Buqiao quickly moved away from them, and the ball of light seemed farther and farther away, and the bright places became smaller and smaller in the field of vision. Not trying to figure out how to deal with their gravitational acceleration problem, based on the results of the previous visual results, they are absolutely dead.

The further down the floor, the less damage was done, and Rick saw countless statues of winged creatures half-hidden in the shadows, condescendingly watching him fall.

A spell that can't fly. Seren, using the knight's tricks, stuck the holy sword into the wall. But they fell almost down in the middle of the pit, too far from the wall, too heavy to be inserted, and the blade could not be stuck.

If the herbs were wrapped around, Xi Ke could still conjure up a few tricks, but the herb packs were taken by the pirates.

Rick felt the airflow and the sounds he heard begin to change, and it was almost the end. He cast a spell with both hands to create an elastic wall to envelop them, praying that it would protect them after Seren's futile slowdown.

But the strange wind reappeared, and the squeezing made Xike's wall collapse.

After endless swearing, Rick just wanted to know how the hell this strange wind came about, and he had to go to the guy after he became a ghost.

Rick closed his eyes and waited for the impact. At this time, he felt a warmth coming from behind his back. He felt some kind of delicately haired animal wrap around him. He could feel the flow of blood beneath the animal's skin, its body temperature higher than that of a human, and its soft bones.

Then he was gently placed on the ground.

When Rick opened his eyes, there was darkness all around. His hands and feet are haode, and he doesn't feel like his bones are broken. He called for a ball of light and saw himself sitting safely on the hard, solid stone floor.

Serian got down on one knee and faced the third person who fell together: the magic bait Chang'an Pater.

The bait Changan Pater sat on the ground with both calves on the ground and his knees together. The tips of the fingers touched each other, touching their chins. Blinking at Rick and Seren, who were at a loss.

Xi Ke knew at a glance that it was the magic bait Chang'an Paite who saved the two of them.

"Xiexie, you!" Rick bowed. He began to study his surroundings. Unlike the elaborate man-made structures above, this is a primitive cave. The uneven surface of the stone wall glowed with water, and there were also small currents of water that pooled on the ground and flowed into the darkness. Nick spun around, and he saw a lot of slimy flesh and broken bones scattered around, enemies that had fallen along with the floor earlier. It's not human. Large chunks of floor debris were stacked on top of each other, taking up almost all of the floor. The place where they sat was the only place around them that was debrisless. Elsewhere, the pieces of the floor were piled up two or three times higher than the Syck, as if there was something to keep those pieces from falling here.

Rick looked up, and the light was so faint that it was barely visible.

"Master Ampaert, can you fly?" asked Rick, turning back.

A yellowish shimmer illuminates the face of his benefactor, Ampat. His eyes were bright purple, and he felt that if he put away the ball of light, those eyes seemed to continue to glow in the dark. Benefactor Ampaert's face is very long, and there is not much flesh on the face, so the shape of the bones is obvious. He has a flat forehead and a flat nose with a pointed nose. His figure is also the same as the shape of his face, very slender. It was as if his whole body was elongated, his chest was narrow and his waist was thin, not quite like a man. The muscles of his upper body and arms are surprisingly developed, and he didn't even see him exercising. He doesn't look much like the Ethara, more like a greyhound turned into a human.

Benefactor Ampet's ears moved when he spoke. He frowned and said, "I can fly, but I can't fly in this situation. The beings who had just pulled us down were still hovering over them, so they couldn't fly. Listen, there is a rumor. 」

Hearing the sound of the wind, he felt a chill, "What is that? It's not ordinary wind, is it?"

Benefactor Ampaert crossed his chest with his hands on his chest, his ears slightly pricked up, as if listening to sounds. Three seconds later, he tilted his head, like a dog's habitual gesture of confusion: "Probably a primordial elf. I've heard from Lord Lopis. This is the form of an elf that is unique to the Norcaster realm. They are somewhat similar to our shijie elemental beings, but they are more self-aware and intelligent. They do not exist in the material world, but they have the ability to interfere with the material world. We can't physically contact them, but they can influence matter to affect us. Even the Norcasters have a hard time getting their hands on, and we can't touch them. 」

Rick listened to the whirring laughter coming and going, whatever it was, there must have been a large group.

"Shijie is really a hell of a bounty. Rick let out a breath and scratched at his hair.

"If you can't go up, you can only go deeper. Seren, who had just been climbing the rubble. There were two shards of floor nearly ten meters long, lying diagonally on other rocks. A nearly twenty-meter-long fragment of the floor lies on top of the two fragments, leaving a triangular space in the middle. Serene saw a tunnel deeper in there. The tunnel is about two meters wide, almost circular, with a slight breeze blowing out of it.

After searching for four weeks, they determined that this was the only way to go, and there was no choice. Three people lined up and climbed through the rubble into the tunnel.

Rick was the first, his benefactor Ampaert was in the middle, and Seren was behind.

After walking for a while, the cold wind gradually turned into a warm wind. Nick heard a rather faint rumbling sound like a stone rolling.

"What does it smell like?" Rick sniffed. He smelled something like a dog's mouth. He thought it was from his benefactor Ampaert, but the wind was blowing from him to Ampat, and the smell came from the depths of the tunnel. He walked on for a while, stopping abruptly and whispering, "Seren—this account will be on your head as well. 」

Benefactors Ampaert and Serian both leaned over and pressed against Rick's back to look forward. The tunnel has come to an end, and a large cavern is connected. It's five times bigger than the auction room. In the middle of the cavern is a creature with a snake-like body covered in aqua-blue scales, with a crocodile-like head, but with a thicker skull. The dorsal fin runs from the back of the head to the tip of the tail, and Zuihou pulls out a long stinger. It was curled up in a ball, its massive body almost filling the cavern.

Although Xi Ke didn't know much about Warcraft, he looked at its dull scales and loose skin, which made it feel like he was sick. The sound of the stone rolling was the sound of his breathing.

In many cultures, there is a saying that it is a "particularly powerful Juggernaut-level Warcraft". Sometimes those monsters have god-like status.

The name of the monster in front of you is pronounced "Salarith" in Norcast's standard language, "chirp" in Soni, and "Esper" in Ethero's standard language. When transliterating, these words routinely point to the same word: "dragon".

When two peoples with different languages and cultures meet, they sometimes have respect or fear for the strongest magical beast in each other's lives, and sometimes they can also see malicious intent or malicious intent that they think are good, and use the name of the strongest magical beast in their own language as the name of that strange and powerful life, which is the word "dragon".

This is a Norcaster dragon. Referred to as "Salaras" in the pristine habitat of Norcast, and translated as "Esper" in Ataro, Norcaster Shijie is the most powerful juggernaut-level magical beast.

The whole person was not as big as one of his scales.

"There's no turning back. Seren reminded Rick in a low voice.

Benefactor Ampaert had already set up a soundproof range for the first time, but Serian still instinctively lowered his voice: "We can't even beat the tooth sacrifice for him. Maybe he'll let us go because of that. If he was hungry, he would catch a chicken to eat, not pick up a grain of rice. 」

"There's three grains of rice here. Don't you think that in terms of cherishing food, not a grain of rice can be wasted?"

The aqua-blue Salaras muscles trembled, and the dorsal fin crackled. He shifted his head, changed his angle, let out a long breath and went back to sleep. As he moved, the cavern reverberated with a loud sound like a house being demolished. Rick saw that the mountain wall was covered with scratches, probably caused by its fins and scales. He doesn't know how long he's been living here, and he's scraped the walls of the cave like this.

"There's a small cave on the other side. Seren, pointing to the other end of the cavern, said, "It should be the exit." 」

"Where did you get the confidence, and if it's a dead end, aren't we going to walk around the dragon (Esper)?" said Syk in the standard language of Ethero. He pronounced "dragon" as the standard pronunciation of the Ethero language.

"That's not right. Syke, she's Sarathrath, not Esper. Benefactor Ann Petti said. All three of them spoke in the standard language of Ethero.

"What is Salaras?" Rick doesn't speak Norcaste.

"The dragon of Norcaster (Esper). 」

"Isn't that all the same?" Rick's brow, already tense at the dragon, was now furrowed even more by the question of the dragon's pronunciation and definition.

"It's different. Salaras and Esper are not the same species at all. Benefactor Ampaert said unusually insistently. Seriously so serious that the eyes really shine.

Rick was mentally prepared for the fact that his eyes would glow, and he was not too surprised. But he found it a little difficult to look directly into such a burning gaze, so he looked away slightly: "So, the dragon of Etharo (Esper) looks like a mammalian carnivore. Does that look like a reptilian crocodiform or a scaly order?"

"Is this a big difference?" asked Seren, raising her hand.

"It's like the difference between the species of a wolf and a snake. Rick replied. The wolf is a mammalian carnivore, the snake is a reptilian scale, in the phylum family genus and species of the genus and species, only the boundary and the phylum are the same, the class, order, family, genus, species are different, to say that they are the same species, it is far from the same.

"And Weishenme Salaras will turn into a dragon (Esper)?" Seren asked.

"Ask the person who came up with this translation, don't ask me. Rick pushed Seren's head a little farther away. Using his brain to think about the linguistics of Sarath and Esper calmed his mind down and allowed him to think about what to do next.

Benefactor Ampat's eyes were still shining, and he said, "Yes! Sarath is the source of fear, and Esper is a miracle! Esper is always troubled by being treated as the same species because of translation problems! and the "Tanas Ziva" of other countries is also translated into Esper, the kind of creature that lives in the mudflats and eats corpses—"

Xi Ke left his benefactor Ampaert alone, and he grabbed Seren and kept talking, almost reciting a Encyclopedia of Wanguolong Translations. Although Serian didn't understand well, he just nodded anyway.

Rick looked at the remaining space in the cave for Salarathron. Ignoring the possibility of Salarathron suddenly moving, the three of them used invisibility and mute, and if they controlled the airflow, they might be able to walk over without being detected.

Be sure to control the airflow. Juggernaut-level demonic beasts usually have very sharp senses, and their sense of smell is definitely very strong. They are now undetected because they are downwind. It was because they were downwind that Rick felt it was worth the risk. Where the wind blows, there may be an exit.

While they were thinking, Rick heard a very ominous, whirring laugh that approached from behind them.

The primordial elves!

Primordial elves can't see it, but they can blow strange winds into the cavern from behind them. Deliver the taste of the three straight to Sallath.

The earth near the nose of the Serrathsaur was sucked by its snort, and it rolled twice to it, and was blown away again. Its eyelids fluttered and fluttered, and then they opened suddenly, revealing round, black pupils.

The hoarse, slow voice like an old woman sounded directly in the minds of the three of them. It was a language they didn't know, but they knew the meaning and understood it. This is psychic communication, and it is a very high level of Warcraft ability.

It doesn't sound good: "I smell meat. 」

"We're called meat. I guess it's the prey. Serencipe pulled the Seals to the back and stood himself in front.

"That's not right, right. Speaking of meat, where is the high-quality and good food for you hard-erected knight? Of course, it's the meat floss mage standing in front of you. Xi Ke squeezed in front of Seren.

"Meat Loose doesn't even have a knife in his hand!

"How can a large demonic beast be dealt with with a sword? The mage who moves the turret is the best person to deal with the demonic beast, and the knight will take advantage of the coolness!" Rick roared, holding on to his place, refusing to move.

"You knight discrimination!" said Seren, "We're not just going to cut people and budgets!"

The benefactor Ann Paitt cleared his throat loudly and said, "I think both young men should obediently go to the back. 」

The two can only obey their fate.