Brutus holds the long sword in his right hand and a newly lit torch in his left hand and follows Priul. The long sword in his hand is said to be a long sword, but in fact it is only about 70 centimeters, but it is relatively small.
It is obviously much longer than the dagger Brutus often used before.
"Speaking of which, how did you get into that sandworm?" Brutus waved the long sword in his hand, hoping that he could become familiar with its use earlier.
Puliure replied casually: "Find a weak spot and cut it in hard. This kind of sandworm is indeed worthy of the rumor that it was created by the goddess of the earth. The surface looks soft, but in fact it is extremely hard."
"If you want to kill this kind of sandworm, you have to find an opportunity to start from the inside. As long as you find its life crystal, you can easily solve it. Speaking of which, you are lucky enough to survive from its mouth to that place...
..."
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, but" Puliul suddenly stopped talking, stopped in his tracks, and drew out his long sword with his right hand and held it in front of him. "It seems that there is more than one trouble here."
Brutus, who stopped following Priul, looked towards the darkness ahead. Although he didn't know what Priul found, since he also thought it was a trouble, it meant that it was indeed a bit difficult.
The two stopped in place until they saw a pair of glowing red eyes looming out of the darkness.
"It seems to be an unexpected surprise." Priul prepared to attack, "Brutus, be careful, don't let it catch you."
"Roar!" The other party rushed from the darkness to a position where the firelight could barely illuminate it. It turned out to be a Goblin whose size was close to that of a young human. It held a rusty mining pickaxe in its right hand and another in its left hand.
A rather crudely made wooden board served as a shield.
Priul rushed towards the goblin, and Brutus, who was following closely behind him, noticed that the goblin seemed to be exuding some kind of power.
Priul took advantage of the length of his sword and raised the goblin he struck first to block it on the wooden board in front of him. He was a little surprised that he didn't split the broken wooden board in front of him, but he reacted quickly.
Come over and deflect the mining pickaxe wielded by the goblin.
"Be careful, there's something wrong with this goblin." Priul quickly retreated, giving Brutus a position to attack.
Brutus slashed with his sword, but the Goblin nimbly dodged it. He took advantage of the situation and struck several times quickly, but failed to break through the Goblin's defense.
"Hi-ho!" The red-eyed goblin took a breath and roared, causing Brutus to pause for a moment.
Brutus's heart rang with alarm, and he wanted to retreat quickly, but he was surprised to find that he could not move, and could only watch the tip of the mining pick smash towards his chest.
"Ding——" Priul, who quickly got rid of the goblin with a shocking voice, rushed forward and pulled Brutus away, raised his sword to deflect the mining pick that the goblin was throwing at him, and then kicked the goblin back a few times.
step.
"Huh--" Priul quickly adjusted his breath, and the long sword in his hand glowed faintly, "Cut!"
He rushed forward quickly, held the sword in both hands and cut the wooden board in front of the Goblin who had just regained his center of gravity in half. After taking a step back, he changed to the posture of holding the sword in one hand and stabbed at the opponent continuously.
and chop.
Brutus was a little surprised by the frequency of Puliul's attacks. He felt that this speed was not something ordinary people could achieve. In just a few seconds, Puliul left more than a dozen wounds on the Goblin's body.
, and also whittled off the pick of the mining pick.
But what was even more unexpected to Brutus was that even so, the Goblin in front of them did not completely lose its offensive power. The blood-red color in its eyes became more and more ferocious, and it found the short-term opportunity for Priul's attack.
During the break, he grabbed it hard with both hands, leaving two scratches on Priul's leather armor that were enough to penetrate the leather armor.
Like Brutus, Priul was also a little surprised. He slashed the Goblin's right arm with his long sword. He quickly retreated while the Goblin was shrinking in pain, and once again opened the gap between himself and the Goblin.
distance.
Brutus looked at Priul who had retreated to his side, and found that this guy looked a little pale and was panting.
"Give me a few minutes." Priul's voice sounded a little weak, and he took out the small bottle from before and took a few sips.
Brutus nodded and looked at the Goblin opposite who was also panting. He felt that if his long shield was still there, it would not be difficult to deal with the Goblin like this now, but when he only had a long sword, he had to think carefully.
How to fight a goblin who is ready to fight for his life.
He rushed forward, not intending to give the opponent any chance to rest. After all, only by taking advantage of the enemy's danger could he gain the greatest chance of victory.
The goblin seemed to show a smile, and it made an action that Brutus couldn't understand - inserting its right hand into its chest. But soon Brutus understood the other party's intention, and the goblin unexpectedly
A long sword that seemed to be made of blood was pulled out from his body.
"Can't give it a chance." Brutus thought so, he rushed over in a few steps, and stabbed the goblin's chest with his sword without any resistance.
He was splashed on the face by the spurting blood, but the opponent did not lose life as quickly as he expected. Instead, he stabbed Brutus with the weapon that he had drawn out with difficulty.
Brutus saw that the long sword that the Goblin was trying to pull out suddenly turned into a dagger, and he said that he had been tricked. He clearly felt the sharp object being stabbed into his body, and the skin near the wound could also clearly feel it.
There was a warmth.
"Go to hell!" Priul appeared behind the Goblin in an instant, as if using a flash, and the Goblin's head was cut off by him, and fell to the ground with a neat cut.
"Ahem, why didn't you use this trick earlier?" Brutus pressed his wound and asked angrily.
"I need to accumulate strength, and my sword moves before were very wasteful." Puliure pulled the remaining body of the Goblin to the ground with one hand, and quickly checked Brutus's condition, "Fortunately, the stab was good.
Not deep.”
He took out a small bottle and poured the powder into Brutus's wound.
"Hiss—" Brutus took a breath of air and looked very unhappy.
"I was careless this time. I didn't expect to encounter a violent Goblin. This guy seems to be under some special influence." Priul explained while treating Brutus's wound, "If
It’s just me, it’s hard to defeat such an enemy easily.”
"What's so special about this guy?"
"The strength is far beyond normal, it is not affected by pain, and it will get stronger with each battle." Puliure looked at the corpse on the ground, "Fortunately, this one should have just fallen into this situation not long ago, otherwise it would be more difficult. It's a pity.
Goblins don’t have anything valuable, so our efforts have been in vain.”
"It seems we have to hurry up. I don't know how Jack and the others are doing." Brutus looked at his wound and saw that the bleeding had stopped. It seemed that the medicine in the fantasy world was still metaphysical enough.