Chapter 75 - Bad Luck

Feeling the tremor of the ground, Alger's heart tightened, he glanced at Gehrman Sparrow, and replaced words with actions.

The wind whistling around him helped him to run sideways more easily and faster.

The reason why Alger did this directly was because he was worried that Gehrman Sparrow would suddenly go crazy and decide to hunt the horrible creatures hidden in the dark cave. In that case, even if he could win in the end, it would definitely be extremely detrimental to the subsequent exploration .

And as an experienced "sailor", he knows that decisive actions are inductive and contagious, allowing companions who have not yet made a decision to follow or imitate subconsciously.

Seeing this, Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gave up discussing the issue of manners, took a step forward, and ran towards the side of the "Hanged Man".

Then, he felt a gust of wind blowing from behind and under his feet, pushing him and supporting him to chase forward, which significantly reduced the gravity he needed to overcome, and gained extra power, more than doubling his speed in an instant!

With the whistling sound, Klein and Alger ran out of the area with sparse trees and circled to the deep and dark side.

At this moment, the heartbeat of the two of them suddenly slowed down. It didn't seem like they were doing strenuous exercise at all. Instead, they were in a state of basking in the sun in the afternoon and about to fall asleep.

Immediately, Klein felt his body go cold, and an indescribable gloom emerged inexplicably, immersing in strands and strands.

At the same time, he saw that the light of Alger's lantern was obscured inch by inch by the huge black shadow rising from behind, and the corresponding scene naturally appeared in his mind:

A giant snake that could not be hugged by a single person emerged from the dark cave. This giant snake had huge greenish-black scales and exaggerated eyes that were burning like flames.

Between the gaps in its scales, white feathers covered with light butter stains grew out, and there was even a pair of thick wings that could be spread out on the back.

The giant snake raised its body half-climbing and half-flying, wrapped itself around a tall and sturdy tree, spit out a pitch-black snake core, and stared at the two figures who broke into the nearby area from afar.

Around it, the trees were withering rapidly, the weeds were all withered, countless corpses emerged from the soil, and invisible shadows surrounded it.

Feathered Serpent!

It's a feathered snake!

In the Southern Continent, it is a sacred symbol and the emblem pattern of the Eggers family, descendants of the God of Death!

Klein and Alger didn't pause, resisting the coldness of their bodies and the slowdown of their heartbeats, and with the help of more intense gusts, they rushed into the depths of the Black Forest, away from the area with sparse trees.

thump! thump! thump! The heartbeats of the two gradually returned to normal, and the cold feeling on the body surface was gradually dissipated by the heat emitted by the strenuous exercise.

Klein's spiritual intuition told him that the danger just now had passed, so he slowed down his pace, turned his head back, took a look, and calmly said to the dark and deep distance where the trees stood tall:

"A demigod-level feathered snake."

"Demigod level..." Argel also slowed down, and the blood vessels on his forehead twitched slightly.

He paused for two seconds, exhaled softly and said:

"Don't worry too much. The extraordinary creatures here are very territorial. Unless they want to hunt, they won't enter other areas, especially those near the mountain peaks. That feathered snake probably won't chase them."

Klein nodded lightly, then said:

"The extraordinary creatures here are very strong."

Argel withdrew his gaze, shook his head and responded:

"No, there are many weak ones too.

"I've been here at night before, but I only found traces of demigod-level extraordinary creatures. I've never really encountered them before. Today is the first time I've encountered them head-on.

"This kind of thing mainly depends on luck, and the probability of it happening again will not be too high."

As a "navigator", calculation is an essential ability.

Are you looking down on me, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck? Klein laughed at himself in his heart,

Said without expression:

"Absolute judgment often leads to the opposite result."

The meaning of this sentence translated into earth language is:

Don't stand!

In fact, if it wasn't a demigod-level Feathered Serpent just now, but a similar one in Sequence 5, Klein would be more than happy to bully him. After all, with Azik's copper whistle in his hand, at least half of the extraordinary creatures in the Necromancer Domain would be lost directly. combat effectiveness.

As for the encounter with the demigod-level Extraordinary creature, he was not too frightened, because the "Hanged Man" once raised this issue, and he was prepared accordingly, "The Fortune Stealer" The combination of spells, the three pages of demigod-level Extraordinary ability in "Lemano's Travel Notes", "Grossel's Travel Notes" and the "travel" ability may not necessarily allow him to fight against demigods, but it is enough to help him create opportunities get away.

As long as you don't meet an angel who also belongs to the realm of demigods... Klein added silently in his heart.

Hearing Gehrman Sparrow's words, Alger was a little surprised, because the crazy adventurer obviously wanted him to be more cautious and careful.

A cool and crazy guy? Also, if it was purely crazy, he would definitely not be able to live now... Alger looked up at the sky, trying to distinguish the blurred stars through the accumulated fog.

After two minutes, he withdrew his gaze, pointed in one direction and said:

"Go here."

Klein had already pulled out the iron-black "Death Knell" revolver. At this moment, he let the muzzle of the gun hang down naturally, and followed Alger silently, with a stern expression, calm and calm, and no panic.

After walking through the extremely dim black forest for a while, Alger suddenly stopped, glanced to the left, and said in a deep voice:

"Going a little further, there will be a psychedelic wind chime tree, I want to try to deal with it myself first.

"The second extraordinary creature you encounter later, you will solve it, I will not participate."

Unless you can't handle it alone... Alger swallowed the second half of his words.

He is not the "hunter" that is often encountered at sea, and he will not always be unable to control his mouth, and habitually say things that make others angry.

The matrix of Extraordinary materials Miss Justice needs... Mr. Hanged Man has a lot of adventure experience, and he knows that sometimes frankness is more useful than concealment, and communication and discussion are more effective than calculations... Klein maintains Geer Man Sparrow's character set nodded with a bit of elegance in his sternness:

"it is good.

"If you can't deal with it, you'd better ask for help, otherwise I'll think you're still persisting."

The style of the crazy adventurer and the "hunters" seem to be different, but in some respects they are surprisingly consistent... Alger quietly took a breath, and continued walking with the lantern.

As they walked, they heard the faint tinkling of wind chimes, and they immediately had a feeling of returning home and relaxing physically and mentally.

Klein was keenly aware that his vigilance and vigilance were melting irreversibly. No matter how much he emphasized or repeated in his mind, he could no longer tense up.

At this moment, he even wanted to lean towards the place where the wind chimes sounded, thinking that there were things he cherished and was very close to.

Because the distance was still relatively far, the wind chime sounded intermittently. Klein barely controlled himself, and looked sideways at Mr. Hanged Man.

Argel also lost the composure he should have. On his rough face, the eye sockets were slightly red, and he didn't know what he remembered or what kind of emotional state he was in.

I don't know what it would be like for Mister "The Hanged Man" to cry... That must be terrifying... Klein couldn't help thinking.

At this moment, 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 strange ring on his left thumb, making the spiky protrusion stained with old blood more vivid.

This is his magical item "Spiritual Whip". The side effect is that he always has a headache when he wears it, and he can't wait to hit his head against the wall.

However, at this moment, this intense headache experience allowed Alger to stay basically awake under the sound of the wind chime, and not be truly hypnotized by the other party.

Sometimes, the side effects may not help the owner... Alger took out a wooden box from the hidden pocket of his clothes while sighing, and opened it with a snap.

There's a gray mouse in here!

Mr. "The Hanged Man" wants to use mice as bait to attract the attention of the psychedelic wind chime tree, and then take the opportunity to attack the opponent? That's right, well prepared, with a detailed plan in advance... As an experienced adventurer, Klein vaguely grasped the idea of ​​"The Hanged Man" right away.

Alger mentioned the mouse and shook it, his expression suddenly became a little weird.

The gray mouse couldn't move. Has lost breath and body temperature, can no longer bear the responsibility of bait!

During the encounter with the demigod-level Feathered Serpent just now, although Alger was on the verge of the opponent's gaze and quickly left, the impact was not too great and he recovered relatively easily, but the gray mouse he carried with him It's just an ordinary species, without such strong vitality and physique. It is hard to escape if it is affected by a little bit. It can't support it on the spot and becomes a corpse.

Dead... Dead... Mr. "The Hanged Man" should understand a truth by now, the plan often does not change quickly... His luck is really bad... Seeing this scene, the corner of Klein's mouth slightly moved Move, want to laugh but dare not laugh out loud, afraid of breaking the character set.

Similar situations are rare in the "hanged man" who is experienced and meticulous.

Alger quickly restrained his expression, and carried the dead gray mouse forward, while Klein bent down and reached out, picked up the lantern, and followed behind him at a leisurely pace.

The sound of the wind chimes is getting clearer and clearer, and it has the power to make people quiet and want to run directly.

After walking a few more steps, Klein finally saw the strange tree.

On its brown-green torso, there are one after another slender slits, and each slit is dark and deep, and it seems to have different eyes.

On the stretched branches, iron-gray things like wind chimes hang down one after another. They will shake by themselves and make pleasant sounds. In the center of the branch closest to the trunk and at the top, there is a fist-sized one with no Coloured, translucent fruits bear.

Alger stared there, pressed his Adam's apple, and said to Gehrman Sparrow in a deep voice:

"You'd better plug your ears and restrain your spirituality."

PS: I am participating in the anniversary celebration of the starting point, and I have things to do all day long. I will take a leave of absence for the evening chapter, and resume normal updates tomorrow.

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