My head is a little dizzy.

But the body does not hurt.

The ground doesn't seem to be as hard as it seems.

And......

It's also a bit soft.

Falling from the ground into the ground, Ponnard gradually woke up.

Subconsciously, the representative of the herdsman from the Bay Area checked his body and subconsciously touched the ground.

"Have you touched enough?"

The words of the urn sounded in his ears, and Panard was startled.

Immediately, he found out that Lucan was actually below him.

Punchard jumped to his feet, and with the help of a faint light, Punchard could clearly see that there were cracks around the ground where Lukan was lying.

Cracks caused entirely by impact.

Looking at Lucan, who was completely embedded in the ground, Ponnard could fully guess how much impact Lucan had withered.

Such power is replaced by him......

I'm afraid I'm going to die very simply!

Suddenly, Ponard's gaze at Lucan became complicated.

You know, not long ago, he regarded the other party as an opponent.

And now, this potential adversary has saved him.

For a while, Bonard didn't know what attitude he should use to face the other party.

Lukan naturally felt such a gaze.

"I'm not saving you."

"It's just that I'm heavier than you and fell down first."

The herdsman from the Northland, as he spoke, gritted his teeth and was about to get up, but as soon as he was halfway up, he lay down on the ground again.

There is no doubt that even a Northland herdsman, known for his physical strength, could not have escaped unscathed after falling from such a height and acting as a human cushion.

"Are you alright?"

Coming to his senses, Ponnard immediately ran over and crouched down to check on Lucan's injuries.

"It's fine."

The Northland herdsman replied in a deep voice.

"Broken ribs, broken leg bones, and different degrees of damage to internal organs......"

"I said I'm fine."

"Just get some sleep."

The Northland herder interrupted Ponnard's words, and then closed his eyes.

It's just that I just closed my eyes.

A warm object poked into his mouth, and then a slightly fishy liquid appeared.

The Northland herders opened their eyes in an instant.

I saw a test tube that was only in front of my eyes.

He wanted to spit out the tube, but his weak body made it impossible for him to do so.

Moreover, the next moment, Bonard took out several test tubes and inserted them into his mouth.

"I don't like to owe favors."

"These are the healing potions I found earlier."

"You should be able to recover quickly."

Pennard said seriously.

Then, Ponnard struggled to lift Lucan up, put one of Lucan's hands on his shoulder, and carried the other's belt, trying to move to the side.

It's a huge hall.

It was pitch black all around, and it was hard to see.

However, Ponard knew that he could not stay where he was.

Because, that minotaur will come at any time.

After seeing the other party's ability, Ponnard didn't think that the alloy door could stop the other party.

Apparently, Lucan also knows this.

At this time, the Northland herders wanted to lighten Ponard's burden, but he exerted a little force, and his whole body hurt from the inside out.

Undoubtedly, this time the injury was more serious than he imagined.

"You'd better not move."

"Those pills are all I have, if you get hurt again."

"I can't find any medicine."

Bonnard said, turning his head around for a large number of years.

This is the side of the hall, with tall, sturdy walls and some broken reliefs.

When you touch it with your hands, you have a cold feeling, somewhere between stone and metal.

"Where is this?"

"Have you ever seen anything like this?"

Ponard asked in a low voice.

"Nope."

"I thought at first we were going into the sewers of the city."

The Northland herdsman said dryly.

"There won't be reliefs in the sewers."

"And ......"

"The air here is very fresh, there is not the slightest feeling of stuffiness, there should be special vents."

Ponard raised a hand, licked his fingertips with his tongue, and after perceiving it carefully, immediately pointed in a direction in the darkness.

"Here."

So saying, Penald half-supported and half-carried Lucan and walked there.

A tunnel that was also in the darkness appeared.

Standing here, I can already feel the wind clearly.

Ponard continued with Lucan.

After about four or five hundred meters, the herdsman from the Bay Area was already gasping for air.

Heavy!

It's so heavy!

He felt that he was not carrying a man on his back, but a bear on his back.

No!

Bears are not as heavy as each other!

"Put me down."

"I feel better and am able to go."

The Northland herdsman felt Ponnard's breathing getting quicker and faster, and said straight.

How heavy they are, the Northland herders know it.

And what Ponnard is good at, the Northland herders also know by heart.

In fact, the fact that Ponnard was able to go so far on his half-back was beyond the expectations of the Northland herders.

However, Bonard did not walk his word.

The herdsman in the Bay Area walked with his head buried and Lukan on his back, with a rare hint of stubbornness on his face.

Just like any other herder.

No matter what it looks like in ordinary times, at the most critical moment, there is always its own persistence.

Bonard is no exception.

If it has nothing to do with it, he can do it without saving him.

But the man who saved him, he had to be saved.

It's not about kindness.

It's just about principles.

After four or five hundred meters of further travel, in this dark corridor, Ponnard finally saw the direction in which the wind was coming, and it was an open door.

It doesn't turn on naturally.

It's a violent breakdown.

The heavy wooden door, broken into several pieces, was scattered to the ground, and only a few remained on the door frame.

"This?"

Penald frowned.

And after the examination, Ponard's brow furrowed even deeper.

"The wooden door is 20 centimeters thick, soaked in tung oil, and it is unusually strong, I have no traces of weapons such as cutting and hammering, and there is no residue of explosives, only a shallow footprint, which should be ......"

"Kicked away!"

Ponard, who had come up with this answer, was himself taken aback by his own answer.

By the time he took a breath, Ponard looked at Lucan.

"I'm at my best, I should be able to do it."

"But it's definitely not going to be that easy."

Northland herders are outspoken.

"Do you know anyone in the camp who can do that?"

Ponard continued.

"Nope."

The Northland herder shook his head.

He really didn't know who in the makeshift camp could do it.

Qin Ran's figure flashed in his mind, but the northland herdsman shook his head again.

The other party should be stronger than him!

But it won't be too strong, otherwise how could it be in an ordinary camp, and the Inhuman camp is where the other party should go.

Don't......

"Did the people from the Inhuman camp enter?"

The Northland herder whispered.

"It could also be the weird camp!"

Ponard's face changed slightly.

For the 'Inhumans', the herders have reservations, but the two sides are allies.

And for 'weird', that's really an old enemy.

Otherwise, the 'Winter Night War' would not have been possible.

"What should I do?"

Ponard looked at the passage behind the door, a little hesitant.

Northland herders were somewhat silent.

However, just when the two were silent-

Bang!

An extremely heavy thud came from the direction of the hall in the distance behind him.

Both of them changed color at the same time.

The minotaur is coming!

Without hesitation, Ponard half-backed Lucan and moved on.

Who is in front, the two do not know.

But who is behind it, the two of them are really clear.

The minotaur, if he catches up, the two of them will die.

And the front is unknown.

When you meet an 'alien' and have an extra ally, everyone is naturally happy.

As for encountering 'weird'?

It's nothing more than a fight to the death.

It's no different from being caught up by a minotaur.

So, forward!

Under the life-and-death crisis, Ponard once again burst out with great strength, half-carrying Lucan, trotting all the way.

It's just that the two people in the trot, when they saw the scene along the way, their faces changed again and again.

Patches of monster corpses.

Broken doors.

Open boxes one by one.

Obviously, this one did not stop for a moment, let alone be stumped by anyone.

Monsters block, die.

The door is blocked, broken.

Without a hitch.

Rampant.

In the minds of the two, a pair of pictures involuntarily emerged.

At the same time, a question appeared in the bottom of my heart.

Who is this?

Or......

What kind of monster is this?

Especially Ponnard.

He was very confident in his talent, but right now, he didn't perceive the slightest hint of treasure.

He's been in this situation before!

When he was still extremely weak, when he encountered a treasure guarded by a whale swallowing crocodile, even if he saw the treasure with his own eyes, he did not feel anything.

But at that time, he was as weak as an ordinary person.

And now?

He is a representative of the herders of the Bay Area.

Even in the face of the whale swallowing crocodile at that time, it was not powerless to fight back, although it couldn't win, but it was still able to run.

But the talent told him plainly.

Now he is facing this unknown person, just like he was weak at the beginning, facing the whale swallowing crocodile.

Couldn't help but hesitate in Penald's heart.

However, the sound of hooves getting closer and closer behind him made him move without any hesitation.

Continue to move forward quickly.

After about ten seconds, the two saw a tall figure.

A monster with a horse's head and a large knife in his hand rushed towards them with great vigour.

Finished!

It's weird!

After seeing this monster that did not look like a human and sensing the evil aura on each other's bodies, Ponard and Lucan's hearts sank.

Without any stagnation, Ponnard put Lucan down and pulled out his magic gun and magic grenade.

He's ready to fight hard.

As for being caught?

Joke!

He's Ponnard.

Even if it's death, you have to pull a cushion.

"I don't know how long I'll be able to hold back, but ......"

Ponnard whispered to Lukan on the side, but before he could finish speaking, the whole person flew up in the clouds.

It's fast and extremely accurate at altitude.

Almost as soon as Ponnard jumped over the horseman's head against the ceiling, the Northland herders slammed into the horseman's body.

Bang!

"Run!"

The muffled sound was mixed with the roar of a Northland herdsman, and his body swelled like a balloon.

The next moment, an earthy yellow giant bear roared wildly in the sky.

He yelled at the horse-headed man who was knocked to the ground and the minotaur who appeared in the field of vision: "Come on! ”

The roar was like thunder.

Thunder rolling.

In the dark passage, the dust on the ceiling was shaken down.

In the ashes, the herders of the Northland, who are preparing to fight to the death, finally realize that something is wrong.

The horse-headed man who was knocked to the ground by him gasped for breath, looking at him angrily, aggrieved, and unwillingly.

looked like he wanted to hit him, but he didn't dare to make a move.

It's like a big girl who has been bullied.

The minotaur in the distance was simply abnormal, turning around and running, but the moment he turned around, he froze in place.

It's like a wooden clay sculpture.

"What's wrong?"

"Did I break through unconsciously?"

"Can you just rely on momentum to deter such weirdness?"

The Northland herders scratched their heads.

Even, the Northland herders had time to look back at the equally bewildered Bonard.

Pennard didn't know what was going on either.

But, it seems, the situation is in their favor?

Just as the herdsmen in the Bay Area were guessing, a sound of footsteps went from faint to clear.

Tread, stomp.

It was the sound of boots on the ground.

The footsteps are not slow, like a walk.

The eyes of Ponnard and Lucan looked in the direction from which the footsteps came.

The direction in which the minotaur wanted to escape.

Shadows shade over there.

Darkness reigns over it.

Lucan and Ponnard could only see the fierce minotaur chasing them as if it had been hit by a train, flying upside down and slamming down on the horseman's side.

The two weird looked into the distance with a slight tremble.

"Surrender."

"Or death."

An indifferent, indifferent voice came from there.

The two strange bodies shuddered.

They looked at each other.

Full of hesitation.

But at the next moment, when the murderous and evil aura like a mountain pressed on them.

When the two grotesque faces pressed against the icy ground, they chose to give in.

Because, the previous battle is enough to tell them that this murderous aura is not a joke.

If you don't surrender, you will really die!

"I, Desius, am willing to surrender to the man in front of me, follow in the footsteps of the man in front of me, and regard him as the ......"

"I, Cantes, will surrender to those in front of me, follow in the footsteps of those in front of me, and regard him as my lord......"

The horse-headed monster and the minotaur said almost in unison.

Then, at the end of the vow.

The two weird paused slightly.

At the beginning of their birth, the imprint from the depths of their souls made them choose their own way, kneeling on one knee, holding up their long knives and ox forks in one hand, and placing the other hand on their chests, their heads slightly lowered, but their voices were extremely loud.

They shouted in unison—

"Lord Yama."

Yama?

Lucan and Penald were stunned.

Then, the two herders, who had been taught accordingly and knew about some strange habits, reacted instantly.

Yama!

No!

That's Luo Yan!

It was the last representative of Ai to reach the camp.

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