Traveling through Dungeons and Warriors

Chapter 253 Refusing to Insult Guru
"Enough! Enough!" Just as Buvanga held the totem in both hands and smashed it high, he heard the sound of the scavenger's scar under the totem suddenly burst out, and then Buvanga could only feel the power of the totem. The next great force, out of prudent considerations, stopped the attack and jumped a few steps to be on guard.

It wasn't until this time that Spark had the courage to see the appearance of the scavenging rat's scar clearly again. He saw that the scavenging rat was extremely miserable at this time, and both the forehead and both eyes had been cracked and bloody by the totem in Buvanga's hand. It couldn't stop flowing out, and the broken claws seemed to have directly abolished one of its hands.

"Impossible, impossible!" At this time, the carrion rat scar did not directly fight back after breaking away from Bwanga's attack. Instead, he looked unbelievable and murmured: "Just kidding, I am How can the fighter who dare to challenge Drisei's Creator, how can he even fight a human beings? It must be. It must be because I didn't have enough to eat! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh But Buvanga took a few steps back again and was on guard. After all, if given a choice, Buvanga would rather face a master whose strength surpasses him than a lunatic, because the lunatic's attack method will no longer worry about whether he is Will be injured, but that situation is more violent and difficult to deal with.

But to Bwanga's surprise, Scar didn't seem to intend to attack them, but fell directly on the body of Pete, the messenger of the Magic Flute, who had been dead for a long time.Since the original claws had been broken by Buwanga before, Scar of the Carrion Rat didn't care at all. He didn't care that the direct break caused his hands to be broken every time he sliced ​​open the corpse of Pitt, the messenger of the Magic Flute. He only heard "Pu Chi! Puchi!" The sound was endless, and the scar of the carrion rat was stuffed into the end with the minced meat dug out from the corpse of Pitt, the Messenger of the Magic Flute, and his own blood, and Buvanga and Spark retched while watching.

"Well, you will have strength when you are full!" After this disgusting scene lasted for a while, Scar of the scavenging rat casually wiped the minced meat left in his mouth and said with a strange smile: "Now let me Kill you, and taste what fresh flesh and blood is like!" After speaking, he dashed over.

The sound of "Bang!" came to an abrupt end, and Scar of the Scavenging Rat was still maintaining its posture of rushing forward, but a bullet hole suddenly appeared on its forehead. Only then did Vanga react and turn his head to look, only to see a puff of blue smoke rising from the muzzle of the Colt automatic pistol in Spark's hand, and Spark said to Buvanga apologetically, "I'm sorry, instead of Let you fight the crazy monster in melee, I think it is more appropriate to end it from a distance!"

"Well. Hey!" Shaking his shoulders, Buvanga sighed for a while, and then said helplessly: "It seems so." In fact, in Buvanga's heart, although Spark's move made him lose Some fighting is fun, but Spark's judgment is very correct. It is understandable to exchange the minimum consumption for the maximum result. What surprised Buvanga was that after the reminder to him during the day, Spark at this time Parker has obviously changed his fighting style in the past, and gradually moved towards the road of being a real strong who is stable, accurate, ruthless, and instantly output without dragging his feet.

"Why. How? I am." Falling to the ground, although the scarred head of the scavenging rat has been pierced by bullets, its powerful vitality as a monster is still maintaining its life. Spark walked to the scavenging rat. In front of Scar of the Mouse, he said calmly: "The Creator who dares to challenge himself is really admirable, but obviously, what you do is no different from your Creator, on the contrary, your so-called fighter is a kind of real fighter. Humiliation! You can't even match one-tenth of the Guru!" Speaking of this, Spark couldn't help but think of the Guru on the Ten Thousand Years Snow Mountain who wanted to save him, the fake "Master Mother", and that was the only way to challenge himself. Only the Creator truly deserves the word "fighter"!
"Hic." Looking at Spark in a daze, Scar of the Scavenging Rat swallowed his last breath after all, without the slightest breath of life. It may not understand the meaning of Spark's words until it dies. "I said Spark, although you did save a lot of trouble with this one-hit kill, but if you killed it, then how can we find Di Ruiji, the sixth apostle of the demon world that you mentioned?" Bu Wan Jia still complained a little.

"Hehe, I have my own way of doing this!" Spark suddenly seemed to think of something when he said this, he patted himself on the head and said, "Oh! I forgot to tell you, this Northmar monster has a Something called 'crazy virus', once they cut your body, even a small wound will drive you into madness!"

"Damn!" Buvanga jumped back and flew more than three meters after hearing this, and then looked at Spark with blue veins on his forehead and asked, "Then why didn't you say it earlier? If I was not careful." Speaking of this, Buwanga Wanga didn't dare to think about it anymore, because at this moment, his own face suddenly appeared in his mind, his eyes were rolling and drooling, it was clearly like a patient with facial paralysis!
"Hehe, didn't I forget it for a while, didn't I also make a decisive move after the scavenger scar went crazy, so don't mind it, good boy!" Spark walked up to Buvanga with a laugh, and scratched his Said with a very proud hair look.

"Okay, okay! I don't dare to talk back to you anymore, otherwise you may kill me at any time!" Speaking of this, Buwanga is also thinking about when to make a straw with Spark's name on it. People, and then poke and prick to vent their anger when there is nothing to do in the future.

Since Scar of the Scavenger Rat is dead, there should be no threat tonight, because generally such leader-level monsters are absolutely not allowed to have other monsters when they come out to move around, especially when they are looking for food. After a lot of tossing, Bwanga woke up early and took a nap, so he couldn't fall asleep. This was cheap for Spark. He didn't sleep enough, and he took a comfortable sleep back to the cage under the condition of Bwanga's vigil.

The next morning, when the sky was just dawn, Spark and Buwanga had already set off. After all, it was too hot here during the day, and this morning was the most comfortable time for this deserted North Mar.

"Hey! I said, aren't you looking for Di Ruiji, the sixth apostle of the demon world?" Walking in the desert, Buwanga asked puzzled.

"Don't worry, what should come will always come!" Sparke replied with a confident look, and Buvanga was surprised for a while.

Not long after walking, Spark suddenly stopped in his tracks, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he pointed forward and said, "Do you think I'm right?"

When Buvanga looked along the line of defense pointed by Spark, he saw a huge number of moth-like monsters appearing not far away, "No way, you can tell clearly, this is different from Di Ruiji, he is It can fly!" Buwanga was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

"Everything here has something to do with Di Ruiji!" Spark said very firmly: "Since the scavengers scar said last night that Pitt, the Messenger of the Magic Flute, was punished by Di Ruiji, so that he became the one who grinds his teeth on weekdays." Snacks, then it means that Di Ruiji is the chief culprit affecting North Maar! Let me ask you, did you fight enough yesterday?"

"Enough? You're kidding, I've been suffocated to death!" Buvanga is not a stupid person. After listening to Spark's explanation, he also understood. At this time, he even moved his shoulders and wrists. Looking eager to try.

"Since we haven't fought enough, let's have a good fight today!" Spark also took out a pair of Colt automatic pistols from his waist. How long can I endure it!" After making up his mind, under the signal of Spark's eyes, Buvanga roared and rushed towards the monsters, and Spark followed closely behind.

(End of this chapter)