The gates were open, and a tall man stood at the gate of the wall, holding a spear, on guard.At first, Leon thought that the strong man was a one-eyed man, but when the kobolds walked in, they found that this guy had one eye on the front and back of the face, and one eye on the left and right sides of the face, but except for the eyes on the front face, which grew on the forehead, the other three eyes grew in the middle of the face.Leon was a little curious about how his skull was long, wouldn't such eyes squeeze his brain to the ground?
The kobold leader knelt in front of the four-eyed man with two companions holding a sign, the left eye of the strong man rolled twice, he stretched out a hand, and one of the leader's companions took out a heart from his backpack that had been kept fresh by some kind of magic, and the other took out an air-dried head.Both of these things are taken from the extra hunt they get when they hunt the Shadow Monsters.The four-eyed man pursed his lips, not very satisfied with either of these things, but he pointed to his back in disgust, it turned out that there was a basket there, and the kobolds threw both things into it, and there was already some mess there, weird mushrooms, pus that was still wriggling, rotting eyeballs, and so on.After paying the entrance fee, the four-eyed strong man still let them in.The kobolds are happily moving forward, and when they pass by the four-eyed strong man, they will bow to him to express their gratitude?
A kobold's foot suddenly got entangled in something, and it lifted it into the air!
It was the tail of a four-eyed man, a long, arm-thick, python-like tail.This kobold still had a smile on his face, I don't know if he didn't react, or thought that the four-eyed strong man was joking with him?
The four-eyed man reached out and grabbed the kobold's other leg.Click, click, woo!
The kobold was torn in half, and the last thing he saw before he died was his own internal organs slapped on his face.The four-eyed man began to eat meat, and the ears and tails of the happy and joyful kobolds fell instantly.They began to run again, rushing through the gates as fast as they could.They hadn't been so low as they ran through the monster labyrinth, their ears and tails were straight, and they looked alert and excited.But Leon can understand that he knew that it was extremely dangerous, and what kind of dangerous place it was, and it was expected that there was danger.When you get to a safe place where you think you can be protected, it's a big blow, but you encounter danger.But life has to go on, and the kobold has to keep running.Walking into the city gate, the city wall layout is very majestic, and it is still very thick, and after walking at least two hundred meters in length, it finally came to the other side of the city wall, and the kobolds have almost adjusted, their ears are sharpened again, and their eyes are firm again.To be honest, Leon has a high opinion of this race.They cooperate with each other when hunting, and although there are differences in equipment, no one will sit back and enjoy them, or be lazy in private.Mages, including the boss, and those wearing metal armor will also carry ordinary supplies, and they will protect each other when they encounter danger in battle.As for the monster maze and the four-eyed strong man at the door, it is more of a helplessness because of the general environment.Walking out of the city gate, the noisy sound immediately became clearer, and there was also a guard at the exit, a strong man wearing full body armor who couldn't see what race he was, the kind that was stronger than the four-eyed strong man.His eyes moved with the kobolds, until the last kobold walked out of the gate, and he didn't grab one and eat them like the four-eyed man.The kobolds who had walked out for a while stopped and saluted the strong man in armor.As they moved forward, they finally regained some lightness.It's still an easy race to satisfy, even if it's just a little bit of kindness from the other side.However, Leon did not know their language, and could not make up his mind what the situation was.The dungeon is a chaotic and crowded place, the houses here are all boxy, but the angles are messy, there are no straight streets that have been planned, and all the houses are like children's building blocks that have been knocked over.The kobolds shifted positions, squeezing the kobold with an important item in the middle, and moved forward in a way they hadn't used before, grabbing the kobold in front of him by the tail.In this way, as soon as there are claws/hands/tentacles/chains and other things on the side, his companions in front and behind him will feel that something is wrong.And after entering the city, the kobolds began to rebel.The mage's wand head has a faint glow, which means that it is activated at any time.The warriors also drew their small daggers and held them in their hands, their ears erect, their eyes fierce, and a low guttural sound in their throats that was used as a deterrent.But even so, before they reached their destination, they still lost four clansmen, two clansmen were crippled, one attacker was killed by all the kobolds flying up, one was too fast to even see the kobold and disappeared with the kobold in his mouth, and another leader who was too powerful to stop the clansmen who were trying to attack and took them away.At last they stopped in front of a box house larger than the others, the whole of which was covered by a great complete hide, and in the doorway stood a fat, obese underground race, and he stood there, but he saw only a large belly dragging on the ground, but his feet were not visible, and his face was like a piece of fat that had been cut a few thin slits.He didn't look like a living creature at all, but fat that would melt at any moment.The Red Dog Clan, the village of Bablit, came to pay tribute.What the kobold said to the guard, Leon could understand!
It is Fae, the language of the earthly world that is now used almost exclusively for written communication and rarely for conversation.A language that should have died, but has survived tenaciously.The language of the underworld has been preserved in the form of a lingua franca?
However, it is not completely certain, and the necessary passage is just a sentence.Burst!
A round hole appeared in the fat monster's mouth, which was supposed to be his mouth, and he spat out a lump of yellow, clear liquid that looked like oil, at the kobold leader.A kobold shook it, and it seemed that this thing was a painful torture for the kobold's nose.The drenched leader was calm, waved his hand at his people, and turned into the leather-clad house.Bugs on the leader's body.
Leon continued to pass on the news, and the door of the house was also black from the outside, but in fact, the kobold leader who was walking forward bumped into something soft, black was the color of this thing, not the room.They squirmed and retreated as they touched the kobold leader, who slowly moved forward, his fur bursting open, and his ears sprung back desperately, almost level with the top of his head.As he walked past the wriggling wall of flesh, a green light filled the leader's vision.It was a reception hall, the floor was covered with some kind of thick furry leather, and at intervals there was a pillar lamp, on which was a green ball that reminded Leon of the glowing moss that could occasionally be seen in the realm of the mushroom herders.At the front of the hall there was a high platform, on which was placed a huge chair, and in the chair was not the fat monster outside the door, but a curvaceous dark-skinned beauty, looking at her long pointed ears and red eyes, Leon suspected that this was the legendary fallen.
Falling elves, that is, dark elves.As soon as the kobold saw the light, he immediately took off the bag on his back, he knelt down, dragged the bag all the way to a place three or four steps away from the dark elf, opened the leather bag, took out the small boxes one by one from the inside, carefully placed them on the ground, and pushed them towards the dark elf.During the whole process, the kobold didn't even lift his head, and when he was done, he lay directly on the ground: the great mistress of Macarita, this is the tribute of the village of Barburit for the next ten years, the skin of the shadow dancer.It turns out that the shadow demon is called the Shadow Jumping Demon, and the Fae language is still relatively vivid, and it can be determined that what they speak is indeed Fae, and it may be a coincidence in a word, it is all like this, and it is related and smooth up and down, then it is right.Of course, there are still some differences between the pronunciation of people in the underworld and Leon's learning, and if they have a face-to-face conversation, they will find each other weird.Macarita just glanced at the three boxes casually, her face full of impatience: three was too little.She snapped her fingers, and a man wearing only a crotch cloth came out of the corner, and from the horns on his forehead it was clear that he was also a half-demon, and he was handsome and athletic, and he took the three boxes.The kobold was startled: but, but every time in the past few hundred years of our tribe, the kobold didn't know what was happening, he just felt as if he had been kicked in the stomach with great force, and then he flew up, hit the wall, and slid down again.He couldn't breathe, his chest hurt, his eyes were black, and when he regained his sight, there were two more men at Macarita's feet.Neither of them was the half-demon who was carrying the box just now, one was also a dark-skinned dark elf male, and the other seemed to be a pure human.They all had handsome faces, tall and athletic figures, and they were all wearing only a crotch cloth.The male dark elf puts Macalita's feet on his thighs, takes off her shoes, and gently massages her.The human held a fruit bowl in one hand and placed an empty bowl to Macalita's lips with the other, allowing her to spit out the kernel casually.Within half a year, you need seven more skins of the Shadow Jumping Demon, otherwise your entire clan will be beaten into slavery.We kobolds struggled, he tried to defend himself, but he only said a word at the beginning and suddenly choked himself by the neck.Even the lice and other parasitic bugs on his body went crazy, pressing down on what he called his neck with his thin feet.People can't strangle themselves to death, and it turns out that this is a nonsense that is not metaphysical.The kobold's eyes bulged out, and his tongue stuck out, and the tongue that I loved him was so long that it could now lick almost up to his collarbone.His face was blue, his eyes were bloodshot, and he could have strangled himself to death if he continued for a while, but his hand suddenly let go, and the whole person fell to the ground, and it took a while to regain consciousness.Chapter 111 Or, you can also find a handsome man for me.Macarita lifted the human man's chin and touched his lips with his fingers suggestively, and the man opened his lips in cooperation, and Macarita smiled with satisfaction, of course, to be handsome like a human man, not a dog.Hahahaha., I don't want to see you ugly things.Markarita dragged both men onto her throne, and the fruit and pits were scattered all over the floor, and a man dressed in the same uniform quietly came out and cleaned up the ground.The kobold had to leave, and the little bug could hear him make a very low whining, which was a wail of pain.Is it because of physical pain?
The other kobolds were happily waiting for their patriarch, but when the patriarch came out, they immediately fell silent.Unfortunately, they started talking about it again, and Leon didn't understand it.They didn't leave the city and go back to the place where the trap had been set to hunt, but quickly headed in one of the directions of the city, Leon couldn't tell the difference between east and west in the underground world, and he admired that these permanent residents could clearly distinguish the direction.Following in the footsteps of the kobolds, Leon quietly expanded through the city.On the other side, there are also some discoveries, and interesting things always come together, and a leopard with horns, which is completely controlled by Leon, walks to a strange area, an area filled with fog.The fog emitted a faint white light, and the silence froze there.On the periphery of the light mist, Leon did not see any life, not only living creatures, but also plants, which clearly illustrated the danger of light mist.The horned leopard walked around and hesitated for a while, and finally crouched in place, and suddenly, its figure blurred, and then disappeared completely.In fact, it was just turning into countless flying insects, which were so small that they were too difficult to detect in the dark.The moment the bugs flew into the white mist, they fell to the ground.Leon ignores the nature of the fog, these small droplets of water are too much of a burden for the insect's wings and small body.And it's not just water in these little droplets, there's something in the water that's devouring little bugs.The little bugs looked back neatly, looking at their disappearing wings, and even all of Leon's points.
At this time, they all turned their heads and looked behind themselves.This gaffe is really because he is too excited.These beings smaller than bugs are so similar to the Leon factor.Suddenly I feel like I'm playing with my own kind.The bugs disappeared and turned into factors.Float in the air from the perspective of the factor, colliding with other objects, such as touching water, or devouring each other with hostile substances here.Leon: A little disappointed, subconscious: Why are you disappointed when you weren't eaten?
Leon: It's not a question of whether to eat it or not, it's a question of not being the same kind of thing.Subconscious: Isn't there already Eldy?
Leon: I used to think so, but it's clear that I subconsciously want to have one of my kind.By the way, aren't you my subconscious?
Subconscious: I am subconscious, so I know that I don't want the same kind, but memories of the past, and secrets about my own nature.Leon: Huh?
It seems to make some sense, so aren't you going to tell me?
Feed?
Feed?
The subconscious mind is playing dead again.Hostile matter has no intelligence, it simply absorbs everything that can be absorbed, and then splits and spreads.Whether it is the speed of absorbing the opponent, or the speed of splitting and spreading, Leon does not lose to the opponent.Factor and hostile substance are two pac-eaters face to face, gnawing at each other, but the hostile substance only knows how to rush forward, but the factor knows what it means to support each other, what it means to surround with fire, and what it means to lure the enemy deeper.León also had losses, but the losses were much lower than those of hostile substances.After a few hours, the mist that emitted a light gray glow, and for a moment, gradually turned into a faint red light, and Leon shrank himself a little, allowing the gray mist to become his protective layer.This fog is also supposed to be a specialty of the underground world, and the surface of the fog has changed too significantly, which will inevitably cause him trouble.The world in the gray fog made Leon feel like a mouse that had fallen into a rice bowl, and he grew up crazy in the gray fog.Well?
Leon thought it was a place where there were no creatures other than him and the Grey Mist, but as the night drew to a close and he and Eldi were about to get up, he found traces of life.It was a salamander-like creature, but it was flatter than a salamander, and it stood motionless on the ground like a black cloth.From time to time, it would open its mouth and suck heavily on the gray mist, its mouth had no teeth, only fine, slimy brush-like tentacles, and Leon had let some of his own factors into the thing's mouth.The hostile substance in the gray mist itself is stuck to the viscous liquid on the tentacles, and the moisture goes directly into the throat.Hostile substances are eventually digested.Water replenishes the water for the little monsters.This kind of little thing that swallows the gray mist doesn't need to be excreted, only in and out, and it can be said that it is really fully digested.The Leon Factor is safe, won't get caught, and can still feed on the monster.The fact that the gray mist did not fully expand into the entire underground world seems to be due to this strange creature.Can a hostile substance, the size of a factor, really be eaten as food, and really replenish the energy spent on digestion?
Leon had eaten several of them, and he was curious about the slime.The physical output of this creature is also within the range of his variations.After mastering this slime, Leon directly conjured a few drops in the gray mist, and the surrounding hostile matter was instantly sticked.Leon still didn't understand why hostile matter could be glued, and more and more hostile matter took the initiative to gather over.Because it is slime itself, Leon can feel this change more clearly.More and more hostile substances gathered together, and in a very fast time, quantitative changes led to qualitative changes!
Hostile matter has become a real cell?
And it increases at a faster rate, and the energy consumed in the increase is replenished by absorbing other hostile substances.