Like many insect monsters, the Ground Worm is a social type, but their number is relatively small, occasionally in groups of three, five, and mostly, only two. (8) 『(1)Chinese Δ』 .*81.

I don't know if these creatures were created by the God of Creation or if they were native to the dungeons, in short, in my opinion, they don't have a high IQ.

Compared with other monsters, the individual combat effectiveness of the ground insects is not outstanding, the crawling degree is not fast, the strength of the limbs is very average, the sharpness of the limbs is acceptable, a pair of big crows are born on both sides of the head, can not be completely closed, and cannot pose any threat, the only thing that is evasive is the electric attribute magic ball condensed between its two crows.

However, the charged orb cannot be connected yet, and it needs to cool down for a few seconds after each release, and these few seconds often become the price of their lives.

The reason why they say that their IQ is not high, generally when they encounter adventurers, the ground insects will first throw out the electric ball between the turtles and kill the other party.

There is no problem with this approach.

But the problem is that the electric balls of several earthworms in this gang are released at the same time.

Of course, in this case, if you do hit the opponent, it will cause a lot of damage to the opponent, but the opposite is often the case, and most adventurers will easily dodge the first hit, and then, within a few seconds of cooldown, return the attack to the Ground Worms that is several times the size of the electric ball.

If they really have an IQ, they will think of using the electric ball reasonably to distribute attacks.

After a while, the two of you will let go, wait for the other party to rush up after releasing it, and then release the third one, if you can't do it, you will release them one by one, forcing the adventurer to a few meters away, forcing the earth to be desolate......

However, what I said is only a small piece of wisdom.

If they have great wisdom, they will gather all the ground insects here, gather together, form an alliance, and then hide in a relatively open flat land and wait in a line.

As soon as an adventurer shows his head, he will divide into small groups and carry out targeted strikes in a planned manner.

And once a group of adventurers shows up, they will gather some forces and carry out devastating bombardments in batches.

Just imagine, a group of adventurers, who were originally coaxing, wielding knives and sticks, came over to kill the generals, and when they arrived at the place, they looked at it, lying in a groove, waiting for them was a black, dense, neat army of insects.

Then in the next second, I saw countless sizzling electric balls, like thrown water balloons, smashing down their heads and covering their faces.

After a rumbling explosion and the sizzle of electricity, the floor was littered with charred adventurers, and a few of them might be dying, but they were pretty much there.

This scene, how angry and ghostly!

While sighing about this, I used the big sword in my hand as a messenger.

It's really a good weapon, it's a big sweep, but after this sweep, the number of Daao that can survive is a little embarrassing.

But it doesn't matter, the seventeenth floor has a large space, few people, and many monsters, let me run and cut it.

The chopping was rising, and I was like a wild dog that had sprinkled joy, dragging a big sword all over the world, and I couldn't stop it.

However, the price was also more miserable, due to my reckless and impulsive behavior, my body was injured in at least fourteen or fifteen places by the electric ball.

Fortunately, I have a strong recovery ability, and the places that were damaged in this wave will be restored again in the next wave, and then they will be next to each other, and then they will recover.

I suddenly felt as if I had both impulsivity and masochism.

Harold used to follow me to fight monsters, but under my crazy actions, he still gave up fighting monsters, and instead, followed my ass, picking up the whole big hoops that I had knocked down.

No matter who knows, picking up things is much easier than fighting monsters, especially when facing monsters of the same level or higher.

Today, however, that has been reversed.

Harold's degree of picking up the big crow was far less fast than my ability to cut the monster, and even the worse it was, the farther it became, and later, I had killed the monster to about 100 meters, and he was at a distance of about 100 meters, bending down to pick up the big crow scattered on the ground.

I ignored his actions and instead ran more frantically towards the Ground Worm.

This morning, I killed it to the fullest, and Harold picked it up.

In short, he and I have our own gains.

Harold took out more than a dozen bags of big fish one by one, and counted out more than 130 in total, and the task of this trip was finally successfully completed.

Putting away the knife, I shook my stiff arm hard, to be honest, after a morning of knives, my arm really couldn't adapt to it, it was numb, and sweat, my cowhide pants were already wet.

Opening the water bag, I poured a few sips, wiped my mouth, and said, "How is it, how many of them meet the requirements of the mission?" ”

Harold carefully put the big ao into the bag again, and said: "Except for a dozen or so broken ones, the remaining more than 110 are no task problem." ”

"So, mission accomplished?" I asked.

Harold nodded, with gratitude on his face, and said with a smile: "It seems that I found the right one for you, thanks to you, the task was completed so quickly." ”

I hesitate.

He looked at the big knife in my hand and said, "How is this knife used?" ”

"Yes, I like it," I said, "as well as a stick and a knife." ”

Harold smiled.

It seems that he has a deep memory of my actions of sweeping a large area with a big sword.

Since the task has been completed in the morning, there is no need to stop more in the afternoon, I also feel a little tired, and the clothes and pants on my body are not only torn, but also wet from the inside out.

Once the cowhide is wet, it will fluff and harden, and the thorns will be very uncomfortable.

I moved my shoulders awkwardly and said, "Then let's go back, just right, I'll also go take a shower and change clothes." ”

So he got up, took a few bags from Harold, carried them on his shoulders, and walked back with Harold.

Walking on the road, the adventurers who passed by all turned their eyes to the two of us, and broke out into a brief discussion, presumably we were scavengers.

There are a lot of scavengers, but this is the first one on the seventeenth floor of the dungeon.

I'm still a little proud.

Perhaps Harold and I were in such a different state that as I passed through the sixteenth floor, I saw several adventurers caught and bitten by walking cannibals for looking at us.

And, when we passed through the twelfth floor, Rodney and the others, who spawned monsters, directly sprayed the water they drank into their mouths.