The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

In fact, the question of ‘what did I step on’ is totally unnecessary to ask.

All around me, except for the raised stones, there is a monster with a big head like a baby fish. The former stepped on its chrome feet, and the latter stepped on its elasticity.

At this moment, everything under my feet has a very elastic texture.

With a slight look in my eyes, I saw a horrible scene-the curled tail of the big head happened to be stepped on by me. The small body connected to the tail was constantly twisting, trying to break free from the pain of being squeezed.

Lifting my gaze again, the big head right behind me has already turned his head at this moment, and the big face without eyes facing me slowly opened and slightly closed the huge mouth, and the strong smell of earthy smell was in it. It spit out at this moment, and instantly filled my nostrils.

This situation is simply not too bad, what should I do next?

I don't want to be crunched by my big head with the attitude of chewing carrots. It may be a sensory enjoyment for it, but for me it is a game between life and death!

When I said it was too late, I touched the ground with my feet, and burst out all the strength that I had accumulated before, and the whole person came to a high-speed upside-down somersault at an altitude of more than one meter.

It is no exaggeration to say that at the moment of flying, I felt a terrible aura passing me by, it was an instant bite move of the big head.

There was a click sound that was even more squeaky than I heard before, and I was somersaulting in mid-air, and I could even feel waves in the air. The bite was so heavy that it made me stand high in the sky. I can perceive vaguely.

My feet landed steadily, and I became a gymnast after landing perfectly.

"Thank you, thank you all" thinking of the passionate scene of the athlete after the perfect landing, subconsciously murmured words of thanks.

"Now is not the time to thank you!" The dwarf king raised his warhammer and smashed it behind me without hesitation.

The gust of wind ignited when the warhammer brushed my body even almost knocked me down, who had just stood firm.

There was a muffled noise behind me, and I turned my head to see that the warhammer hit the forehead firmly, but it still didn't cause much harm.

I stopped making unnecessary moves, swinging the Odachi, and slashing towards the head, with one knife, two cuts, three or four cuts, the blade was covered with a thin layer of killing intent, and the combat skills were activated at the same time.

The blade that could cut off the low-grade stainless steel with a single knife, when faced with the big head, there is no threat!

I was shocked and asked, "What kind of monsters are these?"

"So I ask you to be careful," the dwarf said: "The monster in the secret realm is amazing."

"I really did as you said" I agreed: "This thing is harder than the low-grade stainless steel, and you can't cut a seam with a single knife!"

"More than low-grade stainless steel" The dwarf king swung his hammers one after another, forcing his head to open his mouth, and said: "Look at me, I have a dozen hammers in succession, and I have used even the power of fading. The head shell was deformed. It wasn't me who was blowing it. With all the strength I just used, I can smash a piece of steel lump into burnt wheat husk!"

After listening, I couldn't help asking: "So what the **** is this?"

"Where do I know!" The dwarf said: "I'm only in charge of fighting. Naming is the job of civil servants. When you have time to look back, the person standing at the entrance of the hole with the notebook and memorizing things is to follow. Here, the civil servant who specially named these monsters, if you want to know the name, ask him later."

"I have no interest in names or the like." I waved the knife one after another, knocked a big head that had just opened his mouth, and turned my head and said: "I just want to say that this secret realm is really amazing. Although the monsters are ugly, they are all powerful!"

"That's why I am anxious to bring you here, asking you to see and see the world, as my son-in-law, how can you have a shallow vision!"

After the dwarf king said, with a roar, he leaped high, holding the handle of the hammer with both hands, and hit the deformed part of his head with the force of a meteor.

With a muffled sound, the indestructible head finally opened, and the red and white things were splashing everywhere.

The dwarf king solved a big head in more than two minutes, instantly boosting morale, and other sturdy dwarves also picked up their hammers and attacked the big heads in front of him in a violent posture.

The big head is very fierce, but it's a pity that its attack mode is too single. To bite is to bite, all kinds of bites.

Anyone with a single attack mode is either invincible in the world or targeted at an adult dog. The big head is the latter.

As long as you can shut it up, you can sling it in various ways.

I hacked the knife hard, unconsciously, recalling the time when I was just an adventurer, hacking monsters tirelessly every day, relentlessly training the foundation every day, and relentlessly creating my own knife skills every day.

That can be said to be one of the most memorable times.

But it's a pity that the only thing left during that time was my tough physique. As for the sword technique, I was sealed in the deepest memory.

It's not that the knife is not sharp, but that it looks too weird.

The reason why I became a wandering adventurer is actually directly related to the swordsmanship. I thought back then, I was a little fresh meat, and I also served as a fighter in some little-known small guilds. Blood, desperately, but whenever I finished showing my own ingenious sword technique, the guild president would always expel me with various excuses.

At first, I naively thought that those excuses were the truth, that I was really a genius who had never met in a thousand years, and that the presidents were really good for me, for fear of delaying my life.

However, after being expelled many times, I finally understood the reason. After all, I disliked my swordsmanship for being too strange and would reduce the guild's compulsion.

After that, I gave up the so-called sword technique and only fought with instinct.

After slowly getting used to this fighting style, I subconsciously gave this instinctively danced knife a resounding name-a few hacking knives.

In short, whether it is a few hacking knives or instinctive knives, it is a good knife that can kill the enemy.

With this kind of knife technique, I crazily chopped off the big head in front of me that I wanted to open my mouth, and it was a big and difficult project!

You know, from the beginning of the battle to the present, I have cut no less than a hundred knives before finally breaking its defense.

I dare to guarantee that I will continue in this state, and I will be almost tired and paralyzed after I personally kill this big head.

Time is getting old soon. The trauma I caused to my big head is very slow. The dwarves around have already finished fighting. I just cut the big knife into the inside of my head. With a low wailing, I faced this Only his head finally died.

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