Rodney heard this, waved his hand, and looked indifferent: "Don't worry, this is normal." (8)(1)Δ Chinese Ω net.『 ８⒈”

"Then how can I quickly master the effects of combat skills?"

"Don't be impatient" Rodney handed me the water bag, I shook my head to show that I was not thirsty, he handed the water bag back to Eva, and said to me, "There is only one way to quickly master the effects of combat skills. ”

"What?" I asked.

"Fight!" Rodney said word by word: "Only if you keep fighting, a lot of battles, is the fastest way for you to master the effect of combat skills, and it is also the only way." ”

"That's decent," I teased, "you're not like someone who can say anything so serious." ”

Rodney glared at me, then sighed and said, "You guessed it right, Captain Clark taught me." ”

"Well, don't say it, it's kind of like that big guy," I nodded.

"What style?" Rodney asked.

"Hardcore, hot-blooded!" I gave a thumbs up, and I looked sincere and serious.

"Hey, hey, I'm embarrassed to say that," Rodney scratched his head.

I:......

I looked around, and now that the wave of crusts had been cleaned up, it was too early for the next wave to regenerate, and it didn't make sense to linger any longer, so I waved to Rodney and said, "Then I'll go first." ”

"Ahh Why are you going? Rodney asked subconsciously.

"You told me that if you want to master the skills, you need to fight," I said.

"Isn't there a ...... here" before Rodney could get stuck, and he looked around, but he couldn't find a monster jumping around, so he had to watch me leave.

The demonized bat on the thirteenth floor, I plan to skip it directly.

After all, flying in the sky is much more difficult to deal with than running on the ground, and how do I think the resonance skill is not like the name of a long-range attack.

Habitually glancing at the hall at the end of the closed cavern, it was still empty and nothing else.

Turning away, I stepped straight into the fourteenth floor.

As soon as I stepped out of the portal, a foul smell came to my face, like rotten meat that had been exposed to the sun for many days.

Evil......

Clenching my nose, I grinned and waved my hand, trying to expel all the rotten stench around me, but the smell became stronger and stronger.

But in the end, I was able to overcome the effect of the smell on me, and it was as simple as pulling a cloth to plug my nose and breathing through my mouth.

I just don't know if this smell will be harmful to my mouth.

"But don't leave the after-effects of bad breath...... I folded my hands and prayed silently.

The spatial structure of the fourteenth floor is similar to that of the thirteenth floor, with the only difference being that its roof is not densely packed with demonic bats.

The light shines from the ceiling, creating a space that is not bright, but it is not dim.

Three or five steps forward, as far as the eye could see, there was a dark red unknown, scattered on the ground.

"What's that?" Curiously, I stepped forward, drew my sword, and picked at the unknown with the tip of the knife.

From the tip of the knife, the texture transmitted back shows that it is neither soft nor hard, like a rag.

At the moment of provocation, an even more unpleasant smell spread out, and I only felt my throat dry, so I quickly dropped the object, bent over, and coughed violently.

"What does this smell like?" I was horrified: "I can choke my cough even if I block my nose!" ”

When I finally stopped coughing, I gasped for breath, wiped away my tears, frowned, and once again pointed at the object with the tip of my knife.

It's not that I'm not born with enough masochism, it's that there are some things that I always don't feel at ease until I figure out what it is.

Being in a dungeon requires not only extraordinary courage, but also improvisation and observation, which are necessary conditions for the path of exploration, and the only conditions for its survival.

What exactly is this dark red thing?

And why is it here?

If these two questions are clarified, perhaps the exploration of the fourteenth layer will be easier because of this.

When I provoked this stall again, I not only blocked my nostrils, but also closed my mouth.

The moment it was level with my vision, I vaguely felt a warm breeze blowing through it, as if it was emanating from this stall, but it was not like it at all.

"This is ......" I watched carefully, and when I saw it clearly, I threw it far away, with a look of disgust on my face.

"It's a puddle of rotten meat!" I muttered.

To be exact, this should be a puddle of rotten rotten meat.

Although there is still a faint faint color of blood, according to my judgment, this meat has been rotting here for at least ten days.

Not to mention its smell, even the texture of the meat has changed, and it has lost its elasticity, which is almost the same as a rag.

As for the origin of this piece of meat, I have a not very accurate suspicion: it may be the remains left behind by some adventurer after losing the battle.

If this is the case, a question arises: I have been stabbing with the tip of a knife for so long, why is it that there is only rotten flesh and no bones?

It stands to reason that in the eyes of dungeon monsters, delicious raw meat is far more delicious than hard bones, so after the general adventure level is killed and eaten, most of the remaining ones are bones and equipment, but they have never seen a situation where meat is left without bones.

Could it be that among the monsters on the fourteenth floor, there are experts who can make soup?

Pick bones and don't want meat, just to be able to drink a mouthful of delicious soup?

Is this the legend: never get tired of eating, never get tired of stewing?

Come on, this is a dungeon, not a food show!

I thought about it for a while, and then I finally calmed down, and when I looked around, there was no movement from any monsters, presumably either waiting for an opportunity to ambush, or secretly observing in the dark, in order to obtain more and more reliable information.

If this is the case, presumably the IQ of this layer of monsters is generally high, and it may become more difficult to clean it up.

As I walked along, I thought about the description of the fourteenth layer monster in the adventure manual.

In fact, I haven't reviewed the contents of the adventurer's handbook for a long time, and at first glance, I only feel vaguely impressed, but I can't recall the details recorded on it.

I was so anxious that I frowned.

"What kind of monster is the fourteenth floor?" I tapped my head, trying to force me to recall my past memories in a banging way.

This method is exquisite, and it is said that it comes from a certain religion, and it is called a stick to drink.

In other words, it seems that this stick is performed with a stick, but looking around, I can't even find a decent piece of wood when I talk about a stick.

I looked at the knife pinned to my waist and said, "I don't know if it counts with a scabbard." ”