"Smack!"

The iron thorns on the leather whip drew a brilliant blood flower on the surface of the body, and the strong muscles and flesh split from the inside, rolling and rolling the bright red beating flesh to show a wound a foot long, but the tortured body immediately trembled and crawled up, kneeling on the ground again without saying a word, and the trembling back showed how frightened he was at the moment.

"Lost? A whole team of people, with four Harpy Witches and two evil eyes, this kind of lineup makes you follow one person and lose it? What use do I want you to have?"

Sephiroth's magnificent chest rose and fell slightly, and the two breastplates wrapped in thin copper could not suppress the surging spring color underneath, but her eyes were as cold as the thousand-year abyss at the moment, so that the dancing torches on the walls shrank to the extreme, curling in horror to exude a little dark glow of death.

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it, I beg the adults to give me another chance, and I'll find that person!" Lear's good friend Frodo knelt on the ground and kowtowed like garlic, as if the criss-crossing wounds on his back and the blood gushing out of his back were not his own, and he didn't even dare to explain a word, because he knew that this adult never looked at the result and didn't care about the process at all.

"Get out!"

Sephiroth whipped Frodo's face again, sending him flying upside down.

According to her usual temper, this person obviously couldn't live, but since the lord had sent her to monitor the situation on the surface of the earth, and now that she was short of manpower, she could only suppress her anger for the time being, but even then half of Frodo's face was already a bloody blur, and the white cheekbones were broken and barbed out of the wound, making him look like a demon crawling up from hell.

"Who the hell are you, what are you doing in Nigon?" said Sephiroth as he looked at the dark dome and muttered to himself as Frodo covered his face and crawled away.

Not to mention that Sephiroth was furious because Frodo had lost someone, and the situation Lear was facing now was really not too good.

In addition to the criss-crossing tunnels in the underground world, there are more bottomless abyssal cliffs, and the so-called roads are actually just rough passages carved out on the raised underground ridges, not to mention the official roads for the army and the transportation of supplies, and those roads that have been in disrepair for a long time are not exaggerated to say that they are sheep's intestines, and if you are not careful, you will be in danger of falling into the abyss.

Just now, after feeling the tail behind him, Lear flew directly over several abysses with flying thaumaturgy, and the sudden flight naturally stunned the tracking tail, but he himself accidentally broke into a place he shouldn't have entered-Medusa's lair.

Unlike the surface world, there is no such thing as an army in the depths of the underworld, and all tribes usually divide their lives according to their own territories, and when the lord or dragon queen summons them, they will fight for Nigon in the form of a mercenary, but not the entire population will join the army, even in wartime, each lair or tribe will leave enough troops to garrison.

After all, for the underground world that has not had a major war for hundreds of years, the greatest danger comes more from the same kind, and only when a situation arises that the tribe will fight bravely to kill the enemy, that is, when the territory is invaded, the minotaur tribe and the caveman tribe are especially brave in this regard.

The reason for this is that the minotaurs are all bloodthirsty and crazy monsters, and the cavemen, as the weakest creatures in the underworld, have to unite and rely on crowd tactics to teach their enemies a hard lesson.

But compared to the Minotaur tribe and the caveman tribe, the creatures of the underworld are more reluctant to strayed into the territory of Medusa and Harpy, and the reason is actually very simple, both tribes are mother clans, and the scarcity of males makes these two creatures obsessed with the co-oyster to a crazy level, and the males born in these two groups are the most sexually blessed and the saddest.

Sex-blessed because as soon as they reach adulthood, they are immediately three thousand beauties in the harem, and sad because the coming-of-age ceremony of the males of these two tribes is basically their death period one week, and it is also for this reason that all female outsiders who strayed into the territory of Medusa and Harpy will be frantically culled, but if it is a male, it will be killed even more frantically.

That's what Lear is facing.

More than two hundred Medusa opened more than four hundred pairs of eyes and Lear's gaze briefly collided in the air, and after determining Lear's male characteristics, the eyes of those monsters who were more than two meters tall and the body length of the snake tail were nearly five meters long.

I have to say that if you leave aside the disgusting snake tail and the snake letter that is revealed from time to time, the Medusa clan can almost beat the human women in terms of appearance, and the underground life that has not seen the sun all year round gives them delicate skin as white as snow, and the wavy snake hair on the head does have a unique style if you don't look carefully.

Especially the two waves on the chest are not blocked, but they are randomly covered by the long hair that falls, but a little spring light that is about to burst out of the ends of the hair from time to time can definitely make people breathless, coupled with Medusa's innate talent for seduction, it is no wonder that Lear once heard that some nobles with heavy tastes even kept Medusa in captivity in their castle for play.

It's just that in Lear's eyes, this kind of beauty and appreciation is only limited to the upper body, and if you look down, the huge snake tails that are colorful, thick or thin, coiled or stretched will definitely make a man of normal orientation completely uninterested.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I'm just lost and running around, you go on. Lear explained with a wry smile as he spread his palms and slowly retreated.

When he first entered, there was a heart-pounding moan coming from the depths of the cave, coupled with the kind of *** aura that permeated the entire lair, even a fool knew that Medusa was holding some kind of large mass meeting.

After seeing Lear's appearance clearly, several Medusa directly gave up their dying kind, and swam towards Lear with red letters and saliva in their mouths.

Fortunately, although these Medusas were unrestrained to the point of holding mass meetings to contact their fellow citizens, they were not fools, and after feeling the strange dark magic aura flowing from Lear's flattened palms, the palpitating feeling of danger temporarily suppressed the surging desire.

Lear stared closely at the group of medusas swimming slowly with his pace, carefully controlling his backward pace, not because he was afraid, but because he didn't want to get into trouble.

In fact, even if it was not difficult for him to slaughter all the Medusas in this entire lair, but once he did so, it would inevitably cause a huge riot, thus disrupting his plan to secretly explore the clues of the heart of the World Tree, and even directly triggering a direct conflict between the underground creatures and him, although he was not afraid of fighting, but he did not want to be entangled in the inevitable troubles.

After all, he didn't care about this matter, and when people held a mass meeting, he fell from the sky and destroyed the atmosphere of unity, friendship and harmony among others, and he himself would be angry.

However, he still underestimated how strong Medusa's instinct genes were, just like people who want to drink water when they are thirsty and eat when they are hungry, for Medusa, to live is to mate, especially after facing a human man who looks so good and is a scarce resource in the underground world, the instinct that is ready to move is like a volcano erupting.

As Lear retreated to the entrance of the cave and was about to step out of the dark, damp cavern, a gust of wind suddenly appeared above him.

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