Chapter 1180 Bu Tuan
The elf in front of him seemed to be stunned by this sudden turn of events. He was stunned and had the same ferocious expression, which was completely opposite to the elf's usual beauty and indifference.
"Tell me, who sent you here?" I said solemnly again, the murderous intention boiling in my chest colliding with my reason, and countless 'kill's surged in my mind.
My expression at this moment must be more ferocious than before, because the expression of the elf in front of me is also more frightened than before.
"." The elf opened his mouth, but did not make any sound. Then, he closed his lips tightly again, with a look of determination on his frightened face.
"Aren't you going to say it?" I sneered: "Very good, I will let you say it, I will definitely do it."
I slowly withdrew the Odachi from his neck and said with a ferocious smile: "I suddenly remembered that there are some things that seem to be much more interesting than killing you directly."
At this moment, the elf suddenly raised his wrist, and under his wrist, a delicate and sharp dagger appeared, slashing towards my arm.
I was not surprised by his move. From the moment I moved the Odachi away, I was already prepared to be killed by him at any time.
In a flash of cold light, Naotachi arrived before the dagger, leaving a deep wound on his arm.
With a cry of pain, the dagger fell to the ground. He exerted force on his feet and wanted to retreat. At this moment, there was another cold light, and the Odachi came after him, leaving a deep bone-visible wound on each of his legs, and then bullied him. He reached up, flipped his wrist, and slashed his other intact arm.
His limbs were severely injured and he could no longer move. He fell to the ground with a thud, struggling and twisting on the ground like a dying caterpillar.
He took out a piece of cloth from his pocket, kneaded it into a ball, and stuffed it into his mouth while he was moaning in pain.
At this moment, I suddenly understood why kidnappers used to put cloth balls in the hostages' mouths after taking them. First, it could prevent them from biting their tongues and committing suicide. Second, it could also stop curses and other obscene words.
Kill two birds with one stone, convenient and practical.
After gagging the elf, I killed the giant ghost-faced spider not far away that was at the end of its crossbow.
I'm not worried about the elf escaping. He can't escape anymore. His limbs are crippled and his mouth is covered. His whole body is twisted like a caterpillar. Maybe it can't crawl as fast as a caterpillar.
At the same time, I am not worried that he will die. For an adventurer, although this kind of trauma is serious, it is not fatal. At most, he will bleed excessively and collapse into a coma. But to me, his only value is to speak out The one behind the scenes, as for his life or death, or whether he is sad, these have nothing to do with me.
When I was in a state of murderous rage, a giant ghost-faced spider was not a problem at all, let alone when it was at the end of its crossbow.
But correspondingly, this ghost-faced spider could not completely offset my surging blood and violent killing intent. I had no choice but to continue looking for more ghost-faced spiders to quench my thirst for killing.
Deeper in the cave, there are a large number of ghost-faced spiders and giant ghost-faced spiders dormant. If I treat them carefully, I can escape completely after releasing my murderous intention.
Making up my mind, I dragged the elf, who was struggling and twisting like a caterpillar, deeper into the cave.
As I expected, there were densely packed ghost-faced spiders dormant in the depths of the cave. This kind of thing might only be seen in Moonlight City.
Elves are not a greedy race. They spawn monsters in a fixed range every day, which ensures both quantity and safety.
Generally speaking, unless there are no more monsters breeding there, or the monsters there have moved to other locations, there will definitely be no unauthorized transfer of the elf adventurer team.
This method of fighting monsters is stable for the adventurer team, and it is also very stable for the monsters born in certain specific locations in the cave.
Except for cannibalizing each other due to food shortage, they are basically not killed by adventurers.
As a result, more and more monsters are born and gather in specific locations, where they grow and expand until they die of natural causes.
Over time, an unknown number of ghost-faced spiders have gathered in the cave in front of them, densely packed one next to another, pushing, crowding, and trembling under the fluorescent light above their heads.
I'm sure that if someone with trypophobia saw this scene, they would faint on the spot.
The ugly faces connected together on the belly and back of the Ghost-faced Spider may be a symbol of fear and nightmare in the eyes of others, but at this moment, in my eyes, they are a good medicine to alleviate madness.
With an excited roar, I rushed towards the densely packed ghost-faced spiders.
Fighting and bloodshed, killing and roaring, the splashing khaki slurry and the flying pieces of body parts seemed to depict a picture of hell. The painful roars and crazy roars kept overlapping, and the picture was painted again. Broken into pieces, it becomes an opera, a tragic and cruel opera.
When the last ghost-faced spider turned into black smoke, the opera finally came to an end.
I gasped for breath, my body was shaking slightly, and the hand holding the knife even became a little dysfunctional due to numbness.
The ground around the body was covered with stumps and earthy yellow slurry. The fishy smell mixed with the smell of earth, turning into a more complex smell.
I didn't mind its pungent smell at all. I needed air so much at this moment.
After breathing heavily like this for a few minutes, I slowly lowered my head, then bent down, picked up the silver coins buried in the minced meat, looked at the fluorescent light, then threw it into the purse, and then continued to repeat the previous steps. action.
Every time I throw a coin, my mood will get better, and occasionally I will harvest some complete materials, making my mood even better.
Finally, there was not even a single silver coin or a complete material that could be used on the ground. I straightened up, wiped my hands on my clothes repeatedly, and wiped off the khaki slurry on them. Then I walked slowly to the elf and pulled him up. He took one leg and walked towards the outside of the cave.
When I was almost at the point where adventurers were fighting monsters, I put down my hand, put the elf on my shoulders, and continued moving forward.
When passing by a team of elf adventurers, some of them would occasionally look towards me with doubtful eyes. However, elves rarely meddle in other people's business, so even if they have doubts, they will not step forward to question me without permission. After all, this also saved me a lot of troubles.
Only occasionally, an elf passing by will stop and ask me if I need to heal him. I usually politely say that after returning to the city, I will find the priest of my guild to heal him.
In this way, we went all the way back to town, went to the tree house of Ren's family, knocked on the door, and heard a slight noise from inside, and then someone asked in a low voice: "Who?"
"An Xiaoyi" I said.
Then, the door opened a crack, and a second later, the door opened, and an elf boy stood in front of the door with a serious expression and a respectful attitude, saying: "Master An Xiaoyi, please come in."
"Where's Ren?" I asked casually.
"Lord Ren," the elf boy had an unusual expression on his face and remained silent.