Chapter 1966: Treat Others with Their Own Medicine.

Could it be that it has the same four-dimensional pocket as Doraemon?

I stared at the goblin on the lampstand, thinking deeply.

After dodging another dart, I chuckled: "Oh, don't be ridiculous, it's impossible. If there really is a fourth-dimensional pocket, why should it contain darts? Instead, just put a few large-caliber firecrackers. That thing is so powerful." It’s big, shoots fast, and is much more reliable than darts.”

"Things like fourth-dimensional pockets may not really exist, but this ugly green-skinned little monster doesn't use darts from the portal." Odachi reminded: "Look carefully at its hands."

He raised his eyes and stared, and within just a few seconds, he found clues.

I saw a faint light suddenly condensed in the goblin's empty hand, and after a few seconds, it turned into a real dart!

I was dumbfounded by this unique skill.

"Really!" The corners of my eyes twitched and I muttered subconsciously: "Can you actually create something out of nothing? This is not in line with the law of conservation of energy at all!"

"Are you out of your mind?" Odachi said in an almost sarcastic tone: "Wake up, this is the Zephyr Continent, not the Blue Planet, and even if it is the Blue Planet, can you guarantee that the law of conservation of energy will apply to all situations? "

Yes, this is the Zephyr Continent. In front of my eyes, hundreds of incredible truths have already appeared. Bones and frames can breathe out dragon breath, so what does it mean to make something out of nothing?

Forget it for now, my first priority on this trip is to clear Sky City!

Well, maybe it’s not appropriate to use the metaphor of clearing the level, but at least, I want to find the owner of this city, whether it is a human, a monster, or a dragon.

It would be great if the owner of this city could communicate normally. I would tell it about the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar and ask it to send me out of the Sky City.

If it refuses to communicate, or is unable to communicate, a fierce battle is inevitable.

I may not be a match for the Lord of the Sky City, but I believe that it is certainly not a match for the strength of my left arm.

Of course, if possible, it is better not to use the power of the left arm. After all, this power is too mysterious and cannot be controlled.

Thinking of this, two pictures appeared in my mind like a slideshow.

The destroyed town, and the broken tauren boss room.

Forget it, just let nature take its course. At that point, how can you care about the serious consequences it will cause?

I grabbed a handful of darts, took aim at them for a while, and then threw them at the goblins - wow, you are not the only one who can throw darts! Although the accuracy is a bit off, the number is huge enough! I don’t believe it. After throwing these stacks of darts that are more than half a meter high, I still can’t practice a flying knife from Zephyr Continent!

Without thinking any more, I started throwing darts.

I did as I was told, and the accuracy of the darts I threw was really bad. They flew around fiercely, but none of them hit the target. The nearest one was probably the one inserted into the frame of the chandelier.

In fact, being able to insert a dart into the frame of a chandelier is a very advanced dart skill, especially since the dart was hanging upright above the goblin's head, only twenty centimeters away from the top of its head.

In other words, if I weakened my force slightly, would the dart be able to stick right into its head?

After a little analysis, I tried to reduce my strength and threw darts at the goblin.

However, the force reduction seemed to be too much. The dart only flew less than three meters before losing the courage to continue flying. It fell to the ground with a clatter, bounced twice, and then stopped moving.

This scene made me extremely embarrassed, but it also made the goblin on the chandelier extremely happy.

The guy had a gloating expression on his face, and his forward and backward movements were extremely exaggerated. He almost wanted to fall from the chandelier, but couldn't. This move made me very angry. When I was furious, I angrily threw all the darts in my hand. Throw them all out.

Obviously, quantity is not the key to skill. A large number of darts clattered to the ground, and none of them hit it.

Although everything was in vain, it does not mean that my impulsive behavior was in vain. Do you still remember that there was a dart stuck in the chandelier ring and hanging high on the goblin's head?

The dart was indeed stuck in the ring, but it was not tight. After being hit by several darts in succession, it was finally freed from the ring!

The dart that regained its freedom fell freely despite the pull of gravity.

Then, it accurately hit the Goblin's Tianling Cap.

This goblin's skull is very hard, and the darts did not damage its skull. But don't forget, the darts are poisonous, and the goblin himself put the poison on it.

As the saying goes: drowning will lead to water.

The highly skilled and courageous Goblin must have never thought that he would be hit by his poison darts.

After all, it is standing on top of the chandelier, and it is thin and extremely flexible. It is absolutely impossible for it to be hit by its own darts - it may have always thought this way, so it has not done any anti-virus at all. measure.

Then, the goblin who stood on the chandelier and kept throwing darts died.

It couldn't withstand the poison on its darts. After a convulsion, it fell to the floor tiles like a kite with its string broken.

I stepped forward, not whipping the corpse, but looking at it with sympathy.

This was a goblin that had lived for hundreds of millions of years. He was a master of hidden weapons who threw darts with great accuracy, and finally died under his own darts.

Fortune plays tricks on people.

After looking through the Goblin's clothes, there was nothing valuable. Looking at its skinny body, green skin, and the fishy smell, it was hard to swallow even as food.

After swallowing, I dragged the pterosaur corpse, picked up a bag of darts, and continued walking forward.

Not far away, I encountered another wave of monsters.

It was still the humanoid creature sitting on the stone plate, and this time there was something strange in the stone plate - the mount of one of the humanoid creatures turned out to be a steel flying disc.

"I'm sure that the monster sitting on the steel flying disc must be their boss!" I said firmly.

"Are you sure?" Odachi asked.

"Uh" I hesitated.

Although this humanoid creature looks different from other humanoid creatures, the way they get along does not look like a superior-subordinate relationship.

"Forget it, never mind." I spread my hands and said, "Whether it's the boss or not, just beat them. No matter how much I care, they won't communicate with me anyway."

As I said that, I took out the darts and quickly ran towards the group of humanoid creatures.

When I use the dart as a dart, my accuracy is very poor, but when I use the dart as a dagger, I can hit the target without missing a beat.

One dart at a time, all inserted into the exposed chest.

The humanoid creatures screamed, struggled and twisted for a while, and then belched.

Looking at the thin corpses on the ground, I smiled triumphantly. At this moment, a slow and heavy sound came into my ears.