splattered venom was immediately frozen, condensing into radiant spikes in midair. The outer layer of the shield became like a hedgehog! Countless ice spikes spawned in the explosion, and then shattered in the explosion, and so on and so on, until the shield shattered!

Tristan should be safe hiding in that protective cover, right?

Bediwell shook his head, deliberately putting aside his worries and focusing on his current task. He took out a small throwing knife and threw it into the distance.

Buzz!!—it stabbed into the ground and began to emit a shrill roar, seemingly just in time for Tristan to launch a hyper-vibration.

Attracted by the roar, the monsters' shelling immediately changed direction and shot towards the landing point of the small throwing knife. At the same time, Bediwell also wields his turtle tongue whip to find his way, triggering a number of Venus traps along the way!

The sound of the Venus trap triggering along the way was obviously cleverly muffled by the roar of the small throwing knife. It's not because the Venus trap triggers too quietly, but because the resonance of the knife is too loud!

Ultra-high frequency vibrations would have emitted ultrasound waves that could not be heard by the ear. But Tristan's spear pierced into the ground, sending high-frequency vibrations through the ground that resonated with the little throwing knives. The small flying knife, which was more than ten yards away from the epicenter and whose vibration amplitude had dropped by a notch, did not emit ultrasonic, but emitted an extremely sharp and loud roar, which was used to lure the enemy into feints!

Bediwell didn't have time to marvel at the ingenuity of these little things, and he had to hurry up and deal with the guys who were shelling from afar!

More artillery fire was fired into the air, all aimed at the small throwing knife that resonated, and exploded in the clearing, the acid splashing and corroding the surrounding qiē in a horrible scene. But the shelling has not yet taken Bediville as a target, and the werewolf is still safe for now! He carefully observed, trying to calculate the position of one of the enemies from the angle of fire of the anti-aircraft gun and the distance of the projectile!

Buzz!--The material of the little throwing knife is also very corrosion-resistant, it is not completely corroded yet, and it resonates with the next wave of super vibration shock launched by Tristan! Bediwell took the opportunity to throw out his whip and sneakily trigger the flytrap trap on the lawn, and continued to trot forward for a while!

Then he saw the scumbag who was hiding in the far clearing, attacking them in Bediville!

The guy looked like some kind of stag beetle, but it was the size of a cow. Of course, it's not really an animal, but a plant-based biochemical monster made up of dead wood and vines. It was raising its massive shovel horn alof, and from its hollow, cannon-barrel-like shovel horn, it fired a spherical cannonball into the sky!

The cannonball made a dull sound and flew high. It must have been full of acid, and the moment it was discharged, the acid splattered everywhere!

Bediwell lurked in the grass, not daring to move. He'd have to think of a better way to kill this enemy, and if he rushes in, he'll only be hit by a splash of acid!And, God knows if the big spade beetle will explode when it dies? If it explodes, and by the way, the acid in its body will be splattered everywhere, and Bedeville who gets close to it won't suffer?

Buzz - the small knives in the distance were still ringing, but the sound had faded into a faint one. It is soaked in a pool of acid, and even if it is not completely corroded, it must not resonate as it should.

It's time for another one. The werewolf pulls a new throwing knife from his trouser pocket. Then he had an idea.