Chapter 43: Choice of Forking Road

I nudged it step by step, the rock in my hand was held tightly by me, and I was sweating.
I kept beating the drums in my heart, and my mind was full of fierce battle scenes that might happen for a while.
When I got closer, I swallowed dryly, and there was a slight noise in my throat, but it scared me into a cold sweat.
1. . 2. .
I read silently in my heart.
3!
Huh!
I roared, holding the stone, and leaping over it.
However, after seeing the situation inside the rock clearly, I fell into a deep sluggishness, with three thick black lines hanging down on my forehead.
With a bang, I fell heavily to the ground, my eyes still staring at it.
The corners of my mouth twitched, my eyelids jumped wildly, and my entire face seemed to have an incredible expression, and it took a long time to let out an exclamation.
Nani!
In front of my eyes, on the inside of the rock, there are no adventurers or monsters, only a broken arm with fresh blood, lying there alone, lightly holding this delicate sword in his hand, the tip of the sword is not partial. Yi's growth is more than two inches, and it happens to be visible at my position just now.
Hey, this is an oolong trouble!
I exhaled and patted my forehead very upset.
Looking at this arm carefully, I feel a little familiar. Although the cowhide sleeves on the outside are broken, the texture is absolutely fine, coupled with the knight-sized sword in his hand. .
Isn't this Quincy's arm!
Before the fall, he still wanted to use this sword to chop me down, I said how familiar it looks.
I gloated, squatted down, stabbed the hand holding the sword with a stone, with a smirk on my face: "Aren't you a smart person? Why do you have one arm left? Come on, come on, hack me, come on. Come on~~~"
After entertaining myself for a while, I boringly threw away the stones, picked up the sword in my stumped arm, and held the hilt. The hand feels good, and the weight is a bit light.
The thumb clasped the and flicked the sword hard, with a crisp ding sound, and the sound was straight and sharp, made of stainless steel.
Really extravagant. .
I secretly said in my heart.
Weapons made of stainless steel are more common on the market, but because their work is more time-consuming and laborious, the price will be higher.
Generally, a high-quality stainless steel long sword needs at least the price of a gold coin, and the knight sword in my hand, regardless of its texture or appearance, is not top-grade, but it exceeds the level of medium-grade. Seventy silver coins.
made money!
The knight sword circled in my hand, slashing twice out of thin air, listening to the sound of hooting, I nodded in satisfaction.
The weapon is there, although it is not very good, but it is much better than hand-to-hand combat.
Holding the knight sword, he continued to walk deeper into the tunnel.
I didn't encounter any monsters along the way, but I still couldn't feel at ease.
It's been a long time since you broke into the dungeon. No matter which floor, even in the dark and small corner, monsters may appear. However, why is it so calm here?
Is this a dungeon?
If it is a dungeon, where is the monster?
Suddenly like obsessive-compulsive disorder, I felt inexplicable heart palpitations, and a feeling of loneliness and danger surged to my heart.
It seems that this spacious corridor has become full of oppression.
The farther I go toward the end of the twists and turns, the tighter my brows will be furrowed, and the irritability will become stronger.
Finally, I stopped and took a deep breath to calm the impulsive heart.
There is a fork in the road.
The same two openings, one on the left and the other on the right, are side by side.
"Good job" I rubbed my frown and sighed: "I still touched it."
Compared with this kind of fork road with no difference between the two openings, I choose to pick one and go.
Without thinking about it, I stepped into the hole on the left.
The hole is not wide, so they can barely walk side by side, and the ceiling is not high, so you can reach it with your hands.
If you encounter a monster blocking the road in this situation, it will inevitably be a face-to-face reckless fight, with no place to dodge.
Simply, I also gave up sneaking cautiously, and gradually accelerated the pace of advancement.
After walking for about an hour, it finally came to an end.
The knight sword thrust into the ground forcefully, squeezed the hilt, wiped a hand of sweat, and finally walked out of this ghost place, with a relieved expression on my face, I stepped into the open space at the end.
Then, I looked up and stood in a daze in a daze, like wood carvings and stone sculptures.
In front of him, there is a wide hall, and in the middle of the hall, there is a huge behemoth.
If there is no problem with my eyes, this product is at least 30 meters high-when lying on my stomach!
The whole body was covered with scarlet scales, glowing with shining light under the fluorescent light on the ceiling of the hall.
Four huge claws were tucked under him, revealing only a small section of sharp claws.
Several sturdy necks are entangled together, each with a ferocious head, a long crocodile mouth, and sharp fangs that stretch out the lips. The bright red tongue is still on the lips from time to time. A second, and further back, there are closed eyes. Compared with the whole head, this eye is small and can be ignored, but in fact, it is much larger than my head.
The eyes are not far forward, they are a pair of huge nostrils, breathing regularly, and every time you exhale, black smoke will be emitted from the front of the nostrils.
The black smoke will slowly dissipate before its sharp kiss, leaving only a choking smell.
Suddenly, I felt a little itchy in my throat. No matter how hard I tried to restrain it, I couldn't suppress it. When I turned around and planned to sneak back to cough, I finally couldn't suppress it and let out a violent cough.
In an instant, a cold sweat formed on my back.
Because I heard the behemoth behind me let out a low growl, like a moan of dissatisfaction after being awakened from a clear dream.
I turned my head stiffly, and saw that the neck of the behemoth stood up, and the huge head on the neck slowly opened his eyes. The scarlet eyes glanced around uncomfortably, and finally aimed at the pupils. Stiff and frightened, my pupils shot angry eyes.
I know that being interrupted in sleep is a very uncomfortable thing.
So, for the first time, I hurriedly expressed my sincere apologies to it: "Then, Master Monster, Grandpa Monster, I didn't mean to interrupt your rest, you, you keep sleeping, I will go now."
After speaking, he turned around, drilled at the entrance and exit, and rushed in the direction he came in crazy.
I heard a roar behind me, and the erected head first raised, then opened the mouth of the blood basin and spit out suddenly in the direction of my escape.
A pillar of fire capable of melting gold and iron spouted out of its mouth, drilled into the cave, wrapped in heat waves, and went straight to me and burned.
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