Chapter 43 The Choice of Forked Roads

I moved forward one step at a time, holding the stone in my hand so tightly that I was sweating.

I couldn't help but beat a drum in my heart, and my mind was full of fierce battle scenes that might happen soon.

As he approached, I swallowed dryly, and a slight gurgling sound came out of my throat, but I was so frightened that I broke into a cold sweat.

1. . 2. .

I chanted silently in my heart.

3!

Hey!

I yelled, held up the stone, and jumped over the rock.

However, after seeing the situation inside the rock clearly, I fell into a deep stagnation, and three thick black lines hung down from my forehead.

With a bang, I fell heavily to the ground, but my eyes were still looking there.

The corners of my mouth twitched, my eyelids twitched, and my whole face seemed to have an incredible expression, and it took a long time before I let out an exclamation.

Nani!

In front of my eyes, there were no adventurers or monsters on the inside of the rock. There was only a severed arm with fresh blood stains, lying there alone, holding this finely crafted sword lightly in my hand. It has grown more than two inches, and can be seen from where I was just now.

Hey, this was an accident!

I let out a sigh of relief and slapped my forehead in displeasure.

Looking at this arm carefully, I felt that it looked familiar. Although the cowhide sleeves on the outside were broken, the quality was absolutely fine, and the knight-sized sword in its hand was still there. .

Isn’t this Quincy’s arm?

Before falling, he wanted to slash me with this sword. I thought it looked familiar.

I gloated, squatted down, stabbed the hand holding the sword with a stone, and said with a mean smile: "Aren't you a smart man? Why do you only have one arm left? Come on, come on and chop me, come on. Come on~~~"

After amusing myself for a while, I threw away the stone out of boredom, picked up the sword in my residual arm, and held the hilt. It felt good in my hand. I weighed the weight and found it was a bit light.

He clasped his middle finger with his thumb and flicked the sword hard. It made a crisp sound. The sound was straight and sharp. It was made of fine steel.

What a luxury. .

I thought to myself.

Weapons made of fine steel are relatively common on the market, but because their workmanship is time-consuming and labor-intensive, the price is also high.

Generally, a high-quality fine steel long sword costs at least one gold coin. However, the knight sword in my hand, in terms of texture and appearance, is not considered high-quality, but it exceeds the level of mid-quality, to say the least. Seventy silver coins.

made money!

The knight's sword spun around in my hand and slashed twice out of thin air. Listening to the whistling sound, I nodded with satisfaction.

Now that we have the weapon, although it doesn't fit perfectly, it's much better than fighting with bare hands.

Holding the knight's sword, he continued walking deeper into the corridor.

I didn’t encounter any monsters along the way, but I still couldn’t feel at ease.

It has been a long time since I broke into the dungeon. No matter which floor, even in the darkest and narrowest corner, monsters may appear. However, why is it so peaceful here?

Is this an underground city?

If it's a dungeon, where are the monsters?

Suddenly, like obsessive-compulsive disorder, I felt inexplicable palpitations, and a feeling of loneliness and danger surged into my heart.

It seems that this spacious corridor has become full of oppression.

The farther I walked toward the end of the twists and turns, the more my brows furrowed and my irritability grew.

Finally, I stopped and took a deep breath to calm my impulsive heart.

In front of me is a fork in the road.

Two identical openings, one on the left and one on the right, are side by side.

"Good job." I rubbed my frown and sighed, "I still got it."

Compared with this kind of forked road with no difference between the entrances on both sides, I chose to pick one at random and go.

Without thinking, I stepped into the hole on the left.

The cave is not wide, barely enough for two people to walk side by side, and the top of the cave is not high enough that you can reach it with your hands.

If you encounter a monster blocking the road in this situation, it will definitely be a face-to-face fight, without even a place to dodge or move.

Simply, I gave up my cautious sneaking and gradually accelerated my pace.

After walking for about an hour, we finally reached the end.

The knight's sword was thrust into the ground with force. I leaned on the hilt of the sword and wiped my sweat. I finally walked out of this hellish place. With a look of relief on my face, I stepped into the open space at the end.

Then, I just stood there in a daze with my head raised, like a wood carving or stone sculpture.

In front of him was a wide hall, and in the center of the hall lay a giant behemoth.

If there's nothing wrong with my eyes, this thing is at least thirty meters tall - when lying on its stomach!

The whole body was covered with crimson scales, glowing under the fluorescent light from the ceiling of the hall.

Four huge claws were coiled under the body, with only a small section of sharp claws exposed.

Several thick necks are entangled together, each with a ferocious head, a long mouth like a crocodile, and sharp fangs protruding from the lips, and a bright red tongue licks the lips from time to time. *After a moment, there is a tightly closed eye. Compared with the entire head, this eye is so small that it can even be ignored, but in fact, it is much larger than my head.

Not far from the eyes, there is a pair of huge nostrils, breathing regularly, and every time he exhales, bursts of black smoke will be emitted from the front of the nostrils.

The black smoke will slowly dissipate in front of its sharp snout, leaving only a choking smell.

Suddenly, I felt a bit itchy in my throat. No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, I couldn't suppress it. Just when I turned around and planned to sneak back to cough, I finally couldn't suppress it and let out a violent cough.

Instantly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on my back.

Because I heard the huge beast behind me let out a low roar, like a dissatisfied groan after being awakened from a clear dream.

I turned my head stiffly and saw that the neck of the huge creature stood up. The huge head on the neck slowly opened its eyes. The red eyes glanced around unhappily, and finally aligned their pupils. I was stiff and frightened, with angry eyes shooting out of my pupils.

I know it's very unpleasant to have your sleep interrupted.

So, at the first moment, I hurriedly expressed my sincere apology to it: "Well, Uncle Monster, Grandpa Monster, I didn't mean to disturb your rest. You, just keep sleeping, I'll leave now."

With that said, he turned around, dived into the exit, and rushed in the direction he came from like crazy.

I heard a roar behind me, and the erect head first raised, then opened its bloody mouth and spit it out in the direction of my escape.

A pillar of fire that was enough to melt gold and iron spurted out from its mouth, penetrated into the cave, carried a heat wave, and went straight to burn me.

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