Chapter 84 10. Big Guy’s New Friend
At night, Darkus could hear the chirping of insects in the jungle while lying on the platform. He rested his head on his hands and crossed his legs, looking at the twin moons and stars in the sky. He was thinking about many, many issues and was constantly mentally consumed.
For example, Zul'tekri's Sunfire Sword, what impact would it have if he obtained it? What would happen if Malekith knew that his father Aenarion's sword was on his body? What impact will it have on the Hell Catastrophe family? He is just a child of the Hell Calamity family. He is not Malekith's illegitimate son. Other things don't matter. There is no way that Malekith will not react to this matter.
If Tyrion had not obtained the Sunfire Sword, would the Battle of Finua Plains, which took place 300 years later in the Imperial Calendar 2300, have been reversed? Will Tyrion's swordsmanship teacher Julian Baneblade directly hack Tyrion to death? What does the reversal mean to him? What role will he play in the battle on the Plains of Fenoy? What role should the Hellraiser family play? What good fruits would the ultimate psychopath give him if he offered Yang Yan Sword? Or should it continue to be left there waiting for Tyrion to pick it up?
Being a member of the Hell Calamity Family brought him a lot of benefits, but he found that the constraints on him were more than the benefits. He cannot do whatever he wants. Many things have to be considered from a political perspective, considering the pros and cons and gains and losses, just like a dancing dervish.
The Battle of Fenua Plains is an extremely critical node. Does he want to live out the entire Ultimate Universe? Shock the three spirits, shock the elves and gods, tell them this is Darkus!
What will happen when you meet Mazdamudi? Will the team he leads be driven away by the lizardmen and escape in panic? Or is he really the son of some ancient saint? When Mazdamudi saw him fall down from the falling Chengyu in surprise, he bowed his head and bowed?
Darkus shook his head while thinking about it, it was so outrageous, and he gradually fell asleep thinking about it.
When we got up the next day, the sky was overcast and lightning was surging in the clouds. It started to rain just after breakfast, and the rain became heavier with lightning and thunder. The rain splashed down from the canopy of the giant tree, turning the carpet of plants in the jungle into flowing mud.
In less than five minutes of walking, the Kaitan and noble robes in Darkus' armor were soaked through, and his hair was stuck to his head. He glanced at the Druchis around him and found that their shoulders were slumped, and their eyes were painful and heavy. He decided to go back the way he came. Although it wouldn't be a black shot, if he continued on, he might suffer a large-scale attrition, and there was still a long way to go.
The powerful Druchi followers also began to use sledgehammers. They wanted to smash the nails that fixed the tent into the stone. They wanted to pitch the tent on the platform. God knows how long the rain will keep falling.
The big guy took the cold lizards into the jungle again. They had to find something to eat.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Except for those who were on duty in shifts, the other Druzis formed their own groups and huddled around different magic stoves, glaring at each other. The three wounded were also lying on the ground, soaked in the rain. The wounded at the back were on fire again, and there was no talk of a few swords' distance from Druchisituan in the tent.
The atmosphere in the tent was extremely silent, perhaps due to class or morale reasons.
It was impossible to sit down like this, but Darkus didn't want to make a fool of himself. He said, "Take care of all the weapons, especially the string of the repeating crossbow." As he said this, he raised his head at Renn again.
Ren understood and started to stand up and walk around, making loud noises to liven up the atmosphere.
Over there, Genevieve took a serrated dagger, and after repeatedly roasting it with fire, she began to open the pustules on Walter's legs and treat the wounds stung by the blood wasps. After Genevieve completed this series of operations, Elmir swung the serrated dagger away and put it back.
It had only been a few days, and along the way, Genevieve Sandrine Porti Lectidoni was very diligent and diligent. The Druzies gradually stopped resisting her, let alone made things difficult for her. Darkus chewed the beans and watched all this, and shrugged. The vampire who can be blessed by Sigma indeed has two brushes.
In the evening, the Drukis squatting in the tent seemed to feel the earth shaking. Carlion, who was patrolling outside, returned to the tent to report that the big guy had returned with the cold lizards, followed by a triangle. dragon.
When did the big guy become like a dog and know how to bring new friends back home?
Normally, cold lizards would not attack Ankylosaurus and Triceratops in the wild. It would be a thankless effort, just like a pride of lions hunting elephants. This should happen, but it has reached the point of last resort.
Darkus went out and took a look, what the hell is this Triceratops? Looking at the size and the curved giant horn, this should be an ancient Triceratops, right? He called Chupa Coco out again to confirm, and it turned out to be an ancient Triceratops.
(The Triceratops Living Fortress was introduced in the chapter, so I won’t go into details.)
This is an existence that can instantly wipe out adventurers in the jungle. Unless they see it, they must run directly, and they must run separately, and they must run faster than other companions. .
Ancient Triceratops The oldest and most ferocious of the entire species, these powerful behemoths have adapted to the rigors of life in the dangerous jungles of Lustria. Its whole body was covered with horrific scars, and Darkus looked at the wounds on its back as if they had been bitten by a tyrannosaurus. There is no reinforced mask on its head that covers the entire face, no decorative rings or metal spikes on its horns, and no carved copper or gold plates on its skin. A huge neck shield extends out to protect its head, and the eye-catching colorful markings on its headdress indicate that it is the most powerful being of its kind. This is obviously an extremely powerful wild ancient Triceratops.
Darkus walked off the platform, and the big guy came up to him with his tail wagging, and rubbed hard against him. His eyes seemed to express that I am very powerful, right? Being tired of new things, he perfunctoryly dealt with the big guy, and then started stroking the outside of the parrot-like beak of the ancient Triceratops. The beak was big enough to tear a druchi in half, and the curved giant horn looked like a spear.
The body of the ancient Triceratops exuded an indescribable stench in the hot and humid air. Its bright eyes looked at Darkwus meekly and curiously, and its sharp beak opened wide as if it wanted to talk to Darkwuss. He wanted to play with Si, but Darkus politely refused. Darkus didn't want any wounds in this damn place.
The ancient Triceratops made a deafening roar as if to express its dissatisfaction. Genevieve and Drucci from the tent on the platform all came out and crowded on the steps to watch this scene, amazed.
From the earliest times, the lizard people have used triceratops as beasts of burden, opening roads in the jungle and dragging boulders to build temples. Maybe the next road will be much easier?
Darkus was riding on the back of the ancient dragon Triceratops, calling on the Druchis who were watching the excitement to chop some wood, and first make a makeshift platform and place it on the back of the ancient dragon Triceratops.
It rained like this all day and night.
Ask for a science officer.
(End of chapter)