() The tip of the sword paused for a moment, and Shan Ye thought in his mind, "Sword gleam!", the scimitar vibrated, and a layer of yellow sand covered the blade, and the sword gleam shot out.

"Ding! The sword light attacks, consuming 50 experience points!"

The yellow sand knife light was wrapped with a touch of sharpness, and it was fired at the seemingly stupid deformed monster.

The buzzing sword light was about to hit the deformed monster. The opponent's expression was stupid and cruel, his eyes slid down, and his eyes fell directly on the frightening sword light.

He clenched his fingers and clenched his fist, the deformed monster's eyes flashed with madness, and his fist as big as a sand bowl hit the sword hard.

"Boom", the air wave rolled, and behind the smoke, the deformed weirdo still stood on the spot, shaking his slightly aching right hand, and his eyes fell on Shan Ye who was standing with a knife.

"Ah~!!" Howling wildly, the weirdo took big steps and started running with red eyes. His fists collided with each other, and a frightening dark blue light surged on the two fists as big as sand bowls.

"Stop!" A young and high-pitched voice came from behind the deformed weirdo. The weirdo's expression froze, and the anger and violence on his face disappeared in an instant. He honestly stopped and stood still.

Mr. Shan's eyes were slightly stern, the blade of his scimitar was swinging sideways, and he looked behind the weirdo cautiously.

There was a soft sound, and a bald gourd, barely bigger than a melon, appeared in Shan Ye's sight: "What are you doing? Why are you hitting people?" The voice was young and high-pitched, wrapped in a trace of undisguised anger.

Master Shan squinted his eyes and looked at the head carefully, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. His facial features were also tightly pinched like that of the big man, but his skin was plump and round. He didn't look very old, but his eyes were particularly big.

, occupying almost half of the entire face.

After deep thought, Shan Ye drooped his scimitar and his expression became slightly more relaxed: "Are you going to the Dragon Tomb too?" When the other party heard this, he suddenly became energetic, blinked his big eyes, and said curiously: "What are you doing?

Do you know? Have you been following me?" There was a hint of vigilance in his voice, and the weirdo under him immediately raised his hands and opened his big hands, as if Shan Ye had caught him.

Master Shan didn't expect this man to turn against him so quickly. He dodged the attack in a somewhat embarrassed manner, and immediately shouted, "Shaman, come out and explain. This man is very powerful and can be absorbed!"

The bald gourd behind the big man paused for a moment, then stopped attacking and looked carefully at the Thorn Shaman Shi Shiran walked out of.

The shaman's face was expressionless and his tone was a little low. He briefly introduced the matter, and the weirdo just pondered slightly and agreed.

After that, he explained the relationship between the two. It suddenly dawned on everyone. They were actually conjoined twins. The big guy was a little stupid, but his strength was absolutely strong. As for the guy who called himself "brother", there was only one who was thin.

The upper body is incomparable, and the lower body is long on the back of the big man.

Bald Lao seemed to enjoy the surprised gazes of everyone. He straightened his skinny chest slightly and said in a proud, high-pitched voice: "We also went to the Dragon Tomb. I heard that there are many treasures in it. The village made us a set of strong armor and

Return the weapons to us." At this point, Bald Lao's voice paused, his expression immediately became wary, and he said no more.

Shan Ye stood aside and watched with cold eyes, gently scratching the blade with his fingertips, letting his thoughts slowly calm down.

These people all have different intentions and talk about cooperation. Even the deformed brother in front of me doesn't believe it. They are just using each other.

But because of the powerful organizations in front of them, these stragglers cannot act alone. Otherwise, if something like "clearing the area" occurs, they will have no choice but to stare blankly.

After gathering more than twenty experts, the Thorn Shaman stopped recruiting members. No matter how many more members there were, it would be difficult to control. Moreover, if there were too many people, they would easily become the primary target of those large groups. As long as they had the ability to protect themselves, that would be enough.

Although everyone is cooperating for the time being, they are even more wary of the other members than the enemy. As the organizer, the Thorn Shaman has only one request. Please exercise restraint before obtaining the Dragon Tomb treasure.

Mr. Shan followed behind the deformed brother. With his intimidating height and his big, bald eyes that liked to nag, few normal people wanted to come into contact with him.

However, the assembled monster after Shan Ye's transformation is not necessarily much better than this deformed brother, and the two of them can actually talk to each other quite well.

As he hurried on, the big-eyed bald man stretched his neck and asked curiously: "The one who has been following you is a subordinate or a companion? Why haven't you spoken?" As he said this, he glanced at Scarlet Tris and Bella behind her, with a look on his face.

Confuse.

Master Shan maintained a constant speed and followed behind the deformed big eyes. When he heard this, he paused slightly and pursed his lips: "Subordinate." He cherished the words like gold, as if he didn't want to say more.

While the two were chatting, Shan Ye used modern chatting skills to get a lot of information about Dragon Tomb from the deformed brother's mouth.

Those who go to the Dragon Tomb at this time are either madmen or have absolute confidence in their own strength.

When they were about to arrive at the Black Pearl Ruins, the Thorn Shaman stopped the team and briefly classified everyone's skills. They didn't break them down much. They roughly divided them into long-range and melee skills. They lined up in a relatively loose formation and entered the passage.

inside.

There are many people, big and small, more and less.

Large groups, such as drow and gray dwarves, are basically large groups of hundreds of people, with neat and uniform equipment and a fierce momentum. No one dares to touch the tiger's beard.

The smaller ones, such as the Lizardmen and the Cross Eyes, are the kind of group where quality is higher than quantity. The number of people is about fifty or sixty, but their momentum is no worse than those of the larger groups, and they even slightly outperform them.

Of course, there is no shortage of the hated half-demon brigade.

"Gu~! Gu~!" A soft and wet sound, like the cry of a frog, suddenly sounded in the half-demon camp. All the half-demon remained silent, not even daring to look at each other, standing like javelins.

In place.

Reese's face was pale and pale, and his entire face was covered by a thick layer of black cloth. A large number of black muscles had spread to Reese's neck.

I completely lost control of my left eye, and from time to time, nauseating "gurgling" sounds came from my eyelids.

Reese's remaining right eye contained an unconcealable malice and cruelty. His breathing was short and his throat rolled from time to time. The whole person looked very dangerous, with bursts of violent aura surrounding him.

A half-demon doctor in a white coat stood hesitantly not far away, holding a potion that had just been prepared urgently.

His face was blue and white, and his lips were cracked with a few blood stains. The tip of his tongue was lightly pressed against his lips. It was rough and carried a dry smell of blood, which passed to his tongue. The doctor's eyes were covered with bloodshot threads like spider webs. But

He knew that even if he tried so hard, he could not save Reese's life.

The evil eye had been tampered with for some unknown reason. When the abnormality was discovered, it had already connected the muscles with Reese's brain. Although there is magic in this era, there is nothing that can be done about this close biological union.

Only His Majesty the Pope comes in person and performs "Angel's Coming" can the life of Reese be saved.

It was as if there was a piece of red coal stuck in the throat, which was astringent and dry, making the chief physician's voice sound hoarse and unpleasant as if it were covered in gravel: "Your Highness, the medicine is ready." The doctor really wanted someone else to come.

I'm doing this medicine delivery thing, but

Dry neck turned slightly, and he glanced at the broken corpses on the ground next to him. The fear in the doctor's eyes became more and more intense. Those corpses were those of several top assistants, and they were all torn into pieces by Crazy Reese.

Reese stood there, frozen. The smell of dead fish, as if he had been exposed to the sun for a day, came from his face covered with black muscles. This smell was so powerful that the guards around him

His face was as blue as a sour fruit, but he still kept the vomit stuck in his throat.

The doctor's body functions were dominated by fear, so he didn't feel anything about this smell. But the smell of death, which was like a sharp knife on his neck, made him unable to stand up straight. He tried hard to keep his legs standing without spreading to the ground.

This already proves the mental quality of this doctor.

From time to time, there were smooth "gurgling" sounds on Reese's face, and he slowly turned his gaze and landed on the doctor who was almost paralyzed on the ground.

The doctor suddenly felt that his body was enveloped by a sight full of violence and murderous intent. It felt like a sparrow being stared at by an eagle. Killing it at the neck was his only choice.

Reese unexpectedly remained awake, and his voice seemed to be condensed into a hemp rope, thick and rough: "Please give it a try." There was an air of refusal in his tone.

The doctor was rolling around, his bladder felt a strong urge to urinate, and his arm muscles were twitching, but he did not dare to spill the medicine at all.

Just tilting his head, Reese's throat rolled in discomfort, his mouth opened slightly, and he roared like a beast, vibrating the surrounding air.

"Hoo~! Hoo~!" Suppressing his short breath, Reese suppressed the raging murderous intention in his heart that almost suffocated him, and tried to calm down his breath: "Listen clearly, immediately tell Camus what he was studying before he left.

"Bring me a sample of experimental somatic cells." His voice was low and filled with a frightening aura, which made the doctor breathless.

But when he heard that the cell sample of the experimental subject was to be obtained, the doctor's eyes shrank violently and he looked at Reese with a look of astonishment: "What did you say? Wasn't that thing destroyed?" The voice was filled with emotion.

Surprised and disbelieving.

The corners of Reese's lips twitched, and he smiled. There was a bit of sarcasm in his eyes, and he said coldly: "You just need to follow the order. The things are in my room. Take this." After saying that, he didn't move.

A delicate alloy key stained with black pus fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!