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He glanced deeply at the small woods that had disappeared from view, turned around and chose a direction opposite to the direction of the team just now, and continued deeper into the swamp. ⊙

Although the curiosity in Qin Liang's heart at this time was enough to kill the cat, he really wanted to go back to the grove to confirm his guess. He even chased in the direction the team left just now to see what was going on, and he wanted to know too much how the other party found out.

But all these impulses were endured by Qin Liangqiang, in such a harsh environment, a little curiosity was enough for a person to die several times. What's more, even if that team is strong from the outside, its combat effectiveness is still not something that Qin Liang can compete with.

Qin Liang, who was back on the road, was full of doubts, such as why was that team injured? Why did you pretend to be the same person after you were injured? And where the hell did those human slaves come from......

All of this was constantly circling in Qin Liang's mind, and he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. It seems that the Black Tower is more than just a training camp and a testing ground. Everything before was very close to the real reason for the existence of the Black Tower, and he seemed to be getting closer to some kind of fact.

The direction in which the team left was towards the west, and Qin Liang didn't know how big the entire swamp was. But there was a vague sense that his location was in the middle of the swamp to the east. Therefore, as the darkness level goes deeper, the level of the demon beast continues to rise. But the center of the swamp should not be the home camp of the dark race, otherwise no one would have survived this trial.

After walking forward for more than half a day, Qin Liang's speed slowed down, and the surrounding environment became even worse. The ground is no longer simply muddy, but the whole ground is a mud swamp. Some mires are just ankle-length, some are knee-high, and some are real bogs. People are trapped in and cannot come out again.

Therefore, Qin Liang's speed slowed down, but his physical strength was consumed even more. With each step, the soles of your feet sink into the mud, and then pull them out with all your might. Obviously, I looked at the place where the grass grew, and there was no focus point at all when I stepped on it, and my feet would sink together with the grass.

The mire is not black, but dark red. It was as if someone had mixed such a vast expanse of mire with countless blood. Even the smell that permeates the air. It is no longer the corrosive smell peculiar to swamps, but a smell with a pungent smell of blood.

As Qin Liang's brows furrowed, and as he inhaled more and more bloody tastes, bloodthirsty restlessness slowly began to rise in his heart. The eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dark red blood because of the dark red mud everywhere.

This feeling made Qin Liang more and more restless, and suddenly Qin Liang's complexion changed. The feet trapped in the mire were suddenly pulled out, and a poisonous snake burst out, and the head of the viper was covered with tiny scales, which were small and sharp. It's like an awl.

This is a loach snake endemic to this swamp, with a head that resembles a venomous snake and a body that resembles a loach, only half a foot long. This kind of body structure allows it to move freely in the mire in front of it, just like a fish swimming in water.

When Qin Liang's legs were raised, the loach snake also followed and sprang out of the quagmire, and quickly went straight to Qin Liang's raised feet. The awl-like head was very penetrating, even if Qin Liang was wearing combat boots. Once hit, it will also be directly penetrated.

And after the head of this loach snake burrows into the body of the prey, the small scales of the head will open instantly. It's like a barb. It's hard to pull it out again. Unless the whole piece of flesh around its head is scooped up.

And the loach snake has a very strong toxin, once it is bitten, even if it is a swamp crocodile, its body will be completely paralyzed and unable to move within ten seconds. The loach snake will then burrow into the swamp crocodile's body, and the nearby loach snake will also hear the news and rush to eat the swamp crocodile from the inside in a matter of minutes. Only a crocodile skin with holes everywhere remains.

At the moment when the loach snake came out of the mire, a cold light flashed from the dagger in Qin Liang's boots. The upward-scurrying loach snake is cut in half directly from the side. The life of the loach snake is very tenacious, and if you cut off your head, you may even be bitten back. Only by cutting it in half directly from the middle will it die quickly in a short time.

The tip of the knife that cut open the loach snake jumped, and a soybean-sized snake gall was picked out from the loach snake's dissected abdomen, and it fell directly into Qin Liang's mouth and was swallowed by him. The gall bladder of the loach snake is a precious medicinal material. Many high-grade potions can be prepared.

If you handle it and bring it back to dispense, you can exert eighty percent of its medicinal power. Swallowing it directly can only absorb 30%. However, at this time, he didn't care about wasting, because Qin Liang didn't carry a container to store snake gall at all, so eating it directly was the best solution.

The snake gallbladder entered Qin Liang's strong digestive ability began to digest it quickly. A feeling from Qin Liang rose from Qin Liang's stomach and went straight to his eyes. This made his eyes that were shrouded in a layer of blood light a little brighter, and at the same time, this Qin Liang also made the restless killing intent in his heart subside a little.

Leaning down, he took out the loach snake's venom sac and put it into a container, which was originally a potion bottle. The potion inside was used by Qin Liang, but the bottle remained. At this time, the palm-sized flask contained colorful liquids.

In the middle of the liquid, a centipede, which was only three centimeters long, was soaked in two colors. This is a bicolor centipede that has a highly poisonous venomous, don't look at it small. Wherever it appears, venomous snakes like the loach snake have to take a detour. In order to catch this little thing, Qin Liang can be said to have taken a lot of effort.

Throwing the poison sac into the potion bottle, the two-colored centipede inside actually wriggled and swallowed the poison sac directly. That's right, this two-colored centipede is not dead, it is alive. And as Qin Liang continued to feed it various venoms, the third color that was about to appear on its body slowly became clear.

"This kind of poison is probably useless, if only the one-horned demon snake could be found here. With the venom sac of the one-horned demon snake, this little guy's evolution speed can be accelerated. Although the toxicity of the two-color centipede is very strong, it is not enough to harm the existence of the spirit level. Only the venom of the three-colored centipede is lethal to the spirit level. ”

Shaking the medicine bottle in his hand, he looked at the two-colored centipede after swallowing the poison sac, as if he had eaten a casual meal, and he was not too excited. There was no change in the third color on his body, and Qin Liang couldn't help but shake his head and hide the potion bottle close to his body.

As he went deeper, Qin Liang became more and more aware of the dangers of this swamp. Masterclass is just the basis for surviving in the swamp. It is still very dangerous for a grandmaster-level person to come in, and even if a spirit-level person walks in, he may lose his life.

Therefore, with Qin Liang's current combat strength, there was no big problem in killing a grandmaster-level existence. As long as Qin Liang is given a chance to snipe from a distance, it is not impossible to seriously injure or even kill the spirit level. But such an opportunity rarely arises, and the existence of the spirit level is not only powerful. He is also particularly sensitive to danger.

It was impossible for him to give Qin Liang a chance to snipe at a master-level sniper. Therefore, Qin Liang currently lacked the means to deal with spirit-level existences. Therefore, when he saw the two-colored centipede, Qin Liang was so patient and tossed for most of the day to catch it. and incubate in a pharmacy bottle.

"It's still too conservative." Putting away the potion bottle, Qin Liang continued to hurry, and the image of the powerful man carrying the exaggerated hand cannon suddenly appeared in his mind.

At first, Qin Liang was only shocked when he saw the other party, and then felt that the other party was very bold, and the fighting method must be extremely wild. Because even with the strong strength of a strong man, when using that hand cannon, the Yuan Power will be exhausted after firing at most two cannons at a time.

If you use it with shells, you might be able to fire a few more shots. But shells are not bullets after all, and the volume of each shell is equivalent to the magazine of a heavy machine gun. Therefore, the number of shells carried by the opponent must be limited, and they will not be used easily.

Therefore, unless the opponent does not use a hand cannon, the combat endurance is not very good. If you can't take out the enemy in one wave with a storm. Then he will be hunted down by the enemy in turn. This is a very dangerous way of fighting.

Use it once in a while, nothing, always fight like this, as the saying goes, often walk by the river, how can there be no wet shoes. Therefore, those who choose to fight in this way generally die quickly.

However, as the dark race encountered deep into the swamp, the monsters became more and more powerful. And the students who came here alive must be more difficult to deal with, Qin Liang really understood the short-sightedness of his own vision, and the deep meaning of the other party's choice of hand cannon.

Obviously, in this environment in front of you, it's not battery life that is needed. Because no matter how strong your endurance is, you can't take out the powerful enemies in front of you. You're going to be killed. The dead man still has the endurance of a fart.

On the other hand, the stout man chooses this extremely adventurous way of fighting, or he dies himself. Either the enemy dies. It may seem dangerous, but it is very applicable to the current environment. Because the hand cannon can definitely pose enough threat to the existence of the spirit level, even if the strong man can only fire one shot, it is more deterrent than Qin Liang's side to shoot a shuttle bullet.

Therefore, what Qin Liang had to do now was to make up for his shortcomings in the lack of spiritual-level lethality, otherwise the road behind it would not be very smooth. Not to mention encountering a more difficult spirit-level dark race, just encountering a spirit-level demon beast was enough for Qin Liang to drink a pot.

But fortunately, Qin Liang's spiritual power is exceptionally strong. This sharpens his senses. You can have a premonition in advance of the place where the demon beast can threaten your life, so you can avoid it in advance.

However, this is only a temporary solution, because as the number of demon beasts goes deeper into the spirit level, there will be more and more. At the same time, add the dark race, and the cadets who will hide their ambushes. These are all great threats, so Qin Liang's advantage is slowly disappearing. How to improve the lethality of combat is the fundamental solution to the current difficulties.

Walking in the mire with one foot deep and one foot shallow, Qin Liang only killed the highly poisonous demon beasts along the way, and then fed the essence of the demon beast's venom to a two-color centipede to eat. Although it didn't encounter anything highly poisonous, the growth of the two-color centipede was quite good.

After walking forward for about half an hour, Desolation suddenly crouched down, and then buried his whole body in the mire. The depth of this quagmire is as deep as Qin Liang's waist. After burying himself in it, Qin Liang held his breath, not even a single hair was exposed, as if diving.

And less than half a minute after Qin Liang buried himself in the mire, the originally quiet quagmire area suddenly became restless. The swarms were like beetles, but the soles of their feet were unusually wide, and iron beetles like duck paws passed not far from Qin Liang.

On the body of each iron beetle sat a wrinkled-skinned, dehydrated eggplant, with a pointed nose and green eyes. In addition, the eyeballs are large, and they protrude outwards like the eyes of a fish.

The Greenland Spirits are the lowest of the dark races, and they are said to be inferior because they are the lowest race in the abyss. The number is like locusts all over the city, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work. Sometimes it even becomes a temporary food for some dark races to feed their mounts.

At the same time, they are also cannon fodder on the battlefield and hyenas on the steppe. Eating inferior ** food in his mouth, he struggles on the line of life and death every day.

Legend has it that the greenlins are descendants of the Hulk, but they are all but the eyes. There was not a trace of the mighty Hulk in sight. Their intelligence is pitiful compared to that of real goblins, and their weak bodies are ridiculous like ants compared to giants.

So this legend is seen by other races as the flaunting of the lowest race of the lowly race. Having the blood of the Hulk is actually a joke.

But the Hulk team in front of them is definitely different, although their skin is wrinkled as if they have peeled off after being exposed to the sun. However, their bodies are exceptionally strong, and the Hulk is generally not more than 1.5 meters tall. However, many races are regarded as close relatives of the dwarves.

The dwarves were deeply insulted by this, because the dwarves were also an intelligent race. And with the mark of the God of Casting in their blood, they are born to be the best blacksmiths. Although short in stature, it is infinitely powerful, and it is not at all comparable to the green spirit that can only be used as cannon fodder and temporary rations.

But in front of the team of green elves, I saw a trace of dwarves. Although their skin was full of wrinkles, the power of their bodies could be imagined from the huge mace placed next to them.

A mace close to the thickness of a two-meter bucket. Definitely not a weapon that the average person can use. Because the height of these greenfield spirits is not 1.5 but two meters. And they use mace to isolate. In this way, they not only seem to have the power of dwarves, but also seem to have a slight blood relationship with another Hulk who has inherited legends.

And the green spirit is the lowest race in the abyss, cannon fodder. But the whole body of this team exudes an amazing murderous aura, and the formation of the fast forward of the iron beetle is not chaotic at all, at first glance, it is a well-trained team, but everyone's impression of the green spirit is contrary.

When the vibration of the mire was ten minutes later, Qin Liang slowly stood up from the mire. Shake the sniper's muffler and wipe the mud off it. Qin Liang used it to breathe in his mouth just now. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to stay in the mire for that long.

Putting away the silencer, looking at the direction in which the iron beetle left, Qin Liang frowned. When you use your strong mental power to perceive the Green Elite team. Qin Liang was also extremely surprised. As long as the green elves know the history of the war between humans and monsters, they will understand what kind of race it is.

Because in the turmoil of demon beasts back then, the entrance to the abyss didn't know how to open. Countless dark creatures have sprung up. But there seems to be some energy limit to the exit, and the more powerful the dark creatures, the more difficult it is to get out.

Therefore, in that war, more than seventy percent of the army of the dark race were green land spirits. And the commander who fights with the Greenland Spirits never cares about the life or death of the Greenland Spirits, and the Greenland Spirits are constantly running out of the abyss as if there is no end.

They are weak and do not have much strength, they are like locusts, and their reproductive ability is super strong. And there is no grass in the place where it passes. The battlefield where the Greenland Spirits have fought never has to be cleaned. Because all dead creatures are their food.

Therefore, there is never a mention of military pay and military rations in fighting with green land, and you can eat wherever you go with green land. Therefore, more than half of the casualties in the battle between humans and the dark race were caused by green spirits, because their numbers were so large that even the number of ants could not be compared with them.

So for this lowest. But it has a terrifying number of races. The embassies that recorded the history of those years could not find any merit in these lowly races, except for their staggering numbers.

So how could Qin Liang not be surprised to suddenly see such a team in the swamp, and it was also cavalry?

"Looks like I'm heading for that team of spider-men." Looking at the direction in which the green spirit left, Qin Liang couldn't help but show a thoughtful look on his face.

These greenfield spirits obviously don't appear here for no reason, no matter how they evolved from a lowly race to a strong cavalry. The purpose of the other party's pursuit of the spider-man team made Qin Liang a little curious.

But Qin Liang quickly strangled his curiosity, whether it was the spider-man team that escorted the girl, or the weird green elite cavalry that suddenly ran out. There must be something involved in this, and this matter is not something that Qin Liang can provoke, whether it is on the spider man's side or the green elve's side.

So instead of going to death with curiosity, it's better to stay where it's cool.

However, Qin Liang resisted the curiosity in his heart, and was ready to be a good baby to continue his hunting, not wanting to cause trouble. But trouble seemed to be following Qin Liang.

Just encountered the incomprehensible Hulk cavalry, Qin Liang had just walked forward for less than an hour, and then encountered a team of the dark race. The other party was also in a hurry, and he was also chasing something, and the direction of the chase was the same as the direction that the spider-man left.

After walking forward for another half hour, Qin Liang had to give up the idea of being a good baby. As much as he wanted to keep going, he had to choose the same direction as the spider-man left and return more quickly when he came.

Because in the direction that Qin Liang wanted to advance, the black pressed an endless army. All of them are armies of the dark race, and all kinds of dark scouts are constantly popping up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. It was so dense that even an ant would be found if he wanted to go over, let alone Qin Liang, a big living person. (A good event for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you!) Follow from ~ point / official account (WeChat add friends - add official account - enter dd), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now pay attention to the dd WeChat public account! (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)