Feeling the trembling of the earth, Alger's heart tightened, glanced at Germansparo, and replaced words with actions.
The wind roared around him, helping him run to the side more easily and quickly.
The reason why Alger did this directly was because he was worried that Germansparo suddenly became crazy and decided to hunt the terrifying creatures hidden in the dark cave. In that way, even if he could win in the end, it would definitely be extremely unfavorable for his subsequent exploration.
As an experienced sailor, he knew that decisive actions were inducible and contagious, and could allow peers who had not yet made decisions to subconsciously follow or imitate.
Seeing this, Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gave up the discussion of politeness, took a step forward, and ran to the back of the Hanging Man.
Then he felt the strong wind blowing from behind his feet, pushing him and holding him forward, which significantly reduced the gravity he needed to defeat and gained extra power, and his speed increased by more than twice in an instant!
In the howling sound, Klein and Alger ran out of the sparsely-treated area and walked around the dark side.
At this moment, the two of them suddenly slowed down, not as if they were doing intense exercise. Instead, they were in a state of being sunbathed in the afternoon and about to fall asleep.
Klein then felt his body chilling, and an indescribable gloom appeared inexplicably, and he was immersed in strands.
At the same time, he saw the light of Alger's lantern being covered inch by the huge black shadow rising behind him, and a corresponding scene naturally emerged in his mind:
A giant snake that a single person could not hug appeared in the dark cave. The giant snake had huge scales of dark green and black and exaggerated eyes like burning flames.
Between the gaps of its scales, white feathers covered with light butter stains grew, and there were even a pair of thick wings that could be expanded behind it.
The giant snake half crawled and half enclave, raised its body, wrapped around a tall and thick tree, spitting out a pitch-black snake core, and stared at the two figures who had previously entered the nearby area.
Around it, the trees were withering rapidly, all the weeds were withering, countless corpses emerged from the soil, and invisible shadows surrounded them.
Feather snake!
This is a feather snake!
In the Southern Continent, it is a symbol of sacredness and a badge pattern for the Eggs family descended from the god of death!
Klein and Alger did not pause, endured the coldness of their bodies and the slowing of their heartbeat, and with the help of a more intense wind, they rushed into the depths of the Black Forest, away from the sparsely-treated area.
thump!thump!thump!The two of them gradually returned to normal, and the coldness on their bodies was dispelled bit by bit by bit by bit by the heat emitted from intense exercise.
Klein's spiritual intuition told him that the danger just now had passed, so he slowed down, turned his head back, glanced at the dark and deep distance, and said calmly:
A feathered snake of a demigod level.
Demigod level... Alger also slowed down and the blood vessels on his forehead jumped slightly.
He paused for two seconds, then breathed lightly:
Don't worry too much, the extraordinary creatures here are very territorial. Unless they want to hunt, they will not enter other areas, especially near the mountains. The feathered snake should not chase after them.
Klein nodded slightly and said:
The extraordinary creatures here are very powerful.
Alger withdrew his gaze and shook his head and responded:
No, there are many weak ones too.
I have been here at night before, but I only found traces left by the extraordinary creatures of the demigod level. I have never really encountered them. This is the first time I have encountered them head-on.
This kind of thing depends mainly on luck, and the probability of it happening again will not be too high.
As a navigator, computing is an essential ability.
Are you looking down on the king of yellow and black who is the one who takes good luck?Klein laughed at himself in his heart and said without any expression:
Absolute judgments often lead to opposite results.
The meaning of this sentence is translated into the earth term:
Don't set up a FLAG!
In fact, if it weren't for the demigod-level feather snake just now, but its kind in Sequence 5, Klein would be happy to bully the other party. After all, with the Azker copper whistle in his hand, the extraordinary creatures in the Necrotic Realm would directly lose at least half of their combat power.
As for encountering a demigod-level extraordinary creature, he was not too frightened because the Hangman once asked this issue, and he was also prepared accordingly. The combination of the stolen talisman, the three-page demigod-level extraordinary ability of Lemano Travel Notes, "Grossell's Travels" and travel abilities may not necessarily allow him to fight the demigod, but it is enough to help him create an opportunity to escape.
As long as you don’t meet an angel who also belongs to the realm of the demigod... Krain silently added in his heart.
Hearing German Sparrow's words, Alger was a little surprised, because the crazy adventurer's meaning was obviously to make him more cautious and cautious.
A calm and crazy guy?Yes, if he was just madness, he would definitely not be able to survive now... Alger looked up at the sky, trying to distinguish the blurry stars through the deposited fog.
After two minutes, he withdrew his gaze and pointed in one direction:
Go here.
Klein had already pulled out the iron black death knives revolver, and at this time the muzzle was naturally drooping, and followed Alger in silence, with a cold expression, calm and calm, without panic.
After walking through the dark forest with extremely dim light for a while, Alger suddenly stopped, looked to the left, and said in a deep voice:
If you walk a little further, there will be a psychedelic wind chime tree, and I want to try to deal with it myself first.
The second extraordinary creature I encountered later will be solved by you, and I will not participate.
Unless you can't deal with it alone... Alger swallowed the second half of his words back into his stomach.
He is not the hunters he often meets at sea. He will not always be unable to control his mouth and habitually say some words that make others angry.
Justice The mother of the extraordinary materials needed by Miss... The Hanged Man. Mr. has a lot of adventure experience. He knows that sometimes honesty is more useful than concealment, and communication is more effective than calculating the underworld... Klein maintained the character of German Sparrow, and nodded with a bit of politeness in his coldness and politeness:
good.
If you can't deal with it, it's best to ask for help on your own initiative, otherwise I'll act like you're still persevering.
The style of the crazy adventurer seems to be different from that of the Hunters, but in some ways it is surprisingly consistent... Alger took a breath and continued on with the lantern.
As they walked, they heard the faint sound of wind chimes, and suddenly they felt like they were relaxing physically and mentally when they returned home.
Klein keenly sensed that his vigilance and alert was melting irreversibly. No matter how he emphasized or repeated it in his mind, he could no longer tighten his whole body.
At this moment, he even wanted to lean towards the place where the wind chime sound came from, believing that there were things he cherished and was very close to.
Because the distance was still far, the wind chimes sounded for a while, and Klein barely controlled himself and looked at Mr. Hanging Man.
Alger no longer had the calmness he should have. His rough face turned red in his eyes. I don’t know what he remembered and what emotional state he entered.
I don't know what it would be like when the Hanged Man is really crying... that must be very scary... Klein couldn't help thinking.
At this time, Alger spoke in a hoarse voice:
Leave it to me next.
As soon as he finished speaking, he put down the lantern and slightly turned the evil ring on his left thumb, making the spike-like bulge stained with old blood more vivid.
This is his magical object, Spiritual Whip, the side effect is that he is always in a state of headache when wearing it, and he wishes he could use his head to hit the wall.
However, at this moment, this strong headache experience allowed Alger to maintain basic awakening in the sound of the wind chime and not be truly hypnotized by the other party.
Sometimes, side effects may not necessarily help the holder...Arjie took out a wooden box from the hidden bag of clothes and opened it with a snap.
There is a gray mouse inside!
Hanging Man. Mr. wants to use a mouse as bait to attract the attention of walking on the psychedelic wind chime tree and then take the opportunity to attack the other party?
Not bad, it was well prepared, and there were detailed plans in advance... As an experienced adventurer, Klein vaguely grasped the idea of "The Hanging Man".
Alger mentioned the mouse and shook it for a moment, and his expression suddenly became a little weird.
The gray mouse no longer moved.I have lost my breathing and body temperature and can no longer bear the responsibility for bait!
During the encounter with the demigod-level feathered snake just now, although Alger was on the verge of the other party's gaze and quickly left, the impact was not too great and he recovered easily, the gray mouse he carried with him was just an ordinary species, with less vitality and physical strength. If he was affected by a little, he would be unable to survive and could not hold on the spot and became a corpse.
Dead... Dead... Hanged Man. The gentleman should now understand a truth. The plan often does not change quickly... His luck is really not very good... Seeing this scene, Klein's mouth moved slightly, and he wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh out loud, for fear of losing his character.
Similar situations are rare in the inverted hanging people who are experienced and meticulous in their work.
Alger quickly restrained his expression and walked forward with the dead gray mouse, while Klein bent down and reached out, picked up the lantern, and followed him slowly.
The sound of the wind chime is becoming clearer and clearer, making people feel quieter and want to run directly over.
After walking a few more steps, Klein finally saw the strange tree.
On its brown-green torso, there are slender cracks after thin ones, each crack is dark and deep, as if it has different eyes.
On the stretched branches, there were iron-gray things like wind chimes hanging. They would shake themselves and make a pleasant sound. The branch closest to the torso and in the center of the top is a fist-sized, colorless, translucent fruit that bears.
Alger looked there, pressed his Adam's apple, and said to Germansparo in a deep voice:
You'd better block your ears and restrain your spirituality.
The wind roared around him, helping him run to the side more easily and quickly.
The reason why Alger did this directly was because he was worried that Germansparo suddenly became crazy and decided to hunt the terrifying creatures hidden in the dark cave. In that way, even if he could win in the end, it would definitely be extremely unfavorable for his subsequent exploration.
As an experienced sailor, he knew that decisive actions were inducible and contagious, and could allow peers who had not yet made decisions to subconsciously follow or imitate.
Seeing this, Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gave up the discussion of politeness, took a step forward, and ran to the back of the Hanging Man.
Then he felt the strong wind blowing from behind his feet, pushing him and holding him forward, which significantly reduced the gravity he needed to defeat and gained extra power, and his speed increased by more than twice in an instant!
In the howling sound, Klein and Alger ran out of the sparsely-treated area and walked around the dark side.
At this moment, the two of them suddenly slowed down, not as if they were doing intense exercise. Instead, they were in a state of being sunbathed in the afternoon and about to fall asleep.
Klein then felt his body chilling, and an indescribable gloom appeared inexplicably, and he was immersed in strands.
At the same time, he saw the light of Alger's lantern being covered inch by the huge black shadow rising behind him, and a corresponding scene naturally emerged in his mind:
A giant snake that a single person could not hug appeared in the dark cave. The giant snake had huge scales of dark green and black and exaggerated eyes like burning flames.
Between the gaps of its scales, white feathers covered with light butter stains grew, and there were even a pair of thick wings that could be expanded behind it.
The giant snake half crawled and half enclave, raised its body, wrapped around a tall and thick tree, spitting out a pitch-black snake core, and stared at the two figures who had previously entered the nearby area.
Around it, the trees were withering rapidly, all the weeds were withering, countless corpses emerged from the soil, and invisible shadows surrounded them.
Feather snake!
This is a feather snake!
In the Southern Continent, it is a symbol of sacredness and a badge pattern for the Eggs family descended from the god of death!
Klein and Alger did not pause, endured the coldness of their bodies and the slowing of their heartbeat, and with the help of a more intense wind, they rushed into the depths of the Black Forest, away from the sparsely-treated area.
thump!thump!thump!The two of them gradually returned to normal, and the coldness on their bodies was dispelled bit by bit by bit by bit by the heat emitted from intense exercise.
Klein's spiritual intuition told him that the danger just now had passed, so he slowed down, turned his head back, glanced at the dark and deep distance, and said calmly:
A feathered snake of a demigod level.
Demigod level... Alger also slowed down and the blood vessels on his forehead jumped slightly.
He paused for two seconds, then breathed lightly:
Don't worry too much, the extraordinary creatures here are very territorial. Unless they want to hunt, they will not enter other areas, especially near the mountains. The feathered snake should not chase after them.
Klein nodded slightly and said:
The extraordinary creatures here are very powerful.
Alger withdrew his gaze and shook his head and responded:
No, there are many weak ones too.
I have been here at night before, but I only found traces left by the extraordinary creatures of the demigod level. I have never really encountered them. This is the first time I have encountered them head-on.
This kind of thing depends mainly on luck, and the probability of it happening again will not be too high.
As a navigator, computing is an essential ability.
Are you looking down on the king of yellow and black who is the one who takes good luck?Klein laughed at himself in his heart and said without any expression:
Absolute judgments often lead to opposite results.
The meaning of this sentence is translated into the earth term:
Don't set up a FLAG!
In fact, if it weren't for the demigod-level feather snake just now, but its kind in Sequence 5, Klein would be happy to bully the other party. After all, with the Azker copper whistle in his hand, the extraordinary creatures in the Necrotic Realm would directly lose at least half of their combat power.
As for encountering a demigod-level extraordinary creature, he was not too frightened because the Hangman once asked this issue, and he was also prepared accordingly. The combination of the stolen talisman, the three-page demigod-level extraordinary ability of Lemano Travel Notes, "Grossell's Travels" and travel abilities may not necessarily allow him to fight the demigod, but it is enough to help him create an opportunity to escape.
As long as you don’t meet an angel who also belongs to the realm of the demigod... Krain silently added in his heart.
Hearing German Sparrow's words, Alger was a little surprised, because the crazy adventurer's meaning was obviously to make him more cautious and cautious.
A calm and crazy guy?Yes, if he was just madness, he would definitely not be able to survive now... Alger looked up at the sky, trying to distinguish the blurry stars through the deposited fog.
After two minutes, he withdrew his gaze and pointed in one direction:
Go here.
Klein had already pulled out the iron black death knives revolver, and at this time the muzzle was naturally drooping, and followed Alger in silence, with a cold expression, calm and calm, without panic.
After walking through the dark forest with extremely dim light for a while, Alger suddenly stopped, looked to the left, and said in a deep voice:
If you walk a little further, there will be a psychedelic wind chime tree, and I want to try to deal with it myself first.
The second extraordinary creature I encountered later will be solved by you, and I will not participate.
Unless you can't deal with it alone... Alger swallowed the second half of his words back into his stomach.
He is not the hunters he often meets at sea. He will not always be unable to control his mouth and habitually say some words that make others angry.
Justice The mother of the extraordinary materials needed by Miss... The Hanged Man. Mr. has a lot of adventure experience. He knows that sometimes honesty is more useful than concealment, and communication is more effective than calculating the underworld... Klein maintained the character of German Sparrow, and nodded with a bit of politeness in his coldness and politeness:
good.
If you can't deal with it, it's best to ask for help on your own initiative, otherwise I'll act like you're still persevering.
The style of the crazy adventurer seems to be different from that of the Hunters, but in some ways it is surprisingly consistent... Alger took a breath and continued on with the lantern.
As they walked, they heard the faint sound of wind chimes, and suddenly they felt like they were relaxing physically and mentally when they returned home.
Klein keenly sensed that his vigilance and alert was melting irreversibly. No matter how he emphasized or repeated it in his mind, he could no longer tighten his whole body.
At this moment, he even wanted to lean towards the place where the wind chime sound came from, believing that there were things he cherished and was very close to.
Because the distance was still far, the wind chimes sounded for a while, and Klein barely controlled himself and looked at Mr. Hanging Man.
Alger no longer had the calmness he should have. His rough face turned red in his eyes. I don’t know what he remembered and what emotional state he entered.
I don't know what it would be like when the Hanged Man is really crying... that must be very scary... Klein couldn't help thinking.
At this time, Alger spoke in a hoarse voice:
Leave it to me next.
As soon as he finished speaking, he put down the lantern and slightly turned the evil ring on his left thumb, making the spike-like bulge stained with old blood more vivid.
This is his magical object, Spiritual Whip, the side effect is that he is always in a state of headache when wearing it, and he wishes he could use his head to hit the wall.
However, at this moment, this strong headache experience allowed Alger to maintain basic awakening in the sound of the wind chime and not be truly hypnotized by the other party.
Sometimes, side effects may not necessarily help the holder...Arjie took out a wooden box from the hidden bag of clothes and opened it with a snap.
There is a gray mouse inside!
Hanging Man. Mr. wants to use a mouse as bait to attract the attention of walking on the psychedelic wind chime tree and then take the opportunity to attack the other party?
Not bad, it was well prepared, and there were detailed plans in advance... As an experienced adventurer, Klein vaguely grasped the idea of "The Hanging Man".
Alger mentioned the mouse and shook it for a moment, and his expression suddenly became a little weird.
The gray mouse no longer moved.I have lost my breathing and body temperature and can no longer bear the responsibility for bait!
During the encounter with the demigod-level feathered snake just now, although Alger was on the verge of the other party's gaze and quickly left, the impact was not too great and he recovered easily, the gray mouse he carried with him was just an ordinary species, with less vitality and physical strength. If he was affected by a little, he would be unable to survive and could not hold on the spot and became a corpse.
Dead... Dead... Hanged Man. The gentleman should now understand a truth. The plan often does not change quickly... His luck is really not very good... Seeing this scene, Klein's mouth moved slightly, and he wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh out loud, for fear of losing his character.
Similar situations are rare in the inverted hanging people who are experienced and meticulous in their work.
Alger quickly restrained his expression and walked forward with the dead gray mouse, while Klein bent down and reached out, picked up the lantern, and followed him slowly.
The sound of the wind chime is becoming clearer and clearer, making people feel quieter and want to run directly over.
After walking a few more steps, Klein finally saw the strange tree.
On its brown-green torso, there are slender cracks after thin ones, each crack is dark and deep, as if it has different eyes.
On the stretched branches, there were iron-gray things like wind chimes hanging. They would shake themselves and make a pleasant sound. The branch closest to the torso and in the center of the top is a fist-sized, colorless, translucent fruit that bears.
Alger looked there, pressed his Adam's apple, and said to Germansparo in a deep voice:
You'd better block your ears and restrain your spirituality.
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