The Godsfall Chronicles Chapter 70: Encountered an ambush
This is a tree.
It is exactly a big tree, comparable to a big tree on a hill.
The big tree has been dead for many years. Although more than a dozen people have lost their vitality around the thick stem, they still stand tall, and have been air-dried into a rock-like solid material. The huge tree crown does not have a leaf, and it looks like a monster with upside-down hair. It looks a bit hideous and gloomy.
The peculiar shape of the big tree is not attractive at all. There are a lot of things hanging on the big tree that do not belong to it. This has to be taken seriously, because these hanging objects are nothing else, but dozens of them have been dried. All of them are full of spikes. They are hung between the branches of the tree, swaying slightly in the wind, like a big tree growing fruit, full of strange feelings.
Some of them have become bones and have died for more than three years, and some have been weathered into mummy, indicating that the time of death is not too long.
The dead are not surprising.
There are dead people in this place and they die so weirdly that people have to be wary.
Cloudhawk approached cautiously. Each corpse wore clothes that looked exactly like Cloudhawk. Are these unlucky guys who participated in the special training before? What killed them? If they were killed by wild beasts, they would be hung on a tree collectively without eating for no reason. The tree just looked weird, but it was just a dead tree without any threat. Sexual and aggressive.
Cloudhawk seemed to think of something. He felt that he shouldn't stay here for a long time. When he was about to turn and evacuate, he keenly felt that there was a thread that was indistinguishable by the naked eye, and he accidentally tripped on his right leg and broke.
In the trap? !
Suddenly a sense of danger surged to my heart.
The big tree's rough bark shoots out dozens of spikes densely in the cracks.
The speed of each spike is extremely fast, and the tip of the spike is obviously coated with highly poisonous. Although these poisons may not kill Cloudhawk, being stabbed into a porcupine will not be a refreshing experience after all .
Cloudhawk was unarmed and unable to resist, and it was too late to launch the strange stone. Although it made the fastest dodge speed, but the stinger was scattered like splashing water. Cloudhawk can dodge most of them, but cannot dodge all attacks. There are three or two. Still hit him.
However, Cloudhawk is no longer what it used to be. The moment the stinger hits the body, it immediately controls the local muscle tension, so that the spike is embedded in the skin and flesh, and there is no way to cause deeper damage. The toxin smeared on it has just diffused to play its role, but it also immediately provokes a strong reaction from the invaders inside, and the two subtle substances and life quickly form a battlefield in the body.
A circle around the wound of Cloudhawk turned purple and black.
This seems to be a poisonous attack effect, but it is actually the performance of a large number of invaders focusing on resisting toxins in a small area, only causing a small range of effects, and as long as the toxins do not cause damage to important organs and the brain, Cloudhawk Don't take it seriously.
Cloudhawk has not adjusted the status.
The forest jumped several short figures in a row.
Cloudhawk first heard the hissing from these guys' mouths, and saw that everyone was smeared with gray and black paint, vividly drawing the shape of the bones on the breast ribs, so it felt like a group of running people. Skeleton men, the little ones holding a long wooden spear, knife, stone axe and other weapons in their hands, all rushed towards Cloudhawk.
Wilderness people? There are Wilderness people in this forest!
Cloudhawk just wanted to change the greetings of the Scar instructor and the whole family. He thought it was just racing, and at most encountered a few Wilderness mutant beast in the forest, but who knew that this kind of thing would happen? This kind of wisdom race trap might have been long ago. It was already full of forests, but the instructor didn't give any hints.
When a group of ignorant and inexperienced people walk into a forest full of traps and ambush everywhere, the consequences can be imagined!
Of course, the small person is not a normal Wilderness person, but should be called Sweeper, which is the Meta-human category in Wilderness. However, this Sweeper tribe has clearly formed a stable form, so all tribes warrior are exactly the same body shape, not like some Sweeper(s) groups in Wilderness, various Meta-human are weird and strange, and the places they go are like a group of roving shows and monster exhibitions.
The small adult warrior in the deadwood forest is only 1.5 meters tall. Although the height is very short, but in exchange for the agility talent, everyone acts like wind in the deadwood forest. They are obviously wise, as can be seen from the arrangement of traps, but it is also because of this that makes them make wrong judgments.
These Meta-human found trap stingers in their prey, and naturally thought that the opponent had lost their combat effectiveness. One by one rushed up like crazy, and they all wanted to be the first to stab the elysian to obtain military exploits. Who knows that Cloudhawk has not lost its combat effectiveness at all, and it can even be said that it has not been greatly affected.
"Go!"
Cloudhawk shook his shoulder.
Oddball hovered in the sky and began to monitor the surrounding situation. If a large number of Wilderness indigenous people or other enemies are found, Cloudhawk will receive an alert immediately to prepare for it.
"Yeah!"
A Sweeper aboriginal monster cried and raised a sharp wooden spear to stab Cloudhawk. If it is a normal human being, Cloudhawk may still be merciful, but I am very sorry for this kind of mutant guy, Cloudhawk has no favors either before or now.
The Sweeper native suddenly felt that his hands were empty. He was stunned for a moment. When he reacted, he found that the wooden spear had been taken away in an instant, and he didn't even see the Cloudhawk movement clearly.
"Give it back!"
When the wooden spear was sent back, it pierced directly through the native’s chest, penetrated from behind, and shot a second native. It also crossed out, inserted into the body and nailed to the big tree.
Cloudhawk dodges another attack and punched the indigenous people in the face. Amidst the crisp sound of cracking bones, the explosive force of hunting smashed the whole cheek bones by 70%, and the sharp mouth turned into fragments. He slammed on the chest of another native, all his ribs were crushed and broken and inserted into his organs. When he flew high, he spewed blood like fireworks.
Why is this guy so alive after being stabbed?
In fact, don't talk about these indigenous people. Cloudhawk is also surprised. Since he arrived at Skycloud City, he has been improving during this period. The demonhunter exercise secret method has not been practiced until 30 moves.
After all, Cloudhawk encounters perverts such as Dawn Polaris and Frost de Winter. Even if he finishes all thirty-six moves, he can't beat it. Now, make a move finds that in terms of pure strength, it is not inferior to Mad Dog at that time. Even slightly stronger!
Cloudhawk is different from Mad Dog. Huangquan mercenary Mad Dog is only strong with strength. Cloudhawk speed, reactivity, recovery power, and control are quite balanced in all aspects, so in just the past six months, Cloudhawk has been small from a humble Scavenger, became a master who surpassed the original Yellow Springs Mercenary captain.
Of course, Cloudhawk grows too fast and lacks proficiency. Even with the same strength, Mad Dog combat experience is honed in Wilderness fighting for more than ten or twenty years. He knows how to use a strength, so he often breaks out. With 12 points of power, Cloudhawk lacks actual combat and application, and strength can play seven or eight points.
Even so.
Cloudhawk is not something ordinary natives can fight against.
Since there is an ambush by Sweeper here, it means that there must be a settlement of Sweeper nearby. Cloudhawk doesn't want to put a few livelihoods back to report the letter, it will only cause endless trouble.
Cloudhawk picked up a missing bone blade, rushed quickly, blade light flashed continuously, and several heads flew high.
The native panic screamed, and before he could retreat, all fell under the sharp edge.
Cloudhawk is preparing to continue searching for the target. A guy who is obviously different from other indigenous people jumps out. He is wearing a more refined leather armor, holding a refined revolver in each hand. When the person jumps out and is still in the air, two guns Fired at the same time.
Cloudhawk's pupils shrank suddenly, and the bullet trajectory reflected in it.
From the bullet out of the gun*, and then to the rapid marks in the air, the whole opening is like a long track when passing through the water. Can actually see the bullet's trajectory, which is unimaginable for the previous Cloudhawk!
Cloudhawk has never seen the trajectory of bullets before.
Not only can he see clearly now, if his experience is more sophisticated and his sword is faster, he can directly block the weapon.
Cloudhawk is not yet dare to be big, he still relies on unpredictable dislocation to avoid shooting. However, this native is obviously a spearman master. His bullets have fully calculated the most likely evasive behavior of Cloudhawk during the shooting process, so he is directly sealed with bullets, making him completely unavoidable.
Cloudhawk's brain turned faster than the opponent, and first judged the direction that the opponent was going to blockade, and the flashing point of the bullet was inferred to cover the upper body, so it performed a behavior other than the usual evasive action.
He directly leaned back and lowered his waist~IndoMTL.com~A few bullets all grazed his chest and chin. Cloudhawk had already supported his hands on the ground, and violently used his force to complete a backward leap movement, which burst out strength instantly. , Send Cloudhawk to a big tree five or six meters away.
Cloudhawk used the feet to touch the big tree as a point of leverage, quickly bent its knees to cushion the strength process and accumulated new strength, and slammed back like an arrow to the spear master.
This dodge and counterattack is a one-stop action. The natives obviously didn't expect this guy to be so powerful, but he was also very sturdy, and he shot again in a hurry. After evading a few deadly bullets, Cloudhawk was finally hit by a bullet, but still produced strong resilience by controlling the local muscles. The bullets could no longer penetrate the muscles, but only caused skin trauma.
The native spearman master finally showed a fearful expression.
He only realized now that this opponent is not only strong, he is quite strong in all aspects, but now it is too late to find out.
The blade was ruthlessly cut from the head, turning the natives into two pieces directly.
Cloudhawk stood firmly, his expression unchanged. He endured the pain and dug a few times in the wound on his chest, pulled out a blood-stained bullet and threw it on the ground. This injury did not matter and did not cause any impact. Cloudhawk simply checked the situation of the indigenous people. These Sweeper mutant's are very interesting. They have venom glands in their mouths and arms, which means that they are poisoned if they are bitten or caught.
It carries natural poison, no wonder the trap is full of stingers.
Cloudhawk looked around and there was no more live Sweeper, but when he stood up from the ground, his eyes fixed in one direction, his expression was not relaxed, but more serious, as if the battle had just begun.
"Don't hide!" Cloudhawk's voice is extremely cold: "I have found you, come out!"
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