"Boom-"

Their bodies fell to the ground like meteors, and the moment they landed, Draenor clearly heard the sound of organs crackling, and his back felt numb and stiff from congestion, and he might not be able to stand up again.

"Jeanne......" He regained consciousness and quickly released his arms to check the condition of the girl in his arms, who was firmly wrapped in his own body, and could not see any obvious external injuries.

Draenor quickly pressed his finger to her upper lip, the warmth still felt in his fingertips. It seems that most of them fainted because of the shock.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stand up on the ground when a hairy touch came from his palm, and he turned his head sideways to see that it was the poor camel.

Unexpectedly, he happened to land on the body of the camel, and the previous popping sound should have been made from the camel's body. He looked up at the wall of the chasm, and could vaguely see that the sky was already full of stars, but he could not hear the movement of Cooper and the beast fighting.

Surrounded by fragments of stone walls, it seems that even the labyrinth itself has not escaped disaster.

He felt something bulging on Jeanne's back, and reached out to touch it, the backpack that Vickily had given her for safekeeping.

"Hmm...... Mr. Delano? The girl in her arms awoke, her eyes blurred and she could barely see Draenor's face.

"Shhhh Now let me figure it out. Draenor quickly helped Jeanne to sit on the belly of the camel, her body was cold, and it seemed that it would be a while before she could continue to move.

He took a deep breath and carefully analyzed the current situation. Vikily was the first to fall off the cliff, and even if the spear didn't completely pierce her chest, it would have been more than lucky. The darkness in front of him was all around, and even with the ability to see at night, he could only see vaguely within a radius of five meters.

In addition to Jeanne's camel, there were two other large corpses beside him. He walked over to the camels, whose hard-working partners had lost signs of life and could no longer accompany them for the rest of their journey.

Draenor crouched down and opened the saddlebag with his hand, the blanket, the water bottle, the remaining food, and the precious sheepskin map still unscathed. He quickly removed his backpack from behind Jeanne and gathered the few supplies he had.

"It seems that you are still watching over us until the last moment. It's been a hard journey, so rest well......" He stroked the camel's neck with his palm, its huge body had lost its temperature, and it could no longer answer its master's instructions.

Jeanne shook her head on the back of her neck, stretching her arms around her stiff shoulders, "Looks like I'm almost recovered." Mr. Delaenau, what do we do next? ”

What's next? Draenor was thinking about it, too. There are 100-meter-high stone walls on the left and right, and it is obvious that they are imprisoned at the bottom of the rift, and if nothing else, Vikili should also be in the rift, no matter what, they must continue along the rough road under their feet to find her first, and when they find a way to get out of here and return to the ground, they must find a way to get out of this hellish place with Cooper.

"Let's take a look first." With his backpack over one shoulder, he reached out and gently pulled Jeanne up as he walked along the dark ravine.

There was the sound of rodents squirming at his feet, the worm-like tail slapping Draenor's boots, and the fact that rats were still alive at such a depth that it didn't seem to be an underground ravine that had formed in an instant.

Draenor looked forward along the walls on either side, and vaguely saw a flash of light, and he leaned down and drew his short sword from his waist, his back pressed against the stone wall and slowly approached.

He was not mistaken, the road around the corner ahead was illuminated by flickering points of light, an indescribable color, like the illusion of pale blue after staring at the snow for too long.

But there was only one way to go, and no matter what the light was, he could only find out.

Draenor turned and pointed his dagger at the light source, only to see a shimmering orb in front of him, suspended in the air and swaying from side to side. With the help of the trance-like light, you can probably see that the ground in front of you is no longer a narrow ravine, but a wide underground cave.

The orb was as dark as ghostly fire, flickering rhythmically with the occasional breeze from within the cave, and Draenor could faintly see a pitch-black tentacle growing from its top, which seemed to hang it in the air.

The movement at his feet grew louder and louder, and hundreds of rats ran wildly around them, climbing the walls around them and swooping towards the ball of light.

At the moment when the rats were about to reach the ball of light, the pitch-black tentacles suddenly shook and pulled the ball of light upward, two white lights flashed in the darkness, and the sharp stone pillars on the ground of the cave suddenly rose upwards and merged with the stone wall at the top.

The burst of air blew Draenor out of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, the cavern was gone, replaced by a field of sand with huge tooth marks.

The bright ball of light flickered again, and a huge head slowly crawled forward, its mouth open, its jaws full of sharp teeth against the ground, and the appearance of the cave gradually appeared in front of it again.

It turns out that there is no cave underground, and the terrifying creature in front of you is the monkfish that has always been extremely huge. Growing up by the sea, Draenor was all too familiar with this cunning and lazy creature whose tentacles glowed in the darkness and slammed their jaws into their gulps when lured in.

But now that it's in the desert underground, and there's not even a drop of water in the sand around, how can there be such a huge monkfish?

A gentle breeze blows in the "cave", and the air is mixed with the pungent smell of blood, which means that the creatures in front of you have fully adapted to the arid living environment, and breathe with their lungs like reptiles.

The most troublesome thing was that the behemoth was blocking the path of the two of them, and the distance between the upper and lower jaws was about six meters high, and it was impossible to climb over the top of its head anyway.

Inspiration flashed through Draenau's mind, and he carefully recalled the tracks he had seen in the sand earlier. The monkfish will retreat to one side the moment it closes its mouth, and the track in the sand will deflect to the right-hand side, and it seems that only that moment can guarantee that it will avoid its attacks and circle behind it.

He pulled a piece of jerky from his backpack behind him, and while food was precious, nothing was more important than his own safety and that of Jeanne.

"Jeanne, don't think about anything when this guy closes his mouth and retreats, rush over immediately!" Although Delano himself was not sure how long the gap would last, Jeanne was able to reach the other side safely.

Jeanne took a deep breath and leaned down to get ready to act.

Draenor lifted the piece of flesh he was holding in his right hand and slammed it at the ball of light that swayed in the air. The tentacles lifted the ball of light and flew into the air, the sharp jagged teeth closed again, and the monkfish's full appearance appeared in front of it, and it shook the two giant fins under its mouth and retreated.

The two of them jerked their bodies and rushed forward. Jeanne reached the other side first, and seeing that Draenor was still one step away from the open sand in front of him, the giant thing around him had already opened its mouth and rushed towards him.

"It's almost! Mr. Delano grabbed my hand! Jeanne quickly turned around and tried to grab Draenor's arm, but her body was pushed away by the other party.

"Let's go !!" With the last of his strength, Draenor shouted at Jeanne, turning and pulling out his hammer and aiming it at the sand beneath his feet.

Before the sound of gunfire could be heard, the scaly mass had covered the road behind Jeanne. Draenau's familiar form vanished in front of Jeanne, and only the giant still enjoyed the delicious meal in its mouth, once again opening its jaw at the rift where they came.

"Draenor ...... ......"Jeanne heard the murmur of the monkfish's intestinal peristalsis, and her remaining hope was dashed. She fell to her knees, her fingers clasped tightly in the cold sand.

Anger and sadness blended, and she screamed as she pressed against her chest. Blood frantically swirled through her muscles like a swarm of raging bees, and her body temperature grew hot with each breath.

She knew what such a reaction meant to the Lycos, and her gritted teeth began to grow like a demon.

One time...... Three times ...... Ten times, her heart roared like a war drum, pumping hot blood to call her instincts.

"Hunt's Breath ......"

She arched her back in silence, her body expanding into a beast that was almost like a giant wolf.

With her long hair standing up and her muscles wrapped tightly in her clothes, Jeanna could no longer control her hunting instincts. She held her breath, her eyes piercing through the massive body to see a crimson heart beating slowly.

Jeanne grabbed the monkfish's giant tail, she had never felt such a powerful force, and with a wave of her arms, she tore off the tail fin of the giant fish.

The pain spurred the nerves of the giant fish, and it flipped over and shook its jaws towards Jeanne.

Without a hint of hesitation, Jeanna clenched her claws and smashed the oncoming giant tooth with a punch.

The monkfish closed its mouth and fell to the ground, its fins pressed against the sand, and it struggled violently. She took the opportunity to kick off the stone wall and leap to her feet, swinging her sharp claws at the monkfish's abdomen.

The peeling scales were stuck in the sand, and Jeanne raised her right arm to thrust into the belly of the giant fish, clutching the red organ in front of her and crushing it.

The sharp teeth of the jaw like a pillar of stone dug deep into the sand, the mouth of the giant fish let out a final sigh, and the mountain of flesh stopped struggling.

Jeanne's heart gradually regained its calmness, and her body slowly shrank back to its original form, and her clothes were loose like canvas hanging from her body.

There was no shadow of Draenor on the giant fish, could it be that he had been chewed into pieces of meat and swallowed by the giant fish......

The anger gradually dissipated, replaced by a tidal wave of sadness.

"Let's ...... Jeana? The familiar voice came from behind, and she couldn't believe her ears, and turned to see Draenor's body firmly embedded in the sand.

"It's great that you're okay...... Thanks to the sand, I almost thought I was going to be crushed to death by that thing......" Draenor smiled wryly and got up from the bunker, thankfully he had been able to escape the monkfish by blasting a gap in the ground with his firecracker.

"Stupid stupid! Mr. Draenor is a blue-haired moa with no brains! ”

Jeanne closed her eyes and scolded Draenor, pearlescent tears falling down her cheeks and soaking the loose clothes on her chest.

"What is a blue-haired moa? Ouch don't don't, I'm the most disgusted with women's tears! The first time Draenor had heard such a unique way of swearing, he quickly got up and ran towards her, the joke was really too much.

Jeanne grasped her chest, and she was almost out of breath at the sudden "surprise". The overuse of her abilities drained her strength, and she felt as if a curtain of darkness had suddenly fallen in front of her, and her body lost its balance and fell to the ground.

"Hey......" Draenor hugged Jeanne before she landed, he could see the previous scene clearly, Jeanne was a descendant of the Licos, but what was unusual was that she seemed to be able to maintain her sanity after becoming a werewolf.

It seemed that he had always tried to protect her, and he knew that many things had to wait until he was qualified to say them.

Draenor wrapped the blanket around Jeanne's body, and stood up with her hands on her body, turning his head sideways to look at the rift that continued to stretch.

"I might just be a brainless blue-haired moa...... But he was not destined to be an ordinary Canaanite. Time will tell. ”

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