Chapter 2159 Bloody Hands

The tacit understanding is mutual.

Taylor didn't ask why I only brought a hundred deporters, and I didn't ask why Taylor suddenly ordered us to camp on the spot.

Neither of us, grandfather and grandson, said a word. We just looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts.

The place where the weird disaster happened, the weird spider, all of this was too weird, and the spider's strength was terrifying. Fighting people with force is no different from giving extra food to the monster.

The only thing that can be done now is to discuss strategies and tactics to stabilize the morale of the army.

Without a telescope, few people can clearly see the grass and trees from a distance of two or three kilometers, unless they are the profession called gunner.

Kailan told me that in her family inheritance, there were several records about the professions of the Sky Clan people. Among them was a gunner who was said to be able to see the hair falling from his body from four to five kilometers away.

I was very excited after hearing this and asked her if she had the secret to becoming a gunner. I have had a dream since I was a child and wanted to be a cool man like a gunner.

Kailan looked at me with contempt and curled his lips: "You just want to peek at the little girl taking a shower."

One sentence revealed the mystery, and my old face turned red and smoky. Jin Siqi was so worried that she didn't sleep well all night.

Gunnery master is a profession for the Sky Clan people. Without the blood of the Sky Clan people, it is difficult to reach the peak level. Even if you reach it, the weapons and equipment cannot keep up. The Tian Clan people never use the best weapons and equipment for foreigners.

I don't know if there are any descendants of the Sky Clan in this army, but I know there are no gunners.

Many people will feel uneasy if they cannot clearly see the source of the disaster. Once they can see clearly, they will collapse.

Not to mention spiders as big as adult wild elephants, just those spiders the size of wild boars, gray and purple, are enough to make many adventurers tremble and sweat.

Not to mention there are thousands of them.

A disaster is a disaster, and the monsters that appear are so weird that it makes me shudder.

While they were setting up camp, Achilles gnawed on the roast beef with an ugly expression on his face.

The roasted beef, which is not much softer than a stone, makes a crunching sound under Achilles's cold sharp teeth. When it is almost chewed, he will pick up the wine pot, make a few clicks, and smash the gravel. The foamy beef dregs were swallowed into the stomach.

This way of eating is very bold, and it is also very harmful to the spleen and stomach.

I thought silently.

The old man and the old duke eat in a relatively gentle way. At least they don't roast the beef into a stone. They swallow a mouthful of beef and a mouthful of wine. When they are full of food, they will roar twice to vent their tension and relax their mood.

President Aulë doesn't eat much beef and drinks a lot of wine, and the same goes for other dwarves.

In his own words: "I just like to drink and don't want to leave any regrets."

The tone is free and easy, the voice is loud, and it sounds very cheerful, but for some reason, I always feel sad in my heart and sour in my eyes.

The old man handed me the wine bottle, and I took a big sip without thinking, choking and coughing.

The old man smiled, very happily and comfortably. He patted my back and murmured: "Just cough it out and it will feel good."

After coughing it out, I felt really comfortable. At least the depression in my heart was reduced a lot, but I still wanted to cry.

I have never been a good person. There are not even two thousand, but a thousand human beings who have died directly under my sword.

But they deserved it.

I kept silent and did my own thing. I just wanted to upgrade, become stronger, protect my family, and live happily with my family.

But some people always think that I am an obstacle, they don’t like me, and they want to kill me, my family, my women, and my assets.

If I don't kill them, I will live a miserable life and die miserably.

It can be said that on the road to becoming stronger, I stepped on the corpses of these people.

Looking back, when I stare at the bodies of these people, I will not be sad, and I will even smile with relief.

But it's different now. None of the people around me are my enemies. We have a common goal, to drive away disaster.

But I know very well that many people will die during this deportation trip. Those who are about to die are all my like-minded comrades, so I am very sad.

A certain national power once said: The weak must have the consciousness of the weak.

I vaguely remember that his last name seems to be Albert. What is his full name?

Forget it, I can’t remember it, and it doesn’t matter at all.

This sounds reasonable, but if you taste it carefully, it always feels weird.

I have never remembered a war that was won by the strong alone. In the cheers of victory, there was never a lack of tears from the families of the weak. Without those people who paved the way with their flesh and blood and lives, how could the superior national strength stand? At the top that all adventurers look up to?

Do you really think you can make ten thousand a dozen?

Achilles didn't even dare to say that with a pat on his chest!

Achilles, who had been silent after drinking wine and eating meat, suddenly whispered to me: "I want to go over and have a look, will you come?"

"where to?"

"There", his hand pointed to the source of the disaster.

I swallowed: "You can go, but you are not allowed to jump in."

"I'm not stupid."

I told the old man and others about Achilles' idea, but the old duke didn't agree, especially not for me to go, saying it was too dangerous.

Taylor disagreed: "Don't think he is so weak. If you really want to push them into the source of disaster, Achilles may die fighting inside, but this kid will definitely come out alive. His ability to save his life is better than ours." All strong."

We walked carefully all the way to the source of the disaster.

Lying on the edge of the pit, I poked my head in.

Inside the pit, the four walls are covered with fine gold and mithril. It looks like a huge natural treasure house, with no trace of man-made artifacts at all.

No wonder the geological survey personnel of Airei City regard it as a natural mineral deposit.

I stretched my neck to take a deeper look, but suddenly a white thing suddenly appeared in my field of vision.

He shrank his head reflexively and swung his knife at the same time. The thing screamed strangely and was chopped into the pit.

Only then did he see clearly that it was a white spider the size of a palm.

The white spider was very courageous. It raised its legs and hissed at me, probably threatening me.

After staring at it for a while, I couldn't help but frown. This gadget was only about the size of a palm, and its outer shell wasn't much thicker. However, I didn't expect that with this knife, not only did it not be killed, but it was even killed. There was only one crack in the shell, and the hardness was too exaggerated.

Fortunately, I have experienced more exaggerated dragon skin, and my mood is not disturbed by it.

Just when I was thinking about whether to fish it out and study it, a hand suddenly stretched out.

It looked like a human hand, but it had no skin, and the shriveled bright red muscles were exposed to the air, emitting bursts of pungent green smoke.

That's the smell of sulfur.

The bright red hand grabbed the white spider and dragged it deep into the cave while struggling and roaring.

Soon, there were bursts of chewing sounds.