Chapter 49: The past is smashing

It happened when I entered the fourth grade.
I remember at that time, I was still hanging around in Dasai City.
It was rainy that day, and it rained heavily.
Sleeping in the small square, I was soaked by the sudden heavy rain, and I was extremely unhappy.
So I took the iron sheet that I had just repaired a short time ago, that is, the curved sword, and walked toward the dungeon, thinking that I would kill myself today and let my depressed mood vent.
The facts are indeed as I thought.
The slime that can be solved with a single knife on weekdays was hacked by me and chopped into slime slime; the grimace of the ghost face maggot was cut off by me with an iron sheet; the goblin was I chopped into countless sticks and threw them on the ground.
This is true for the first to third floors, not to mention the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors. The beetle monsters without horns crawled all over, like brown × Ruiqq.
The 7th and 8th layers of the sling goblin and the Big Tooth Mouse are a bit better. I cut off the pair of arms of the sling goblin, and I pulled out the four sharp front teeth of the Big Tooth mouse by the roots.
Looking at the painful and struggling monsters rolling all over the floor, my resentful mood finally improved a lot.
I was planning to go to the ninth floor to try his luck. A branch road on the eighth floor suddenly heard a scream like a girl tearing silk.
I, who always don't like to help others, suddenly rushed over with a twitch of my mind.
Turning around a slightly dark corner, I saw a very embarrassing scene.
The seven adventurers came together back to back, surrounded by a group of big-tusked mice.
The teeth of a few of the big-toothed mice are black, and they are elite monsters at first glance. They are gnawing their teeth and constantly screaming at the adventurers surrounded by them.
The seven people who were surrounded all had injuries of varying degrees. The most injured was the orc girl with small horns on her head. She always opened her arms, holding the long handle of the warhammer with both hands on her chest. Staying in a small and half of the team, and constantly adjusting the angle of the long handle of the warhammer, to resist the big teeth mice that sneak in from time to time.
The most severely injured was the priest girl in the team. Through the gap, we can see that the left rib of the priest’s robe has been stained with blood, her small face is pale, her lips are beginning to tremble, but she still ignores herself. , Stubbornly treated the injured players.
This is not to say that other male players are weak. On the contrary, they are also trying their best to protect their teammates. It is a pity that they are facing elite monsters. Among the monsters, they are resourceful, and they are four or five. .
For them who lacked strength and had little combat experience, this situation was already a desperate situation.
Once they can't escape in a short period of time, if no support arrives, they will definitely become a big meal for the big teeth rats in the near future.
In fact, I was quite scared at the time. After all, I had never seen a large-scale rat group, although it was one level higher than them, but there was no confidence to win.
Just when I was about to leave them quietly regardless of their life or death, one of the big tooth mouse elites discovered my whereabouts.
In an instant, a dozen big-tooth mice turned their spears at me at the same time, baring their teeth, and squeaking.
At the same time, the orc girl also found me, her already desperate eyes suddenly gave birth to a glimmer of hope.
With a helpless groan, I held the iron sheet with a sorrowful expression on my face, stood up, looked sharply at the elite big-toothed mouse who found me, and said silently in my heart: "I'll call you sharp-eyed, let's see how I use it. The knife smashed you into a chrysanthemum!"
Naturally, there was nothing to communicate with Da Ya Mouse. Without a word, I held the iron sheet and cut it over.
Although the difference is only one level, the difference in strength is quite obvious.
Although I was bitten by a few of the big-toothed mice, the dozen big-toothed mice that targeted me turned into bursts of black smoke, leaving only clinking copper coins and worthless materials.
The battle seemed to have opened a gap from me, and more and more big-tooth rats came to me one after another. On the other hand, the orc girls eased a lot and began to show signs of counterattack.
My original intention was to kill the big tooth rat group, sneak to the orc girls and them, and then take this group of people to kill from the entrance, but I didn't want to, when I was wounded and finally killed their team , Not far away, the flashing eyes of the elite Tooth Mouse made me feel like falling into an ice cave.
In the count!
I can't wait to slap myself so hard that I ignore the wisdom of the elite!
My intention is good. If I can get in, I can definitely get out, but I have overlooked the number of big teeth rats.
With a quick squeak, more big-toothed rats gushing out of the tunnel again, densely filling the route I just killed, and the number is more than before, even more than doubled.
The look of despair once again filled the eyes of the orc girl, and more than that, this time, she also brought a deep apology to me.
She thinks that if it were not for her to greet me, I would not be in danger with them.
But I knew that even if she didn't greet me, I would still be in danger, because the sharp-eyed elite big tooth mouse would not let any adventurer go out.
Although the number of Big Tooth rats has soared several times, they still do not approach us easily. They will only choose to harass and attack us from time to time, disturb our attention, consume our physical strength, and shake our patience.
The only difference is that with the addition of me in the team, any rat with a big tooth that dared to break into my attack range will instantly turn into a cloud of black smoke.
With the passage of time, the number of sneak attacks by Tooth Mouse became more and more frequent, and the male players in the team became a little weak due to the exhaustion of physical strength and endurance, and the number of attacks became more and more.
"Sorry.."
The orc girl had red eyes, as if she was about to cry, she apologized to me, her skin was pale and helpless now.
"What silly to say... Be careful!"
I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't want a big tooth mouse to gnaw at her throat while she was not paying attention.
In a panic, I sprinted and blocked me, with the iron sheet in my hand slashing, and slashed at the big mouth of the big tooth mouse.
The iron piece is easily cut into the upper and lower jaws of the big tooth mouse and divides it into two pieces.
Before they fell to the ground, the two corpses of the big tooth mouse turned into a cloud of black smoke.
"Thanks... Behind you!"
The orc girl's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, she wanted to push me away, but it was too late.
At the same time, I also felt that a stinking gust of wind rushed towards my right neck.
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