Chapter 1124 Lair

"I think... we should go." After being silent for a while, Simbadi murmured.

This place is full of weirdness, and the longer you stay, the more depressing you feel. Even if you are under the sea, you have never been so uncomfortable.

Whether it's the soft light under your feet or the oil lamp in your hand, it can only illuminate the area of ​​more than ten steps around you, and beyond that is darkness. In Sinbad's eyes, this light not only brings no comfort. , but it is a sign of danger. This means they are completely exposed to the light but unaware of the threats in the darkness.

In fact, until now, neither of them had seen the true boundary of the cave.

"Let's go?" Rex's voice trembled slightly, "What are you talking about...I dare to swear that this is definitely a wonder that even Lord Thunder has never seen. Ancient relics? No...it is simply a ruins. !”

"The ruins will not be moved. You can come back later," Simbadi racked his brains to persuade. "Your assistants and the Rare Object Society... are all waiting for your good news outside."

As soon as the Rare Objects Club was mentioned, Rex immediately calmed down a lot, "You, you are right, I should take this good news back home first and share it with everyone."

"Then get going quickly."

"Wait... wait, we finally got here, we can't go back empty-handed." He took out a dagger from his pocket and chiseled out a stone tablet, "Don't worry, this won't take long. You can also stuff it in your pocket. Something that can at least be used as proof that we have indeed discovered something.”

In desperation, Sinbad had no choice but to comply. After all, the other party was essentially his employer. Since he had taken over the job of twenty gold dragons, he naturally had to bear the corresponding risks.

Maybe it just looked weird here. He comforted himself in his heart. It was a little dark around him, but it was possible that there was nothing there.

“Ren, rub, rub—”

Every time Rex swung his sword, it would make a buzzing sound like the clash of gold and stone, which was particularly harsh in the silent cave.

Simbadi also noticed that whenever the dagger cut into the monument, the light from the contact point would be much brighter, even to the point of dazzling.

He shook his head and brought his attention back.

At this time, Simbadi was really not in the mood to use his strength to cut the stone tablets. There were also some strange stone tools scattered among the messy walls. They were probably the tools left by the movers. However, as time went by, they were Decayed into what it is now. He randomly picked a few pieces and stuffed them into his pocket. In this way, he completed the task assigned by the other party.

“Ren, rub, rub—”

The fjordman was still concentrating on chipping away at the monument, and he already had five or six pieces of gravel the size of fingernails on hand.

"Hey, this is almost enough..." Just when Simbadi was about to urge him again, his ears suddenly caught a discordant tone.

It's the same sound of rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, but more minutely, as if there are several Rexes chipping away at the monument...

Is this...an echo?

wrong! He realized that the positions of the two people had not changed. How could it be possible that there was no sound before, but now there was an echo suddenly?

"Rex."

"It'll be ready soon, this is the last piece."

"Stop first..."

"Give me another half-quarter of an hour—"

"Stop!" he almost growled.

Rex couldn't help being stunned, the dagger froze in mid-air, and the harsh collision sound stopped abruptly.

But the tiny scratching sounds still existed, and seemed to be approaching them.

Now Rex also noticed something was wrong. He put the stone into his pocket and looked around, "What is that?"

During the questioning, white lights suddenly lit up alternately in the distance.

Under the light, Simbadi saw the visitor - a fully grown desert scorpion. Its pliers are as big as an arm, and the raised crochet hook at the tail is almost waist high. The bright green needle tip is undoubtedly filled with poison. Once it is pricked, it can last for up to half a quarter of an hour without an antidote.

Damn it, the chisel sound must have alerted it! He braced himself and held the sword in front of his chest, "Slowly step back and don't take your eyes off the scorpion."

For the outstanding Mojin warriors, desert scorpions are not a difficult opponent. They have low intelligence and slow speed. The poisonous needle is not only the most threatening means of attack, but also its weakness. As long as it hits the air once, the sharp The waist knife can cut the tail hook in two.

The problem is that he is not an outstanding warrior by any means.

Despite having been trained since childhood, he had neither participated in a joint hunt nor actually fought a Desert Scorpion.

Just have to give it a try.

When Rex was completely hidden behind him, he whispered, "Look down now, and don't move no matter what happens."

"I...I know."

After receiving the answer, Simbadi also turned sideways.

The moment the eyes broke away from each other, the Desert Scorpion launched an attack - although it was invisible, the rapid squeaking sound indicated that the opponent was rushing towards him quickly.

This is the habit of the desert scorpion. It likes to look for opportunities in confrontations. Once it finds a flaw in its prey that distracts its attention, it will attack immediately.

calm!

Simbadi bent down slightly, placed the knife on his left side, and gently held the handle of the knife with his right hand. This was exactly the way the Sand People drew the knife - it seemed that they were not facing the enemy, but the entire area on the right side of the body, They are all within the cutting range of the blade!

When the crawling sound of the sand scorpion almost sounded in his ears, he suddenly took a step sideways, and then drew his sword and took action!

A faint light flashed.

Before he could even look back, there was already a weak resistance in his hand.

It was like the feeling of a knife cutting through a hollow reed.

With a crisp sound, the Desert Scorpion's tail hook plunged into the stone tablet and split into two.

Simbadi turned the blade and inserted it directly into the gap in the carapace behind the scorpion's head.

The target swayed feebly with its auxiliary legs, and soon went limp.

"Awesome..." Rex breathed a sigh of relief, "As expected of the Mojinsha people who live by hunting..."

"It's not over yet!" Simbadi interrupted, "The sound just now didn't sound like it was coming from a desert scorpion!" Where is it? Where will enemies appear from? He looked back and forth vigilantly - there were stone monuments all over here, no matter which direction he came from, there should be light!

But there was only darkness all around.

Except the top of the head.

Damn it! He suddenly realized his oversight. The soft light shining in the darkness was more eye-catching than anything else, but for places that were already illuminated, the new light was easily ignored.

Just when Simbadi looked up, a black shadow had already pounced down.

The target is the Fjordman behind him!

In a hurry, the only thing he could do was to turn around and kick Rex away.

The Desert Scorpion almost touched the latter's body as it landed.

Relying on the instincts trained for many years, Simbadi slashed the scorpion's head in half without even looking.

"Huh," he let out a long breath, "I'm glad I caught up... Hey, are you okay?"

"Ahem...I, I probably..."

However, before he could finish hearing the other party's answer, more scratching sounds came from behind the wall. You could still hear gaps at first, but after a few breaths, they became as dense as a wave, and there was also a dull roar, as if something huge was crawling towards this side.

The two looked at each other, and their faces suddenly turned pale.

"Run, run!" Sinbad grabbed Rex, who was still in a daze, turned around and ran towards the entrance of the cave.

A moment later, a dazzling light bloomed from behind, illuminating the entire cave with bright lights!

In this increasingly bright light, Simbadi saw an astonishingly large desert scorpion. Its eyes were the size of a dinner plate, and its carapace was as rough and thick as a reef. These characteristics undoubtedly showed the identity of the visitor - it was one of the rumored sacrifices to the three gods, the giant iron-armored scorpion that dominated the earth!

Under the pressure of its huge body, the wall made of stone tablets became incandescent and translucent, even making people unable to open their eyes.

I see.

Simbadi finally understood why there was no light in the cave, but green grass could grow everywhere; and where the occasional light in the cave after nightfall came from.

The armored giant scorpion actually regarded this place as its own lair.