Chapter 1142: Lost in Oasis (24)

Chapter 1142 The Lost Oasis in the Oasis
~ Come on. ~
The voice was long and ethereal, like a cloud, like a haze, invisibly and colorlessly drifting into the minds of two people.
~ Come here, in the center of the forest. ~
That is still a telepathy. Because it is a telepathy that is directly introduced into the minds of the people, it has no sound source. Even Evan shook his head and couldn't determine the location of the thing.
On the ground, a "road" was lit out of thin air. A forest-like path made up of countless bioluminescent mushrooms along the way.
It can't be said to be gloomy, but it exudes a strange and dangerous atmosphere.
"This is definitely a trap, sire." Ivan advised with concern.
The Cavalier King did not agree with his face: "Since the opponent has already written a book, knowing that it is a trap, you must go to meet him."
He patted his shoulders and destroyed the last low-temperature flame on his body. He ordered the equipment: "Go. The hide-and-seek tonight is enough, and it's time to make a knot for it."
"I can't stand it." Half Dragon Youth sighed and patted a few times, removed the dust stuck to his body, and walked with the Cavaliers.
Also in the forest in the zero isolation zone, the west wing of the forest, about thirty minutes ago.
Bedyville and Tristan walked in the forest, silent all the way, and the atmosphere was very dignified. The two did not agree with each other, and there was no common language. Plus, now they are left alone. The atmosphere will be strange.
And they all agreed to King Arthur and would not quarrel with each other during the mission. When the two guys were together, they had to quarrel in addition to quarreling. If they couldn’t quarrel, even the conversation could not begin, and they had to keep silent.
The forest was quiet, and there was no encounter with the enemy along the way. It was really boring. Beddyville finally couldn’t stand it. He said nothing when he was looking for something: "Oh, yes, this is for you."
He took out two l-shaped iron rods from his pocket and handed them to Tristan. That is the treasure of the mermaid family, the metal detector.
It was before King Arthur asked Bedyville to use these two metal detectors to find the city of the dead, but the werewolf found a golden treasure boat - the boat of the desert. As a result, in the midst of chaos, the werewolves have not had time to return the two iron rods to their owners, the fisherman Prince Tristan.
Now that they are alone, they are lacking in topics. Bediville just remembered this thing and took it out to the original owner.
"Oh." Tristan took the two l-shaped irons and quickly glanced at them. After confirming that they were not damaged, the fisherman prince glanced at the back of the werewolf walking in front of him and said to himself: "I still don't understand it until now. These two metal detectors are obviously precision instruments, they are only It will react to people who have blood in the mermaid royal family. Why do you guys like you use them?"
"The guys like me can actually use them, and I am really sorry." Bedyville said with a depressed head. He didn't want to quarrel, so he returned with a lack of energy, so as not to touch the nerves of the fragile fisherman's prince, and let the other side suffer from neuropathy.
But the werewolf finally wanted to understand something. Tristan used "blood" before, but this time he said "blood." Thanks to this, Bediville wanted to understand the real reason why he could use these two metal detectors.
"Is this guy you guys--" Seeing that Biddiville remained silent, Tristan began to speculate: "Do you really have the pedigree of the mermaid royal family? Is your mother a mermaid?"
"No, no," did not wait for Bedieville to answer, Tristan immediately denied his guess: "The mermaid will always only produce mermaid, or fish. Even if you were born as a fisherman (male mermaid), It is impossible to become a dog -"
"It's a wolf. Do you want to quarrel?" There is a vague blue vein on the forehead of the werewolf. Of course, no one can see this blue vein: "I am a pure-blooded werewolf, my parents are werewolves, and the mermaid is completely devoid of The relationship. Your kid can not waste time guessing."
"but--"
"The reason is actually very simple, that is, your two stupid iron sticks are broken. Before they fall into my hands, their ability to identify themselves is not normal, so they don't care whether I have the mermaid royal family or not. Just give me the service."
The fisherman prince shook his head: "Nonsense. When Ivan took this, it did not respond."
"Don't care about this detail!" The werewolf was too lazy to continue to argue with Tristan, just to perfuse the past.
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"Hey!" Tristan was very dissatisfied, but he didn't get angry. He said that he did not quarrel with the werewolf and said that he would do it.
Hey! When the two talked distracted, Tristan just stepped on something. The sound of something like a sharp scissors cut at his feet is very scary!
"Damn!" Tristan groaned angrily, looking down.
There is a huge plant like a flytrap on the ground, and its fat, jagged blades have clamped Tristan's left foot! That powerful force even put a sharp needle on the blade into it!
Fortunately, the fisherman prince is dressed in a well-made armor. His leg armor came in handy at this juncture, largely blocking the spikes of the flytrap!
Otherwise, stepping on the trap is enough to break the left leg of the fisherman's prince!
"Hey! Mix things!" Tristan still screamed and yelled. At this moment, he behaved like a rogue, and he could not reflect the noble princely style.
"Don't move!" Bettiville looked at the huge flytrap and tried to find a way to save Tristan. But it is very tightly clamped, and it is estimated that it will only stimulate it, and it will be clamped tighter, crushing Tristan's left foot.
Burn with fire? No. If the fire spreads, I am afraid that the flytrap will be burnt together with the fisherman's left foot.
I can't do it, I can't burn it. Bediville didn't have a idea for a while.
Instead, the fisherman prince himself first rescued himself: "You let go, I think of it!"
He bit his teeth and pulled out the sword. It was a well-made long sword with a plug-in on it, which was very high-tech.
When Tristan didn't say anything, he stabbed the trap between the flytraps and stabbed it. The flytrap was stimulated and tightened tighter.
"Hey!!" The prince of the fisherman still screamed at the bottom of the product, reluctantly pulled the trigger on the hilt.
Hey! ! A burst of gas spurted out, a sharp and long sound, the white liquid nitrogen sprayed along the blade, from the hole of the insert, and shot above the flytrap.
The plug-in was originally a device for jetting frozen aerosols. Tristan seems to have a soft spot for frozen-weapons, and has been using something similar.
He also has a soft spot for another weapon. The fisherman prince buckled the other handle on the hilt, hehe! A sharp roar sounded and the whole sword became like a tuning fork. However, it is not pronounced. It actually has a super-vibration in the microscopic world. It trembles back and forth with amazing frequency and very small amplitude!
Oh! The flytrap caught in the left foot of Tristan instantly spattered, and the fisherman prince went smoothly! It is one of Tristan's tactics to freeze the object and smash it with super-vibration. This is just the simplest physical phenomenon, no magical changes. However, it is also very simple and violent. It is effective against most of the opponents. It is a nearly universal strategy.
Bedieville was a bit worried that Tristan's left foot would be crushed together, but his fears were superfluous. The fisherman's prince's body is incredibly cold-resistant, and the liquid nitrogen freezing gas just can't freeze his foot. There is still blood flowing in his left foot, and the body has a certain softness and will not collapse under high frequency vibration. Instead, his leg armor, an armor made of a special hard alloy, broke through the cold and high-frequency vibrations, and the end was like the flytrap.
"It’s a pity." Bettiville shouted. It was originally a good armor, and I didn't expect it to be destroyed.
"It’s a pity." Tristan removed the broken piece of the armor from his left leg and wrapped the injured left foot with the bandage in the medical kit: "It has been pierced and damaged, and even if it continues to wear, It only affects action."
However, his right foot is still wearing a leg armor, while the weight of one side is very light and affects the balance of the body. The fisherman prince simply removed the leg of his right foot and wrapped it thickly with a bandage. He is now wearing a pair of lightweight "bandage shoes" that look a bit funny.
"I thought you were a decent prince." The werewolf whispered.
"In this ghost place where no one sees it, what is the use of decent." Tristan said coldly and coldly: "Now it is good, I have no leg guards, and I will be caught in the same trap next time." When you arrive, you will lose a leg. You better think of a way to prevent this."
"I am responsible?" Bedieville was very upset.
"Of course it is your responsibility, you don't have a stupid wolf at all! I was originally responsible for the warning, but Ivan and Arthur were in the next group. Now you are responsible for the alert. You should try to come up with a plan as soon as possible. Come!"
"But how should it be?" The werewolf thought about his head. If he is alone, the matter is much simpler. He can use the tungsten tortoise whip to fly back and forth on the tree, and there is no need to land. But now that there is more cumbersome, he can't take Tristan's swing together and must think of individual methods.
The werewolf clenched his whip and suddenly thought of a solution.