The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Ground worms, like many insect monsters, belong to the social type, but their populations are relatively small, occasionally three in one group, five in one group, most, only two.

I don’t know if this kind of creature was created by the **** of creation or was native to the dungeon. In short, in my opinion, their IQ is not high.

Compared with other monsters, the individual combat effectiveness of the ground worm is not outstanding, its crawling speed is not fast, the limb strength is very average, and the limb sharpness is still decent. A pair of big worms are born on both sides of the head and cannot be completely closed, which is not a threat. The only thing that is evasive is the electric magic ball condensed between its two claws.

However, this charged magic ball can't be fired continuously, and it needs to be cooled for a few seconds after each release, and these few seconds will often be the price of their death.

The reason why they are said to have low IQs is that when encountering adventurers, the Earthwalker will first throw Ao Jian's electric ball and kill the opponent.

There is no problem with this approach.

But the problem is that the electric **** of several groundworms in this group are released at the same time.

Of course, in this case, if you really hit the opponent, it will cause great harm to the opponent, but the fact is often the opposite. Most adventurers will easily avoid the first blow, and then Within a few seconds of cooling, the attack that was several times the electric ball was fed back to the ground bugs.

If they really have IQ, they will think of using the electric ball reasonably and assigning attacks.

After a while, you two will put it, wait until the other side rushes up, and then put the third one. If it doesn’t work, put it one by one, driving the adventurer a few meters away, to the world...

However, what I said is just a little wisdom.

If they had great wisdom, they would gather all the land worms here, get together, form an alliance, and then hide in a relatively open flat land and wait in line.

Once adventurers show up, they are divided into groups and targeted strikes in a planned way.

And once there are groups of adventurers out there, they will gather some of their forces and conduct devastating bombings in batches.

Imagine that a group of adventurers who were originally arrogant, dancing with swords, guns and sticks, the killer came over, and when they arrived at the place, they looked at them. They were waiting for them. They were dark, densely packed, and neatly lined up. Army.

Then in the next second, I saw countless sizzling electric balls, like water balloons that were thrown, smashing them down.

After a rumbling explosion and the sizzle of electric current, the ground was full of charred adventurers, and there might be a few dying, but it was almost the same.

This scene is so indignant, so ghostly!

While feeling this, I used the Odachi as a gun.

It's really a useful weapon, it's a big sweep, but after this sweep, the number of big Ao that can survive is a bit embarrassing.

But that’s okay, the seventeenth floor has a lot of space, few people, and many monsters. Let me run and cut.

Chopped up, I was like a wild dog sprinkled with joy, dragging the big sword around the world, and I couldn't stop it.

But the price is relatively miserable. Due to my reckless and impulsive behavior, at least 14 or 5 places of my body were injured by electric balls.

Fortunately, my recovery ability is strong. The place that was destroyed by this wave of explosion will recover again in the next wave, and then it will continue to recover.

I suddenly felt like I had signs of impulsivity and masochism at the same time.

Harold originally followed me to fight monsters, but under my crazy actions, he still gave up the behavior of fighting monsters, and instead, followed my **** and picked up the complete gangsters I had knocked down.

No matter in anyone's perception, picking things up is easier than killing monsters, especially when facing monsters of the same level or higher.

Today, however, this situation has been reversed.

Harold’s speed of picking up Daao was far not as fast as my speed of slashing monsters, and even the worse, the farther away. Later, I killed monsters to a hundred meters away, and he was only a hundred meters away. Bend down and picked up the big ao scattered on the ground.

I stopped paying attention to his actions, and instead ran towards the ground worm more crazily.

This morning, I killed it incisively, and Harold picked up a pot full.

In short, he and I each have something.

Harold took out the Daao, which was filled with dozens of bags, and counted them one by one. There were more than one hundred and thirty in total. The task of this trip was finally completed successfully.

After receiving the knife, I shook my somewhat stiff arm. To be honest, my arm was a bit uncomfortable after a morning round of the knife. It was numb, and I was sweating. My cowhide pants are soggy.

Opening the water bag, I took a few sips, wiped my mouth, and said, "Well, how many of them meet the mission requirements?"

Harold carefully put Daao into the bag again, and said: "Excluding more than a dozen broken and broken, the remaining more than 110, there is no problem with the task."

"So, the task is complete?" I asked.

Harold nodded, with gratitude on his face, and smiled: "It seems that I found you the right one. Thanks to you, the task was completed so quickly."

I'm hey.

He looked at the Odachi sword at my hand and said, "How about this sword?"

"Yes, I like it" I said: "It can be used as a stick and a knife."

Harold smiled.

It seems that he has a deep memory of the action of sweeping a large area with Odachi in turn.

Since the task has been completed in the morning, there is no need to stop in the afternoon. I also feel a little tired. Not only did the clothes and pants on my body show a lot of damage, but they were also soaked from the inside out.

Once the cowhide gets wet, it will fluff, become hard, and make it uncomfortable.

I moved my shoulders awkwardly, and said, "Then go back, just right, I will also take a shower and change my clothes."

So he stood up, got a few bags from Harold, carried them on his shoulders, and walked back with Harold.

As we walked on the road, the adventurers who passed by all turned their attention to the two of us, and broke out short-lived discussions. It is estimated that we two are scavengers.

There are many scavengers, but this is the first one on the seventeenth floor of the dungeon.

I am still a little proud.

Maybe it’s that Harold and I’s current state is so different that when passing the 16th floor, I saw a few adventurers who were caught by walking piranha because they looked at us. And bitten.

And, when we passed the twelfth floor, Rodney and the others directly sprayed the water they drank into their mouths.

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