Chapter 59 Plan

Simon came out of the arch, and his soul fire was much darker, and even the sound showed deep fatigue.

Leo and his teammates greeted him, but they did not watch the battle - the appearance of the spore cloud made them far away from the arch and out of the red fog.

"It's all over," Simon's words were very happy. He hung his weapon on the saddle of the skeleton horse - the skeleton horse did not participate in the battle and stayed outside: "If there is nothing else, I'll check it later and get ready to go back - I still have something to do!"

Simon deliberately kept a distance from Leo, and he prevented Leo from continuing to approach. The Dark Knight pointed to the yellow** and red dust on his body and explained his reason with a strange gesture - there were blood moss spores on his body, which was no joke.

Leo politely said goodbye to the master, and the team members also came forward one by one to salute the Dark Knight and thanked him for his help.

Simon asked Leo's purpose before leaving. He pondered for a while and was not in a hurry to leave.

"Before you go to war with it, you must call me again," Simon told him, "I hope I can help you find a way to deal with him when you go back - or I will protect you from the escape!"

After a slight reply, Simon checked the whole channel and found only a few moss-eating larvae, and no adult worms were found.

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After a night's rest, the spore clouds all dispersed. Under the leadership of Garlock, several people jumped over the stone and walked through the path to the moss-eater's nest.

When jumping, Leo found Garlock's strength. His gasp was as loud as a bell box, and he obviously staggered when jumping. After arriving at the path, Garlock put his focus on one leg and could see that one of his legs or waist was injured.

When Garlock found Leo's attention, he stood up straight with pain, "Let's continue," he suggested and tried his best to cover up his injury.

Leo didn't ask him about it. This Caucasian is like a frozen rock in the winter of the underground world, and when it doesn't make use, he is too thought of others and too proud to admit his injury. His friends couldn't stop to wait for him to recover, and of course they couldn't carry him, so he could only let the pain pass with a bitter smile and take difficult steps.

Leo saw Garlock's tenacious back, which was so tall that he was fearless even in the face of death, but now he is in pain for his own reasons. Leo looked ahead, and the dark tunnel still stretched forward endlessly. For the first time, Leo began to feel his responsibility and began to doubt whether he and his partners were doing something beyond his ability.

Soon after, the team went to the end of the cave, and they turned a corner and entered the nest of the moss-eater.

Like all animals' nests, the cave is full of all kinds of rotten smells. On one side of the nest, there is a small exit, and everyone's pierces through it and reaches the plains of dead life.

"Don't go today," Zach suggested. He also found the fact that Garlock was injured. At the same time, after a long journey, it is really not suitable to continue taking risks. We should be careful when choosing a camp. I don't want to get up in the middle of the night and be surrounded by a group of skeletons.

"We can actually drive for at least an hour," Garlock declared, declaring that he didn't want everyone to be in danger for himself.

"We will earn this time back tomorrow," Leo expressed his opinion: "Now the first thing is to restore your physical strength, not to be busy on the road."

Zack fully agreed: "Every step, the smell of those undead creatures comes from all directions," he said: "We will encounter a fierce battle - let's have a good rest and then do it!"

"But we should try to avoid it. It's better to set a bait, and then we can take the opportunity to bypass it." Leo added.

Everyone laughed, and they remembered the bait Leo set on the stone bridge.

"We can use the blood of moss," Bosk suggested: "After attracting them, we can run as far as we can."

"Those are the things to be done tomorrow, and what we need now is a good rest." Leo made a decision with a smile.

Just a short distance from the exit, a simple camp was set up in a crack in the rock, and everyone ignited the moss meat in the rock folds.

The meat of this omnivores is tender and juicy, containing more water than snake meat, which made everyone praise. Bosk shouted, "This may be the biggest reward for us to go through this channel this time," he stuffed the meat into his mouth and chewed hard: "It tastes as delicious as snake meat." Everyone was trying to eat more meat, and no one answered.

After dinner, Bosk took the initiative to accept the task of duty. He lay on the rock and observed the surrounding environment. A magic called "Night Vision" was released by him once every quarter of an hour, so that he could more clearly find the visitors from the shadows.

Others are setting traps. They hang a large number of holy water jars carried by Leo above the cave and touch them with a rope. Then they put several magic scrolls on the passage in the cave and set them to touch.

After everything was completed, the team rested in the deepest part of the cave. A whole few days of rushing and fighting have exhausted everyone's physical strength. This sleep is particularly precious and necessary for them.

After the others snored evenly, Garlock couldn't sleep because of the pain. His sprain got worse and worse after rushing, showing a blue and purple color and swelling.

He walked to a corner away from everyone, rolled up his trousers and checked his injuries.

"Hm, it seems a little serious." Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Garlock smiled and pretended not to care: "Hey, it's just a small problem. I'll kill a bunch of skeletons tomorrow!" He tried his best to stand up straight, "Shall we have a game tomorrow?" He proposed positively.

One hand was placed on Garlock's shoulder to prevent him from continuing to exert force. Leo squatted down and carefully observed the injury. He frowned and said, "There seems to be something wrong. In this way, I'll try to use a small "cold air" to see if it can be a little more comfortable."

Garlock tried to withdraw his leg, but was firmly held down by Leo. He struggled hard and did not break free, and could only let Leo perform his magic.

After this first-level magic was released on the wound, it quickly eased the tingling of the wound and the swelling. "This is only temporary. It's better to find a priest later!" Leo clapped his hands and stood up, with a trace of apology, as if everything was his fault.

Garlock patted Leo on the shoulder, and Leo patted his big hand like a fan in pain: "It doesn't matter," he saw through Leo's uneasiness: "We are all willing to be with you to join this mercenary regiment," his eyes were full of smiles: "We support your decision!"

"But what if I'm wrong?" Leo's face was full of guilt: "This task may be dangerous, far beyond our ability." He spit out his worries: "I may put you in danger, which scares me the most."

Garlock looked at the young man in front of him, and his face was full of melancholy that did not match his age. Garlock slowly opened his mouth: "There is a kind of bird in the Caucasus Mountains. They have been flying since birth and have never stopped. We are just like this bird. Even if there is a storm, thunder and lightning, we can only soar in the sky!"

Although Garlock didn't say much, it still eased Leo - at least he knew that Garlock did not resent him. Leo always felt that he owed something to this straightforward giant.

In those years, Leo did not ask Garlock what had happened, but an intuition to tell him that a tragic tragedy had happened to this person. The bloody anger made him agree to him, but it never went on.

Leo sighed and went outside again and continued to keep watch.