(Nasser: 'Author, you have to continue!') Author: 'I can't think of a title......)

Nather picked up the four bladed storms and carefully put them away - now that he was short of tools, he didn't dare to start coiling the tightrope directly, otherwise he would be directly cut to pieces on the spot.

So just put it in the bag.

Nather's bag wasn't big, and it was very troublesome to stuff in four untapped Blade Storms, so Nather decided to find a place to rest as soon as possible, and by the way, find some tools to deal with Blade Storm.

But...... Let's take a look at why these zombies attack this apartment building in such a swarm? It doesn't look like there are many people in this apartment building.

Knock on the door and no one will open it.

Nashur immediately felt that this idea was simply stupid, he had just been smashed by a zombie, who would open the door for him? What if you open the door and let the zombies protrude their faces? What if you open the door and be besieged by zombies?

No way, dive in!

Without saying a word, Na Se stepped on the wall, ran two steps on the wall, and then grabbed the natural gas pipeline about two meters above the ground with both hands, and then pulled himself up with a pull-up, and grabbed the anti-theft net on the second floor.

Pull up again to drag yourself to the second floor, the same goes for the third floor, and then ...... The next thing is the time to fight for character, there is no anti-theft net on the fourth floor.

Foot on the third floor security net -

Damn, didn't catch the windowsill!

Falling from this with your back to the ground will definitely break your spine! When the time comes, they will be wasted. (If you break your spine, you will be half paralyzed.) ）

At the last moment, Naser raised his hand and grabbed it, grabbed the trident and stabbed it—

"Click-la-la-"

The sound of shattering lasted for several seconds, and the cobweb-like crack spread out for a full two meters, the moment Nather inserted the trident into the wall, and shook the trident himself. (If you don't understand, with the outer edge of the wall as the fulcrum, the wall is at most 20 centimeters, and the resistance arm is only 20 centimeters or even shorter, and Nasser's hand is at the end, and the power arm is more than 1.8 meters, so it can completely crack the wall.) ）

"Whew......" Naser breathed a sigh of relief and moved forward, repeating the step just now, but this time it was a long memory.

Leap up, and then the demon's claw is ready to attack, and just as it reaches the limit of its jump height, the demon's claw swings, and its five fingers immediately slash into the wall.

The fingertips of the demon's claws are sharp-clawed, not fingernails, because Naser soaked for an hour in the bath, and he didn't see the claws softening a little, but the luster was more dazzling.

Hanging himself in mid-air, Nather threw himself off.

Caught this time!

It's good to react quickly, otherwise you will regret it for life.

He smashed the glass directly with the devil's claw and flipped straight into it.

And then........................ (Omit a large part of the plot of sweeping the building, if you want to know, just find a random video of the game "Fallout 4".) ）

"Nothing...... Naser said, coming to the first floor, and was about to smash the wooden door of the apartment building with a trident when he heard a strange voice.

"Bell...... Clang...... Bell ......"

The trident in Nather's hand stopped, and the zombies' hearing was much better than that of humans, so they were all attracted by the sound.

Nather put away the trident, closed his eyes, and carefully identified the source of the sound, only to remember that there was a basement he had not searched.

This movement ...... It's like striking iron.

Wait, striking iron?

Thinking of this, Naser ran all the way, even jumping down the stairs halfway through. (The author walked the stairs in the same way, but he had a long memory after falling once.) ）

The basement had lost power and was pitch black, so Naser simply closed his eyes and judged whether there were any obstacles based on the echo.

After five or six piles of miscellaneous objects, he finally came to a stove burning near the source of the sound, and in the firelight, he could faintly make out a rough recognizable one.

It was a man who was not much taller than him, and there seemed to be some problems with his left leg, and he was equipped with some mechanical devices, but he saw that he was holding a small black hammer in his hand, and he was striking a piece of metal again and again, knocking five or six times, and suddenly, shaking his head, threw the metal block in his hand out, and directly smashed the unprepared Naser with a headshot.

But Naser didn't care, and he didn't hurt him, so he didn't worry, but the person in front of him, he had to be respectful, his temper was greater than Zeus, but without him, everyone on Mount Olympus suffered.

He is the god of craftsmen, Hephaestus!

"It's Nashar, isn't it?" Hephaestus asked.

"Uncle He. It's me. Naser respectfully said, "He will have to rely on him in the future."

"Prometheus called you, right?"

"Yes." Nasser said, "Rhona is still waiting outside." ”

"Alas......" Hephaestus sighed, gesturing to his left leg, "I can't walk without fixing my exoskeleton, so be it, Nather, go and help me find some sheet gold." ”

"Sheet gold?" Na Se was stunned, what the hell?

"You ask Prometheus, and he knows," said Hephaestus, "and I don't bother to explain." ”

"Prometheus would be strange if he knew......" said Naser, deciding to go back and ask Sorodarch.