Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 42 I Want to Change Teammates (Part 2)
I noticed a blurry and transparent figure floating by me—in fact, this figure looked so fat that it was hard to ignore—and a warm current finally flowed through my heart that was so cold that it was full of ice chips: in my time of danger, after all, there was someone standing by my side, supporting me, protecting me, and helping me...
"Hold on, I'll come help you after I'm done stealing them..." These inhumane words from the Yangtze River Delta were more damaging to me than the Sasquatch's fiercest club—and they kept me bleeding.
A row of big sticks fell, and more than 400 lives were overflowing around me, making it difficult for me to breathe, see, and hear. I was so angry that I felt that I was not living in the human world.
I gritted my teeth and persisted. I don't know how long I persisted - anyway, I think this long time was enough for the habitual thief of the Chang Sanjiao to turn these long-haired natives inside out - finally, I heard his voice quietly coming:
"Lead them to the rock to the right rear. I have set a row of traps there."
The orc lowered his voice and screamed, the sound was muddy like a pile of mud, but at this moment it sounded like the beautiful sound of nature to me. This life-saving news came at the right time. I suddenly felt that although Comrade Chang Sanjiao was a little greedy, he was actually a rare good comrade in essence - no, this habitual thief was simply a model of moral character of the people of the Farvi Continent.
Following the guidance of the Yangtze River Delta, I saw a huge rock behind me on the right. The snow did not completely cover it. A crack was exposed on the gray and rough surface of the rock, like a climbing path.
I marched steadily and cautiously, leading these primitive people who had no strategy at all to the road to death. My retreat inspired the fighting spirit of these barbarians. Their eyes became red due to the frenzy of fighting, and they wanted to rush over and beat me into a pulp with clubs. They didn't know that on the road ahead, there was a danger more brutal than the most ferocious beast they had ever seen. The giant beast of death had bared its fangs, waiting to devour them mercilessly...
"Crack..." The contraction of the powerful metal spring made a frightening sound, like a giant beast rubbing its hungry teeth, biting down the prey on the hook, severing their fragile life...
What’s strange is, why do my legs suddenly hurt so much?
I lowered my head and saw a pair of rusty animal traps tightly clenched together, with two rows of sharp teeth deeply inserted into...
...On my legs?!
As a result, my life suffered the greatest loss since I climbed this hillside and started fighting. Six hundred life points gushed out mercilessly from my head, and I immediately turned into a fountain of blood - what was particularly hateful was that the heaviest blow was not inflicted by my enemy, but by my teammates.
Fortunately, I had just drunk a large bottle of life-restoring potion, which allowed me to luckily survive the dangerous accidental injury from "my own people".
"Why is this broken thing buried here?" I really wanted to take off the iron clamp on my leg and put it around Chang Sanjiao's neck.
"It was placed there originally!" Chang Sanjiao defended.
"Why didn't you remind me?" If anger had a temperature, I would have been burned to ashes by now.
"How should I remind you? It's full of traps, just to prevent any of them from escaping." Chang Sanjiao showed up and pointed proudly behind me.
I turned around and gasped : the green-skinned madman who set the trap had planted all kinds of cruel and vicious traps on the entire rock just like planting a big carrot. The density and variety were outrageous. But I have to admit that his work was indeed effective. The large group of bigfoots besieging me were suffering from the dense traps like this sorghum field. Many of them were suffering from six or seven kinds of traps at the same time, including fire, electric shock, freezing, poisonous spikes, sharp knives, tiger benches, pepper water, bindings, whips, candles... He used all means to kill them. It was horrible. The two or three survivors who escaped by chance were already seriously injured and no longer threatening.
While I admire the outstanding performance of the Yangtze River Delta, I am thinking about another question:
"You...haven't you ever thought about how to prevent me from falling into your trap?" I heard my own voice as cold as a frozen river.
Chang Sanjiao immediately stopped smiling and was slightly surprised: "Well... it seems that there is no..."
An extremely tragic scene immediately emerged in my mind: What if I failed to stop immediately after stepping on the trap, but continued to move forward, then... these new things like fire roasting, electric shock, freezing, poisonous spikes, sharp knives, tiger benches, pepper water, bondage, whips, candles, etc. would naturally make me savor them one by one and enjoy them carefully.
"Don't you know to set traps all around and leave this passage so that I can pass safely?" I grabbed the fat orc's neck hard - his big belly was in the way so I had to stretch my arms to barely do this - and shook him desperately, asking with gritted teeth.
“I… I… I was so anxious at the time that I didn’t think about these things… But but… cough cough…” He waved his hands desperately to beg for mercy. After finally catching his breath, he said to me while coughing breathlessly, “… There is one thing… cough cough… I have to tell you as soon as possible, otherwise… cough cough… it will be too late… cough cough…”
"What's the matter? Tell me!" I said viciously.
"If there is a life potion, you'd better drink one now..." He said while using the dirty skill of "Stealth" and ran away, "...The trap you stepped on just now is poisonous, and now your life is still falling..."
As if to verify the correctness of his words, a pale green number "-70" appeared above my head in a very timely manner.
God, please give me a teammate I can count on, even if it’s just one…
…
"Boom!" The roar of the explosion sounded, playing a symphony of death for the few bigfoots who survived by chance. The elf trainer Yan Zhen held the barrel of the gun with both hands, put the butt of the gun against his shoulder, closed his left eye, and looked forward with his right eye through the crosshairs in front of the barrel. Her skin was white and delicate, but at this moment, it seemed to be flushed with excitement because of the killing. The biting wind and snow threw her long black hair behind her, like a heart-pounding black wing, which made people think of the legends of beautiful demons collecting souls in the dark night.
As her slender fingers gently stimulated it, brilliant flames would occasionally spurt out from the thick muzzle of the gun, adding a touch of warm color to the cold white mountains and rivers, like petals of a flower of death blooming and dyed red with blood.
One after another, Bigfoot died under her point-by-point shooting. Those seemingly strong, sturdy, ferocious and tyrannical highland barbarians were simply vulnerable in front of this graceful woman. Their lives were as fragile as a newly laid egg . In front of the musket that represented advanced technological civilization and killing methods, they would be shattered with just a slight knock.
Finally, I was freed from the difficult situation of being besieged and hunted by a group of unreasonable savages and facing the danger of death at any time. Only then did I deeply feel how precious and rare it is to take a few deep breaths leisurely, sit on the ground with my whole body relaxed, chew a few slices of "whole wheat black bread" and wait for my life to slowly recover.
I turned all my gratitude deep in my heart into a burning gaze, and cast it all towards the gun-holding woman not far away, who was standing proudly against the wind and snow, with long hair dancing. It was her existence that made me feel that there was still a glimmer of light, warmth, and hope in the world I was in, and that made me not completely lose confidence in the terms "comrades" and "comrades-in-arms" that I should have trusted with all my heart, and that made me feel that I was not fighting alone - and that while fighting alone, I also had to beware of the poisonous hands behind me and the poisonous traps under my feet...
"Boom!" The dashing long-haired elves quickly wiped out almost all the remaining savages around us. When the last savage had less than one-twentieth of his life force left, he finally felt the fear of death, turned his body, stuck out his big butt, and ran away screaming "Ga Ga". Aiming at his bloated and ugly back, the Yan Zhen shot coldly, and two bright and brilliant words immediately appeared on his head...
…Mistakes…
As if rejoicing that he had escaped death, the ugly fat guy let out a strange shrill laugh, and seemed to twist his buttocks deliberately, and then continued to sway forward.
A look of unwilling anger quickly appeared on Yan Zhen's face, and she shouted in a clear voice: "Don't run, stop!" Then she took a step forward and chased after him.
I have said that in this snowy land, the movements of outsiders like us are greatly troubled by the snow. Unlike many other troubles in this world, this trouble does not seem to be reduced or disappeared by encountering a beauty. For example, according to my observation, the posture of the beauty walking in the snow with her legs spread out and her thighs spread out is as difficult as that of us men, and her movements of struggling to pull her legs out of the thick snow like pulling a carrot are also not very elegant.
Therefore, in the futile pursuit of the wild geese formation, the Bigfoot, who was already at the edge of the range of the musket, ran farther and farther, and soon completely escaped her attack range.
At this point, everyone can see that it is meaningless for Yan Zhen to continue chasing like this, and the further she chases, the greater the gap between her and the target. But the problem is that, in many cases, it is not easy to make a woman realize her mistakes; and in even more cases, it is even more difficult to make a woman realize her mistakes, admit them, and then give up or correct them.
So when Feiyin shouted at her, "Yanzhen, come back," our violent female gunman turned a deaf ear.
So when the Yangtze River Delta yelled "You can't catch up with him", the Elf Tamer persevered.
Xian Ge Yayi did not try to dissuade his lover - in fact, the unfortunate guy had buried his head under the snow for a while and dared not look up. If he hadn't shaken his numb thighs and buttocks every once in a while, I would have suspected that he had been dead for a long time.
As an adventurer who cares about the lives of his comrades and has a strong sense of teamwork, I feel that I have an obligation to dissuade my teammates from doing such futile and stupid things:
"Yan Zhen, stop chasing him, he will come back..." I shouted - of course, even my good sister and president Fei Yin couldn't call her back, I didn't expect my words to have any effect on her.
Then a miracle happened: at my affectionate call, the geese immediately stopped, then turned around quickly, and rushed back to us with the same effort as before. This made me feel extremely vain and at the same time I had a lot of thoughts: Alas, as a man, being too charming can sometimes be a problem. In fact, there is no need for her to give me face like this. Could it be...
Five seconds later, I discovered that I was much more attractive than that...
Behind the wild geese formation that was running wildly with their legs spread wide, no less than twenty enraged wild savages were running wildly with their big feet. Leading the way in front of them was the lucky guy who had been ravaged by Fei Yin and only had a little life left. In a sense, the wild geese formation finally succeeded in catching up with her prey - now the distance between the two of them was enough for a bullet to shoot.
Could it be that these guys were inspired by my passionate call and followed me? If that's the case - I smiled bitterly - then the high charisma is really a big problem...
"Warriors, I've led them here, come on, come on..." Our elf tamer lady screamed at us - mainly at me - breathlessly.
Our beautiful animal trainer seemed to have made two mistakes: first, although the two behaviors of "leading them over" and "being driven over by them" look very similar, they are very different subjectively; second, facing this group of violent barbarians with a large number of people, I had no power to take the initiative to attack. All I could do was to stand in the front and take a beating, and try my best not to be beaten to death by them. So in this sense, she shouldn't have asked me to "hurry up", because from the beginning, I was the one who was being beaten...
A row of strong flesh walls pressed down on me again, and the sticks rained down on my body. I squatted on the ground with my head in my arms, groaning in pain. Yan Zhen's body passed by me lightly, looked at me, the unfortunate one under the stick with great sympathy, and then hurriedly searched for something in her backpack. After a moment, she slapped her forehead and shouted in annoyance, as if she was afraid that I couldn't hear her: "Oh no, my armor-piercing bullets are all used up..."
The north wind blew, sending the shrill scream to the distant edge of the earth. It was the most painful and truest cry of my soul from the depths of my heart:
Supreme God, you don't need to replace my teammates anymore, just replace me...
