Chapter 297 Scavengers on the Seventeenth Floor

Groundworms, like many insect monsters, live in groups, but their group numbers are relatively small. Occasionally they live in a group of three, or in a group of five, and most of them only have two.

I don’t know whether this creature was created by the God of Creation or is native to the underground city. In short, in my opinion, they are not very intelligent.

Compared with other monsters, the individual combat power of the groundworm is not outstanding, the crawling speed is not fast, the strength of the limbs is average, and the sharpness of the limbs is acceptable. A pair of large turtles grow on both sides of the head and cannot be completely closed, so they do not pose much of a threat. The only thing that is taboo is the electric magic ball condensed between its two claws.

However, this charged magic ball cannot be fired continuously. It needs to cool down for a few seconds after each release, and these few seconds often become the price of their lives.

The reason why they are said to have low IQs is that when they encounter adventurers, the Earthworms will first throw Aojian's electric balls out to kill them.

There is nothing wrong with this approach.

But the problem is that the electric balls of several groundworms in this group are released at the same time.

Of course, in this case, if it really hits the opponent, it will cause great damage to the opponent, but the fact is often the opposite. Most adventurers will easily avoid the first blow, and then, in Within a few seconds of cooling down, an attack several times that of the electric ball will be fed back to the groundworms.

If they really had IQ, they would think of rational use of electric balls to distribute attacks.

You two release them for a while, then wait for the other party to rush up, and then release the third one. If it doesn't work, release them one by one, forcing the adventurer to be several meters away, and to the end of the world.

However, what I said is just a small piece of wisdom.

If they had great wisdom, they would gather all the earthworms here, get together, form an alliance, and then hide in a relatively open flat land and wait in line.

Once an adventurer shows up, divide into groups and carry out targeted attacks in a planned manner.

Once a group of adventurers show up, they will gather some of their strength and carry out devastating bombings in batches.

Just imagine, a group of adventurers who were originally awesome, wielding swords, guns and clubs, came over to kill them. When they arrived, they looked, holy shit, what was waiting for them was dark, dense, and neatly lined up groundworms. Army.

Then the next second, I saw countless sizzling electric balls, like thrown water balloons, smashing down head and face.

After a rumbling explosion and the sizzling sound of electricity, the ground was filled with burnt adventurers. There might be a few who were still alive, but that was about it.

This scene is so angry and evil!

While I was feeling this, I used the Odachi in my hand as a spear.

It's a really useful weapon, it can sweep away a large area, but after this sweep, the number of big turtles that can be saved is a bit embarrassing.

But it doesn’t matter. The seventeenth floor is a big space with few people and many monsters. Let me run around and chop down.

When I got excited about cutting, I was like a wild dog that had let loose, dragging an Odachi all over the world, unable to stop me.

However, the cost was also quite tragic. Due to my reckless and impulsive behavior, at least fourteen or five places on my body were injured by the electric ball.

Fortunately, I have a strong recovery ability. The areas damaged by one wave were restored in the next wave, and then they were restored again and again.

I suddenly felt like I had both impulsive and masochistic symptoms.

Harold originally followed me to fight monsters, but due to my crazy actions, he gave up the act of fighting monsters and instead followed me to pick up the intact big turtles I knocked down.

No matter who knows it, picking up things is much easier than fighting monsters, especially when facing monsters of the same level or higher.

Today, however, this situation has been reversed.

Harold's speed of picking up the big turtle was far slower than my speed of killing monsters, and even the speed got further and further away. Later, I had killed monsters about a hundred meters away, and he was about a hundred meters away. He bent down and picked up the big turtles scattered on the ground.

I no longer paid attention to his actions, and instead ran toward the groundworm even more crazily.

This morning, I killed everyone, and Harold picked up a lot.

In short, he and I each have something to gain.

Harold took out more than a dozen bags full of big turtles and counted them one by one. He counted more than 130 big turtles in total. This mission was finally completed successfully.

After putting away the knife, I vigorously shook my stiff and stiff arms. To be honest, after using the knife all morning, my arms really couldn't get used to it. They were numb, and the sweat had already made them numb. My cowhide pants were soaked.

I opened the water bag, took a few sips, wiped my mouth, and said, "How about it? How many of them meet the mission requirements?"

While Harold carefully put the big turtle into the bag again, he said: "Except for a dozen that were damaged and broken, the remaining more than 110 fish have no mission problems."

"So, mission accomplished?" I asked.

Harold nodded, with gratitude on his face, and said with a smile: "It seems that I have found the right person. Thanks to you, the mission was completed so quickly."

I'm happy.

He looked at the Odachi sword in my hand and said, "How do you use this sword?"

"Yes, I quite like it," I said, "It can be used as both a stick and a knife."

Harold laughed.

It seems that he has a deep memory of my move of using the Odachi to sweep across a large area.

Since the task had been completed in the morning, there was no need to stay any longer in the afternoon. I also felt a little tired. Not only were there a lot of damage to the clothes and pants on my body, but they were also soaked from the inside out.

Once cowhide gets wet, it will fluff, harden, and become prickly and uncomfortable.

I moved my shoulders awkwardly and said, "Then go back. Just in time, I'm going to take a shower and change some clothes."

So he stood up, took a few bags from Harold, put them on his shoulders, and walked back with Harold.

As we walked on the road, the adventurers who passed by all turned their attention to the two of us, and a brief discussion broke out. They probably regarded us as scavengers.

I have seen a lot of scavengers, but this is the first time I have scavenged on the seventeenth floor of the dungeon.

I'm still a little proud.

Perhaps Harold and I are in such a different state that when we passed by the 16th floor, I saw several adventurers being caught by walking piranhas just because they looked at us. And bitten.

Moreover, when we passed the twelfth floor, Rodney and others who were spawning monsters directly sprayed the water they drank into their mouths clean.