Could it be that it has the same four-dimensional pocket as Doraemon?

I stared at the goblins on the lampstand, in contemplation.

After dodging another dart, I chuckled: "Oh, don't be funny, it's impossible, if you really have a four-dimensional pocket, what kind of darts are there, just load a few large-caliber firearms, that thing is very powerful, and the rate of fire is fast, which is much more reliable than darts." ”

"Four-dimensional pockets or anything like that may not really exist, but this ugly little green-skinned monster isn't used to take out darts from the portal," the big sword reminded, "Look closely at its hands. ”

Raising his eyes and staring, it only took a few seconds to find the clue.

I saw that the goblin's empty hand suddenly condensed a faint light, and after a few seconds, it turned into a real dart!

I was amazed by how well it worked.

"It's really fake!" The corners of my eyes twitched, and I subconsciously muttered, "Can you make something out of nothing?" This is not at all in accordance with the law of conservation of energy! ”

"You've got a watt in your head, right?" Da Taidao said in an almost sarcastic tone: "Wake up, this is the Zephyr Continent, not the Azure Planet, and even if it is a Blue Planet, do you dare to guarantee that the law of conservation of energy will definitely apply to all situations?" ”

That's right, this is the Zephyr Continent, in front of my eyes, hundreds of incredible truths have already appeared, and the bones can spit out dragon breath, what is it to make something out of nothing?

Don't worry about it for now, my first task on this trip is to clear Sky City!

Well, maybe it's not a good metaphor for a level, but at the very least, I'm going to find the owner of this city, whether it's a human, a monster, or a dragon.

It would be great if the owner of this city could communicate properly, and I would tell him about Bakar, the Tyrannosaurus King, and ask him to send me out of Sky City.

If it refuses to communicate, or if it can't, it's a fierce battle.

I may not be a match for the Lord of Sky City, but I believe it is certainly not an opponent for the strength of my left arm.

Of course, if possible, it is better not to use the power of the left arm, after all, this power is too mysterious and cannot be controlled.

When I think of this, two images come to my mind like a slideshow.

Destroyed towns, and broken minotaur boss houses.

Forget it, let it be, when that time comes, how can you care about how serious the consequences will be.

Grabbing a dart, I aimed at it for a moment, and then threw it at the goblin - meow, but you're not the only one who can throw a dart! Although the accuracy is a little short, the number is large enough! I don't believe it, after throwing away a few stacks of darts more than half a meter high, I can't practice a Xiao Li flying knife from the Zephyr Continent!

Without further thought, I started throwing darts.

As I said, the darts I threw were really poor in accuracy, crackling and flying, and none of the darts hit the target, the most recent one may be the one inserted in the skeleton of the chandelier.

In fact, being able to insert a dart into the skeleton of a chandelier is also a very superb dart technique, especially since this dart is still hanging upright above the goblin's head, only about 20 centimeters away from the top of its brain.

In other words, if I weaken my force a little, will the dart fit right into its skull?

After a bit of analysis, I tried to weaken my strength and throw a dart at the goblins.

However, the force seemed to be reduced a little too much, and the dart only flew out less than three meters, and then lost the courage to continue flying, clicked, fell to the ground, bounced twice, and then did not move.

This scene embarrassed me, but it also ruined the goblins on the chandelier.

The man had a gloating expression on his face, leaning forward and backward with an exaggerated movement, almost wanting to fall from the chandelier, but he couldn't fall for a long time, this action made me very annoyed, and when I was furious, I angrily threw all the darts in my hand.

Obviously, the number is not the key to the skill, and a large number of darts fell to the ground crackling, and none of them hit.

It didn't mean that my impulsive actions were in vain, remember a dart that got stuck in the chandelier ring and hung high above the goblin's head?

The dart was indeed stuck in the ring, but it was not tight, and after being hit by several darts in succession, it was finally freed from the ring!

The dart that regained his freedom fell freely under the pull of gravity.

Then, it hit the Goblin's Celestial Cover with pinpoint accuracy.

The goblin's skull was so hard that the dart didn't hurt its skull, but don't forget, the dart was poisonous, and the goblin got it himself.

As the saying goes: drowning will water.

The daring goblin must never have thought that he would be hit by his own poison dart.

After all, it was standing on a chandelier, and it was thin and unusually nimble, and it was absolutely impossible for it to be hit by its own darts - it probably thought that way all along, so it didn't take any anti-poison measures at all.

So, standing on the chandelier, the goblin who kept throwing darts, hung up.

It couldn't withstand the poison from its dart, and after a moment of convulsion, it snapped like a kite with a broken string and fell to the bricks.

I stepped forward, not whipping the corpse, but looking at it with sympathy.

This is a goblin that has lived for hundreds of millions of years, a master of hidden weapons who threw darts and lost them, and finally died under his own darts.

Creation makes people.

I rummaged through the goblin's clothes, and there was nothing of value, and then I looked at its skinny body, green skin, and fishy smell...... Forget it, it's hard to swallow as food.

Swallowing my saliva, I dragged the pterodactyl carcass, picked up a bag of darts, and continued on my way.

I didn't go far before I encountered another wave of monsters.

It's still a humanoid creature sitting on a stone plate, and this time there is an anomaly in the stone plate - one of the humanoid creatures' mount is actually a steel frisbee.

"I'm sure the monster sitting on the steel frisbee must be their boss!" I was sure.

"Are you sure?" Da Taidao asked rhetorically.

"Uh......" I hesitated.

Although this humanoid creature looks different from other humanoid creatures, judging by the state in which they get along, it does not look like a relationship between superiors and subordinates.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter" I spread my hands: "Whether it's the boss or not, it's right to fight, no matter so much, they won't communicate with me anyway." ”

As I spoke, I pulled out my darts and hurried towards the humanoid horde.

I used a dart as a dart, and my accuracy was poor, but when I used a dart as a dagger, I was able to hit with a knife and never missed.

One dart at a time, all inserted into the exposed chest.

The humanoids squeaked, struggled and writhed for a moment, and then burped.

I smiled smugly as I looked at the emaciated corpses on the ground, and at that moment, a slow, heavy voice came into my ears.

(End of chapter)