Chapter 387: Nine Deaths and One Life (2)

"me dead. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Modo roared hard.

The green tendons in his hands bulged out fiercely because they were too hard, like thick earthworms, and then he threw the shield he held tightly forward.

Sixty paces or so in front of him, a team of zerg patrols was already blocking there, making a defensive gesture, knowing that as long as they blocked the crazy goblin in front of them for even a few breaths, the nearest flying bug squad would be in place.

And this will also be the moment when the goblins who dare to trespass into the forbidden area will be completely destroyed.

It's just that they miscalculated a little, and the power carried by the large tower shield that swirled over them was unimaginable, although when they heard the terrible sound of breaking the air, they subconsciously stepped into the fungus blanket with their legs together, ready to be hard-connected.

It's just that their actions are just a ridiculous joke under the brute force of the little dwarf, and they fly high like irresistible pins in front of a bowling ball smashed at high speed, and suddenly block the battle line directly in front of Modo, and they are savagely torn open a big gap.

Before the insects on either side were not attacked, the gap was blocked again, and Modo's figure had already rushed to the gap, and then before the battle line was closed, he successfully rushed through, and then two new shields appeared in his hands.

At this time, Lord Modo was facing a good news and a bad news.

The good news was that he had already broken through several lines of defense in succession, and had managed to advance the distance to less than two miles or so, and the price he had paid was only a few shields wasted.

The bad news is that in the next two miles, the Zermen's defense line will become thicker and thicker, and it will be impossible to smash the Zermen's defense line by throwing shields.

However, since he couldn't smash it open, he slammed it hard, and Modo protected his body with two tower shields and crashed into the next line of defense.

The long-range attack of the wormmen finally struck, and the two-winged or four-winged wormmen turned around at a low altitude and charged at the little gnome, revealing their rounded hind hips, and in that indescribable position, half of the sharp spikes were revealed.

"Xiuxiu~" The fifty-person aerial insect team shot a salvo neatly, and the amazing thing is that it actually carried the Katyusha rocket launch, the same ecstasy sound, which made the charging master Moduo's face tremble a little.

The speed of the sharp spikes was far faster than that of a weapon such as a crossbow, and in his eagerness, Modo could only block the shield in his left hand, and then the sound of rain hitting plantains sounded, and none of the fifty spikes missed, all of them hit Modo's tower shield.

The alloy tower shield in Modo's hand was a steel base, specially produced for him, and the things that his lord wanted to use, the craftsmen naturally spared no expense, and added a large amount of rare materials such as pure gold.

Both the hardness and toughness are excellent, even if the Roland Empire's strong crossbow is paired with armor-piercing arrows to shoot at close range, it is impossible to shoot through these alloy tower shields.

But under the spikes of these unknown materials, they all broke through the arc-shaped shield without exception, piercing a finger-long thorn tip, and at the same time, the force attached to them was not weak, and the fifty consecutive impacts made Modo's left hand actually a little numb for a short time.

The flying insect men who shot a spike were noticeably weaker, but they still pointed their rounded hips at Modo, their turquoise faces flushed, and then another spiked head was gradually revealed, and the show grew longer and longer.

"Damn! I still want to make a shot," Modo exclaimed, where could he allow these insects to shoot again, and hurriedly threw out the tower shield in his hand again.

The two tower shields that came out of their hands unexpectedly smashed the low-altitude flying insect man into chaos, and they could no longer shoot extremely powerful shots in a short time.

However, this also left Mo Duo, who had already rushed to the front of the defense line, empty, and before he could continue to pull out a new shield, those ground insects who were overjoyed to see this danced a pair of upper limbs into an afterimage, and as long as Mo Duo dared to collide with it, they could cut it into pieces.

But even if Modo could stop the momentum of the charge in time, it would only be the time for him to live, prolonging the dozens of breaths that would not be much.

At this juncture of crisis, Mo Duo obtained from the Mermaid Widow Village, and the eight-step method of chasing the cicada made another contribution.

In the unbelievable eyes of the insects, he was like a slippery loach, squeezing into the defense line, a very small gap.

Then he flashed left and right in the defensive line, but in the blink of an eye, he came out of this seven- or eight-layer thick defensive line, leaving a distant back to the scrambled insects behind him.

There were also two thin blood stains on the ground, and it was obvious that Modo seemed to be extremely coquettish and passed through the formation, and it was not without paying any price, these two wounds on the shoulder and chest respectively, although not fatal, were really not easy.

"These disgusting insects are especially poisonous to their upper limbs, and they are not afraid to poison themselves to death when eating!"

The wound was only two or three centimeters into the flesh, and it was not a vital place, it just bled non-stop; if it were normal, Mo Duo could completely control the wound to close with internal qi, so that the wound would no longer bleed.

It's just that these insect people are too unsophisticated, the unknown poison on the upper limbs is amazingly powerful, with the powerful toxin resistance of Master Modo now, the wound near the wound is still blue and gray, numb and unconscious.

The innate qi in his body ran past, and it was not without any effect, but at this fateful time, how could he have so much time to slowly force the poison and clean up the wounds.

The little dwarf Master Modo simply felt a horizontal in his heart, ignoring these two wounds, which could not be fatal for a while, he frantically injected all his internal qi into his legs, and unfolded the eight-step method with all his strength.

One defense line after another was penetrated by Modo, at the beginning there was only a thin defense line of 100 meters, and by the last mile away, there was only a dense defense line of about 30 meters.

In line with the mentality of hiding if he can, and resisting if he can't dodge, Modo is moving forward quickly, and the wounds on his body are also increasing rapidly; when he was injured at first, he was still thinking about how to deal with it, but when he was covered with wounds later, he didn't care so much......