The bare leg tendons were exuding bursts of pain, but they couldn't stop the surging passion of the Bad Demon Captain from despair to excitement.

The tendons of the thighs stretched sharply, bulging and bulging, and then burst out with an unparalleled speed.

Like a bolt of lightning, with a thunderous whistling sound.

It was only about five hundred feet from Jevre, and it seemed that the distance could be ended in an instant.

Yevre, who looked nervous, watched the Captain of the Bad Demon approaching at high speed.

The distance is getting closer and closer, and Yevre, who is already running with all his might, seems to be in danger.

The air froze at this moment, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy at this moment.

Yevre, who was clutching the leather goods, seemed to be extremely panicked, and ran towards the place where he had just appeared.

Could it be that the place where it appeared was some kind of safe place, or was there something that could scare off the Bad Demon Captain who was already angry and rushing to him?

Yevre, who was lucky enough to survive among many of his peers, should not be a brainless commodity.

It turned out that there was a small hole, barely large enough for Yevre to crawl through.

Yevre should have appeared from here just now, and quickly picked up the leather goods.

It all seems a bit too coincidental.

In fact, after a fierce battle with the crawltipede monster and a happy victory, Yevre ran all the way to the safety of the cave.

A small, crawlable cave.

Although the cave is small, it actually has several exits, and it is almost impossible to catch up with the nest of the cunning rabbit.

After arriving at his hidden little lair, Yevre began to fall into a beautiful sleep with the new power and new body that he was already familiar with.

The tribesmen were slaughtered, and the emergency escape in the cave fought bravely with the centipede monster. There is also the acquisition of new powers, the complete healing of the body, and so on.

The many things that have happened in just a few hours have already left the one-year-old Jevre dizzy, surprised, and even exhausted.

As soon as he fell to the ground, he quickly fell into a silent dream.

Suddenly, a cacophony of noises faintly came.

Even if he was asleep, Yevre, whose body still maintained a certain degree of vigilance, woke up in an instant.

He began to try to discern the source of the sound, and the sound seemed to be getting closer and closer, and then it stayed in place.

Following the sound, Yevre slowly crawled through one of the crawling cavern passages.

Be careful not to make the slightest noise.

Finally, after nearly ten minutes of crawling, less than five hundred feet away, Jevre stopped.

Surprised, or rather frightened.

In the elf-like pointed ears, there was actually the weak voice of the Guluo patriarch, and the roar of the majestic and strong demon captain.

I couldn't hear it clearly, but I could hear the excitement and excitement of the Bad Demon Captain and the helplessness of the Guluo Patriarch.

Then there was the sound of plowing the earth, still by hand, followed by the huge echo of knives cutting metal, loud enough to be heard far away in this cave environment.

Yevre, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, vaguely listened to a rough idea.

It seems that in order to save his life, the Guluo patriarch was also forced to exchange treasures for his life after marrying himself, and tried to calculate the inferior demon team on the way, but ended up with a chicken and a flying egg.

does not mention the surprise shouts of the bad demon captain after obtaining the treasure, nor does he mention the lies that the Guluo patriarch is helpless to save his life.

The ground suddenly shook from all directions, and it was a life-and-death crisis for Yevre, who had experienced similar scenes from afar.

Some kind of bug is gathering in large numbers, and I am afraid that it is the fault of the huge echo just now.

Bugs are for food, for survival, and that's crazy.

It's simply the best example of not caring about life and death, and bullying less with more.

With Yevre's small body of more than three feet, even if his strength has greatly improved after eating the thousand-legged centipede, it can barely be regarded as the comprehensive strength of the mortal level initial realm, and I am afraid it is only a little insignificant ration for the insect swarm.

Yevre hurriedly moved a stone from the side that had been used to block the passage, sealing the entrance to the passage, leaving only a small gap to observe the progress of the situation.

Breathing is rapidly controlled, reduced to an almost inaudible level. Even the frequency of his heartbeat slowed down, for fear of being detected by bugs.

Behind the gap, Yevre's terrified green eyes stared tightly.

Watching swarms of mutant antbeasts swarm in, dense enough to terrify people who are afraid of dense phobia.

The sound of the wind brought by the dance of the big knife came like an impenetrable wind, and the sound of the mutant ant beast constantly landing on the ground frantically reached the ears.

The battle situation should be intense.

Rapid gasps, desperate collapses, angry roars weave together into a battle piece.

Suddenly, the sound of battle died down, and the mutant antbeast retreated like a tide.

As the insect tide passed through the gap between the walls, Yevre broke out in a cold sweat. If you're not careful, your small body can't really dampen the enthusiasm of the insect tide.

Yevre quietly lowered his head, thinking that the mutant antbeast would disappear completely due to heavy casualties.

A popping sound of liquid squirting was heard again after the sound of slow steps.

Jevre looked up suddenly, and continued to observe carefully.

A group of strange antbeasts with large bellies, sharp mouthparts like mosquitoes, and seemingly thin carapaces are besieging the Captain of the Bad Demons.

I saw him holding a knife in his right hand and a shield on his chest. No, where is the shield, it is obviously the seriously injured and dying Guluo patriarch.

The sinister villain of the Guluo patriarch actually tried to lead the water to the east and frame himself.

Otherwise, where would I need to fight the centipede monster for the first time in my life, and of course I wouldn't have eaten a full meal for the first time in my life.

You won't notice the inexplicable ability to heal your body quickly, and the shortcuts to strength, speed, and endurance.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and I seem to have to thank the Guluo patriarch, otherwise I don't know if all this will happen.

I saw the captain of the Bad Demon fighting fearlessly, facing the torrential attacks, dodging and counterattacking all the way, leaving behind a broken arm and stump.

As the two of them passed through the gap, the visibly visible scars, flowing blue blood and torn leather armor made Yevre's heart flutter.

Suddenly, Jevre saw something fall from the Bad Devil's waist.

If you look closely, it is a box-shaped leather item the size of a palm, which fell under the unconscious impact of the Guluo patriarch in a comatose state.

Hey, isn't this a leather item for Captain Badluck to put his small belongings!

They hadn't been mentioning any treasures before, but now there didn't seem to be much of a foreign object on Captain Bad's body other than a horizontal knife and what looked like a shield.

Could it be that the treasure is in the leather goods?

Jevre looked nervously, something less than thirty feet away from him was full of unimaginable allure.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, his little heart was beating rapidly, and his rolling green eyes showed that he was in a desperate struggle.

The leather goods that fell to the ground, the treasures that are very likely to exist, and the unaware Captain of the Bad Demon are still fighting and staying away.

This kind of good thing of free pie falling from the sky is a once-in-a-lifetime event.

It seems that it only takes a moment to go out and pick it up, and it may be possible to pick up treasures for nothing.

However, the insect tide that was close at hand, the cluster of corrosive liquid, far exceeded the density of the venom of the centipede.

It's too dangerous, it's just a matter of taking a chestnut in the fire, and it's a joke about your life.

To go out or not to go out, this is a matter of personality life.

There was a scale between the precious treasure and the incomparably precious life, but it slipped towards greed in the sound of gradually thickening breathing.

Jevre's eyes widened, and he erected elven-like pointed ears, watching and listening carefully through the slender slit less than a foot long.

I hope to find a good time to satisfy the rising greed in my heart and extinguish the flame in my chest that is ignited by greed.

The sound of the battle is fading away.

Suddenly, one by one, the pot-bellied antbeast exploded like a muffled cannonball.

With the sound of scattered liquid, Jevre could clearly hear the muffled snort of the Bad Demon Captain.

He deserves to have been hurt a lot!

The little cowardly demon who is far underestimated by the specific strength of the inferior demon captain is so speculative.