Chapter 1143: Lost in the Oasis (Twenty-Five)

Bediwell raised his whip, half-knelt on the ground, and swept along the ground with a blow.

There was a loud noise, coming from somewhere in the nearby lawn.

Then, there were countless strange noises on the lawn, all of which were the sound of the Venus trap being triggered.

"Oh, do you want to find your way with a whip?" Tristan asked curiously, watching the werewolf's actions, "Aren't you afraid that the whip will be caught?" Bediwell sneered and didn't answer the stupid question of the Fish-Man Prince. His tongue whip was only as thick as two thumbs, and the cross-section could be said to be very small. It is difficult for the flytraps to catch it, and even if it is trapped, the smooth shape and hard, flexible texture of the turtle tongue whip will allow it to escape without being damaged by the flytrap.

On top of that, the whip sweeps across the ground at an extremely high speed, and the wind pressure it creates is the main reason for triggering the trap. Venus traps are powerful, but they have a momentary delay from sensing vibrations to clamping up, a momentary delay that is enough for Bediville's whip to pass guò.

Countless traps were triggered by the whip, and a continuous abnormal sound sounded throughout the grass, and the number of traps was at least more than three digits just by listening to the sound. Without probing, they didn't know that this meadow was full of murderous machines!

"Bastard!" Tristan scolded angrily with a bruise on his forehead, "This is a minefield! There are so many traps for plotting people!" At this time, the werewolf finally couldn't help but feel the urge to complain: "Please, aren't you a prince? Unexpectedly, this unintentional complaint just hit Tristan's death hole, and the fish-man prince immediately retorted violently: "Yes, I am a prince, and it is the duty of the royal family to pretend to be noble in front of people, for the sake of public image, is there anything wrong? Do you dare to say that you are not pretending, whether you are in front of people or alone, it is the same? Now you seem to be a decent person, maybe you are a lazy man wearing a pair of pants and drinking beer on the sofa with a shy stomach at your own home." Unexpectedly, this unintentional guess also happened to hit Bediwell's death hole, and the werewolf was full of smoke, and his anger was almost about to explode. But he suddenly thought of the agreement [not to quarrel with Tristan], so he immediately suppressed his anger: "I don't want to quarrel with you, it's better to stop this topic here." "That's right?" Tristan let out a noble and glamorous snort.

"Perhaps. Ren Jun guessed. "Bediwell didn't bother to discuss it with the Fish-Man Prince.

(Actually, it's right.) "Huhuhu, sure enough, it's a lazy guy. Seeing the werewolf flinching, Tristan sneered unforgivingly.

"Shut up. Bediwell said coldly.

"It's just the facts, do you have any grievances?" "No! it's just—be quiet for me!" Bediwell said angrily, "Didn't you hear any more movement?" "I? no. The Fish-Man Prince knew that his hearing was not as sharp as that of the werewolf: "Is that your job as a vigilance?" "So can you say a few words and let me concentrate on the vigilance?" Bediwell felt like his entire body had been drained. Talking to Tristan is simply annoying and exhausting.

Tristan was about to say something when a voice interrupted him.

Buzz A roar.

More precisely, it was the sound of insects flapping their wings.

But it sounded wonderful, and it was oppressive. Judging from the strange sound, the roaring thing was either very large or very close to the two of them.

Or both!!

"Get down!!" Bediwell hurriedly shouted. Tristan behind him crouches on the ground almost at the same time as the werewolf to dodge the enemy's next surprise attack!

Thankfully, there was such a swift and capable crouch, otherwise their heads would have moved at this moment! Something huge slammed into them head-on at high speed, raising some kind of wind pressure that could barely be seen with the naked eye, shaving from the tips of Bediwell's ears and from the ends of Tristan's hair!

The wind pressure distorted the air and formed an incomparably sharp vacuum blade, which not only shaved off a few hairs from the tips of Bedwell's ears and cut off a few strands of Tristan's blonde hair, but also scared both of them into a cold sweat!

No, what really terrified Bedeville wasn't the invisible-fast Vacuum Blade attack!

What really frightened Bediwell was that the werewolf could not see it at all! The thing seemed to be invisible! Even the low chirp of the insect flapping its wings could only be heard from about five yards away. The invisible monster had just sneaked up five yards in front of the two of them, and then approached at high speed from that distance!

And it failed in a sneak attack, and immediately disappeared, completely lurking in the woods, preparing for the next assassination!

What a joke! It's an invisible guillotine!

What the hell is that sacred, that it can be approached from a distance of only five yards from the front, and that a werewolf with excellent eyesight can't see it at all?!

Is it illusion, invisibility, or stealth spell?!

They were supposed to be dealing with the ferocious plants in this area where the Resident Evil was occurring. The opponent is just a plant with no brains and extremely low intelligence, and this kind of thing can also use magic?!

No, it doesn't have to be magic. It's too early to tell.

Bediwell remained crouched on the ground, half of his body hidden in the weeds on the ground: "Don't stand stupidly, keep this position and run forward!" "Are you crazy?!This is a minefield full of traps!" "My whip will detect all the traps, as long as we don't run too fast, we can find a safe way!" Bediwell has already started to move forward. He ran in a semi-crouching position, and with his left hand raised the tongue whip in an awkward position, and the whip swept across the front fan.

The sound of the trap being triggered came and went, but it was much more sporadic. Venus traps in the meadows are not so dense anymore.

"Hey, is that invisible thing going to catch up with us?" Tristan also crouched and ran after the werewolf, and asked in a low voice, "Is there really no problem with this speed?" The werewolf didn't answer, he was now moving with all his heart and mind as he swept the mine, and even tried to save the strength to answer.

In fact, this is already the maximum speed they can safely move. No matter how fast they run, the Tungsten Tongue Whip won't have time to sweep the mine, and there's a good chance they'll step into the Venus trap, cut off one foot, and then be chased and killed by the invisible killer.

Bediwell could only hope that the opponent would not move much faster, and they would have a chance to escape and eventually find a solution. If the monster wants to stay invisible and keep sneaking, it probably can't move too fast, right?

Click, click, The werewolf and the fish-man prince continued to crouch forward, walking slightly slower than usual pace, past the myriad of triggered flytraps.

And the roar behind them was getting closer, and it was clear that the invisible monsters were chasing them closely, and the enemy was getting closer and closer!

No! Running away at this pace, it's only a matter of time before you're overtaken! Tristan puts his hand on the werewolf's shoulder, leaving Bedeville in charge of navigating while the Fish-Man Prince himself walks and looks back, trying to find out where the enemy is so he can fight back.

As Bediwell had guessed, the thing couldn't move as fast, perhaps just a little faster than Bediville crouched forward—

But its stealth is completely flawless!

I don't know what trick it used, but from the sound it sounded, it was definitely less than ten yards away from Tristan - the Fish-Man Prince was still nowhere to be seen at such a close distance!

The darkness of the forest does have a slight impact on vision, but Tristan's eyesight is not bad, and the slightest impact of environmental factors is insignificant. It turned out that this monster's stealth technique was really powerful!

Originally, since this thing was flying in the air, even if it used a spell to make its whole body invisible, it would at least expose its tracks because of the air flow brought by its flapping wings, or the swing of the surrounding grass! But no, nothing! Even if Tristan squinted his eyes and stared fiercely, the air in that direction was still calm and calm, and there was no flaw at all! Even the grass near there did not react, and there was no abnormality in the swing of the grass and trees!

What is the principle by which it flies in the air, and by what principle does it counteract the air movement and distortion that should have been inevitable during flight? This qiē is so wonderful that it cannot be understood by normal logic!

Not only is there no visual flaw, but even the auditory flaw is cleverly covered up! The sound of its wings flapping seems to have a diffuse effect, although it can roughly determine the direction of the monster from the sound source, but the sound sounds as if it comes from the inside of a huge sphere, and reverberates in the sphere many times, and the echo is transmitted in a random diffusion way.

This diffuse sound source is so complex and unpredictable that even the sensitive Bedeville cannot pinpoint the location of the enemy!

This guy's stealth ability is amazing! It's a perfect monster specially designed for stealth assassination!