The clay pot full of fire oil was thrown into the group of dreadclaw monsters in front of it, and the clay pot was smashed by a certain monster, and the orange liquid like sunlight splashed out, and in an instant, a slightly pungent but somewhat inexplicable smell diffused in the air.

"Be careful, don't let it get the slightest bit of you!" Barrett admonished the 'fake jazz' beside him, "unless you want to be a dancing roast chicken!"

"Why roast chicken? and not anything else? In fact, I prefer roast lamb. Weimar blushed, his shield gripped by a clever dreadclaw with two claws, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

"Because if a chicken is set on fire, it flutters and dances with its wings, while a sheep doesn't. William's voice came from behind him.

"I, I, I, I, sheep, also, will!" Weimar fought with all his might for the shield with the Dreadclaw on the other side, and did not forget to fight back.

"The sheep won't, because it doesn't have wings. If the sheep is set on fire, it will only run for its life, or spin around stupidly. "Believe me, it's better that way, because it'll make it easier for you to spread the spice evenly." ”

Thanks to the narrow corridors and hard shields, they were given the opportunity to ramble and laugh in battle, and to make a battle that would have been so tragic that it was very likely to be attrition become as unhurried as it is now.

"What you need to do now is hurry up and light that damn torch for me, instead of talking about chickens and sheep and all that nonsense!" Barrett found himself happy a little early. These young people are really adaptable, and after a few battles, they have become somewhat accustomed to his yelling and scolding.

"Right away, right away. William's voice fell, "Hey, Gary, hurry up, didn't you hear our Nords getting angry again?"

"I'm doing this......" the goblin struggled to hammer the flint on the velvet.

I really should let those idiots in Bay of Pigs who are still calling me 'feeder' see, Lao Tzu has led so many strange teams this year, and has experienced many thrilling adventures, and now he is still basically maintaining zero deaths, I admire myself!

This year's me is indeed different from before, is it because of the [Mission Log]?

Just as the brute was secretly sighing, a hard hook claw was inserted through the gap between the two shields at a rather tricky angle, as if trying to hook the immaculate 'fake knight' and tear him out from behind the shield. However, this surprise hook was struck away by Barrett with the 'Tyrannical Touch' in time.

The new weapon's attack power is impressive, leaving crumbling pits and cobweb-like cracks in the monster's hard claws and heavy bony carapace.

Barrett believed that he only needed to attack the monster from the same position three times in its carapace to completely shatter it. However, this kind of hard-hitting attack is not an effective means of fighting at the moment.

There were many monsters lining up behind the corridor to rush over, and Barrett knew that they would not be able to wipe out the dreadclaws completely. Moreover, the combat is getting tougher and tougher, and these monsters are learning quite quickly, having previously been frantically and uselessly hitting the surface of their shields, and after dropping a few corpses, they are now looking for other opportunities to bypass their defenses.

"Hey, can anyone help me if they're free? This guy wants to snatch the shield my dad gave me!" Weimar called for backup.

Sharp arrows rang out, piercing the monster's neck. Blake's archery skills are very good, and he has saved him the most dreadclaws in the team, more than Barrett has killed.

Immediately afterward, the precise arrow flew towards a monster in front of Barritt, but was blocked by the latter's claws that covered his face. Barrett took advantage of the situation and stabbed his sword through the gap in his claws, killing the beast that had learned to block arrows.

The fourth or the fifth, he couldn't remember

At this moment, the soft white light in the corridor suddenly mixed with a little orange and red, and Barrett knew that it should be the velvet that had been successfully ignited. Immediately afterward, the orange-red light became more victorious, and a flaming torch was handed over by William.

The warm, blinding light source made the Dreadclaws subconsciously take a half step back, their compound eyes narrowed, and the strange sound of striking resounded as if the monsters were communicating something. After three heartbeats, the monsters rushed towards them more frantically than before.

Barrett put away the 'Tyrannical Touch', took the torch from William's hand, and immediately threw it at the oil that was slowly flowing not far in front of him.

The next moment, the scorching red flames 'boomed' and burned wildly, devouring all the monsters around the oil in an instant.

The sea of fire flowed across the sky, and the tentacles of the flames opened their teeth and claws like hideous, grabbing everything that could be burned in the corridor unscrupulously.

The ignited monsters spat out an unfamiliar chirp with their spiky beaks, a sound they had never made before in combat. The monsters raised their upper limbs in pain and ran frantically towards both sides of the road, as if trying to escape.

But after only two or three steps, they all fell hard. The heavy carapace crackled as the flames scorched, and the liquid inside the compound eyes began to boil under the transpiration of the flames, and then burst out.

The two closest monsters of Ribbarit and the others only had a small amount of flames on their bodies, and they still had enough strength. They frantically rushed in the direction of Barrett and the others, trying to get farther away from the raging flames.

Barrett used his shield to fend off a monster running at him, pushing it back to the fire with brute force, and kicking it into the flames. And the dreadclaw monster on Weimar's side was also easily eliminated with everyone's cooperation.

The surging flames made a breeze blow in the narrow corridor, and the scorching temperature steamed farther and farther, causing Barrett and the others to subconsciously take a few steps back. 'Flame is both the source of life and the means of death,' Barrett felt more and more the profound truth contained in this simple sentence.

"Phew, my hands are numb. Weimar removed his shield and rubbed his arm.

"Seriously, you don't smell a smell of barbecue. William stared at the flames in a daze.

"It's the smell of roast sheep, and I like sheep!" replied Weimar, turning his head, "sheep has many advantages. Like, it's nice to eat, and it's cute, and it bleats, and, um...... , it tastes good. Did I just say that?" he asked.

Barrett didn't pay attention to his companion's conversation, he saw through the orange-red flames that the monster on the other side still wouldn't leave. The two sides looked at each other across the raging sea of terror fire.

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