On a night when the fog was faint, there was a sudden sound of water in the swamp where there was only the sound of frogs, and in the mist a few meters away, the eyes of the fire stared at Hao Song and Edward faintly.

Completely different from the gaze of a carnivore, the Ember Slave could hardly hide the hollowness of its divine light, even if there was a flame in his eyes. There was no emotion, no fluctuation, just a flame that seemed to come from hell. It seems to be telling the story that carnivores are just dying, and that the Ember Slaves are trying to take everything you have and end up in the company of them.

Hao Song's whole body trembled slightly at this moment, his throat shook, he swallowed his saliva, and his hands tightly grasped the "Blizzard" crossbow, at this time, only weapons can give people a little comfort and a sense of security.

At this moment, Hao Song heard Edward say in an excited tone, "Yo he! There's a food delivery here!" and then he jumped out of the pit, holding the sapper shovel in one hand, and looked at a large red light with an inscrutable amount on his face. Edward Mierro seemed to be a completely different person at this moment.

His upper body leaned forward slightly, his short wet blonde hair fell slightly like a lion's mane, and in the small amount of bangs was a pair of eyes that shimmered with a terrifying red light. There was an incomparable fervor and a deep anger in his eyes, like a bull seeing a red cloth trembling slightly. Edward immediately activated the state of mental effect euphoria.

In this state, Edward is like a true tyrant, and his motor functions and nervous reflexes are pushed to the limit of his consumption balance. In other words, as long as Edward's physical strength can keep up and his mental energy level is enough to consume, he can always maintain such a peak state.

There was no greeting, no warm-up, no hands-on, and the tyrant Edward Miero leaped into the ember slaves like a tiger pounced. The moment he rushed into the crowd, Edward sideways his general, avoiding two pairs of terrifying antlers, while slicing through the side of one of the Ember Slaves with a sapper shovel in his hand.

These South American swamp deer do not grow large antlers like stags during their lifetimes. The black, dimly glowing antlers of these deer embers were clearly made of metal from volcanic ash. They are like a nail rake, blowing a whirlwind of death with the swing of their heads. It is conceivable that after being pierced head-on, the victim will be torn apart like a rag doll as its head swings.

Their fur is very dull, and it is difficult to reflect a trace of luster, and like the antlers, it is difficult to judge the position and trajectory by sight in the dark night. To outsiders, Edward looked like he was fighting in the same black fog.

Hao Song saw that the ember slave on the tree was not the zombie he imagined, at most he could see a little outline in the black fog, his mood was a little stable, and he observed the situation for a while. Seeing Edward shuttling through the herd, it was obvious that there would be no danger in the short term.

So this goods picked up "Blizzard" and planned to fight black guns. At this time, the big tree he was in shook violently, and he was caught off guard, his body trembled slightly, and he just wanted to turn around and hug the trunk of the tree in shock, and there was a huge earthquake.

The second jolt caused the unsteady coward to roll sideways, and he struggled to keep his balance on the trunk. So the cowardly was going to take a horse step, and then there was a kind of stupidity, and the feeling of force of the left foot hooking the right foot came, and the sense of absurdity in his heart flashed. This inexplicable feeling is like the failure of 007's sister, Obama announced his conversion to Islam, and Brother Chun suddenly had a chest.

Then he planted it diagonally from the tree. In the nearly second of falling time in the air, Hao Song thought a lot.

First of all, he spent 0.3 seconds complaining:! If the shoelaces tied together are loosened, it will be death! Is this the rhythm of hitting the ground with the face first? Hey, and it is still slapped horizontally on the water! It is said that he may be injured or even half of his body? Can he be a happy husband and wife with Su Rui's sister paper, and both of them will hold up the corpse? Huh? How could I think of Su Rui? Is this to forcibly brush the sense of existence for the heroine? Hey, does the author have cucumbers?

Then he spent 0.3 seconds adjusting his position into the water, 0.1 seconds scanning the two deer embers who let him fall into the water, and finally 0.2 seconds thinking about how to deal with the impending crisis after entering the water. In the end, he complained about the mind cultivator's thinking speed again, and it was enough for him to vomit at the end, and he was really drunk

In Edward's opinion, the two deer ember slaves hitting the tree would only make Hao Song unable to help himself for a while, and even if the two guys persistently knocked down the tree, it would take a few minutes, which was enough time for him to cut down most of the ember slaves. As a result, what made him want to scold his mother was that Hao Song was like a stupid penguin dancing a waltz in the vibration, and he was actually shaken off the tree!

This made Edward inevitably start to be distracted and take care of Hao Song, just like a killer who was originally free to advance and retreat in the enemy formation, and suddenly became a bodyguard in the hands of a large group of bandits.

At this time, he saw Hao Song stretching out his hands and inserting them into the water. Then the whole person slides into the water like an oblique surfboard along the angle of the arm. The moment he entered the water, he quickly opened his arms in front of him, and a gentle resistance came down his arms, which immediately slowed down his entry into the water, so the goods just gently planted themselves in the mud of the swamp.

This set of movements is stretched and timely, and it looks very graceful and smooth, no worse than those divers. The only problem is that this thing is planted in the face

If Hao Song's previous drinking of untreated condensate was the taste of inferior formalin, then this time it is basically equivalent to planting his face directly into the septic tank. Among the 100 million people, I don't know if there will be such a person who has experienced such a fucking thing.

But Hao Song didn't have time to complain at all, he quickly got up and stretched out his arm, took off the sapper shovel from his side, and wiped a handful of mud on his face by the way. The cowardly with the sapper shovel was like not seeing the swarming ember slaves, but gritted his teeth and sliced the sapper shovel between his legs

Edward Miero was stunned from 5 meters away, the two trembled, the testicles were cold, and he subconsciously exclaimed: "What?

Don't get me wrong, the cowardice naturally didn't suddenly want to go to the palace, and then start using the Sunflower Treasure Book, and then beat the invincible opponents all over the world to achieve a generation of eunuch kings. If you want to write like that, it is estimated that the author will also be a eunuch

"Dong, your second uncle! Lao Tzu cut the shoelaces!" Hao Song scolded angrily. Then the coax who had severed the laces of his shoelaces leaped sideways with all his might, thrust his shovel into the mud and pulled it violently, dodging the three onrushing Ember Slaves at great speed, the most recent of which even scratched his backpack.

Then he rolled twice to unload the momentum, and half-crouched to pull out the "Desert Death" still wrapped in plastic wrap. The guns were raised in both hands, and after a deafening loud bang, a deer ember slave was directly exploded at a distance of less than a meter.

The half-coagulated blood and some minced flesh with volcanic ash splashed on Hao Song's arms and face, but this time the coward's expression didn't seem to change except for his pale face. Even the pale complexion can be thought to be the cause of a temporary decrease in blood flow to the head after strenuous exercise.

At this time, Edward chopped another ember slave and leaned over, and the coward, who was originally motionless, suddenly subconsciously moved the muzzle of the gun towards Edward. It's just that how could the tyrant be so easily pointed at the gun, he leaned over and blocked Hao Song's wrist with his arm, and said loudly: "It's me!"

Only then did he realize that he had almost overreacted and broke Edward, and turned around and shot another Ember slave. The two immediately covered each other back to back, and Hao Song was wary of the ember slaves around him while changing the magazine, and apologized repeatedly.

Edward waved his hand and said, "It's always like this in the first battle, and you're actually doing a good job." At the same time, he looked around vigilantly at the ember slaves who surrounded him.

At this time, the cowardly goods put on three "Death's Wild Laughter", and said seriously: "Remove your three lumps, and my two lumps, and thirteen lumps." ”

"Your counting words are terrible! Although the composition of these things is like a lump of soaring. Edward grumbled as he turned sideways to make a prep to hit a golf ball.

Then he swung the sapper shovel at a speed that almost cut off the frame of the front and back vision, and slammed into somewhere underwater. While stirring up a two-story tall splash, I saw a swamp rabbit ember slave sneaking in, deformed by the huge force carried by the shovel, and his eyes burst out, and then flew into the night sky like a large golf ball, and disappeared.

"Also, you seem to be undercounting!" Edward said with a proud, or rather triumphant, glance at Hao Song. This hand seemed to make the surrounding ember slave group hesitate a little, and they did not immediately attack.

"Senior, who taught you math? Try counting it?" Hao Song's tone was puzzled, it was almost impossible to make a mistake in counting mind cultivators. So he looked around again, and then said solemnly, "It's the piece you cut over at the beginning that has recovered!"

At this time, Edward also saw the side of one of the ember slaves, which seemed to have a trace covered in black volcanic ash, and nodded, "I see, I didn't have time to break this lump." ”

The two of them maintained a confrontation with the thirteen ember slaves who were faintly shrouded in black mist. As time passed, what made the two of them a little puzzled was that these guys didn't seem to plan to fight hard right away, but just kept a distance of two to three meters and surrounded them.

Thinking of his inference, his heart tightened, and he immediately asked, "How many ordinary ember slaves are dispatched at one time?"

Edward thought for a moment and said, "If it was a big riot like last month, it would naturally be all out of the ordinary. And small actions like this one, presumably the Ember Slaves need to kill some other animals to ensure the number of Ember Slaves. Usually a few hundred will be dispatched. ”

"There are so many slots? This kind of behavior of catching strong men should have a cycle, right? Is it the right time now?" Although he had reached a seemingly reliable conclusion, Hao Song still judged from the principal's task that this matter should not be so simple.

Sure enough, Edward frowned and thought for a while, and said, "It's really a bit wrong to say that the time is really wrong, and it seems that it hasn't been long since the last Ember Hunt." ”

"Anyway, they think it's advantageous to delay time! these inferior specimens!" Hao Song said fiercely, and suddenly opened fire, bursting an ember slave two meters away, the dark red blood and minced flesh were like a blooming rose, bursting with the beauty of death!

Edward glanced at the goods with admiration, and with the hearty laughter and the red light in his eyes, the muscles of his whole body bulged slightly, and he entered a state of rage!

"Hey, big brother, don't run, take good care of my chrysanthemum!"

"Edward is like a nuclear bomb, it only needs the stimulation of a neutron to explode!, and then you can't control him!" - Grecius S. Hao