The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

The topic did not continue, because I found that any information about the female elf warrior would soon become a source of jealousy and longing.

Men are mostly jealous than jealous, and women are mostly jealous and longing, which is normal.

If the one was not the female elf warrior, but the male elf warrior, the men's actions would have become more intense than the women.

Passing through the portal on the 18th floor, I asked Harold: "What is your mission this time?"

Harold said: "Collect a hundred of sandworm teeth."

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

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

"Hey, the old man, the **** of creation, is it painful to be idle?" I scratched my hair and mumbled: "Besides, how do you give him this stuff?"

"After collecting, put them in front of the stone statue to complete the task," Harold said.

"What will happen to these teeth after it's finished?" I asked again.

"It should disappear right away" Harold wasn't so sure in German.

"Disappear?" I raised my eyebrows: "Why does this thing disappear out of thin air?"

"I don't know either." Harold shook his head: "This is how the collection of the previous mission disappeared out of thin air."

"What was the last task?"

"The antennae of a groundworm."

Thinking of the pair of tentacles that can discharge at any time, I shuddered.

We didn't go far, we ushered in the eighteenth floor, the first attack of sandworms.

A fat and oily sandworm came out of the ground with a brush, bringing out a small piece of moist soil and a lot of disgusting salivation.

Its elliptical cylindrical body quivered slightly, like a ventilation pipe covered with asphalt, just soaring up.

The upward thrust was almost two or three meters high, and the upward thrust was suddenly stopped. Then, its body buckled and turned into an arc from its half, with its oval head facing downwards, shaking slightly.

Afterwards, it seemed to have selected a target, burst out suddenly, and swooped down on the head of one of the adventurers.

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

I have clearly known before that the attack method of sandworms is to attack the human neck.

There are rows of sharp and dense teeth on the big four-petal mouth of the split oval head.

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

The adventurer being attacked was a male archer. When the incident happened suddenly, he was also slightly taken aback. Fortunately, he had rich experience against the enemy. He soon reacted. He jumped first, and dodged at the moment of his death. The sandworm's attack, then draw a bow and arrow, take a glance, boom!

With a crisp sound, the arrow broke out of the wind, struck a straight line, and directly shot into the sandworm's four-petal mouth.

However, this arrow didn't produce any effect, it just made Sandworm's movements stiff.

With one blow, the archer did not stop because of this, but bent his bow again and aimed at the sandworm.

The moment of stiffness gave him time to prepare. He muttered something silently, and a white light gleamed between his fingers.

The white light followed the fingers, spreading rapidly like mist, and soon wrapped the pruning arrows.

And at this time, Sandworm also recovered from the state of being energized, bowed and shot, like a projectile, toward the other adventurer nearest to it.

At the same time, with a ‘boom’, the arrow wrapped in white light drew another straight line and nailed it deeply into the sandworm’s four-petal mouth again.

Snapped!

There was a muffled sound.

One of the big mouths of the sand worm was shattered by the impact force released by the instant the arrow exploded.

The impact force crushed a flap of the sandworm's lips and pushed its head back.

The head of the three-lobed mouth was sprinkled with yellow liquid and pieces of meat, and from the depths of the throat, there was a terrible low noise.

In my opinion, it is the best to swarm up right now. When the gang attacked, the adventurers approaching Sandworms all backed away, giving the male archer enough space to fight.

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

"What do you mean?" I asked Harold on the side.

As if watching a play, Harold embraced his arms, watched the male archer fight the sandworm with a carefree expression, and said, "This is the rule."

"What rules?"

"The rules set by the Great Guild," Harold said, "It is also one of the rules that all the Great Guilds default."

"What do you mean?" I still didn't understand.

Yula leaned closer to me and explained: "The Great Guild has such an unwritten rule. In the face of non-boss, when any team member shoots a monster, that team member will solve it by himself. Others Don't intervene, unless the team member makes a call for help, he can help."

"Is there any benefit in doing this?" I asked.

"One can verify the personal strength of the players, and second, it can reduce disputes over trophies."

"What's the **** rules?" I raised my brows and said annoyedly: "Then what if the team member can't handle it? Then I still can't ask for help? How to break it?"

"This usually doesn't happen," Yura said: "Every member who has just entered the guild will receive extremely rigorous training. They will be trained until they can fight independently before allowing them to enter the dungeon with the team."

I spread my hands and said: "I don't agree with this. Fighting changes rapidly. It is possible to decide life and death in the blink of an eye. Who knows if my companion will die on the battlefield in the next moment. I don't care about others, I will not Look at your comrades acting like this."

"That's why you are not in charge of the Grand Guild," Yura said, his tone a little unpleasant, more sarcasm.

"I don't have a guild yet, and I don't have so much time to start that kind of thing" I said with an indifferent expression, "I am at best a hidden unqualified captain."

"You are not even qualified to be the leader of the guild, and you can't even be the leader of the guild" Yola sneered again.

"What you said doesn't count" I have a ╮(╯▽╰)╭ face.

"But I can guess" Yura sneered again.

"What if I create a guild someday?" I gave her a blank look and gave her a provocative taste.

"You want to really create a guild" Yula bit her lip and said, "I will marry you."

puff!

I almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, suddenly remembering the words Rodney had said to me before.

This Yura, even betting on this kind of bet, wouldn't he really be unable to marry...

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