'You're looking for me?' ’

'Haha, is Ah Xiang dead?' ’

'What's the matter?' ’

'It's you, flea.' ’

Tang Long put down the recording button of his mobile phone, which was quietly recorded by the young man nicknamed Flea for him, the voice of the four members of another trialist gang.

I listened to it many times, and it was different from the voices of the two people heard at the airfield.

'Isn't it the same person?' Tang Long thought to himself, and said, "Apart from them, do you know any other trialists?"

"No, we only know those guys," Flea said cautiously, although this senior is not as difficult to reach or high as other veterans, but it gives people a sense of danger, but it is more prevalent; The opponent's strong body seems to be full of explosive power, and it should be a melee ability.

"It's okay, let's go," Tang Long sighed, and took the flea into the wild forest outside Tom Town, as for Old Man Hu, he stayed in the hotel to take care of that Brother Xiang, although this is not a killing mode, but a lone seriously injured trialist, some methods are to squeeze out the oil and water.

The forest is vast and dense, with layers of strange trees and branches, scattering spots of light and shadow, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and when the cold wind blows, the grass and trees are like monsters hiding in the shadows, ready to pounce at any time.

"Senior, that's where I started and met those monsters," the flea said flatteringly, gesturing to a boulder in front of him.

Tang Long looked at it, this should be a marble, the surface is pitted and covered with moss, for some reason, he has a strange feeling of disgust for this stone.

"It's kind of interesting," Tang Long whispered, his palm under control. It became thick and thick, and his nails became longer like hooks, and he was not afraid of the nearby vines and thorns, and he tore them apart one by one, revealing the back half of the deep ground.

Sure enough, the pattern on it, beautiful and divine, is like the masterpiece of the greatest carver, with an indescribable charm, and the palm of the hand probes into the mud. Inch, inch, slightly stagnant, touching a hard object.

"Fleas."

"What's the matter, Senpai?" Juvenile conditions to launch the road.

"Dig the soil."

'What the hell, don't fight monsters, dig in the soil, isn't it a waste of time, veterans are so weird?' The flea slandered.

After being covered in mud, this section of the object was finally revealed. Two long rails, cushioned with wood, nailed one after another iron bars in the middle, under Tang Long's careful groping. Another string of inscriptions on the railroad tracks.

"This is the track?" Flea looked at the part that had not been dug up yet, and was stunned.

"This kind of old railroad, plus this is Ohio, the old Northwest. What are the remnants of the development of the American West? ”

"Oh, I know, cowboys, Indians, gold mines or something!" The boy snorted.

"Gone. This is another clue," Tang Long patted the other party's shoulder and reminded: "Remember, this is not a game, just deal with monsters, the plot can't be tapped to a certain depth, and no matter how good the force is, it's useless."

"Uh-huh."

I don't know if this kid listened to it, at least on the way, it was a lot quieter, the wind sounded, and the sound of 'squirping' came from the grass in all directions.

"It's coming!"

Three or four little monsters, a skinning walker, a distant relative of the werewolf, looked a bit like a big wolfdog with a skinned skin, sparse fluff, sharp teeth, and fierce eyes; There was also a strange 'man', thin and dirty, with a shoe on his foot, a strange human face on his neck, two eyes, one large and one small, and a slender mouth, one of which was blind, and maggots crawled around in it.

Name: Man-Eater

Grade: C-

Notes: The miners who couldn't resist the temptation of human flesh and whose souls fell into darkness have survived until now by **.

Specialties: Strength, Physique

"How many can you handle?" Tang Long asked.

"One won't do," said the flea, crying with a sad face, he hadn't seen so many of them the last time he came.

"Xiaobao, rogue bear, you guys go on," Tang Long sighed, bringing a trumpet is trouble.

Xiaobao's foldable barrel was corrected at once, and the bullets hit the bodies of the little monsters one by one, and the bullets were all specially purchased silver bullets, and with each shot, the little monsters let out a miserable cry, and black smoke came out of the part of the bullet, as if it had been poured sulfuric acid.

The rogue bear shot the skinner, seducing the skinner, shouting, "Come-on, puppy, Papa Bear play with you," and patting his buttocks.

The flea swallowed and spit, took out his weapon, which was an enchanted short sword, and with a slight flick, an electric light sounded.

With both hands in front of each other, he took broken steps, pounced, his wrists beat flexibly, dug out pieces of corpse flesh on the other party's body, his feet slipped, and he turned behind the ogre, and his body was forced, and he stabbed violently, splashing out a piece of blood; This time, he also flexibly avoided the other party's bite.

Name: Servant Swordsmanship

Grade: D+

Notes: In the Middle Ages, knights' servants were not only responsible for sundries, but also had the obligation to accompany them in battle, and this set of short swordsmanship was the skill of armed servants

Tang Long was a little interested, this should be a sword technique from another time and space, somewhat similar to French fencing, but more ruthless and flexible.

According to the general situation, the electric light on the sword has paralyzing attributes, but the ogre is not aware at all, and the turn without stopping startles the other party, and Huang Baba's teeth only almost fell on the flea's body, which interfered with his psychology and affected the play of his skills, and the battle began to become dangerous; After all, the physical fitness of the ghoul is higher than that of this newcomer.

Flea gritted his teeth, he does have a means, but this means is a one-time prop, the kind that is gone when it is used up, it is not a pity to deal with this kind of small boss, but there is a senior next to him, and he always gives him the psychology of luck.

After another three or four minutes of stalemate, just when he couldn't bear it a little, he heard a key voice.

"I'll do it."

Suddenly relieved, as soon as he turned his head, the boss with his eyes staring, Tang Long's right arm, I don't know when it became thick and big, and the muscles were wrapped in layer after layer, like a spring with a charge, ready to explode at any time.

Strength +70

As soon as the foot flicked and fell, it stopped in front of the corpse eater, heavy artillery - straight punch!!

The fist was like a cannonball, falling on the head of the monster on the opposite side, like a broken watermelon, shattering, red and white, and falling to the ground.

Half of its head turned into bone fragments and brains, even if the other party was a fallen monster, this level of serious injury was enough to kill it for half a life.

"Piercing its heart with a silver awl can kill it, and by the way, help me collect three tubes of blood, this concentration of dead man's blood is very useful."

The fleas were stunned, and the guy who couldn't handle it with his whole body skills, the other party solved it with one punch, and he seemed to hear the sound of gas explosion in that punch.

'The veteran is so powerful!? Not only was it surprised, but it was also mixed with fear, and it was as if he were looking at a humanoid beast.

He overestimated Tang Long, without him to contain the other party, under normal conditions, it was a very slow process to control the body and change the attributes of a certain aspect.

The silver awl poked into the chest of the undead monster, like a balloon, and the black gas was released, mixed with the howl of the ghost crying wolf, dyeing the nearby flowers and plants with a layer of gray.

"That's it, it's done, the puppy can be stewed and eaten." The rogue bear swaggered over with his eyes taller than his body.

"It's just a few little monsters," Tang Long shook his head and looked at the lake that was already visible, "there's a big guy waiting for us." (To be continued......)