You call this a shield?

"We have to leave quickly, maybe we can pass by the next village the next morning for a temporary rest."

"Tsk."

Ignoring Stike's tongue-clicking sound, Sheld looked up at the top of his head. Neveu had already climbed halfway, so he also started to climb up.

"Whoa, whoa—!"

"Oh oh oh!!"

Several huge colorful sparks rushed into the night sky, and with the cheers of the dwarves, they swore the end and beginning of the dwarf year.

"Without exploding fireworks, there is no soul."

Sheld turned his head to look at the already silent night. His position was very good. The lights and noise of the dwarves seemed to separate the city from the night with a clear dividing line.

Strange thoughts popped out of my mind-will setting off that kind of "rumbling" fireworks here cause an avalanche?

Sheld didn't know if the dwarf didn't want to make explosive fireworks, or because he considered this, he switched to colorful fireworks that soared into the sky.

"Continue to climb? What are you doing stupidly?"

Sidike urged from below: "You still regret it. If you regret it, you can still go back to the dwarves' banquet now, but you will probably get drunk. In their festivals, you can't drink alcohol. was viewed as a provocation."

"Obviously I'm not going."

Sheard hates hangovers.

But just as Shield was about to continue going up, he discovered something strange on the map panel in front of him.

"famous?"

There is a red dot outside the city, which just appeared on the border of the map, moving towards Molten City.

Sheld jerked violently and climbed up with hands and feet, shouting, "Neffu, give me a hand!"

Neveu, who had already climbed up, directly stretched out his hand, grabbed Sheld, saved a short distance, and pulled him up to the city wall, and then saw Sheld running from the ground to the edge of the city wall.

The speed of those red dots was not slow at all. If you looked around, you could already vaguely see their outlines in the distant horizon.

"what happened?"

Stike, Neveu and others followed behind, and there was an eagle chirp in the distance, and Shaw landed on Dart's arm.

"It's a flying dragon, a large group of flying dragons."

Dalt took out a small piece of dried meat from his pocket and put it into Xiao Er's mouth.

Shield's investigation information also followed: "Flying dragons, creatures, are just sub-dragon species. They can use sharp claws and breathe fireballs to injure the enemy. Most of them have violent and cunning personalities. A single flying dragon is not a threat to professionals, but it can become a dragon." Groups of flying dragons need to pay attention."

"Flying dragon group?"

After knowing who came, Sidi was completely confused: "Flying dragons rarely approach the edge of the city on their own initiative, let alone large-scale groups of flying dragons, unless they have reached the breeding season and need a lot of food, and consume some of the old ones. group."

"But the breeding season of flying dragons is by no means now! The New Year's festival of the dwarves has nothing to do with the breeding season of flying dragons."

I also want to know that it is impossible for dwarves to celebrate the festival during the breeding season of flying dragons, and then the city will be undefended.

Sheld's face hurts, he was involved in trouble, he actually wanted to run away, but... he glanced at the brightly lit city behind him.

He's not some "with great power comes great responsibility" superhero.

"But my intuition tells me that when things go wrong, there should be tasks, and - I may encounter some organization that hides in the dark and wants to subvert the world every day."

"Sub-task Adventure Level: Help the dwarves resist the attack of the flying dragon, and require hunting the flying dragon 0/1000 (value shared by the adventure group). Reward: random equipment."

"it is good!"

Just say it!What if the emergency does not come to the task?

Sheld wiped the tip of his nose with his fingers in satisfaction: "Guys, we won't leave for the time being, change the target, let's get rid of these flying dragons first!"

"Eh... don't you have any money?"

Neveu expressed a lack of interest.

"Some battles have to be fought. For example, this time, the abnormality of the flying dragon is something we need to figure out."

Sidi, who has always loved money, said something completely different, which made Sheld a little surprised: "You two have swapped souls?"

Sidi Ke heard that a staff hit Sheld's stomach, looked at Sheld who was bowed like a shrimp, and then used the soul stone: "I have a sense of proportion when it comes to big things."

"After all, the goal of our adventure party is to save the world, isn't it?"

"Eh?"

Three faces are stunned.

Neveu: "Don't you make a lot of money?"

Dalt: "So our goal is to save the world?"

Sheld stepped back to a safe distance: "It's hard for you to say such a second word."

"You people...!"

The fist holding the staff was clenched unconsciously, and Stike's teeth were grinding loudly. Good guy, is she the only one who takes this lofty ideal seriously?

"Just kidding, kidding!"

Seeing that Sidi was going to go crazy, Shelder didn't continue to stroke her beard, and now the flying dragon was approaching.

"Set a goal and kill a thousand."

"Yes, head (adult)!"

"Shadow Blade!"

Dalt took the lead, and a light flashed in his hand - a small round shield, better than nothing.Dalt tied the buckler to his arm with a little embarrassment.

Seeing Sheld shaking his head while handing Neveu the intelligence potion.

Pull your hips!

On the other side, Sidi Ke had already climbed to a high platform, where was the alarm bell of the dwarves. It was reasonable to pull the rope under the alarm bell and shake it vigorously, but she found that the pendulum used to ring the bell in the alarm bell The hammer is gone.

"It seems that it was premeditated... Who could it be? Is it really Bachart?"

But these did not affect Sidi's ability to continue to operate.

If you don't have a bell hammer, you can do it yourself. Si Tike rounded the forest goddess' staff and struck it hard on the big clock.

Hearing the sound of "pound", Si Di could only feel a tingling vibration from the tiger's mouth to her arms. The sound was there, but the dwarves who started drinking might not notice it.

Sidi Ke turned around and glanced at the noisy city, showing a hint of helplessness.

Expect the dwarves not to drink too much?

Although it's still early, and the festival celebrations have just started, some dwarves who drink too much have already finished a round, because today's drinks are "free", and the expenditure depends on this month's taxes. Well, these stubby beards have completely turned themselves into wine barrels, and they won't stop being dissatisfied enough to spit them out.

"Head! They may not be able to hear you!"

Stike was standing next to the high platform and reporting loudly to Sheld.

"can not hear?"

Sheld also turned around and glanced at the noisy city. Although they only needed to kill a thousand, if there was no one to share the pressure, would it all depend on the four of them?

"I can't figure it out... Four fight in a group. This is not an ant. A flying dragon is so big that it can crush me to death."

There must be a way to attract the attention of the dwarves.

Ok?

Attract attention?Shield shifted his gaze to Stike and shouted, "Do you still have the soul stone?"

"Have!"

"Throw me a piece!"

Sheld took the emerald green soul stone, and he could already vaguely hear the wings flapping and neighing of the flying dragon, as if there was a strong wind blowing in the distance and thunder.

Swallowing slightly, Sheld told Dart and Neveu: "From now on, you stay by my side and don't let anyone get close to me."

"Don't worry! Commander, leave it to us!"

Nodding, Shield turned his gaze back to the soul stone in his hand.

"A shield bestowed by the gods."

The soul stone in his hand turned into a golden light and shot out from Sheld's hand. A huge drum stood on the city wall. The body of the drum was pitch black. Metal mask.

"The leader came up with something strange again..." Neveu looked up at the big drum behind Sheld, and then at Dart, who looked a bit ugly: "What's wrong with you?"

"You don't feel it, do you feel a little uncomfortable?"

Dalt gritted his teeth and turned his head, keeping his eyes from touching the weird drum: "I feel like something is pulling me."

"Have it!"

Neveu was stunned, why didn't she feel anything?She looked at Sidi Ke again: "Sidi...well, I see."

She actually saw Si Dike knelt on the ground and retched.

It is too rare to make Si Dike retch.Neveu touched her chest and muttered to herself, "Hey... Could it be that I'm not normal?"

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The second volume is surging: Chapter 157 Chapter 55 Chaos is coming

Before the start of the game, I was first debuffed on my side?

Sheld was wondering if he shouldn't have taken this thing out. The side effect of Death's equipment seemed to be indiscriminate coverage, except for him, the user, and... Neveu?

I don't know if this has something to do with intelligence, or if it has something to do with its unknown blood.

But if you take it all out, isn’t it a hard loss if you just take it back and don’t need it?

The drum even had the sticks for him to beat it on, and there were two sticks hanging from the side of the drum.

It's just that the drumstick Sheard looked a little panicked.

The skulls of the two skeletons are connected to the bones of a certain part. There are almost no gaps and slots at the connection, and they are integrated.The workmanship is excellent, but playing drums with other people's bones...is detrimental to morality!

Thinking about something, Sheld saw that the red dot on the map was approaching, and immediately took down the skull drumstick.

"I hope that the backlash of the dead will not be too serious."

Sheld had already made up his mind that if he felt something was wrong, he would immediately cancel the summoning of the Drum of Death.

……

"Master Bachart, it's almost time."

A dwarf walked into the mansion located at the innermost end of Molten City. This is the residence of Bachart Graybeard and also his office. The first floor is used for office and the second floor is used for people. They are all mountain walls.

Originally, as the lord of the city, Bachart should be in the mountain castle in the front, but he didn't like that place.

"It's too high up there, for me."

"Standing on a high place for too long will only make me confused. I need to keep my feet on the ground."

These are all his real thoughts. He thinks that there will make him stand still and be unable to see other things.

"Have those guys come yet?"

"coming."

The shirtless Bachart sat up from the chair, shook his beard, twisted his arms, and his rock-like muscles were covered with hideous scars.

"I knew these guys wouldn't stop."

After all, he glanced at the firmly tied "humanoid creature" next to him. If Sheld was here, he would definitely recognize him. He was exactly the same as the weird people they had encountered before, with gray skin and cracks at the corners of his eyes. It's like a crack from the dry earth.

His arms were cut off, his lower legs were cut off, and after some bandaging treatment, he was now like a personal stick. Even so, he was still firmly tied here.

"It seems that your friends are here again."

"The wrath of the true god will engulf you..."

The voice of the human stick is slightly hoarse, but it is still full of energy, and it sounds very powerful, not at all like the feeling of being chopped off.

"is it?"

Bachart snorted coldly, and then asked the dwarf behind him, "How many people did they send here?"

"Back to the adults, they didn't send many people."