Chapter 1041: Hunting in the Sand Sea (15)

"Damn! what have you stolen?" asked the werewolf Bediwell, picking up his clothes, nervously.

"Pants, pants!" Elaine said with an unspeakable embarrassment on her face.

"It's okay meow!" Segrad picked up his spear and shield and threw his shirt to the White Bearman, "My gun and shield are still meowing!" The werewolf glanced at Elaine's luggage again, and the White Bearman's big shield and rhino horn greatsword were still there. The two thieves were teenagers and could not handle the heavy equipment of Segrade and Elaine in their bodies.

As a result, it was only Bediville who suffered the most. His fanged dagger and turtle tongue whip were both stolen, and he didn't have a single weapon in his hand, so he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy!

Segrade gave the spear to Bedeville: "Meow?" "Of course you want to chase!"

The loss of the lizardtooth dagger is not a big deal, but Bedeville's tortoise-tongue whip is a "superlative" weapon that can respond to the electricity emitted by the prosthetic leg of his left arm, allowing it to move as freely as tentacles!

Bediwell could vaguely make out the scent of the two thieves. The desert sun slowly melted and eroded with high temperatures, filling the surrounding air with a strange smell of baking, and even a werewolf with a keen sense of smell would no longer be able to distinguish the specific smell left by someone over time. In other words, the only time to hunt down the thief is now.

"Woo-huh. Elaine wrapped his shirt around his waist to cover his shame, and got up very embarrassed and said, "One, you must chase your pants back!" "That's all you mind?" Bediwell was a little displeased: "Actually, you feel good wearing it like this?" He looked at Elaine: the white bear man who was wearing only a pair of pants, a shirt around his waist, and nothing on his upper body, looked a little like a pervert.

"Don't, don't laugh!" said the White Bear Man, crying and laughing.

The three of them packed up their gear and galloped away, chasing the scent of the thieves into the slums of Zvar.

At the same time, the two thief brothers also turned several alleys, through the dilapidated and intricate buildings of the slum, and came to a place that resembled an underground cave.

"Uncle!" shouted one of the imps, "get something good, do you have something to eat tonight?" "Oh?" Out of the darkness came a hunchbacked, tattered cloaked man. He is called an uncle by his children, but he looks more like an old and frail old man.

"What's good?" the "uncle" asked in a flat tone.

"This!" replied the child, waving his whip happily, in his very bad English, "Treasure, treasure, treasure! That fool holds this, like a tentacle!"

"Really!look!" the boy waved his turtle-tongue whip: "Move, move, move!!!" The boy waved the whip continuously, but the turtle-tongue whip seemed lifeless, only shaking weakly a few times when the boy's little hand waved, and it was completely devoid of the majesty that it had in the hands of the werewolf.

"Hey~!?" the thief boy exclaimed incredulously, "Why don't you move? This is different (from what you see)!" He thought that Bediwell's whip could be controlled as much as he wanted as long as he held it in his hand, at least he had seen werewolves use whips like this before.

But in reality, the Turtle Tongue Whip certainly doesn't simply respond to the user's request. It is not a high-tech weapon, and it is impossible to act autonomously at the user's will. Bediville was the only one who could animate it - and it was powered by electricity from the werewolf's left prosthetic arm.

"Uh...... This!" the boy threw his whip on the ground in anger. If you can't move on your own, this whip is just a strange whip made of the tendons of an unknown monster, not only is it not very lethal, but it can be ugly.

Seeing that the thief boy was making a fool of himself, the man in the cloak snorted in displeasure: "Matt, lying is a bad habit. So, as punishment, you won't have anything to eat tonight - what about you, Gyut??" "This, this. "Another thief boy pulls out his [catch]: Elaine's pants, and Bediwell's lizardtooth dagger.

The blood-stained trousers were of little value, and the boy thought it was ridiculous when he took it out, so he immediately took it back, and the handmade dagger didn't seem to be worth much, so was it really okay to take it out?

The boy was very worried, fearing that he would be treated the same way as his brother, and he asked with trepidation, "(By this) I can... Have you eaten?" "Oh!" the man looked at the dagger as if he had seen the supreme masterpiece of some famous teacher. He snatched the short sword from the boy's hand, and scrutinized the weapon in his dry, wrinkled hand, while whispering in admiration, "This is ...... This is the workmanship! This is the finesse! This is the right amount of polishing and setting! This is the ingenious curves! This is the ...... "Uh?!" The thief boy named Jiut was very surprised, he didn't expect this earthen weapon to be so highly rated by a man, and this was the first time that he had stolen all kinds of treasures in his life as a thief.

"So, then I can eat?" "Go to the kitchen, you can eat as much as you want, until you're full!" The man in the cloak seemed very happy, "Get aside!" "Matt!" called Gyut, "Let's eat!" "Brother!" The other thief boy said gratefully, intending to follow.

"Wait!" the cloaked man stopped the thief brother, "Jiut, you can eat, but he can't." I don't have any food here to entertain liars!" "But, but!" the thief boy's brother protested, waving his hand in protest, perhaps because he was not very good at speaking, so he could only express his emotions with this clumsy body language.

The man in the cloak seemed stubborn: "Don't talk nonsense! You either eat yourself and leave Matt alone, or you don't eat either and go hungry tonight!" "There is another choice: don't eat y'all and give me back my weapon!" Bediwell's roar came from outside the cavern.

"What?" The man in the cloak was taken aback, watched the three figures run into the cave, and quickly glared at the two thieves reproachfully: "Haven't you confirmed that you have been followed?" "Yes, yes?!" Jiut innocently shouted: "(We) have turned (passed) a lot of alleys (to get rid of the following)!!" "It's not their fault, old man. Bedivel walked into the underground cavern with his gun in his hand, his face full of anger: "We orcs have very sensitive noses, and we can dig you out of any corner of the city with scent tracking alone, do you think we can escape?!" "Oh?" The cloaked man smiled disapprovingly, raising his lizardtooth dagger: "This kind of thing, how do you know if you don't try it?" Segrade and Elaine had planned to attack and besiege the hunchbacked cloaked man with Bediwell. But the werewolf hurriedly shouted, "Don't come, I'll meet him personally!" Bediwell said this not out of his conceit. Definitely. He could see from the hunchbacked man's footsteps and posture that the man was unusual, and suddenly realized that the man was a master of swordsmanship! If Segrade and Elaine attacked without knowing anything, they would definitely be fiercely counterattacked by the man and be seriously injured. Of the people present, I am afraid that only Bediwell's skill can compete with the hunchbacked man!

Drunk by Bediwell, the Leopard Man Youth and the White Bear Man stopped. Segrade threw the shield in his hand to Bediwell: "Come on!" is really a good companion, and a word can make them understand. Bediwell secretly praised Segrade and Elaine, and at the same time challenged the mysterious man with a shield and a gun in his hand: "Old man, give me back my equipment, so that I can spare your life!" "Hahaha, I'm afraid it's impossible. The hunchbacked old man and Bediville confronted each other, and the two paced slowly, centering on an unseen point.

"May I ask you a question?" added the cloaked man before he made his move, his eyes fixed on the spear and shield in the werewolf's hand, "This is a good sword, and you have the same good gun and shield in your hand." You made it all yourself?" This sentence made Bediwell wary, and he was afraid that the man in the cloak would fight Segrade's bad idea, so he hurriedly took all the qiē on his body: "Yes...... What do you want to do to me?" "If so, then the old man should praise you! You do have a pair of skillful hands, and it would be a pity that these skillful hands are wasted! Rest assured, I will not kill you, and I will not hurt your hands when I make a move--at most I will cut off your legs!" A green tendon appeared from the werewolf's forehead, and in the face of such a great humiliation, the werewolf calmed down: "What a big breath, old man!" But he knew that the other party was not talking about it. The old man in front of Bediwell may really be as hunchbacked and senile as he looks, but this guy's steps are unusually steady, and every inch he moves, his figure is as silent and calm as a windless mountain forest!

I met such a top swordsman in such a place!

Tens of thousands, no, hundreds of thousands of battles. I'm afraid this guy has already experienced too much killing, baptism of blood, and has slaughtered tens of millions of enemies under his hands. With skill alone, there is a difference between the werewolf and this old man!

If the magic hadn't been sealed, Bedivel would still be able to fight it with madness - and it is unknown whether he will be able to win.

But now, werewolves can only rely on their own swordsmanship to win, and in the face of this old monster with superb swordsmanship, Bediwell's heart is bottomless!

...... I can only bite the bullet!

Bediwell stabbed a shot at the old man's face!