Traveling through Dungeons and Warriors

Chapter 18 Flies?Goshawk!
Spark, who was chasing the fly, and the others looked at him with some doubts and asked, "Uncle! Why are you still so unhappy that we won the game!"

"Huh!" The fly snorted angrily, "Before you asked me to teach you how to move, but did you three think about moving in your heart when you played?" After speaking, he pointed to the sky and said: " You kid has a lot of blood, don’t you? You don’t even want weapons, do you? You can’t even beat that trash called Xiuda!” Sky lowered his head in shame, there was no way the fly was right, if it wasn’t for the other party’s carelessness He will definitely be tortured to death by the other party.

"And you!" The fly pointed at Nils and shouted: "Are you an exorcist or a cow? Go up and compete with others? You might as well go back and be a miner with them! There is a future ahead of you! Even so Slow people can easily break your tricks, don't you get old?" Nils lowered his head and said with a blushing face, "I don't really look old, although I look a bit mature, but I really don't look old."

"Especially you!" The fly turned to point at Spark and scolded: "Are you a wooden man? Aside from waiting for others to make mistakes, wouldn't you cheat?" "No" "I, I, I! I'll kill you !"

In the eighth match, Fly vs. "Rocket Launcher" Gram, upon hearing the notice of the match, Fly snorted softly and started to compete, "Hey! Uncle, you don't have a weapon!" "You don't need to worry about this!" I looked around and saw Garp, the staff member of the arena, ran over and said: "Aha! Garp, lend me a gun." "No!" "Oh, it won't break if you use it. Those are broken white weapons that no one wants, and no one will rent them." "Huh! That's fine, a gold coin!" "Uh, Karp, you're black enough!" "Then do you want to borrow it?" "Ah ? Borrow! Borrow." When the fly came back, he was seen holding a "broken civilian rifle" in front of everyone.

"Ah? Uncle Fly, you bring such a crappy thing up there to fight for your life?" Spark asked in disbelief as he looked at the trash in Fly's hand, who didn't know if it could still fire bullets.

"Hmph! Uncle, I can use anything!" The fly replied disdainfully.

"How about this, you use mine!" He took out the Colt python from the holster and handed it to the fly.

"En?" The fly who saw the gun asked in surprise, "Where did you get this gun?" After speaking, his face was surprisingly serious.

"Uncle, I really trusted you to show it," Spark said cautiously, "My full name is Spark-Colt! This gun was given to me by my father!"

"What? Then, how about your father come in?" The fly asked tremblingly.

"My father has already passed away," Spark said with his head down, "He was killed by a man named 'Shadow', and I, the only one in the Colt family, survived."

"A black shadow? These bastards!" The fly was about to say something, but the staff of the arena urged him. The fly had no choice but to say, "I want to tell you something after the game, and there is more." Said Pointing to the other Spark members present, he said: "You guys have a good look at the running skills in the arena, and I will show you a little bit in this game!" After speaking, he returned the Colt python to Spark and turned around. on stage.

"Three! Two! One! Fight!" At the start of the game, Graham named "Razooka" looked disdainfully at the fly standing opposite and said, "Haha! I didn't expect to be lucky today to meet such a trash like you! "Speaking, he took out a huge gun from behind and shouted, "Gatling machine gun!" With the roar of the gun barrel, a series of dense bullets shot at the fly, who knew that the fly took a step to the left unhurriedly, and then resolved it. This attack!Seeing that the attack was ineffective, Galam shouted: "I tell you to run! Focus on the flamethrower!" I saw the huge flamethrower was held in his hand, and the flames sprayed on the flies. "Haha! Watch me burn you to death!" Focusing Flamethrower is a skill that integrates distance, range, and attack. As long as the opponent is hit by the attack, it will freeze until it is reduced to ashes.

Looking at the flies coming towards the flames, he still looked relaxed. He first slid to the right, and then jumped back to avoid the flames. When Galam reacted and changed his direction, the flies suddenly shoveled away on the spot. Now, although the focus flamethrower has a huge range, it has a fatal weakness that it cannot attack the ground.

Ordinary people would not think of using a slide shovel, because once the distance is not well controlled, standing up would be tantamount to throwing oneself into a trap, but the fly thought of it and he did it at the same time!The shoveled fly perfectly interrupted Galam's attack, and was about to get up in anger when he was shoveled down, but saw the fly take out the worn-out gun and whispered to himself; Seeing that Karam, who was scratched by the bullet, did not float in the air because he was lying down, but bumped slightly upwards on the ground, but this is where the magic is. I saw the fly suddenly kneeled and continued to move: " bbq", even using this little bit of floating in the air to shoot Karam into the air with Gatling machine gun at the same time! "Break down on the bbq!" Spark shouted excitedly at this time, this is the skill of a master in the game world!When the bbq ran out, the fly still unhurriedly threw a grenade at Gram who hadn't landed yet. The attacked Galam was shot up into the sky again before he landed, and the fly walked slowly to the Ram Wood. The lower part of the ground was waiting for him to fall, and Gram, who had finally landed, was not thankful but saw a sniper hit him in the face, "It's a wrist strap!" He used his wrist to shake the body of the gun, and at the same time used his knees to connect to Galam rhythmically and irregularly.But Gram was being played with like a toy.Finally, when Gram was about to return to the ground, the fly stepped on him with a big foot and said softly;The fly did not speak, and walked down the stage. Graham had already passed out as if he was swollen all over his body. The surrounding audience all opened their mouths wide and looked at the slowly walking down the fly in disbelief. "Ah." The staff of the arena woke up first and shouted loudly: "The winner. The winner is a fly! What a magnificent move, what a dexterous movement, my God! It's like the reincarnation of the gun god!" "Oh! It's great!" "Aren't the usual flies hiding their strength!" "I've never seen such a gorgeous move!" "God! He still uses a trashy white rifle!"

After patting Spark, who was still in a daze, the fly said, "Come with me."

The fly that came outside the arena found a remote place and asked anxiously, "Are you really from the Colt family?"

"Ugh. I don't need to risk being hunted down to lie to you!" Sparke also asked eagerly, "How did you come up with those moves just now?"

"Huh? Those! I knew it a long time ago! It's a very simple combo," the fly waved its hands disdainfully.

"Then! Then why are you called a jerk in the arena by so many people?" Spark asked incredulously.

"Oh, those are indeed! I was indeed messing around before!" the fly continued, "Do you know my real name?"

"Huh? Didn't you want to be scolded by flies?" Spark asked puzzled.

"Haha! That's really how it is pronounced," Fly laughed, and then said seriously, "But my surname is Colt!"

"What!" Spark looked at the fly in surprise.

"Hehe, my elder brother is your father, so I really should be called uncle by you!" Fly said, taking out a weapon from his arms and handing it to Spark, saying, "Look at the structure of this revolver and your Does that look like it?"

"Colt Fire Snake!" Sparke immediately recognized this weapon exuding fire attribute.

"En! You have a good eye, then we will recognize each other," said the fly.

"En! Uncle Fly!" Spark said with a happy face.

"No! No! Now that I know you, you should change your pronunciation when you call me," the fly opened its mouth and said, "Look at the shape of my mouth, it's not a fly, it's a fly from the sky, an eagle from an eagle!"

"What? You are Goshawk? No.1 under the Spear God?" Spark said in surprise as if seeing a god descending.

"En! Someone used to call me that, hee hee!" The man who used to be called a fly is now called a goshawk, nodded and admitted.

(End of this chapter)