Chapter 69 Found the Weakness

Um?

I hesitated for a moment, and suddenly remembered that there were stone shell monsters chasing me behind me. I turned around subconsciously, only to see that the group of stone shell monsters chasing me were all standing there, stiff, and it took almost two seconds before I recovered. He made a move and continued to rush toward me fiercely.

What happened in that moment just now?

As I ran around the spellcasting stone shell again, I thought about what had just happened.

The impact of being blocked by the Zanmatada sword is still there, so it must have hit something. Although I don’t know what it was, I can conclude that that thing must be the weakness of the stone shell monster. As long as I find it, You will definitely be able to defeat the stone shell monster easily.

I sped up my running pace, also increased the number of attacks, and changed the position of my slashes. From the beginning, I only attacked the fatal position, to now I attack every detail of my body.

After chopping more than ten times in a row, the blade of the Zanmatachi once again touched the hard object. This time, I did not pull out the tachi again, but stabbed hard with the straight sword, instantly inserting it into the stone shell near the hard object. , drew a circle according to the position of the tip of the Zanmatachi, then pulled out the Naotatachi, threw it on the ground, made a fist with his right hand, and poked through the cut hole, and after a little groping, he touched a half-fist-sized spherical hard object.

He stretched out his palm, pulled hard, and pulled the thing out.

The moment it was pulled out, the stone shell monster's whole body suddenly trembled violently. Then, cracks began to appear in the dense stone shell. The cracks spread at an extremely fast speed. In just four or five seconds, they were covered Then, a crash was heard all over the body, and the stone shell monster turned into a pile of rubble again.

What was different from the past was that the gravel did not last for a few seconds on the sand before turning into a cloud of black smoke and dissipating in the air.

There were a few tinkling sounds, and two silver coins lay quietly on the sand.

Suddenly, he remembered the group of stone shell monsters behind him and quickly turned around.

The group of stone shell monsters behind me that had just been chasing me stopped chasing and stood quietly on the spot, as if they were standing there originally.

Before I could get closer, I heard a few soft clicks, and the group of stone shell monsters turned into countless pieces of gravel in an instant, and fell to the ground one after another.

I tried to step forward and kick a few times, but found that it was just a pile of ordinary gravel fragments, which did not turn into black smoke and did not explode anything of value.

I was slightly disappointed and opened my hands to see what I was holding.

As a result, the moment he opened his hand, the ball in his hand turned into black smoke.

Looking at the empty palms, I frowned, sighed helplessly, bent down, picked up the two coins on the ground, put them into the pocket at my waist, looked at the empty desert, and felt relieved. meaning.

Although I am not a roadie, I still dare not move forward rashly in the vast desert. If I accidentally lose my way, in just three to five days, I will become a landscape in this desert - a mummy. .

It would be okay if it just became a quiet mummy. But if some evil collectors on the Zephyr Continent discover it, this one collects my arms, that one collects my thighs, and ultimately ends up dead without a complete body. That's not what I want.

After making up my mind, I sat cross-legged, drank some water, and ate something. I guessed that time was almost up, and slowly walked back to the eleventh floor portal.

The demonized spiders haven't spread over a large area yet, so the road is fairly smooth.

When I returned to Airey City, it was still dark. When I passed by the cafe, I saw the busy figures of Barbara and Florence.

Normally, when Phoenix and the others came back, they would take Florence and Barbara home and prepare dinner together, but now the two of them were helping in the shop, so I guess Phoenix and the others hadn't come back yet.

While walking on the street, I looked around and happened to pass by a weapons store. I stopped and thought that it would be interesting to chat with the old goblin Patch for a while, so I opened the door and entered the house.

At a glance, Patch, who originally had a profiteer smile on his face, was holding his chin in a daze with a frown on his face.

"Hey, expert, you're not afraid of scaring away the customers with your exaggerated expression of being constipated for many days."

"It's not an expert, it's Patch." The old goblin replied habitually. Suddenly he was startled. He raised his eyes and saw it was me. A slight smile returned to his face, but he was still so miserable that he couldn't bear to look directly at him: "Why are you here? Already?"

"What, you're not welcome?"

"No, no," Patch waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I was just asking casually."

Seeing that he had regained some of his normalcy, I said jokingly, "You look bitter and resentful. Why, your niece was defeated?"

"how come!"

Patch shook his traitor wig and said excitedly: "My niece is very good. There is no problem in entering the semi-finals!"

"So awesome." I complimented casually and said, "Then why are you so worried?"

"Why.."

Patch sighed and said listlessly: "Business is not easy to do, and I don't make much money. How can I not be distressed?"

"Aren't you an expert? Why are you worried that no one will buy weapons?"

I teased him.

"Does being an expert mean you will be popular?"

Patch didn't understand what I meant. He pointed to his weapons shop and said, "Look at my shop. It's almost the shabbiest on this street. How can any adventurer believe that I'm an expert?"

"Then you should change the appearance and decorate it."

"furnish?"

Patch shook his head helplessly: "Where can I find the money for decoration?"

"No, I don't even have money for decoration." I pulled up a chair, sat down, and said, "Aren't the weapons you made very expensive? If you sell one, you can live for a long time. How do you make it?" So shabby..."

I suddenly thought of a possibility and blurted out: "You're not going to gamble with it, are you?"

Patch shook his head in denial: "Of course not. I have always hated gambling."

"It's not gambling. That's it." I smiled obscenely: "You don't know how to keep a mistress. I heard that keeping a mistress also costs a lot of money."

"Look at my outfit." Patch pointed to his greasy and gray work clothes and said, "Does it look like I can find a mistress?"

I looked him up and down, held my chin and nodded: "Don't say it, it's true, most women will definitely look down on him."

I stepped forward, smiled mischievously, poked his chest with my elbow, and said, "However, there is no guarantee that there will be that kind of woman who likes your bad taste."

Well, I'm recovering. I'll be back to two chapters a day soon.