Chapter 2961: The Never Returning Morning (36)

Chapter 2961: The Morning Never Ends 36
Under the protection of Mithril, the two carefully walked through the cave with acid rain and went deeper into the cave.
"Shouldn't the following reinforcements be melted by this acid rain cave?" Othello asked worriedly.
"They can take care of themselves, don't worry." Bediville said, while using the communicator to intermittently report the situation in the cave to King Arthur. But as they went deeper, the signal became worse and worse. The conversation was full of electronic noise, and it was almost impossible to communicate normally. Bediville could only make a long story short and explain what was happening in the cave as simply as possible.
"Is it a large cave again ..." Othello led the way through a cave corridor about thirty feet long and came to another cave. This cave is much wider than before, and you can't see the end of it when you look around. It looks like it can accommodate at least a thousand people.
In such a large cave, you can engage the enemy as much as you like, without being constrained by space. But again, this means that there may be a large number of enemies ambushing them in such places.
Those strange monsters in the mist just now, will they appear here too?
"What do you think of those monsters just now?" Before stepping into the vast cave, Bediville asked Othello vigilantly.
"I don't think much ... or I don't know how to look." The tiger man replied: "I was always hit inexplicably, and I didn't even know how I was injured."
"And the automatic defense ability of the whip is invalid, which is very strange." Bediville muttered: "If you encounter that kind of monster again, what should you do ..."
"One step is a step." Othello took a bold step forward: "It doesn't help if you stop. The longer you drag on, the more victims there are, right?"
"... You are right." The werewolf youth was dejected and took a step forward.
"Right, armor." Othello said suddenly.
"armor?"
"When I was attacked by those misty monsters just now, the parts of my body that were not protected by armor were repeatedly cut, but the areas protected by armor were not damaged. Maybe you can refer to it."
"Even if you say so, it is not realistic to ask me to find a heavy armor to wear ..." Bediville said that he suddenly terminated the conversation halfway, what did he think of.
It was also at this time that the two of them suddenly went into the cave.
Something came out of the ground. No, it came from all over, including the top of the cave.
It looks like a grayish-white object like a flower bud, and it looks like some kind of granulation. They begin to "bloom" slightly, and then spit out a fine but real mist around them. There are not many fogs emitted by each gray granulation, but they are numerous in number, occupying almost every part of the entire cave, and the gray mist they spray naturally diffuses quickly as a result.
Seeing this scene, Bedieville instantly understood. This place is the origin of the fog. The fog that spreads throughout the Romani territory probably came from this cave or other caves in the limestone.
They thought that escaping into the cave was a smart move, but actually went deeper into the enemy's trap.
"Don't wear this." Tiger man Han Othello took something from the pocket of the tactical belt and handed it over.
Bidewell took a look, it turned out to be a gas mask. And that's a full-cover gas mask. Even after wearing it, even the eyes will be covered by transparent bulletproof glass. While the mask covers the entire face, it also greatly restricts the field of vision.
"Is it useful to wear this kind of thing to this day?" Bediville said sadly, looking at the smoggy smoke.
"I have a hypothesis, I don't know if it is true. The smoke may have some hallucinogenic components, so that we inhaled smoke can see what we shouldn't see, but we can't see what we should see." Block it with a gas mask. Perhaps this is the breakthrough. "
Othello's assumption is almost the same as that of Academician Zuster. But Bediville doubted this assumption from the beginning.
"It's okay." But he did not think of a better way to get rid of the inexplicable smoke attack, so he had to act according to Othello's plan for the time being.
Although gas masks hinder vision, it is indeed inconvenient, but their vision was deceived by smoke from the beginning, and it makes no difference whether they wear masks or not. In this case, wearing is still a little stronger than not wearing.
The werewolf youth quickly put on the mask. He originally thought that the shape of the mask did not match his wolf mouth, and it would be very hard to wear. But there is indeed some kind of sub-space magic inside the mask. As long as it is put on the face, it naturally fits the shape of Bediville (or maybe the face of Bediville automatically fits the shape of the mask).
Bediville remembered that the knight armor of Great Britain had similar technology. Knight armor is mass-produced. Most knights use the same body armor, but because of the subspace magic inside the armor, no matter whether the knights are tall and thin, It fits into the armor. Only a small number of particularly tall knights will customize their own burly body armor because they worry that the size of the armor and their body size are too large, which will affect their normal actions. It is generally done by the Golden Knight or above, because the custom armor requires the Knights to pay for themselves. The cost of a specially tailored set of armor is said to be astronomical.
"Yes, there is a button on the right side of the mask to turn on the infrared heat detector." Othello also put on the mask over there. After putting his tiger face in the gas mask, it looks a little funny: "I do n’t know if it is useful Anyway, open it first. "
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"Got it." Bediville replied vaguely. The gas mask made his voice cloudy.
When he turned on the heat detector, the mist around him became more diffuse. Because the mist spreads and accumulates in places where the space is limited, such as caves, the visibility is getting lower and lower, which is probably less than ten yards. Bediville could see Othello around him, it was already the limit.
Those monsters in the fog haven't appeared yet. But they may appear sooner or later.
"You answered me honestly," Bediville was a little unhappy. "The technology of this gas mask is not the technology that the orc coalition should have. Where did you get the equipment?"
"Hah ... do you look down on the Orc Alliance?" Othello smirked, his voice coming through the gas mask, which sounded slightly taunting: "But you are right, some of the equipment is from Great Britain Military aids. "
"Great Britain is helping you? Really?"
"It's probably a cooperative relationship. I don't understand the specifics. I'm just a small battlefield commander. It's impossible to know what the big guys above think." Othello replied.
"You just appeared with His Majesty King Arthur in the same boat ..." Bediville murmured softly. He thought what special big man Othello was.
"That's just because ... I was a survivor of Lviv's kidnapping. And everyone else was kidnapped." Othello replied: "So there is only one on Skid Platni's ark My Majesty King Arthur and I are both. "
"Understood. The reason is that I will ask later." Bediville saw some movement in the mist, and the chatter quickly stopped: "I'm coming, be careful!"
When the concentration of the fog reaches a certain level, some translucent shadows begin to form in the fog.
As before, these weird haze monsters looked like all kinds of Warcraft in Bedyville's eyes. And he bet that these monsters must look like the cyclops he described before in Othello's eyes.
Sure enough, it doesn't matter if there is inhalation of fog, those things just appear in the fog out of thin air, even the gas mask can't stop it.
However, the infrared heat detector of the gas mask helped a lot, and Bediville saw what he had not seen before.
Some red flying fish swimming in the mist.
Flying fish ... This statement seems a bit strange. But this is indeed the vocabulary that came out of Bediville's mind at the moment of seeing those things. In fact, those things are more like slugs than so-called "fish". They swim freely in the air, in the mist, and change shape, but their size is basically unchanged, about the size of a slap, and most of the time it is flat.
"Did you see it?" Bediville asked.
"Ah, see." Othello replied: "Is this the true face of the monster in the mist."
Bediville remembered the various cuts he had just cut. The wounds are very shallow, as if cut by a very blunt knife. By comparing the size of these "flying fish" in front of them, it is almost certain that these "flying fish" invisible in the fog are the culprits that hurt them before.
So those "fog monsters" with uncertain forms are all illusions, and it is these small flying fish-like things that are really attacking them.
Must tell Arthur about it.
"Can you hear it? Your Majesty? Arthur?" Bediville tried to contact the Dawn and Skid Platney's Ark, but they went deep into the cave, and the communication system was completely out of use.
"Do you want to go back?" Othello was armed with a sword. "First tell this important information to the people on the ship?"
"No, it's too late to go back now." Bediville picked up his weapon and used the Mithril fluid to transform into countless spiral vertebrae in midair: "First fight with these monsters. Wait for the reinforcements to arrive, and then use this information Tell them and let one of them go back to the hole to report. "
It has been more than ten minutes since they arrived at the limestone platform. It is reasonable to say that the crew on the Dawn should have reached the surface of the limestone platform. They may be fighting the ghosts in the fog, although they touch I did n’t know what to do, and I did n’t know that it was these "flying fishes" who actually attacked them, but the crew of Bediville must have moved towards the cave according to the road signs left by the werewolf youth. It is wise to eliminate these "flying fishes" as much as possible here until the reinforcements arrive.
At least, he was so calculated. It's another matter how the plan actually executes.
As soon as he waved his hands, the mitral silver spiral vertebrae screamed out like a storm and hit the flying fish. Bediville wanted to preemptively kill the monsters as much as possible before the flying fish had found them and attacked.
However, his calculations failed again.
The mitral silver spiral vertebrae hit nothing at all. The trajectory of the attack is correct, but the sharp vertebrae pass through the red flying fish as if penetrating the air, all attacks are invalid!
"Hey, are you kidding me? Are these monsters invincible ?!" Bediville couldn't help but spit, angrily.
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