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There was a dull thud behind Trina, the sound of Vitruvius blocking the entrance to the cave with a boulder.

The light of the fire dancing on the torch stretched Tryna's small body into an elder.

In this dark and terrifying stone cave passage, Trina's breathing was calm, and her steps were slow, and she walked down step by step.

After a long time.

Tranna finally made her way to the underground grotto, where there was a torch burning and other than that.

Trina raised the torch in her hand and searched for them one by one along the walls of the grotto.

Soon, Trina found the lizardman elder who had just been hanged.

The lizardman elder closed his eyes, and the original dark green scales gradually lost their luster.

A large amount of fresh slime was secreted from his body, which dried, forming mucous membranes that stuck the lizardman elders to the cave walls.

Trina set the torch aside, then stripped off her mud-stained sackcloth, revealing her delicate naked body.

She stretched out her two hands and plunged into the gray mucous membranes, digging clumps of slime from the lizardman elder's body.

Trina then smeared the slime on her delicate body.

Covered in slime, Trina, while the slime on her body was still dry, walked quickly to the flesh altar in the center of the grotto.

Trina used the Flesh Altar as a mattress and lay quietly on it, unmoving.

The suckers and tentacles on the Flesh Altar did not react in the slightest.

This makes sense, as Trina isn't really a lizardman.

Those real lizardmen, as long as they lie down on the Flesh Altar, the Flesh Altar will directly merge with them, and Trina is a human after all, and the Flesh Altar has not yet adapted to her breath, so naturally it will not merge with her.

Even if she had smeared her body beforehand, the mucus secreted by the lizardman didn't seem to have much effect.

Trina could only lie flat on the dense flesh cushion suction cups on the Flesh Altar, waiting for the Flesh Altar to get used to her breath, become familiar with her breath, and take the initiative to merge with her so that he could complete the promotion of the Lizardman Elder.

Soon, the mucus on Tryna's body dried up, forming a thin white mucous membrane that stuck Trinna to the Flesh Altar.

Trina lay silently on the sucker pad of the Flesh Altar with her eyes closed, falling into a deep sleep.

After a long time, the fire was extinguished.

The interior of the grotto was plunged into complete darkness.

……

Early the next morning.

Trina also woke up from her slumber.

Although there was no light in the underground grotto, there was no difference between day and night, but Trina woke up, and it was probably daylight on this ground.

After this night, the Flesh Altar did not change in the slightest.

Tears welled up in Tryna's beautiful eyes, the Flesh Altar showed no sign of merging with her, she was now like a poor clown stuck to the Flesh Altar, waiting for death to come.

And a long time passed.

The food that Trina ate yesterday was almost digested, but unfortunately she was now glued to the altar of flesh and blood, and she couldn't break free with her own weak strength.

That's just ......

A blush flashed across Tryna's face, if she did...... Actually, it doesn't matter, there are no other people here anyway.

Bang la ......

With the sound of liquid flowing.

The tentacles on the Flesh Altar began to shake as if in response.

The closed suction cups opened suddenly.

Bang ......

Those closed suction cups are now sucking like open mouths.

A hint of surprise flashed in Tryna's eyes, and the Altar of Flesh would be completely accustomed to her aura so that the two of them could merge.

But......

If that's really the case, I'm afraid that in less than three days, I will be dying of thirst and starvation, and I won't have a chance at all, until your flesh and blood altar is completely integrated.

Thinking of this, Trina sobbed again.

……

The six members of the Iron Sword Lily Regiment once again arrived at their original camp.

Here, there are still a large number of carriages scattered, and the carcasses of the horses that pull the horses have long been devoured by the scavenging lizards in the swamp after a night's time.

When Vitruvius arrived, the scavenging lizards were still nostalgic, and Vitruvius rushed up and killed one of the largest scavenging lizards on the spot, ready to make breakfast for everyone.

However, almost all of them were reluctant to eat it, and they looked at Vitruvius in the hope that he would be able to provide a delicious iron shell.

For the sake of the team members, Vitruvius once again went out to look for the iron-shelled melon vines, and Ihel Binlan stayed in place to protect the other four seriously injured team members.

Although Blancs and the others were now seriously injured, it was still possible for them to walk and do some light work on their own, and they did their best to rummage through the scattered wagons to find some useful things, and they planned to set up tents here, rest for a while, recuperate from their injuries, and then continue on the road after their bodies had recovered their health, that is, they had been relieved of their serious injuries.

The professional suffered a small injury, and there was no major problem at all, but Blancs and the others were seriously injured by disembowelment, and if they didn't pay attention to it, it would cause incurable bleeding injuries, and the four of them didn't dare to use force at all, so they could only slowly recuperate.

In other words, now their health and the upper limit of all their attributes have been temporarily reduced, even if Blanc's blood is useless.

However, the physical fitness of the professionals is also very strong, and they will rest for a few days at most, and after removing the needles and threads that suture the wounds, the serious injuries of the four of them can be lifted.

……

Vitruvius walked alone into the depths of the swamp to look for the vines of the iron shell, and when no one was around, his body flashed red, and he turned into a haka form again, flying low in the swamp.

It didn't take long for Vitruvius to return with two large vines of the melon, and the team members drank the juice of the melon, once again expressing their gratitude to Vitruvius and Ihr Binlan.

Vitruvius and Ihr Binland have said that the team is a whole and that all team members should live and die together.

Blanc, Pascal, Buck, and Finnis Katie were moved inexplicably and wept.

Taking advantage of their breakfast, Vitruvius dug a big pit in the same place, and buried all the inferior black powder from the swamp brotherhood into the big pit, and once the black powder in his space bag was used up, he could come here to dig again.

As for their own two carriages, Brands originally proposed to abandon this mission, after all, even the horses in the trailer were bitten to death, and the escort mission had failed, so the two carriages of mission items were simply buried on the spot, or discarded.

Vitruvius, however, objected, saying that he had eight more lizardmen captives, and that when they had recovered from their wounds, they would be used as horse trailers.

Vitruvius said this.

The team members expressed their support, and even Brands did not object, and immediately changed his words and nodded in agreement.

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