"It's just ~ no matter how awesome it is, I still let Lao Tzu run ......!!!" Aragog's words agreed and stopped abruptly halfway, and the sentence just now was not what he said...

"Yes, yes, that's the number one fool in the world... The two are incomparable, and the stupidity is hopeless..."Roger smiled in response to the old spider's words, and reached out to touch the back of the furry spider beneath him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Aragog was startled, and his remaining seven legs bounced up and down, trying to throw him off his back.

Roger was dissatisfied and poked the old spider's back with his wand: "Hey, be steady... If your service attitude continues to be so bad, I don't guarantee that you won't add two handles to you. ”

The words made Aragog quiet a little, and he stood still, his abdomen contracting and heaving like a man's rapid gasp after a vigorous exercise.

"When did you get on my back?" it asked.

"Don't you know!?" Roger asked rhetorically, feigned surprise, and then apologized as if he hadn't meant to reveal the old spider's scars, "Oh, I'm sorry... I forgot that you were blind again..."

"F.uck.you! I'm not the !! I want to be blind," after being caught, Aragog couldn't keep his calm mind and scolded: "Also, what do you want TMD!!

Hearing this, Roger couldn't help but glance at the floating virtual panel again:

[Number of Sands of Time: 0]

"If you don't mention this, we can still talk a little more...", taking a deep breath, the boy rubbed the fluff of the old spider under him like petting a puppy, "But now... I still think it's better for you to die quickly. ”

As he spoke, Pandora in his hand aimed at Aragog's abdomen.

The back of the old spider where Roger sits, where the head and abdomen meet, is too close to the head, and he is afraid of splashing himself with pieces.

"Wait...!" Aragog hurriedly shouted.

"Don't beg for mercy, you... Growing up to be such a big man, crying and talking softly, will make me unable to do it. Roger unceremoniously poked the old spider in the back again.

“...... Really?" the old spider blurted out in disbelief.

"Of course it's fake~" Roger rolled his eyes and pulled the trigger on Aragog's large, gray-black abdomen.

First, there was a "poof" sound of cannonballs entering the flesh, followed by an earth-shattering explosion.

The yellow-green spider's body fluids flew everywhere, and the black internal organs and white silk sacs were also torn apart, like a balloon filled with water after being pinched and popped, and it was mercilessly covered in all directions.

Roger silently wiped off the viscera and plasma on his face, and made a mistake... Now it seems that it is better to have a broken head, at least the spider's head can't hold so many things...

Cleaning himself up with his wand, the boy jumped off the abdomen-free Aragog, and for the dying enemy, he didn't want to answer those dying questions, and it was only right for the enemy to die with doubts.

And it's quite easy for Roger to jump on the back of the old spider, after all, it's better to bully it for being blind...

Roger had been silently approaching Aragog as he cast the spell, and by the time the old spider decided not to bother with the annoying little spells, Roger had come very close to it.

By the time the old spider really stopped dodging and was bent on running, the distance between the two was only seven or eight meters, and it really overestimated its resistance to those small spells.

Aragog was too old, and the long dodge had caused it to wear down its stamina, not just the Exploding Spell. Offensive spells such as the Smash Charm took a toll on it, and even obstructive spells such as the Petrification Charm and the Imbarration Charm caused a noticeable slowdown in its movements.

The old spider's movements were really not 'difficult to react to' fast, but it was nervous at the time and didn't notice it in time.

Roger knew a lot about the ability of spiders to sense the sky, and he couldn't make sure that the bazooka would dodge Aragog if it was launched at this distance, but he still made a safer decision.

Turn Pandora back into a suitcase, then jump on top of the old spider.

Without the strong sense of crisis that the bazooka was pointing at, Roger drove in third gear under the cover of the little spider's corpse, and it didn't take a few steps to catch up.

The boy himself felt no more dangerous than the corpses that smashed at it, and of course, this meant when Roger wasn't attacking.

Everything was much easier to get up, and Roger didn't believe that Aragog could abandon its chest like he had abandoned his claws before...

Originally, spiders were typical solitary animals, but the eight-eyed giant spider was clearly different from ordinary spider relatives.

The socialized animal hordes usually have a leader (Aragog), and the wise old spiders know that they are at best a somewhat capable group in the Forbidden Forest.

Living in groups is not only conducive to predation or defense against natural predators, local warmth, but also conducive to finding more food resources and protecting the sphere of influence of their race.

This also made it easy for Roger to remove the Eight-Eyed Spider from the list of magical creatures that survived in the Forbidden Forest.

Looking at the panel again, the number of Sand of Time was still zero, and Roger couldn't tell if he was relieved or more nervous.

But no matter what, he won't stop doing what needs to be done.

Looking down and thinking about it, Roger took out the compass from Pandora, the next stop, the Centaur tribe!

He was very curious about the astrological divination of centaurs, if the prediction of this group of orcs was really so accurate, did he already know that their tribe was going to welcome an uninvited guest today?... Or would it be more appropriate to call it a catastrophe?

Orienting himself, Roger slowly walked along the edge of the hollow.

There were countless charred corpses in the considerable depression, and the few wisps of smoke that drifted upwards from each charred corpse were no worse than the billowing smoke, and the scorching smell emitted by those corpses was quite strong.

As he walked, he slipped the compass and wand back into his suitcase, and Roger wondered why he hadn't stuffed two changes of clothes into the suitcase?

Every time I fight, I burst my clothes, and the consumption rate of this kind of clothes is much faster than that of Lupin, at least Lupin can choose to take off his clothes before he transforms.