Chapter 2159: Blood hand

Tacit understanding is mutual.
Tyler did not ask why I only brought a hundred deporters, nor did I ask why Taylor suddenly ordered to camp on the spot.
Our grandfather and grandson didn't say anything, just glanced at each other and understood each other's thoughts.
The place where the weird disaster happened, the weird spider, all this is too weird, and the strength of the spider is terribly terrible. It is hard to use, and it is no different from adding a meal to the monster.
The only thing we can do now is to discuss good strategies, discuss good tactics, and stabilize the military.
Without a telescope, few people can see a tree at a distance of two or three kilometers, unless it is a profession called a gunner.
Kailan told me that in her family heritage, there were several records about the profession of the Celestial Clan. Among them was a gunner. It is said that she could see the hair strands falling from her body four or five kilometers away.
I was very excited when I heard it and asked her if she had any secrets to becoming a gunner. I had a dream since I was a child, and I wanted to be a man like a gunner.
Kailan scorned my eyes and curled her lips: "You just want to peek at the little girl taking a bath."
A word broke the mystery, my face was flushed with smoke, and the worried Jin Siqi didn't sleep well all night.
Gunner is the profession of the Celestial people. Without Celestial blood, it is difficult to reach the peak level. Even if it reaches, the weapons and equipment cannot keep up. The Celestial people never use the best weapons to equip foreigners.
I don’t know if there are descendants of the Celestials in this army, but I know there is no gunner.
Many people feel uneasy if they can't see the source of the disaster. Once they see it, they collapse.
Let's not mention the spiders as big as adult wild elephants, just those the size of wild boars, gray and purple spiders, are enough to make many adventurers fight millet and sweat.
Not to mention there are thousands of them.
Disasters are disasters, and the monsters that popped up were all weird and shuddering.
When camping on the spot, Achilles gnawed roast beef with an ugly face.
The roasted beef is not much softer than the stone. Under Achilles Senhan’s sharp teeth, it makes a crackling sound, and it is almost chewed. He will lift the hip flask, make a few sounds, and crush the stone. The frothy beef residue swallowed into his stomach.
This way of eating is very heroic and hurts the spleen and stomach.
I thought silently.
The old man and the old duke’s way of eating is relatively gentle. At least they don’t roast beef into stone. They swallow a bite of beef with a sip of wine. When they eat it, they will scream and vent their tension and relax.
President Aoli doesn't eat much beef and drinks a lot of wine, as do other dwarves.
In his own words: "I just have a good drink, and I don't want to regret it."
The tone is free and easy, the voice is loud, and it sounds very cheerful, but for some reason, I always feel sad and my eyes are sour.
The old man handed me the hip flask, and I took a big gulp without even thinking about it and coughed.
The old man laughed, he was very happy and comfortable. He patted me on the back and muttered: "Just cough it out, and it will make it comfortable."
It was really comfortable when I coughed up. 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 two thousand human beings who died directly under my sword.
But they it.
I do my own thing without a word, just want to upgrade, become stronger, protect my family, and live a happy life with my family.
But some people always think that I am an obstacle. They look unpleasant and want to kill me, kill my family, possess my woman, and possess my assets.
If I don't kill them, I will live very sadly and die miserably.
It can be said that on the road to becoming stronger, I walked on the corpses of these people.
Looking back, I will not feel sad when I look at the bodies of these people, and even smile with relief.
But it's different now. Nothing around is my enemy. We have a common goal to drive away disasters.
But I know very well that this expulsion trip will kill many people, and those who are about to die are my like-minded comrades in arms, so I am very sad.
A certain national power once said: The weak must have the consciousness of the weak.
I vaguely remember, he seems to have his last name Albert, what is his full name...
Forget it, I can't remember it, and it doesn't matter at all.
This sounds very reasonable, but if you taste it carefully, it always feels weird.
I never remembered a war that was won by a single strong man. In the cheers of victory, there was never a lack of the weeping of the families of the weak. Without those people laying the groundwork with flesh and blood and life, how can the supreme national power stand? At the top that all adventurers look up to?
Really think you can hit ten thousand?
Achilles dare not pat his chest to say so!
Achilles, who had been silent after drinking and eating meat, suddenly whispered to me: "I'm going to take a look, are you coming?"
"where to?"
"There" his hand pointed at 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' thoughts, but the old duke disagreed, especially disagreeing with me, saying it was too dangerous.
Taylor disagrees: "Don't think he is so weak. You really want to push them into the source of disaster. Achilles may die in battle, but this kid will definitely survive. His life-saving ability is better than ours. Both are strong."
Carefully all the way to the source of disaster.
Lie on the edge of the pit, I peeked into it.
Inside the pit, the walls were covered with fine gold and mithril. It looked like a huge natural treasure house, with no artificial traces at all.
No wonder the geological survey staff of Ai Ruicheng regard it as a natural mineral deposit.
Stretching his neck, he wanted to take a deeper look. In his field of vision, a cloud of white things suddenly appeared unexpectedly.
Reflexively shrank his head, and at the same time he swung a knife, the thing screamed strangely and was cut into the pit.
Only then did he see that it turned out to be a palm-sized white spider.
The white spider was very courageous. He raised his legs and hissed at me, probably threatening me.
Staring at it for a while, I couldn’t help frowning. This little gadget is only the size of a palm. No matter how thick the shell is, I didn’t expect it. Under this knife, not only did it not kill it, but even Only one crack was cut out on the outer shell. The hardness is too exaggerated.
Fortunately, I have experienced more exaggerated dragon skins, and finally my mood is not disturbed.
Thinking about whether to fish it up and study it, a hand suddenly stretched out.
It looked like a human hand, but there was no skin, and the shriveled bright red muscles were exposed to the air, bursting with pungent blue smoke.
That is the smell of sulfur.
The bright red human hand grabbed the white spider and dragged it into the depths of the cave amidst desperate struggle and roar.
Soon, there were bursts of chewing sounds.
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