our family is gone

Chapter 327 Team
"Be careful." Disma also understood Tardif's meaning, and immediately nodded to him in response, picked up the dagger, jumped over the two entangled pigmen, and went directly to the pigman drummer.

The musket in his hand has just been fired and turned into a waste, but Disma himself is not a waste, and he rushed towards the ugly monster with a dagger in his hand.

The pigman drummer hiding behind lost his barrier, and when the figure of the Disma appeared, it also caused it to panic a little, like a startled beast, even the drum beats became chaotic.

Without any hesitation, Disma stepped forward quickly, stabbing the dagger in his hand to shorten the final distance between the two, as if he was going to duel with the pig-man drummer.

The dueling thrust seized the opportunity of its panic, and inserted the dagger into the pigman's body, and when it was pulled out, blood gushed out directly.

But to survive in such a harsh environment, these pigmen are also not simple things. Craziness and ferocity are almost engraved in their souls.

It let out a tragic pig cry like crazy, completely disregarding the injuries on its body, and swiped the bone stick in its hand. It had the strength to beat drums, and it also had the strength to break human bones.

Otherwise, guess whose bone it belongs to?

Disma is also brave. The blood blessing from the lord gave him great strength, and he also has the courage to win in danger.

His face was ruthless, his sharp eyes fixed on the attack of the pigman's drummer, and he seized the opportunity to fight back brazenly with his dagger.

In the dimness, only a silver light flashed, and the attack of the pigman's drummer was seen through, but it was getting a bloody wound on its hand.

And this was just the beginning, when Disma brandished a short sword and slashed at its lower limb joints, severing its hamstrings with forceful strokes.

Sometimes height is not a good thing, especially for monsters whose body proportions have not been screened by nature and have been forcibly fused.

It was already difficult to support it, but now it is difficult to support it on a single tree, and it is even more so that it loses balance and tilts its body.

And Disma finally found a chance, and aimed at the neck with all his strength to cut with the sharp blade in his hand, causing a large amount of blood in an instant.

And the pig-man drummer finally couldn't stand it anymore, let go of the two bones, and instinctively stretched out his hands to cover his neck to survive, but he still couldn't stop the blood, and a little struggle was nothing more than dying.

Disma stopped in front of it and watched the pig drummer collapse, panting heavily.

All the things happened in the blink of an eye just now, but Disma launched three attacks in succession. This kind of intensity consumes a lot.

Of course, the effect is also obvious, and the pig man drummer was killed by him three times in a row.

These pig drummers seem to know a bit of weird shamanism which is very troublesome.

But in the fierce close combat, there is always a collision and confrontation of strength, no matter how powerful the little trick is, it can't escape the sharp edge of Disma.

And when Disma turned back, everyone also dealt with the enemy individually, leaving only corpses all over the ground.

The originally noisy passage returned to that kind of silence again, only the heavy breathing of the crowd remained.

Thinking back to the battle just now, Disma and the others still felt a little palpitating. No one thought that the pigman drummer would have this trick, and almost overturned.

"Are you okay?"

It was only when Lance's voice came that they drew their attention, and saw that the battle had been settled on the Lord Lord's side, and the pigman's corpse was lying on the ground in a mess, and it was impossible to see clearly in the dim light.

A few of them only had to face one enemy, and the lord on the other side directly chopped down the opposite side with a shield axe, holding their backs tightly, and even resolved the battle faster than them.

Tardif was actually a little dissatisfied before the mission started.

He didn't understand that a noble lord would take the initiative to participate in such a dangerous task when he knew there were monsters.

I'm afraid that the lord will have to take care of himself when he is in the team. After all, if the employer has an accident, his bounty will be gone.

But I didn't expect the lord to be so fierce. He even acted as the main force to open the way along the way, and he was also at the forefront when facing the pigmen.

In the situation just now, if he could deal with so many pigs in an open place, it would be difficult to kill them in a short time, let alone being forced to confront the pigs head-on in these small places.

Now he was convinced, at least he knew very well that he couldn't do the kind of thing that he could face several pigmen at the same time and kill them in a short time.

"Boss, I'm hurt."

Boudica's words brought Tardif back to his senses, and he immediately realized what was going on. How could it be possible to be uninjured when the battle was fierce?

He realized that in order to let Disma pass by, he could only forcefully stop the pigman, and he was also beaten and knifed.

But fortunately, that guy was shot in the arm by a gun, and a sword was stabbed in the waist, so he couldn't do his best. Most of the direct damage from those attacks was blocked by his scales, and he could see the deformation and depressions on the scales. Mark of.

But no matter what, it was a trick. I didn't feel anything during the fight just now, but when the effect of adrenaline faded, I couldn't help but feel a little pain in my chest, chest tightness, and my breathing was a bit difficult.

Boudica's words immediately made Lance react, and he directly walked over with a torch, and saw Boudica standing there with a halberd, with a disturbed expression.

On her right arm, she could see a palm-length wound, with blood dripping down her fingertips.

It seemed that he couldn't dodge in time, and was scratched by the sawtooth on the butcher's knife.

Injuries are inevitable during battles, but what Lance said earlier made people feel uneasy. Most of the weapons of these monsters are contaminated with all kinds of filth and carry various germs. If you really want to get sick, it will be troublesome .

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Lance didn't talk nonsense, he stuffed the torch into Tardiff's hand beside him, and then took out clean water to clean the wound.

The water carried away most of the filth and blood and exposed the wound.

Flesh and flesh rolled, and bones were visible deep down. It was indeed fierce for Boudica to be able to carry this kind of injury and kill the pigman butcher. Even now, her face was so painful that she didn't even read a word.

Lance didn't delay, he cleaned the wound carefully, and then raised his hand to activate [Flesh Reconstruction].

The flesh and blood were healing, and the filth and blood were squeezed out of the wound, but it was healed within a breath, not even a single scar was left, only the newly grown white and tender flesh remained.

Tardiff was on the side, and was stunned when he saw this scene.

If he didn't care about [sacrifice] before, it was because he didn't understand and didn't care.

But this is different, he has come through life and death to this day, how many injuries he has suffered, big and small, even he can't remember clearly, didn't he survive that time abruptly?

As for the injury just now, it won’t heal within two or three months. It has to be recovered and there is no infection. If it is infected, it will only be able to gouge out the flesh and scrape the bones. No one wants to taste that feeling.

But now the wound has healed in just a few breaths, no wonder why the lord is so relaxed even though he has repeatedly told him to be careful not to get hurt.

Miracle?

Magic?

"This world is very big. Some abilities beyond understanding are actually not magical. It's just that you don't know much about it because you haven't been exposed to it before." Lance reached out to take the torch back from Tardiff's hand, as if he had sensed something, and his eyes were on On the damaged and deformed scale armor in front of him.

"Are you hurt too?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Tardiff to say anything, he raised his hand and pressed it, directly healed the little internal injury.

"It's nothing serious, it's just a little contusion that causes shortness of breath, but I said I was injured and I said it. If your injury drags on, and you fight a few more fierce battles, it will become an internal injury and become the root cause of the disease."

Why didn't Tardiff say it?
In fact, he is not good at words, or he has an instinct to isolate himself, the task is the task, just complete his own part, and he does not want to communicate too much with others.

Because the betrayal at the beginning made it difficult for him to gain a sense of security from his companions.

In addition, if he had chosen to go firmly instead of hesitating just now, I am afraid that Boudica would not be injured if he was entangled with an enemy.

And Disma, the gunman, didn't need to waste that shot to save himself, but was forced to take the risk of going through the protection of the two enemies and fighting close to him.

His own injury is also retribution for him, and it is not serious at all, and it will pass after a resistance, so he is too embarrassed to speak.

But today he felt a feeling he had never felt before. No one accused him of being distracted and losing his fighter, but...

That... unspeakable emotion is spreading.

Lance warned, but didn't continue talking about him, and turned to Disma and asked.

"Is Disma alright?"

"Don't worry, my lord, how could those monsters touch me." Disma grinned, and the blood-stained dagger in his hand looked quite ferocious.

Lance didn't care much, and turned his attention to the corpses.

Pig Slayer, Pig Hook, and Pig Cripple, these three have been studied before, and Lance directly raised his hand to sacrifice, so as not to be an eyesore.

But the corpses of the two pigman drummers were left behind. Of course, he wanted to do some research.

But at this time, Disma reminded him.

"The monster also beat the drum just now. I'm afraid there will be enemies coming. It's not safe here."

"I'm not afraid of it coming, but I'm afraid it won't come." Lance didn't care, he was here to cut leeks, otherwise, why should he come in this broken place with no oil or water?
The narrow passages restricted his army to clear them out, but it also restricted the pigmen from besieging them.

As long as Lance is alone, he can be the guard of one husband and one man.

Kill as many as you come, today is a good day to eat pork!

Disma didn't question the lord's decision, he just did his own thing, loaded the ammunition, and was always on the lookout for monsters that might emerge from the darkness.

"Human skin drum... human leg bones..."

Lance checked the equipment on the pigman's drummer, especially the human skin drum had a bit of extraordinary power, which was definitely not something a pigman could make.

Lance opened the drummer's body, and there were not many strange organs and mutations in it, except that there were many tumors on the neck, and the brain was bigger than other pigmen.

Seeing this, Lance already has a plan in mind. If the previous series of pigmen is a case of the ancestor's experiment step by step.

Then this is a further example of the ancestor's research, he actually tried to artificially transcend...

"My lord, do you see this?"

Lance made a move here, and it was impossible for Disma and the others to be idle. Instead, they explored the way with Tardiff one after the other, to beware of possible enemies.

And just didn't take a few steps and Disma discovered something very interesting.

Lance sacrificed the two corpses casually, and walked towards what he found expressionlessly.

Boudica was holding a torch beside Lance, and followed his footsteps, stretching his neck curiously.

Lance also saw what Disma said through the firelight, which was a small cart full of flesh and blood corpses,
I don't know how long it has been left there, but most of the flesh and blood in the car has begun to rot and become a pile of rotten meat that is fused together and nothing specific can be seen.

But he can still distinguish the distinctive human skulls, it's just that these pigmen are hiding here, where are the hunting humans?
More than that, Lance took a look, and there were some hard-to-distinguish large pieces of flesh and blood on it, which didn't seem to be found on humans or normal creatures at all, because that thing had a very obvious fusion of flesh and blood. Si has only seen it in the hands of the ascension disciple who implanted the [seed] to control the power of flesh and blood.

And this is the waste pool where the ancestors studied the power of flesh and blood...

But what can he say?No matter what the ancestor made, I can only wipe his ass. This is the price of bearing the noble status.

According to the past, even if Disma didn't speak, Boudica would definitely say a few words, but at this time there was only silence.

It's not that they were frightened by the flesh and blood on the car, they simply didn't have such thoughts.

And Lance also noticed that the few of them were not in good condition, even Boudica, who was the most energetic, seemed a little listless.

From coming in to now fighting continuously, they don't want their own physique and enduring energy.

"Everyone is tired too, go ahead and find a spacious place to camp."

It was only when they heard this that they realized that they didn't see the sun after they came in, they had no concept of time at all, and even forgot that people had to sleep.

Don't say it, I still don't feel it, and now they are even more exhausted after hearing these words.

But they all know where this is, and they are still holding on to their bones, guarding their surroundings.

Lance raised the torch and led the way, and soon found a node the size of a room, and what was interesting was that there was a huge stone table in this place.

There are some rough utensils on it, pots and pots, and there are bones piled up around it.

Look at the messy situation, and those dining cars full of rotten meat are probably going to be pushed here too.

The first thing all the teams encountered was the food truck escort. One of the two waves of reinforcements started from here, and the other side should be the pigmen who came here for dinner.

(End of this chapter)