Chapter 267: Bizarrely Tenacious, Knowing in Heart

"Hmm?"

The scorching heat rushing from the back of his neck made Xia Nan pause, almost thinking he had encountered an enemy attack.

Then he reacted instantly.

"【Green Pine】?"

The wooden sword from the Snake Cave Secret Realm, his first rare "blue equipment" after crossing over, possessing Eastern classical aesthetics, its efficacy could not be said to be powerful:

+15% damage to undead creatures (Yang Flame)

+20% damage to snake and scorpion creatures (Yang Flame)

It provided a lot of help when his combat style had not yet been completely formed.

But it was a pity that after the Kalanfur trip, Xia Nan had never encountered an enemy that could trigger the 【Green Pine】's additional damage effect, making this weapon, although carried on his back at all times, used far less frequently than other pieces of equipment on his body.

Only in some narrow environments, or after the beheading longsword was dropped, would it be drawn as a backup weapon.

Although he didn't have the idea of selling it, he often felt it was a pity, thinking it was a bit of a waste of this single-handed sword's efficacy.

After obtaining the professional level and climbing to the second floor of the association, Xia Nan even specifically looked for several commissions that might trigger the wooden sword's effect.

Later, after careful consideration, he felt it was unnecessary to specifically increase the difficulty of the mission just to make the wooden sword appear useful, so he let it go.

Until today, two or three hundred days had passed since the Kalanfur trip, 【Green Pine】 moving inexplicably like this was truly unexpected.

His brain turned quietly, the inexplicable effect of the wooden sword in the current scene was clearly related to that dry corpse kneeling under the broken statue and praying devoutly in front.

And if there were no scorpions or insects hidden in the other party's body, and it wouldn't inexplicably turn into a long snake.

Then, in all likelihood, it was the so-called "undead creature" in the weapon description.

However...

Xia Nan's expression suddenly appeared somewhat strange.

Although separated by a considerable distance, he didn't detect even a trace of the undead negative energy, or any other magic particles that undead creatures in this world should possess, on the other party.

This was a phenomenon that violated the natural laws of the Aifala Continent.

Yet it shared common characteristics with the giant snake remains, gravity core, and sheep-deer statue he had encountered before.

Xia Nan's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but associate it with these broken building ruins that were intermittent and seemed to have fallen here out of thin air, his conjecture that Gray Valley might connect to a secret realm entrance becoming more certain.

And at the same time, the few adventurers on the field in front were also carefully testing this "uninvited guest" encountered in the fog.

"Hey! Can you understand?"

Two scimitars had already been drawn, Marcus released some volume, calling out cautiously toward the dry corpse-like figure in front.

Seeing no reaction, he even changed to other language greeting methods like Elvish, Orcish, and Dwarvish.

Naturally, he was not a language master with extraordinary talent, but a few simple greeting sentences were the vocabulary he mastered besides dirty words as an adventurer.

Still no reaction.

At this moment, the eerie figure shrouded in a tattered cloak was like the most devout fanatic, just lowering his head and praying, everything happening outside had nothing to do with him.

"Roar... damn it!"

The Half-Orc Gorge couldn't help but roar low, his thick neck as thick as an ordinary person's thigh twisted uncomfortably, as if he was uncomfortable with this somewhat eerie and oppressive atmosphere.

Subconsciously taking a step forward, leaving footprints on the ground covered with stone powder.

The corner of his eye couldn't help but look toward the squad captain Marcus on the side, seeing that the other party didn't make any indication toward his abrupt action.

The tacit understanding cultivated in countless missions made Gorge understand in his heart that he had already obtained the captain's default.

Immediately, he roared loudly and rushed straight toward the direction of the dry corpse.

It had to be admitted that although Gorge looked a bit dull, with his race talent of more than two meters tall, coupled with that body of knotted muscles that seemed to want to burst the skin, and a layer of metal armor worn outside.

Viewed from afar, he was like a small tank, placed on the battlefield, even if they hadn't fought yet, it was enough to make some warriors with thin bodies and cowardice fear and surrender, not daring to fight him.

Regarding this, the dry corpse still had no movement.

Just putting his hands together, hiding his withered and gaunt face in the shadow of the cloak, making an "ho-ho" sound of unknown meaning in his mouth.

Bang—

Like a blunt object hitting tree bark.

The dull and stagnant sound burst out abruptly in the air, and soon dissolved in the surrounding fog.

The huge wooden stick inlaid with iron, with a momentum that could crack a rock, stirred up the violent wind and thick fog, and swung heavily on the fragile and withered waist and spine of the dry corpse.

If played in slow motion, one could find that the dry and thin body of the dry corpse, under this violent strike, almost folded into a right angle in an instant.

And only then did it slightly recover its original shape under the effect of the flesh's elasticity, and the whole body was directly knocked away.

But strangely, it clearly looked fragile and thin, the skin was as thin as paper, as if it could be easily broken with a casual scratch of a fingernail; the bones were thinner than the broken branches seen everywhere in the forest, and it would break by itself if it fell down without paying attention.

The terrifying strike of the Half-Orc Gorge, which was enough to smash an adult male into two halves, didn't cause the effect he imagined on the dry corpse.

He only felt that under the iron stick, it was not a fragile, thin, and powerless dry corpse, but some kind of cloth bag filled with sticky pulp, abnormally heavy, and the power seemed to have been sucked in by the other party's gaunt skin.

It didn't even fly very far, only turned half a circle in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Careful, this thing is not right!"

Behind him, the warning sound from his teammates entered his ears.

Gorge still maintained the posture of swinging the wooden stick, but his beastly eyes stared tightly at the front.

There, the gaunt figure that had just taken a fierce hit from him head-on, supported the ground with both hands, and was struggling to stand up with difficulty.

As if a gust of wind could blow it down, but there was no trace of injury on its body, just stained with some stone powder from the ground.

Whoosh—

The sharp breaking sound sounded abruptly from beside his ear, a sharp phantom flashed past the corner of his eye at a speed far exceeding normal human reaction.

Behind him, the long-range shooter "Xili" in the Blood Blade squad, her fair fingertips hung in the air, the thin and tough bowstring was vibrating at high speed due to the inertia of force.

A slender arrow with dark green tail feathers left a long empty path in the fog, and pierced into the dry corpse's chest in a flash.

It didn't pierce through!

The strength of this body far exceeded imagination, even if it was the full-strength strike of a professional-level archer, it didn't make the arrow pierce through as expected.

The arrowhead was directly stuck deep in the chest, leaving only the tail feathers and most of the arrow shaft vibrating in the air with the remaining force.

Fortunately, this dry corpse hadn't had time to stand firm, and encountered such a heavy blow again, unable to help but stiffen its body and fall backward.

"Roar!!!"

The wild roar from the grassland tribe echoed in the fog.

The failure of the strike made Gorge feel like he had received some unbearable insult, the muscles wriggled, expanded, and congested, a layer of violent fire red covered the surface of the skin, and his already burly body expanded another circle.

The leather boots were instantly stepped to crack, under the effect of strong muscle power, those big feet could almost step out cracks on the ground.

The red-green brilliance flashed past in the air, and in a flash, he came to the front of the dry corpse.

The thick arms, as thick as an adult's waist, were raised high, driving the equally thick wooden stick inlaid with iron, smashing down head-on with a terrifying momentum and exaggerated frequency.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!" ===== CHAPTER 268 =====