"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know!" Rebecca glared at the alarmist Barnett and clarified, "I'm just saying that the skills of Sorens Demon Grass have the same effect as the Escape Technique." My teacher also admires those overseas people who have mastered the art of retreat, and they will never have anything to do with the demon world. ”

Rebecca's words made Barnett's wine suddenly wake up half, and with the goddess of magic endorsing those overseas nations who have mastered the art of retreat, it is basically certain that they really have nothing to do with the demons.

You must know that the goddess of magic, Bi Xiute, has always been known for hating demons, and in those legends that have been circulated, she has infiltrated the demon world more than once, and slaughtered there on a killing spree.

Thinking of the "tribulations" that the great troll warriors had endured for their disrespect to the goddess of magic, the old dwarf wisely gagged his mouth with a bottle.

They were here discussing clues about the art of retreat, but Zambit had not been idle. During this period, the Sorens Demon Grass quietly launched several sneak attacks, all of which were defused by the Troll Warriors with spears.

It seems that the attack of the Sorens Demon Grass is not violent, and Zambit can easily defuse it, but what makes him depressed is that he has never been able to attack the body of the Sorens Demon Grass. For the Sorens Magic Grass, there is no normal hard granite, which is the best barrier for them to resist Zambit's attacks.

"I said that you guys have finished discussing it, regardless of whether the demons are entrenched overseas or not, can you provide a way to attack the Solance Demon Grass first?" Zambit asked with some dissatisfaction. He had defused many attacks from the Sorens Demon Grass, and although it seemed to be relatively relaxed, his concentration was always at a high level of tension, and it was a big burden for a long time.

"Unfortunately, unless you can master that ethereal retreat, you can't do anything with this kind of monster. Rebecca asserted crisply.

"Schitt, what am I going to do to target it here?" exclaimed Zambit.

"Do you feel strange that the attack of the Sorens Demon Grass doesn't seem to be as terrifying as the legend suggests?" Coughren suddenly asked, "Aside from a little damage to Arrow, it doesn't seem to be a threat?"

"That's true. As long as we don't carelessly get hit by it, its threat will be much less. "Zambit, who has been wrestling with Sorens Magic Grass for a long time, has the most right to speak.

"Normally, there are only two possibilities for this situation, either it's stalling for time and trying to drag us here, or it's brewing something big. Silent guessed in earnest.

"Delaying time? Don't be kidding. It's an attack that's worse than a tickle, and we can leave at any time. Zambit said contemptuously, "By the way, now that Iero has been rescued, let's get out of this gloomy place! ”

"Haven't you always boasted about your nimble legs and feet, how can you be bothered by arthritis?" said Barnett, the old dwarf, laughing loudly as he held up his bottle, causing everyone to laugh.

Just when almost everyone relaxed their guard in the midst of a light laugh, a mutation suddenly happened.

Countless thick black vines suddenly emerged from the ceiling, floor, and pillars of the dungeon corridor, and the small mouths on the vines turned into bloody mouths, showing their sharp fangs and pounced on Zambit.

"Shirt, do you think troll meat is delicious?" exclaimed Zambit, who was shocked to find out that he was the only one who was targeting Sorens Magic Grass this time, and that everyone else was watching the show in a cage.

Although Zambit shouted loudly, his actions were unambiguous, and he danced the spear in his hand like the wind, and the large mouths on the vines of Sorens magic grass could not get close to him at all.

Zambit deliberately showed off his martial arts at this time, unfolding the troll's dexterous legs and feet to match the movements of his hands, like a colorful butterfly piercing flowers, constantly jumping among the black vines, while opening those big mouth attacks, he also easily stabbed, scratched, or hit on the black vines, leaving a lot of scars on the body of the Sorens Demon Grass that could not be attacked before, and relieved the frustration of not being able to attack the body of the Sorens Demon Grass just now.

"Wow! I can't believe that the great troll warrior is worthy of his name!, people used to think that Zambit would only brag!" Katie exclaimed as she watched Zambit's dazzling movements.

Just as Zambit was dissatisfied, at this time, the Sorens Demon Grass only appeared in the corridor of the dungeon, constantly attacking Zambit, but turning a blind eye to everyone in the cage, which gave everyone the opportunity to see Zambit's martial arts.

"Haha, the little girl is still very discerning!I said a long time ago that a great troll warrior is more than just a scout!" Zambit laughed smugly as he calmly dodged under the attack of the Sorens Demon Grass.

The great troll warriors have probably never been so face-saving in front of everyone. However, the next reminder from Celent made Zambit's face change greatly: "Mr. Zambit, be careful of those big mouths releasing that 'bad' gas again!"

"Wouldn't it? These big mouths have grown so much, can they still be so tasteless?" After hearing Celent's reminder, the great troll warrior's face turned green, and he estimated the change in the volume of his mouth, although he couldn't calculate the amount of change in the "poison gas" in this way, Zambit could easily calculate that if these big mouths also gave him such a gas attack, his lungs would be filled with that poison gas and suffocate to death.

As he was afraid of something, Zambit noticed several large mouths near him taking deep breaths, and the spikes connecting the mouths and vines inflated like balloons, and the yellow gas that Zambit couldn't avoid was clearly visible through the skin of the spikes that had become unusually thin.

"Oh, Shet!" Zambit was shocked at the sight, so many big mouths were preparing to launch a poison gas attack, obviously trying to poison him here!

Zambit screamed and fled, rushing towards the gap in the cage. It was then that the great Troll Warrior sadly discovered that the Sorens Grass was still growing while attacking him. Before he knew it, the vines, which were many times thicker than when they appeared, were about to fill the entire corridor, almost completely cutting off his way back to the cage!

"Don't you want to be so ruthless!" Zambit exclaimed, stunned as he stared at the cage that was close at hand, but couldn't get through anyway.

At this time, those big mouths had already been lucky, and one by one, the yellow smoke that was many times thicker than just now instantly rushed towards Zambit.

Zambit sadly thought that the "deliciousness" of the yellow smoke he had inhaled in his stomach just now appeared again, constantly stimulating Zambit's sense of smell and making him feel the urge to cut off his nose.

At that moment, Zambit felt something move in his hand, and when he looked closely, he saw Serent's hand reaching out of the gap in the cage with Sorens' magic grass, and he was holding something that surprised Zambit unusually much and shook at him - it was a gas mask from Ingneil's lab.