Chapter 145: Return
To the east of the camp, through the vast grasslands like the ocean, and through the misty forest, there is a golden desert full of mystery, although for Rog's camp. Already far east . But the people there don't seem to have a line, and they are still used to calling the place where they are located the Western Kingdom. And the royal capital of the Western Kingdom. The harbor city with the title of the city of jewels - Rugoin. It is a giant commercial city that the merchants of the entire Dark Continent yearn for.
Further east, there is a boundless ocean named the Twin Seas, through which the Twin Seas are the ancient cities with adventure paradise - Kurast Harbor, if the Rog camp is the ocean of the steppe, and the Rugaoin is the sea of the desert, then the Kurast is the sea of forests, the huge misty forest, compared with the tropical primeval forest there, it is like a child, of course, there is another saying: in fact, the misty forest is a part of it, a huge tropical primeval forest, Skirting the endless Twin Seas and spreading all the way to the far west, the Misty Forest is just one of its little tails. Of course, no one can prove the truth of this statement, just as it is impossible to prove how big the universe is.
The south of Lugoin, just the opposite of the water world of the Twin Seas in the East, is a dry desert of death, and no one can know where the center of this desert is, and no one can come back from the adventure of trying to break into the depths of the desert. In fact, he is also a member of the Heradic tribe, and the last burial place of Talasha is said to be in the cemetery of Heradik, and over time, it is known as the ancient tomb of Talaxia.
It is said that the ancient tomb of Talasha hides the endless treasures of the Heradic family, and even the treasure of the Heradic family, the Heradic treasure box, was hidden in it for a while. Countless adventures have flocked to them, but the Hradic people, who are known for their magical clans, could not easily let others touch the graves of their ancestors, even if the magical civilization flourished unprecedentedly thousands of years ago. I haven't heard of anyone who can approach the cemetery, let alone now? As for how the Heradic clan entered and exited the outside world, this has always been an unsolvable mystery in the entire Dark Continent.
Deep in the desert, in the vast expanse of yellow land. There are undulating sand dunes like big waves. The yellow sand is long. Endless hope. The wind and sand are even darker together. Nothing can be seen. Siye Huang Yun. On the day and the sky. The sky is low and the earth is about to weigh on the head. Occasionally, the gale stops. It's not a good thing. The dim yellow sky was torn apart as soon as it was opened. It's the white sky. It was the size of a washbasin.: a desert roast like a smoldering oven. Inhaled through the nose. Exhale from the mouth. It's all hot and hot nose. As long as you stand here for a moment, you can see the body, and the top of your head, rubbing and steaming. No matter how much water you drink, it's useless.
The harsh environment proved that it was at least 10 days away from the Western Kingdom's closest to the Lost City in the deep desert. It's already a distance to be wary of even adventures.
And in this oven-like place. But there were a few cloaked figures. Like a ghost in the desert, slowly walking on the high raised hills. The light footsteps on it, and the "rustling" sound of friction confirmed that they were definitely not fantasies formed by a mirage, but real lives.
"Big brother, that guy from Churudon, it seems like he's back to Camp Rog."
The man in the cloak on the left pulled down the cloak and hat on his vertical forehead, and said in a hoarse voice like a scrub, even he was not so comfortable in such a ghost environment.
"That bastard?"
Just like this is a tall and burly man, judging by the physique, to the possibility of a paladin and a barbarian.
"It's really a waste who doesn't know the height of the sky, forget it, since he wants to find death, then he can't blame us."
The burly man known as the eldest brother had a hint of contempt in his eyes, and he didn't seem to have a good impression of the guy named Churuton.
"I hate that guy......"
From the emaciated cloak figure on the right, an equally hoarse male voice was heard, but this voice was ruthless, even cold, with disgust.
"Reckless, bloodthirsty and killing, I really don't understand, why the alliance wants to ...... this kind of guy"
The man on the right who spoke first added approvingly, but was interrupted by the "big brother" in the middle.
"That's enough, Bell, let the others fend for themselves, we'll just do it our own way, why bother."
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"What the hell is this weather...... Can we really find the tombs? ā
After walking for a while, the cloaked man on the left poured a large bag of water and complained.
"Who knows......"
The emaciated figure on the right still replied in that short, cold voice, and it was clear that he didn't like this kind of ghost place either.
"Let's walk a little longer, and if we still don't find any clues by then, go back immediately."
The burly figure in the middle lowered his head and thought for a while, and then replied firmly, from the Lost City, they have been gone for nearly half a month, and there is no problem with food and water, but if they continue to go deeper, the teleportation scroll they rely on will most likely fail due to the large distance, and at that time, in the face of this hellish desert, they will only have to wait for death.
"Let's rest for a while, and we'll be out in the evening."
Looking at the rising fiery red sun, the burly man who walked in front wiped his sweat, even they had to follow the desert rules of the night walk.
"Yo, I'll find the right place......"
The man on the left said happily.
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As the white light in my eyes dissipated, the outlines of the surroundings gradually became clearer, yes, this was the last teleportation point I walked through - the outer corridor, the gloomy gray sky of the Taymor Heights. And the delicious air with a faint smell of blood is desperately stimulating my nerve endings, making the blood in my pulse constantly rise and boil.
"Welcome, Lord Fan."
The mages and Rog soldiers stationed at the teleportation station were surprised for a moment when they saw only one person coming out, and when they saw the person who was coming, they immediately showed a knowing smile.
"I guess it's going to rain later, do you want to rest for a night before leaving?"
After a pleasantry. Kind-hearted soldiers built yƬ road.
I looked up at the sky, and the heavy clouds were almost crushing overhead. And now the time is also close to evening, and the soldier's construction is very practical.
"Thank you for building a yƬ, but fighting in the rain also seems to have a different flavor. So I can only appreciate your kindness. ā
I smiled goodbye to them, and in a few moments, I was already approaching the area infested with monsters.
Looking at a small flowering bush without wind not far away, and a big tree trembling slightly. I chuckled and took a bottle
agent, then. Light snow. Giant Poison Flower Vine. Lazy Crow, Oak Wisdom. It's a ghost wolf, summoned by me one by one, cough, it's not a good thing to have a high skill level, and the mana is almost insufficient.
Xiaoxue, who has not appeared for a long time, clears her throat as usual, tilts her head, and opens her mouth wide.
"Woo ......"
A wolf howl pierced through the heavens and the earth, with a chilling and heroic aura, echoing over the entire outer corridor for a long time.
"Rustling ......"
As soon as the sound dissipated, there was a sudden movement around them, and huge figures jumped down from the big trees in the courtyard, and the grass and the garden also rippled in circles, and they were spreading in this direction.
"Look at what you're doing."
I rubbed Xiaoxue's hairy snow-white head with it.
"Woo~~~"
Xiaoxue lowered her head and screamed aggrievedly, then shook her head vigorously, sneezed, and then gasped at me, with an exaggerated expression of "Sir, run quickly, let me break the back".
"I think you want to be alone, there is no door."
I saw through Xiao Xue's little Jiujiu at a glance, and rubbed its head harder.
The poisonous vine also exaggerated in a small circle in the ground to show its protest and disdain for Xiaoxue, I can't see that it is also a militant, but after the battle began, I realized that it was not belligerent, but it was just hungry......
Several gray-white figures are gradually approaching, needless to say, this is the binary of the huge beast - Yatty, and those who are crawling in the flowers and grass are the triple of the hard-haired mouse - the knife ridge monster, in the monster attack, all kill some low-level monsters, the most bullish is just the crippled monster of the underground passage, I haven't seen such a high-level monster for a long time, seeing them, I have almost seen countless experiences flying in the sky, and my eyes were suddenly moved, good comrades, you are all good comrades.
Five Yati, one of which is the boss level, and N Knife Ridge Monsters, in a moment, they have already entered the attack range, only to hear a few "swishing ......", Razor Ridge Monster relied on the advantage of long-range, more than a dozen blood-red needles shot at us head-on, numb and itchy pain, let me quickly regain the feeling of battle.
Needless to say, the poisonous flower vine dived into the ground in an instant, lurking into the flowers, and I met the leader-level Yati, Xiaoyuki and they also have their own goals - to deal with these monsters, there is no need for the five of them to work together.
The leader of Yati, with a fast pace and a huge body, was forced towards me head-on, fast, so fast, completely different from the clumsy giant beast, I looked at the fists that smashed quickly with a little discomfort, and my body subconsciously deviated.
"Boom ......"
Yati's fists grazed my right arm and slammed into the black-brown hard stone bricks, and the solid floor tiles immediately made a screeching sound, and several tiny cracks cracked in the small pit that had been smashed into the fist of the leader of Yati.
Well, dodge?
Looking at the fist-sized pit at my feet, although it was only a slower Yati, it was enough for me to be able to dodge its attacks so perfectly for a while, and for the druids who were not very agile, it was indeed a job that required skill to dodge so perfectly.
What is the perfect dodge? It's not the kind of way to see the enemy attack, and jump away fiercely, such a simple action is estimated that even the mage can do it, the real melee dodge, is to dodge the enemy's attack with the smallest action and amplitude, the smaller the amplitude of the dodge, the more subtle the movement of the movement, the lower the impact on the balance of the body, maintain good body coordination in the dodge, and give the enemy a quick blow that is not as fast as the reaction, which is a basic point of defense and counterattack.
Of course, it doesn't necessarily mean that the smaller the dodge action and amplitude, the better, there are no absolutes in the world, if the enemy's movements and reactions are relatively slow, or rely on their own high-speed high sensitivity, you can also make some larger dodges, open up a distance and then attack, because the larger the distance helps to dash, so that you can swing the weapon with greater damage value.
But then again, if your own attack speed is relatively fast, you can dodge at a small distance at the beginning, and you may be able to attack twice in a row, in short, you have to judge by the strength comparison of the two sides, there is never an immutable tactic in this world.
As I pondered Kasha's words, I took out a blue dagger with 4-10 damage and didn't stop for anything, and at the moment when it staggered with Yati's huge size, I slashed a sword on its waist with a force of 44 points, which was enough for me to reduce the damage of the dagger to a higher level of 7-10.
A finger-deep blood mark suddenly appeared where the long dagger passed, and the leader of Yati let out a cry of pain, but its defense was not covered, and in a few seconds, the blood mark had completely healed, and only a shocking pool of blood flowed on his waist.
"Roaring ......"
The blow was ineffective, but it was taken first by the opponent, and the brutal Yati roared angrily, the only smooth mouth bulged up like two white and tender **, and the stubby neck made its puffing head as if embedded between the shoulders, and the whole look was both hideous and funny.
It spun around sharply, its thick, long arms swept across like a spinning pole, and I stooped down and stepped forward with my body bowed to Yati's aggressive momentum, trying to dodge its arms, and slashing it again in the ribs.
"Whew", my body didn't have time to lower enough amplitude, and there was immediately a burst of rubbing on my back*, but with my current strength of 44 points, it didn't let me fall into any negative state, so I lost no time in slashing it on the shoulder, and the dodge failed, if I couldn't even exchange injuries for injuries, it was really not as good as before.
Hey, this time it failed, I sighed.
Sure enough, as Kasha said, even the most basic defensive counterattack is not something that can be achieved overnight, the more basic the work, the more effort it takes, and it seems that it will take a while to achieve it as instinct.
I glanced at the other battlefields, and the poisonous vines were skillfully shuttling back and forth between the Razor Ridge Monsters, teasing them in a mess, and together with interest, they swallowed a suitable size Knife Ridge Monster with a bang, and the light snow was even more orderly, coming and going like the wind, and the exquisite skills and tactics seemed to be their innate instincts, and I was envious to see them.
The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard, I can't be compared to my own pet, thinking of this, I bent down slightly, stared at the leader of Yati in front of me, and the dagger and shield in my hand rushed towards it......