I noticed a vague and transparent figure floating past me---- in fact, this shadow seemed too fat to be ignored---- and I finally had a warm current in my heart, which was so cold that it was full of ice slag: after all, there were still people standing by my side in my moments of crisis, supporting me, covering me, helping me......

"Hold on, I'll help you when I'm done stealing them......" This impersonal sentence from the Yangtze River Delta was simply more damaging to me than the most ferocious big wooden stick of the Bigfoot Savage---- and made me continue to bleed.

A row of sticks fell, and more than 400 points of life filled my surroundings, making it difficult for me to breathe. I have escaped my anger, and I just feel that I am not living in this world.

I gritted my teeth and persevered, I don't know how long I held on---- anyway, I think this long time is enough for this habitual thief in the Yangtze River Delta to turn this group of long-haired natives inside out---- finally, I heard his voice whispering:

"Lead them up to the rock behind right, where I set a row of traps"

The orc lowered his voice and hissed like a pile of mud, but it sounded like a beautiful sound to me at the moment. This life-saving news came at the right time, and I suddenly felt that although this comrade in the Yangtze River Delta was a little greedy for money, he was really a rare good comrade in essence--- no, this habitual thief was simply a model of the moral character of the people of the mainland who defended the law.

Following the guidance of the Yangtze River Delta, I saw a huge rock behind me on the right, and the snow did not completely cover it. The rocks are gray and rough, and the surface shows a crack outside, like a path to climb.

I fought steadily, step by step, to lead the group of primitive people in front of me, who had no strategy at all, to this path to death. My retreat stirred the fighting spirit of the barbarians, whose eyes were red with the fervor of battle, and they were eager to smash me into flesh with a single blow of the barb. Little did they know that the road ahead of them lurked a danger even more ferocious than the most ferocious beast they had ever seen, and that the beast of death had opened its fangs. is waiting to devour them mercilessly......

......The contraction of the powerful metal spring burst out with a terrifying sound like a giant beast rubbing its hungry teeth, biting off its prey and cutting off their fragile vitality......

Strangely, why did my leg hurt so much all of a sudden?

As soon as I looked down, a rusty pair of pincers snapped together, two rows of sharp teeth already deep into the ......

…… On my lap?!

Thereupon. My life had suffered the greatest loss since I had climbed this hill to begin the battle, and six hundred lives poured mercilessly from my head, and I was instantly transformed into a fountain of blood---- and most hatefully, the heaviest blow was inflicted not on my enemies, but on my teammates.

Thankfully, I had just drunk a large vial of life-rejuvenating potion, which allowed me to be lucky enough to spare my life from the dangerous accidental injury of my own people.

"How did this end up buried here?" I almost want to take off this iron clip on my leg and put it around the neck of the Yangtze River Delta right now.

"It was meant to be there!" The Yangtze River Delta argued.

"Why didn't you remind me?" If anger had a temperature, I would have been burned to ashes by now.

"How do you remind you? It's full of traps, just so that none of them can escape. "The Yangtze River Delta shows its shape. Smirkedly pointed behind me.

I turned to look at it, and I couldn't help but gasp: this green-skinned madman who set the trap had planted all kinds of vicious traps on top of the whole rock like a big radish in a short period of time, and its density and variety were simply outrageous. However, I have to admit that his work was indeed fruitful, and the large group of squatters besieging my land were now suffering from the dense traps of this sorghum field. Many savages suffered from six or seven kinds of traps at the same time, fire, electric shocks, freezing, poisonous, sharp stabs, quick knives, tiger chairs, chili water, tied leather whips, and candles...... It's just a matter of everything. Died horribly. The two or three survivors who only managed to escape were already seriously injured and there was no threat.

While admiring the outstanding achievements of the Yangtze River Delta, I was thinking about another question:

"You...... Didn't you think about how to keep me from falling into your trap? "I heard my voice cold like a frozen river.

The Yangtze River Delta suddenly suppressed a smile and was slightly stunned: "What's this...... It doesn't seem to be ......."

Immediately, a tragic picture conjured up in my mind: if I stepped on the trap and didn't stop immediately, but continued to push forward, would ...... This fire, roasting, electric shock, freezing, poisonous, sharp stab, quick knife, tiger chair, chili water, tied leather whip, candles and other new things naturally made me savor them one by one, and I could bear it.

"You don't know that there are traps all around and leave this passage behind. So that I can pass safely? I grabbed the fat orc man by the neck---- his big belly was so big that I had to stretch my arms hard to barely do it--- shaking desperately. Asked through gritted teeth.

"I ...... I...... I was so anxious that I didn't think about these things...... But not ...... Ahem...... "He desperately waved his hands to me and begged for mercy. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, coughed breathlessly and said to me, "...... There is one thing...... Ahem...... I'll have to tell you soon, or else...... Ahem...... It's too late...... Ahem......"

"What's the matter, tell me quickly!" I said viciously.

"If you have a life potion, you'd better drink a bottle of ...... right now," he said as he used his "stealth" nasty skill and ran away, "...... The trap you stepped on was poisonous, and your life is still falling......"

As if to verify the correctness of his words, a miserable green character of "--7" appeared in my head very just in time.

Oh God. Please, give me a teammate I can count on, even if it's just one......

"Boom!" The roar of the blast rang out, resounding a symphony of death for the few Bigsquatch savages who survived. The elven beast tamer held the barrel of the gun with both hands, pressed the butt against his shoulder, closed his left eye, and looked forward intently with his right eye through the crosshair in front of the barrel. Her skin was fair and delicate, but at this moment, it seemed to reveal a layer of excitement from the killing. The cold wind and snow tossed her long black hair behind her, like a palpitating black wing. It's impossible not to think of the legends of those beautiful demons in the dark night who collect souls.

With the gentle stimulation of her delicate fingers, the thick muzzle of the gun erupted from time to time with brilliant firelight, adding a touch of warm color to the cold white mountains and rivers, like a flower of death whose petals were dyed red with blood.

Bigfoot Savages were killed by her point, and those seemingly strong, strong, ferocious, and tyrannical highland barbarians were completely vulnerable in front of this fair woman, their lives were as fragile as a freshly laid egg, in front of a musket that represented advanced technological civilization and killing methods. It only takes a slight knock and it will become fragmented.

Finally, I was freed from the difficult situation of being besieged and hunted by a group of unreasonable savages, and I had to face the danger of dying at all times. It was only then that I deeply felt that taking a few deep breaths calmly, sitting on the ground relaxed, chewing a few slices of "whole wheat field black bread" and waiting for my life to slowly recover, it was a precious and rare enjoyment in a person's life.

I turned all the gratitude in my heart into a fiery gaze. All of them were thrown at the gun-wielding woman who was proud of the wind and snow not far away, with long hair dancing. It is her existence that makes me feel that there is still a trace of light, a trace of warmth, and a trace of hope in the world I am in, so that I will not completely lose confidence in the terms of "companion" and "comrade-in-arms", which should have given all my trust, and make me feel that I am not fighting alone---- and at the same time, I must beware of poisonous hands from behind and poisonous traps from the ground under my feet......

"Boom!" The sassy long-haired elves quickly swept away almost all the remaining wildlings around us, and by the time the last wildling was left with about less than one-twentieth of its vitality. He finally felt the fear of death, twisted his body and pouted his big ass "quack" and fled backwards. Glancing at his bloated and ugly back. The wild goose array coldly blasted away, and two bright and brilliant characters immediately burst out above his head......

…… Blunder......

As if congratulating himself on his escape, the ugly fat creature let out a shrill giggle and twisted his ass as if he had deliberately, before staggering forward.

A trace of unwilling anger quickly enveloped the face of the wild goose array, and she shouted in a crisp voice: "Don't run, stop me!" Then he tried to take a step forward and chase after him.

As I said, above this snowy region, we outsiders are in great trouble with the snow. Unlike many other troubles in this world. This trouble doesn't seem to diminish or disappear just by meeting a beautiful woman. For example. As far as I've observed, the posture of beautiful women trying to move in the snow with their figure-eight feet stretched out and their thighs stretched out is just as difficult as that of us men. And her struggle to pull her legs out of the thick snowdrift like a turnip was equally unsightly.

Therefore, in the futile pursuit of the wild goose array, the Bigfoot savage, who was already on the edge of the musket's range, ran farther and farther, and soon completely escaped her attack range.

At this time, each of us could see that there was no point in continuing to chase the wild goose like this, and the farther she chased, the greater the gap between her and the target. But the problem is that many times, it is not easy to make a woman realize her mistakes; And more often, it is even more difficult for women to realize their mistakes, admit it, and then give up, or correct it.

So when Fei Yin yelled at her, "Wild goose formation, come back", our violent female gunman turned a deaf ear.

So when the Yangtze River Delta shouted, "You can't catch up with him", the elven animal trainer persevered.

String did not try to dissuade his lover---- in fact the hapless fellow had buried his head under the snowdrift and did not dare to look up for a long time, and if it weren't for his shaking and paralyzed thighs and ass every once in a while, I would have wondered if he had been dead for a long time.

As a team-oriented adventurer who cares about the life and death of my comrades, I still feel obliged to dissuade my teammates from doing such futile stupid things:

"Goose Formation, stop chasing, he'll be back......" I shouted---- of course, even my good sister and the president's concubine Yin couldn't call her back, and I didn't expect my words to have any effect on her.

And then a miracle happened: at my affectionate call, the geese immediately stopped, and then quickly turned around, and rushed back towards us with the same effort as before, which made me have to think about it while my vanity was greatly satisfied: alas, as a man, it is sometimes a troublesome thing to be too attractive, but there is no need for her to give me face like this, can't she......

After five seconds, I realized that I was so much more than that......

Behind the array of geese that were galloping wildly, no less than twenty enraged wild men galloped towards them with big feet, and in front of them was the lucky one who had been ravaged by Concubine Yin to the point of leaving only a little bit of vitality. In a sense, the Wild Goose Array had finally managed to catch up with her prey---- and now the distance between the two of them was enough for the range of a bullet.

Could it be that these fellows have heard my fervent call and been inspired to follow me? If that's the case---- I smiled wryly---- so the charm is so high, it's really not an ordinary trouble......

"Battle warriors, I've lured them over, hurry up, hurry up......" Our elven beast trainer, Miss, screamed at us out of breath---- mainly at my ----.

Our beautiful Miss Animal Trainer seems to have gotten two things wrong: first, the actions of "luring them here" and "being driven by them", although they seem to be very similar, are still very different subjectively; Second, in the face of this group of fierce barbarians, I don't have the right to take the initiative to attack, all I can do is to take a fat beating in front of me, and try to support not to be beaten to death by them, so in this sense, she shouldn't have asked me to "hurry up" at all, because from the beginning, I belonged to the ...... who was on the top

A thick wall of flesh pressed down on me again, sticks raining down on my body, and I crouched on the ground with my head in my hands, groaning in grief from my mouth. The body of the goose swept lightly past me, glanced sympathetically at me, the unfortunate bastard under the stick, and then hurried through his own backpack for something. After a few moments, she slapped her head and cried out in a voice of frustration that she was afraid I wouldn't hear: "Oops, I'm running out of armor-piercing bullets...... The wind swept and sent a terrible scream to the edge of the distant earth, which was the most painful and true soul cry in my heart:

Supreme God, you don't have to change my teammates anymore, you might as well replace me......