The conversation didn't go on, for any information about the elven warrior would soon become a source of jealousy and longing. (8) 『ΔΔ(一) Chinese Net*.81.

Men, most of them are more longing than jealousy, and women, most of them are jealous and longing, which is normal.

If it wasn't an elven female warrior, but an elven male warrior, the men's actions would have become more intense than the women's.

Walking through the portal on the eighteenth floor, I asked Harold, "What is your mission this time?" ”

Harold said, "Sandworm's teeth, collect a hundred." ”

"What's the use of that......

"I don't know, that's what the God of Creation prompted."

"Hey, the God of Creation, is this old man so idle?" I scratched my head and muttered, "Besides, how are you going to give this thing to him?" ”

"Once you've collected them, place them in front of the stone statue and you're done," Harold said.

"What happens to these teeth?" I asked again.

"It should just disappear," Harold said in a less certain tone.

"Disappear?" I raised an eyebrow: "How did this thing disappear out of thin air?" ”

"I don't know," Harold shook his head, "That's how the collection from the last mission disappeared into thin air. ”

"What was the last mission?"

"The tentacles of the ground walkers."

The thought of those tentacles that could discharge at any time shuddered.

We didn't have to go far before we ushered in the eighteenth layer, the first attack of the sandworm.

A fat, shiny sandworm came out of the ground with a brush, bringing out a small patch of moist dirt and a lot of disgusting salivation.

Its oval, cylindrical body, trembling slightly, like a ventilation pipe covered with asphalt, flew up and rushed straight up.

It rushed up almost two or three meters high, and suddenly stopped the upward trend, and then, its body folded, bent from half of its body into an arc, and its oval head was facing downward, shaking slightly.

Then, as if he had chosen a target, he burst out and swooped down on the head of one of the adventurers.

This series of actions is only born in the blink of an eye, which is why many adventurers die here: too fast.

I already knew that the way the sandworm attacked was to attack the neck of a human.

The oval-shaped head has a large, four-petaled mouth with rows of sharp, fine teeth.

It seems that in Resident Evil, the lips of those new mutant zombies are both frightened and disgusting.

The adventurer who was attacked was a male archer, and the thing happened suddenly, he was also slightly stunned, but fortunately, he was experienced in dealing with the enemy, and soon, he reacted, first jumped up, and at the moment of the moment, he dodged the attack of the sandworm, and then pulled the bow and arrows, and took a slight aim, boom!

With a crisp sound, the arrow burst out of the wind, sliced through a straight line, and shot directly into the four-petaled mouth of the sandworm.

However, the arrow had no effect, and only stiffened the sandworm's movements.

The archer did not stop there, but bent his bow again and aimed at the sandworm.

A moment of stiffness gave him time to prepare, and he said something silently, and a white light shone between his fingers.

The white light, along the fingers, spread like mist, and soon, the whole arrow was wrapped in clusters.

At this time, the sandworm also came back from its state, bowed down, and flicked, like a projectile, and pounced on the other adventurer closest to it.

At the same time, with a bang, the arrow wrapped in white light drew another straight line, and once again nailed deep into the four-petaled mouth of the sandworm.

Syllable!

There was a muffled sound.

One of the large mouths of the sandworm was shattered by the impact released by the moment this arrow exploded.

The force of the impact shattered one of the sandworm's lips and pushed its head backwards.

The three-petaled mouth of the head was sprinkled with yellow liquid and pieces of minced meat, and from the depths of the throat, a terrible low whistle came out.

In my opinion, now is the best time to rush forward and attack in groups, and the adventurers who are approaching the sandworm actually retreat in unison, giving the male archer enough space to fight.

The male archer also seemed to think that this was natural, and the big thorn stepped forward and opened a 1vs1 situation with the sandworms.

"What does that mean?" I asked Harold on the side.

Harold watched the male archer fight with the sandworm with a leisurely expression, as if he were watching a play, and said, "This is the rule." ”

"What rules?"

"The rules of the Grand Guild," Harold said, "are also one of the rules that all Grand Guilds have tacitly assumed." ”

"What do you mean?" I still don't get it.

Jura leaned closer to me and explained, "The Grand Guild has such an unwritten rule, in the face of non-BSS situations, when any team member shoots a monster, that team member will solve it himself, and no one else is allowed to interfere, unless that team member asks for help, they can help." ”

"Is there any benefit to this?" I asked.

"First, it can verify the individual strength of the players, and second, it can reduce disputes over loot."

"What kind of bullshit rule is this?" I raised my eyebrows and said unhappily, "What if that team member can't handle it?" And then still in a situation where you can't call for help? How to break? ”

"Usually this doesn't happen," Jura said, "Every member of the guild who has just entered the guild will be trained extremely rigorously, until they can fight on their own, and then they will be allowed to enter the dungeon with the party. ”

I spread my hands and said, "I don't agree with this, the battle is changing rapidly, and life and death may be decided in the blink of an eye, who knows if the companion who accompanies me will die on the battlefield like this in the next moment, I don't care about others, I won't look at my companion like this anyway." ”

"That's why you're not the head of the Grand Guild," Yura said, a little displeased in her tone, more sarcastic.

"I don't have a guild yet, and I don't have that much time to start something like that," I said, with a nonchalant expression on my face, "I'm just a hidden unqualified captain at best." ”

"If you don't even qualify to be the captain, you won't be able to be the guild leader," Jura scoffed again.

"You don't count," I said, with a ╯╰╭ expression.

"But I can guess," Jura sneered again.

"What if I create a guild one day?" I gave her a blank look, and it smacked of provocation.

"If you can really create a guild," Yura bit her lip and said, "I'll marry you." ”

Burst!

I almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and suddenly remembered what Rodney had said to me earlier.

This Yura, even making this kind of bet, can't it really be that she can't get married......