Waterfalls and pools, plus a simple camp with smoke billowing from the small shacks in the camp. Everything seemed simple and straightforward, and there was no danger, but Hicks was completely careless. After half an hour of observation in a carefully selected hidden corner, he still did not dare to move.

After all, he had already guessed that there must be danger here, but he didn't find anything, so he would naturally only become more cautious. During this period, Hicks also carefully controlled the qi magic medium, hoping to directly send some water over, but unfortunately it was too much of a headache to give up.

Another half hour had passed, the smoke had long since ceased in the camp, and Hicks the dwarf's attention was gradually diverted from the monotonous and unchanging few things in front of him. In the final analysis, she is also a 'pampered' dwarf noble lady, even if she has experienced combat training, this kind of 'squatting and reconnaissance' training is inevitable, and it is already the limit to persist for an hour under a crisis.

First of all, he secretly cursed this underground canyon that would not be dark, and it was impossible to wait for it to get dark before acting. However, he thought that the underground alien race might have more advantage in the dark environment, so he turned to rejoice.

Then he recalled the whole process of his space magic going wrong and ending up here, feeling sorry for himself and admitting that he was unlucky, but he felt that there were countless problems.

From the very beginning of the part. Usually it is a smooth and smooth space teleportation, why did something go wrong this time, and what happened to that great force that was completely unable to resist and resist?

As for the contact with the underground alien race, why is there so much to do with the small camel beast that has been eaten into its stomach?

and the dwarven youth of the black rune tribe who he saved not long ago, he always felt that there was something that he had overlooked.

Finally, for now, I am worried about how to obtain water in the pursuit and squatting of the underground alien race. And after obtaining the water source, can you really save the dwarf and convince him to sweep around the neighborhood with him and return to the surface world?

Thus the doubts turned into all sorts of self-doubts, and the fighting spirit that Hicks had aroused an hour earlier was visibly reduced.

After all, the 'hyper-euphoria' generated by the new environment is constantly fueled by the continuous novelty and deadly crisis. Exhausted by survival instinct. Although all kinds of analysis do not lose IQ, they also do not have time to think deeply.

And now, because of an hour of immobility, the 'instinctive beast' in the depths of his heart feels that the crisis has passed, and naturally 'naps'. In other words, without special training, the effects of stimulants secreted by the organism are not able to last more than an hour without sustained stimulation.

In this way, Hicks, the dwarf, who was distracted by all kinds of mixed thoughts, slowed down for half a beat to notice the new movement in the underground alien camp. I saw a small underground alien, carrying a large bucket of indecipherable material, swaying around the low fence and walking towards the waterhole, apparently to fetch water.

At this point, Hicks barely gathered his spirit, staring at this underground alien race back and forth a dozen times. And this underground alien is small and weak, and he stumbles and falls several times during the round trip, and there will be a sharp scolding sound from the camp shack.

"Is it a bullied hapless?, or a special method of training for water-based magical warriors?" Skeptical, Hicks began to wonder if there was anything worth exploiting, and it quickly came to fruition. As long as you attract this underground alien race, the little water left in the bucket should be enough to quench the thirst of that burden.

And guessing from the size of the person, if the other party is a child, curiosity may be a good choice. Although the background sound of the waterfall is masked, making a strange noise is obviously a bad choice. Not to mention the possible ambush, it is difficult to tell what kind of sound can attract underground alien children. Do you learn how to bark a kitten, and where are cats in the underworld?

Then only 'shiny' is worth a try. Hicks thought about what he was on and began to sharpen the tip of his spear with the corner of his coat, looking for the right angle. Although there is no sun here, the glowing mushrooms that cover the rock walls of the canyon on both sides are also distributed, and although the effect is not as good as the point light source, it is still alive.

"It's a trap and you accept your fate. With that, as the smaller underground alien came out of the shack again, Hicks briefly poked his spear out of hiding and threw a faint halo of reflection at his target.

Although the underground aliens live in a dim underground environment, the eyesight of the underground aliens has not completely deteriorated, but is more sensitive to light sources. It was this trick that succeeded in getting the target's attention, but what happened next didn't go as expected.

The smaller underground alien only subconsciously took two steps, and there was a shouting from the shack, and he had to turn around and continue to walk towards the waterhole. Hicks cursed secretly, and while holding a grudge, not only did he not dare to do more other actions, but he was also on guard, ready to run away at any time.

After 10 minutes, nothing unusual happened. And the smaller underground alien finally completed the task of fetching water, and following his memory, he jumped up and down and wanted to run over here without warning. But the bad part is that the bucket is not carried.

Hicks squinted at the other man's joyful movements, becoming more and more sure that this was the kind of existence of an underground alien baby child. As for the bucket, something so heavy that it really can't be expected for a child to carry it on his back while playing. Then the question of water—Hicks was ruthless—and perhaps flesh and blood were an option.

I have to say that what Jiao Ming once struggled with was the question of whether intelligent creatures could eat it, which was completely within the cultural taboo of the dwarf race. Hicks, too, was only a woman's instinct, hesitated a little, and quickly crossed the psychological hurdle.

The vicinity of this camp was originally an open area for safety, and Hicks chose to hide far enough away. In this way, the small underground alien race just turned its head and glanced at it and could not determine the exact location, but when it was close to a distance of more than twenty meters, it began to look down according to its memory to look for the 'point of light' it had just seen.

Poking the shiny tip of the gun out again, Hicks lay on his stomach with bated breath, relying only on the sound of footsteps to discern the location of his target, waiting as if he were fishing.

With a shrill exclamation, the target apparently spotted the 'shiny and shiny' treasure. Then there was the sound of jumping footsteps and tails flicking against the ground.

Hicks was secretly happy that his prey was hooked, but he frowned suddenly, the sound of his tail flicking on the ground was too familiar, and his own god's pet beast also had such a little habit, and the rhythm and sound were so similar. And thinking of his own god's pet beast, this closest companion, the already hardened heart showed signs of softening.

Ten steps, nine steps.

Hicks resolves with the memory of being 'toyed with' by two underground aliens.

Seven steps, six steps.

'Please, don't tuck your tail' was Hicks' main thought.

Four steps, three steps.

Hicks finally suppressed the distraction as a warrior, and his body exploded, glaring forward, and stabbing the opponent in the head with a spear. If you open a hole here, not only will it be absolutely fatal, but as long as you don't draw your weapon, the loss of blood will be less than that of your throat and heart.

But twice, when the decoy was used, and the tip of the spear that should have been stained with blood stopped on the forehead of the underground alien child. The little dark red scales that were away probably wouldn't fit a single piece of paper into it.

And the main reason for saving the lives of the underground alien children is precisely these scales of special color, as well as the eyes that widen with horror.

In the eyes of the dwarf Hicks, the lizard face of this underground alien child at this time was exactly the same as his god's pet beast companion.

Just in the distance, many details are not clear, and at this moment they are close at hand. Big eyes, pale red pupils, a small nose, and a mouth that cracked like a smile, and the most nostalgic thing is the small red scales on the forehead, which form a pattern like a flame with a faint curve.

However, Hicks is a mature adult after all, and the momentary shock and hesitation come back to his senses. Although he could no longer get off the killer, he wrapped his arms around his neck and clamped the target's neck under his armpit, covering his mouth tightly. With the other hand, the spear is retracted, and the target's legs and tail are controlled.

And it was only at this time that the underground alien child came back to his senses and struggled subconsciously. However, the two sides only fought slightly, and the underground alien child realized that he was completely inferior in strength, and gradually quieted down, as if he had accepted his fate.

Hicks had no time to speculate on the thoughts of the alien race in his arms, and because of this move, he did not dare to delay any longer, and hurried back. Of course, he didn't dare to return to the place where the unconscious dwarves were hiding, but found another cave at random to take refuge, waiting for possible pursuers to appear.

But within a few steps of entering the cave, Hicks felt like the world was spinning. Waiting to fix the shape and vision, although everything around me has not changed, I always feel that something is very different. Immediately after, a small voice came from under his armpit.

"Excuse me, are you a dwarf living in the surface world?"

Hicks looked down abruptly and asked in surprise, "Do you speak the dwarven language?"

"It can be understood this way. However, please ...... Please calm your emotions, this is a condition for me to speak the language of the dwarves. ”

Hicks frowned, and tightened the hand covering the other's mouth. Just now, in order to prevent shouting, but it took a lot of effort, and the other party shouldn't be able to speak, and in two sentences, I didn't feel the movement of the other party's mouth at all.

Waterfalls and pools, plus a simple camp with smoke billowing from the small shacks in the camp. Everything seemed simple and straightforward, and there was no danger, but Hicks was completely careless. After half an hour of observation in a carefully selected hidden corner, he still did not dare to move.

After all, he had already guessed that there must be danger here, but he didn't find anything, so he would naturally only become more cautious. During this period, Hicks also carefully controlled the qi magic medium, hoping to directly send some water over, but unfortunately it was too much of a headache to give up.

Another half hour had passed, the smoke had long since ceased in the camp, and Hicks the dwarf's attention was gradually diverted from the monotonous and unchanging few things in front of him. In the final analysis, she is also a 'pampered' dwarf noble lady, even if she has experienced combat training, this kind of 'squatting and reconnaissance' training is inevitable, and it is already the limit to persist for an hour under a crisis.

First of all, he secretly cursed this underground canyon that would not be dark, and it was impossible to wait for it to get dark before acting. However, he thought that the underground alien race might have more advantage in the dark environment, so he turned to rejoice.

Then he recalled the whole process of his space magic going wrong and ending up here, feeling sorry for himself and admitting that he was unlucky, but he felt that there were countless problems.

From the very beginning of the part. Usually it is a smooth and smooth space teleportation, why did something go wrong this time, and what happened to that great force that was completely unable to resist and resist?

As for the contact with the underground alien race, why is there so much to do with the small camel beast that has been eaten into its stomach?

and the dwarven youth of the black rune tribe who he saved not long ago, he always felt that there was something that he had overlooked.

Finally, for now, I am worried about how to obtain water in the pursuit and squatting of the underground alien race. And after obtaining the water source, can you really save the dwarf and convince him to sweep around the neighborhood with him and return to the surface world?

Thus the doubts turned into all sorts of self-doubts, and the fighting spirit that Hicks had aroused an hour earlier was visibly reduced.

After all, the 'hyper-euphoria' generated by the new environment is constantly fueled by the continuous novelty and deadly crisis. Exhausted by survival instinct. Although all kinds of analysis do not lose IQ, they also do not have time to think deeply.

And now, because of an hour of immobility, the 'instinctive beast' in the depths of his heart feels that the crisis has passed, and naturally 'naps'. In other words, without special training, the effects of stimulants secreted by the organism are not able to last more than an hour without sustained stimulation.

In this way, Hicks, the dwarf, who was distracted by all kinds of mixed thoughts, slowed down for half a beat to notice the new movement in the underground alien camp. I saw a small underground alien, carrying a large bucket of indecipherable material, swaying around the low fence and walking towards the waterhole, apparently to fetch water.

At this point, Hicks barely gathered his spirit, staring at this underground alien race back and forth a dozen times. And this underground alien is small and weak, and he stumbles and falls several times during the round trip, and there will be a sharp scolding sound from the camp shack.

"Is it a bullied hapless?, or a special method of training for water-based magical warriors?" Skeptical, Hicks began to wonder if there was anything worth exploiting, and it quickly came to fruition. As long as you attract this underground alien race, the little water left in the bucket should be enough to quench the thirst of that burden.

And guessing from the size of the person, if the other party is a child, curiosity may be a good choice. Although the background sound of the waterfall is masked, making a strange noise is obviously a bad choice. Not to mention the possible ambush, it is difficult to tell what kind of sound can attract underground alien children. Do you learn how to bark a kitten, and where are cats in the underworld?

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