Chapter 411: Euclahill (8)

When Caesar left the half-planar space, Sharo had already waited one step.
As an ancient Jinlong with endless knowledge and knowledge, it would be strange if he could not get rid of the alien space in a short period of time, and it is expected that his way out of the half plane would be easier than Caesar.
There was no communication between the two sides. Caesar looked up, and there were already three heads of viper servants on the ridge where the crowd had stood before. He looked around again. These viper monsters were surrounded from all sides in a little while-leaving the half plane alive. The only target they attack, especially Caesar, who is not low-key, attracts these servants of the nine serpents like a fire candle in the night.
Caesar could almost hear the Hydra screaming in his head with hatred, but he didn't consider this issue, and sooner or later the two sides would meet, although more magic servants and the kind called "Monet" might be encountered along the way. "Derivatives."
"correct."
Thinking of the derivative, Caesar raised his head to relax the cervical spine, stretched his hands and pinched the back of his neck, and said to Sharo, "Did you just have a derivative over there?"
Sharo didn't ask what the spawn was, but shook his head directly: "No, we only encountered viper servants, withered beasts, and twisted mutant hunting thorn flowers. There were no monsters called spawns."
Caesar replied, without continuing the topic, the three-headed viper servants had moved closer, they had low intelligence, and stood up half-heartedly to make a hissing threat to the crowd.
In a sense, these viper servants are not the puppets of the nine-headed snake, but a separate species, but they are enslaved and distorted by some method, just like the black dragon did to some northern clans. Like that.
Sharo stroked the sword in his hand, and a golden light in the air shrank some monsters a little, but when he just wanted to take this opportunity to say a few words to the adventurer next to him, the viper servant roared low and pounced on it. .
court death!
Sharo's anger came very easily. He made a ten-meter long jump with a single leap, his foot fell to the ground, and his upper body was in the most standard attack posture.
The old skills reapplied, swept across.
The sword fell too far.
Without any minor mistakes, the three-headed Viper servants were headed by the same sword.
Caesar glanced at it. He was really far from Jinlong in using humanoid camouflage to fight. This level is judged by the standard of human swordsman masters. Sharo's memory does not say perfection, at least It can also be called clean and neat. It seems that there is not much to do to disguise as a human, and it is quite familiar.
However, he has too many flaws, not to mention superb magic, sharp swordsmanship, and outstanding knowledge. The problem of "breaking evil cuts" that appears three or five times in this book is enough. Although the energy has been reduced and the camouflage has been made, the real The person who knows can still see through at a glance.
Forget it, whatever.
Solving the three-headed viper servant is not the end. In the distant depression, countless giant spiders are drilling out of the crypt. They soon filled the depression, but the gush did not stop. New spiders, still active, emerged, stacking up layer by layer to fill the depressions.
"It's them! It's they that killed the army of the Kingdom of Ebou."
The leader of the camp screamed, his voice trembling involuntarily: "I saw with my own eyes these spiders lay their eggs in the stomach of the dead, and they have become more!"
"Naiyou spider."
Charrow's eyes became sharp: "No country in Eradia can have any written records about them, and I thought they had become extinct thousands of years ago."
"Let me think."
While these various forms of spiders had not yet launched an attack, Sharoduo said a few words. He slightly raised his head, his pupils looked divergently into the sky, and he seemed to be pursuing a long-term memory in his mind: "The Kingdom of Ebu, Thorns Mountain. A long, long time ago, this is the place of prosperity after Dorema ... "
I did n’t have a chance to finish the backstory, because the opposite army of spiders has completed integration. A huge, six-footed monster stood at the forefront of the army. It looks like a beetle that has been magnified thousands of times, with sharp angles. Extending from the nose, the body is mostly purple, the back and tail are covered with cyan, and the end of the edge of the body has a dark golden pattern.
"I am a Monet derivative, Monet Anub'arak."
It stood on its four feet and completely stood up. It first introduced its identity in archaic language, and then turned to Nai Yu, who was incomprehensible to his opponent: "For revival, attack!"
As soon as the voice fell, a black wall was rapidly zooming in with the speed visible to the naked eye. In a hurry, even the gray sun above the head could disappear, a sound like the rubbing of millions of iron swords on thousands of gravels. Biological brain.
A psionic barrier was raised in front of Caesar, and two people slightly away from him fell slammed into the mud, without their heads, and blood spewed from his neck.
"These spiders know magic!" Sharo roared, angered and bruised, and pulled out his sword: "Adventure, fight with me!"
The horror and anger of others nearby had nothing to do with him. Caesar only saw that behind the spider army, the black walls stood tall. That was the reality behind the fantasy. This place has more than underground caves and underground passages. They also plan to build in the above-ground world. A city.
"Who you are and what you want to do has nothing to do with me."
He said calmly, a penetrating voice crossed the hustle and bustle of the battlefield: "Hand over Euclashir, I will leave, and maybe we still have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."
"Mighty outsider, I know you killed Monet Barlow ~ EbookFREE.me ~ said the giant beetle Anub'arak standing on top of the layered Spider Mountain said:" But Eukrahill is what we call It is also the heart of the city that we prepared. If you want, just pick it up! "
"it is good."
Caesar nodded. Unlike Salo, who kept his defensive posture, he stepped on the black land with one foot, and started to move forward, with psionic flames around his body.
The cobweb spattered head-to-head, and there were ground spikes, rockbursts, and lightning, but they were all divided in half in front of Caesar, and disappeared left and right. When the storm-like attack in front of Caesar was as helpless as a defeated ghost, he Cheers were heard from adventurers who were far away.
"Fight, fight!"
After discovering that the spell method was invalid, the spiders screamed and rushed up, exposing their mouthpieces and forefoot that were soaked with venom, and issued a roar full of disagreement with their identity: "The flesh is like grass, my body is like Knife. Fight! Fight! "
Caesar didn't care, but Salo chewed this sentence repeatedly, feeling like he had known each other: "The flesh is like grass, my body is like a knife ... my flesh is like a grass, my body is like a knife ..."
Immediately, he suddenly realized that his expression became horrified, and the fear in his eyes was like the midnight haze lingering: "This is the vow of the ancient race Quildore. How did these first-generation spiders know and understand?"