Chapter 1143: Lost in Oasis (25)

Chapter 1143 The Lost Oasis in the Twenty-five
Bedyville raised his whip and squatted on the ground, sweeping along the ground.
Hey! First, the noise is coming from somewhere in the nearby lawn.
Hey! Next, there were countless unusual noises on the lawn, all of which were triggered by the flytrap trap.
"Oh, use the whip to explore the road?" Tristan looked at the action of the werewolf and curiously asked, "Isn't it afraid that the whip is caught?"
Bedieville sneered, not answering the stupid question of the fisherman prince. His tortoise whip is as thick as two thumbs, and the cross section can be said to be very small. It is difficult for those flytraps to catch it smoothly, and even if it is unfortunately caught, the smooth shape and hard and flexible texture of the tortoise whip can make it retreat and will not be damaged by the flytrap.
Most importantly, the whip sweeps across the ground at very high speeds, and the wind pressure it causes is the main cause of the trap. Although the flytrap traps are powerful, they have a momentary delay from the inductive shock to the gripping process. This momentary delay is enough for Bettiville's whip to pass.
Hey! Numerous traps are triggered by the whip, and the continuous noise is heard on the entire grass. It is known that the number of traps is at least three digits. Do not tempted, they still do not know that this grass is full of murder!
"Family!" Cui Stein’s forehead is bright and spleen, and he is angry and screams: "This is completely a minefield! I have prepared so many traps for the dark man!"
At this time, the werewolf finally couldn't help but vomit the impulse: "Please, aren't you a prince? It's so easy to start your temper. Is your courtesy and cultivation pre-installed in front of people?"
I didn't expect this unintentional spit to poke in the death of Tristan. The fisherman prince immediately retorted: "Yes, I am a prince. It is the duty of the royal family to pretend to be noble. It is for the public image. What can I do? Do you dare to say that you are not equipped, whether it is before or alone, is it a kind? Now it seems that you are an individual, maybe you are wearing a pair of pants in your own home, lazy on the sofa and drinking beer. It."
Unexpectedly, this unintentional speculation just happened to poke the death of Bediville. The werewolf was full of smoke and the anger was about to erupt. But he suddenly thought of the agreement [not quarreling with Tristan], so he immediately suppressed his anger: "I don't want to quarrel with you, this topic is better to stop here."
"Speaking?" Tristan shook a sneer sneer.
"Perhaps. Ren Jun guess." Bedyville was too lazy to discuss with the fisherman prince.
(In fact, it is said.)
"Where, it really is a lazy man." Seeing the werewolf is retreating, Tristan is ridiculously ridiculous.
"Shut up." Bettiville was cold and authentic.
"Just tell the truth, what dissatisfaction do you have?"
"No! Just - give me a quieter!" Biddyville yelled. "You didn't hear anything again?"
"I? No." The fisherman prince knew that the hearing was not as sensitive as the werewolf: "Is that your job that was responsible for being an alert?"
"So you can say less, let me concentrate on the warning?" Bettiville had the feeling that his whole body was drained. The conversation with Tristan is simply overwhelming and makes people tired and half dead.
Tristan just wanted to say something, but a voice interrupted him.
嗡嗡嗡嗡嗡嗡嗡嗡嗡嗡嗡嗡嗡嗡嗡
It is a low, continuous, and annoying muffle. A roar.
More correctly, it is the sound of insects flapping their wings.
However, that thing sounds wonderful, it is full of oppression. Judging from this wonderful sound, this roaring thing is either very huge or very close to two people.
Or, both are! !
"Put down!!" Biddyville shouted. Behind him, Tristan almost fell to the ground at the same time as the werewolf, to dodge the enemy's next raid!
Fortunately, there is such a quick and sloppy squat, otherwise the two men’s heads may be moving now! A huge thing hits the two at high speed and raises a certain wind pressure that can barely be seen with the naked eye. It has been cut from the tip of Bediville's ear and cut from the tip of Tristan's hair!
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The wind distort the air and form an incomparably sharp vacuum blade. Not only cut a few fluffs from the tip of Bedyville's ear, but also cut off Tristan's blond hair and scared them cold and sweaty. Take it!
No, what really made Bedieville horrified was not the vacuum blade attack that was so hard to see!
What really made Bedieville horrified was that the opponent came straight to the face, but the werewolf could not see it at all! That thing seems to be invisible! Even the whistling sound of the insects is only heard about five yards away. The invisible monster was just secretly lurking to the place of five yards in front of the two, and then approached from that distance with a high speed!
And it did not succeed in a sneak attack, and immediately disappeared, completely lurking in the woods, preparing for the next assassination!
What a joke! This is simply an invisible guillotine!
In the end, where is the sacredness, even close to the distance of only five yards from the front, the werewolf with excellent vision can not see it at all? !
Is it illusion, stealth, or stealing spells? !
They should face the fierce plants in this area of ​​biochemical crisis. The opponent is just a plant with no brains and extremely low intelligence. Can such a ghost thing use magic? !
No, not necessarily magic. It is still too early to make a conclusion.
Bedyville kept his knees on the ground, half hidden in the weeds on the ground: "Don't be stupid, keep this position and run forward!"
"Are you crazy?! This is a minefield full of traps!"
"My whip will detect all the traps. As long as we don't run too fast, we can find a safe road!" Bettiville has begun to move forward. He crouched in a half-crouching position, and his left hand was able to lift the tortoise whip in an awkward position, and the whip was swept open in the front fan-shaped range.
Hey! The sound of the trap being triggered is one after another, but relatively sporadic. The flytrap trap on the grass is less dense.
"Hey, will that invisible thing catch up with us?" Tristan also ran around behind the werewolf and lowered his voice and asked: "Is this speed really no problem?"
The werewolf did not answer. He is now moving his mind while sweeping the mine. Even the strength of the answer is to save.
In fact, this is already the maximum speed at which they can move safely. Running fast, the tungsten tortoise whip is too late to mine, they are likely to step on the trap of the flytrap, break one foot, and then catch up with the invisible killer.
Betdiville can only expect that the opponent's movement speed will not be much faster, they have the opportunity to escape smoothly, and finally find a countermeasure. The monster wants to stay invisible and sneak down. It is estimated that it is impossible to move too fast.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! The sound of the trap of the flytrap trap is still coming from the grass in front. The werewolf and the fisherman prince continued to crouch forward, passing by countless trapped flytraps at a slower pace than usual.
Hey! The roar of the people behind them is getting closer and closer, and the invisible monsters are clearly chasing them, and the distance between the two is getting closer!
No! To escape at this pace, being caught up is only a matter of time! Tristan put his hand on the shoulder of the werewolf, letting Bediville take care of the navigation, while the prince of the fisherman looked back and looked back, trying to find out the enemy's posture and counterattack.
As Bediwell conjectured, the thing couldn’t move very fast, perhaps just a little faster than Beddyville’s crouching forward –
But its stealth is completely flawless!
Although I don't know what tricks I used, I heard from the sound that it is definitely less than ten yards away from Tristan. At such a close distance, the fisherman prince still can't see it!
The darkness of the forest does have a little impact on the vision, but Tristan's vision is not bad, and the little impact of environmental factors is inherently insignificant. The result is still because the monster's stealth is really amazing!
Originally, since this thing flies in the air, even if the use of the whole body becomes invisible, it will at least be exposed because of the air flow caused by its flapping wings or the swing of the surrounding grass. No, nothing! Even if Tristan squinted and stared, the air in that direction was still calm, and no flaws could be seen! Even the grass in the vicinity did not respond, and there was no abnormality in the swing of the vegetation!
What principle does it fly in the air, and what principle does it counteract the air flow and distortion that should have been inevitable during flight? This is really amazing, and it is completely impossible to understand with normal logic!
Not only is there no flaws in the visual, but even the flaws in the hearing are subtly concealed by it! Its fluttering sound seems to have a diffusing effect. Although the direction of the monster can be roughly determined from the sound source, the sound sounds like it comes from a huge ball inside, and it has been echoed many times in the sphere, and the echo is repeated. Spread out in a random spread.
This diffused sound source is incomparably complex and unpredictable, and even the hearing-sensitive Bediville can't accurately determine the location of the enemy!
This guy's invisibility is superb! It is a perfect monster specially designed for latent assassinations!