Chapter 1041: Hunting in Shahai (15)

Chapter 1041 Hunting in the Shahai Fifteen
"Damn! What have you stolen?" Werewolf Bedieville picked up his clothes and asked nervously.
"Pants, pants!" Elaine's face was unbearable and embarrassing.
"It's okay!" Seglad picked up his rifle and shield and threw the shirt to the white bear: "My gun and shield are still smashing!"
The werewolf took another look at Elaine’s luggage, and the White Bear’s big shield and rhinoceros sword were still there. The two thieves are teenagers, and they can't take the heavy equipment of SGLID and Elaine with their physical strength.
As a result, the biggest loss was only Bediville. His lizard dagger and tortoise whip have been stolen, and there is no weapon in his hand. I can't help but feel a little uneasy!
Seglad gave the rifle to Bediville: "Want to chase?"
"Of course you have to chase!" The werewolf was arrogant.
It’s not a big deal to lose the lizard short sword, but Bettiville’s tortoise whip can respond to the power of his left arm prosthetic, and it’s the
best
weapon that is as easy as a tentacle! How can this be lost!
Bedyville vaguely recognized the smell of the two thieves. The sun in the desert slowly melts and erodes everything with high temperature, so that the surrounding air is filled with a rotten smell. Even a wolf with a sensitive sense of smell can't distinguish the specific smell left by someone for a long time. In other words, the pursuit of thieves can only be done now.
"Yeah." Elaine wrapped his shirt around his waist and shy, and climbed up very slyly: "First, you must chase your pants back!"
"Do you mind this?" Biddyville was a little displeased: "Is it really good to wear this way?"
He looked at Elaine: a white bear who wore only a pair of crotch, waist around his shirt, and the upper body but did not wear anything, looked a little abnormal.
"Don't, don't laugh!" The white bear cried and laughed.
When the three men packed up the equipment, they flew up and pursued the smell of the thieves and went deep into the slums of Zwar.
At the same time, the two thief brothers also turned to a number of alleys, through the ruined and intricate buildings of the slums, to a place like an underground cave.
"Uncle!" one of the little ghosts shouted: "Get something good! Have a meal tonight?"
"Oh?" A man with a hunchback and a broken cloak came out of the darkness. He was called the uncle by the child, but his appearance is more like an old and frail old man.
"What good thing?" The "Uncle" tone asked plainly.
"This!" The child happily waved the whip and replied in his very bad English: "The treasure! Treasure! The fool is holding this, (like) the tentacle (control free)!"
"Really, Matt?" The man in the cloak sullenly said that he did not believe it.
"Really! Look!" The child waved the tortoise whip: "Move! Move! Let me move!!"
Swing, swing again! The teenager constantly waved the whip, but the tortoise whip seemed to be dead, and he only swayed a few times when the young man's little hand waved, completely without the prestige in the hands of the werewolf.
"Hey~!?" The thief boy said incredulously: "Why not move? This is not the same as what you see!"
He thought that Bettiville's whip could be controlled as much as he could, at least he saw the werewolf calling the whip.
But in fact, the tortoise whip certainly does not simply respond to the user's request. It is not a high-tech weapon, and it is impossible to move independently with the will of the user. Only Beddyville can make it move - and it is driven by the electric power of the werewolf's left arm prosthetic.
"Oh... this rotten thing!" The teenager slammed the whip on the ground. If you can't move on your own, this whip is just a strange whip made up of the ribs of unknown monsters. Not only does it have little lethality, but it can also be ugly.
Looking at the thief boy in the ugly, the man in the cloak was unhappy with a sigh: "Matt, lying is a bad habit. Then, as punishment, you have no food tonight - you, Jiut? What is the harvest?"
"This, this." Another thief juvenile took out his [harvest]: Elaine's pants, and Bediville's lizard dagger.
The blood-stained trousers didn't have much value. When the teenager took it out, he thought it was ridiculous. He immediately took it back; and the hand-made dagger seemed to be worth a lot of money. No problem?
auzw.com The teenager is very worried, afraid that he will be treated the same as his younger brother. He trembled and asked: "I can... eat it?"
"Oh!" The man looked at the short sword and went out as if he had seen the masterpiece of a famous teacher. He grabbed the short sword in the boy's hand and carefully looked at it with his dry, wrinkled hand, while constantly whispering: "This is... this is! This work! This fine Degree! This is just the right polish and inlay! This clever curve! This is... God!"
"Hey?!" The thief boy named Jiutte was very surprised. I didn't expect this kind of earthen weapon to be so highly valued by men. This is the first time in the various treasures stolen by the child's thief.
"Then, can I have dinner?"
"Go to the kitchen, you can eat as much as you can, eat enough!" The cloak man seems very happy: "Retreat!"
"Matt!" Jiu Te called, "Come together!"
"Brother!" The other thief boy was grateful and wanted to keep up.
"Slow!" The cloak man stopped the thief brother: "Jut, you can eat, but he can't. I don't have food to help the lie!"
"Yes, but!" The thief’s brother’s brother waved his hand and protested, perhaps because he was not very likely to speak, and could only express his feelings in such a bad body language.
The cloak man seems to be very stubborn: "Less nonsense! You either have to eat yourself, leave Matt no matter; or don't eat both, hungry tonight!"
"There is still a choice: don't eat anything, give me my weapons!" Brady's roar came from outside the cave.
"What?" The cloak man was taken aback and watched the three figures rush into the cave. They quickly blamed the two thief teenagers: "You have not confirmed whether you have been tracked?"
"Yes, yes?!" Kurt said innocently: "(We) obviously turned (over) a lot of alleys (get rid of tracking)! How could it be (someone will follow)?!"
"It's not their fault, the old man." Biddyville walked into the underground cave with his face full of anger: "The noses of our orcs are so sensitive that you can take you from any corner of the city by scent tracking. Excavated, do you think you can escape?!"
"Oh?" The man in the cloak smiled in disapproval and raised the dagger dagger: "This kind of thing, don't try to know?"
Seglad and Elaine had planned to attack and besieged the hunchback man with Bediville. But the werewolf quickly shouted: "Don't come over, I will meet him personally!"
Bedyville said that this sentence is not out of his own conceit. Not also. He saw the unusualness of the man from the footsteps and posture of the humpback man, and suddenly he was shocked that the man was a swordsman! If Slaged and Elaine attacked in the unknown, they would be violently countered by the man and they would be seriously injured. In the presence of the people, I am afraid that only the skills of Bediville can fight with the humpback man!
Being so drunk by Bedieville, the Leopard youth and the White Bears stopped their steps. Seglader threw the shield in his hand to Bedieville: "Come on!"
It’s a good companion, and in a word, they can make them feel good. Bediville secretly praised SGLID and Elaine, and also handed the shield and the gun to challenge the mysterious man: "The old man, return my equipment to me, so I can spare you." Life!"
"Hahaha, I am afraid it is impossible." The old man with the hunchback and Bedyville squatted, and the two slowly walked around, centering around an invisible point.
"Can you ask a question?" The cloak man added before the shot, his eyes staring at the rifle and shield in the hands of the werewolf: "This is a good sword, and the gun shield in your hand is just as good. Are you making it yourself?"
This sentence made Bedieville warn. He was afraid that the man in the cloak would play the bad idea of ​​Segrad and quickly put everything in his body: "Yes... what? What do you want to do to me?"
"If it is, then the old man will praise you for a moment! You do have a pair of skillful hands. It’s a pity that these clever hands are abolished! Rest assured, I won’t kill you, I won’t hurt you when I’m out. The hand - at most, cut off your two legs!"
A blue vein emerged from the forehead of the werewolf. In the face of such a shameful shame, the werewolf calmed down: "A big tone, old man!"
But he knows that the other party is not talking about it. The old man in front of Bediville may be really like a hunchback and an old-fashioned clock on the surface, but the footsteps of this guy are unusually stable. Every move is an inch, and the figure is as quiet as a windless mountain!
I have encountered such top swordsman in this place!
Tens of thousands, no, hundreds of thousands of battles. This guy probably has experienced too many killing experiences, blood baptism, and more than 10 million enemies killed by him. With skill, the werewolf and the old man have a cloud difference!
If the magic is not sealed, Bedyville can still use madness and one battle - whether it can win or not is an unknown number.
But now, the werewolf can only rely on his own swordsmanship to win, facing the superb old monsters of this swordsmanship, but Beddyville has no bottom!
... can only be the scalp!
Bediville stabbed a shot and attacked the old man's face!