Chapter 199 Burning the Spider Web
I was stared at so much that a chill ran down my back, and I spoke with trepidation: "Ha, Harold, how big is that ghost-faced spider you mentioned?"
Harold was concentrating on guarding everything around him. He listened to my question and said casually: "It's half as tall as me. It's very big. It can bite half of a person's body in one bite without any problem."
"Oh, that doesn't seem to be the case," I muttered.
"What did you say?" Harold didn't hear clearly.
"I said, the one I saw just now should not be the one you mentioned." I raised my voice and said.
Harold snorted and said, "You have to be careful. There should be many ghost-faced spiders dormant here. Once we conflict with them, it will cause us unimaginable trouble."
We withdrew our gaze and no longer looked at the ghost-faced spider. The ghost-faced spider seemed to have no confidence in our strength, so it gave up its eager gaze, shook its fat body, and lay dormant again, buried behind the rock.
The group of people moved forward cautiously, and did not encounter any ghost-faced spiders that suddenly appeared to block the road. They arrived at the first fork in the road without any hindrance.
There are three corridors at the fork in the road, and the entrance to each one is the same dim, but without the flickering of fireflies.
I think this should be taken for granted. There will never be a ghost-faced spider stupidly guarding the door for adventurers to discover.
Harold chose the middle one without hesitation and walked in first, followed closely by us.
The corridor does not extend straightly, and there are many twists and turns in the middle.
Harold, who was leading the way, was careful and vigilant every step he took.
Yura whispered to me: "We have walked this road before, it is safer."
I nodded, mentally applauding Harold's cautious behavior.
The corridor became wider and wider, and soon it was enough for several of us to pass through it in parallel.
It's more humid and hot here than outside, and the light is dimmer. On the surrounding walls, you can vaguely see some white things stuck on the walls, like paper pulp.
But when you take a closer look, you realize that these are not pulp at all, but silk spun by a ghost-faced spider.
A mage girl seemed to be a little bored. She picked up the magic wand and muttered something softly. There was a soft pop, and a small spark flew from the head of the wand, heading straight for the white spider web.
The moment it touched the spider web, there was a soft whirring sound, the sparks died out in a flash, and the spider web stuck to the rock wall was burned to ashes.
Yura saw me watching the magicians burning cobwebs with burning eyes, and said to me: "These are small actions allowed by the team to kill boring time, but only for magicians."
"Then how do adventurers of other professions spend their time?" I asked.
"Watch the magicians' performance."
She raised her magic wand, and a small light red spark flew out from the tip of the wand. With a pop, a spider web on the roof of the shed was burned to ashes.
Bah bah!
I vomited several times and spit out all the fallen ashes.
Yura looked at me with interest and remained silent.
"Is the raw roasted spider web delicious?" she asked me.
"Why don't you try it?" I said with a grimace.
"Ladies can't eat randomly," she refuted me seriously.
"A lady wouldn't just randomly burn the cobwebs on her head," I mocked mercilessly.
With just a few words, the highly tense atmosphere in the team was reduced by half.
"We're almost at the exit."
Harold whispered from the front, and I couldn't help but cheer up.
Although Harold said before that the mutated ghost-faced spider is tall, large, and has a strength no less than level 11, but vaguely, I always look forward to meeting this thing, even if I don’t open the door. , it is also good to broaden your horizons.
"You look very excited, brother." Yura began to laugh at me in a low voice again.
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm scared to death. Where can I be excited?" I said, trying to pretend to be disappointed.
"Still want to hide it from my sister?" Yula came closer and said in my ear: "In the moment just now, I felt the murderous intention from you."
"It's so miraculous that he can even sense murderous intent. He really deserves to be Harold's adjutant. In short, great!" I gave him a thumbs up.
"You changed the subject again." Yura sighed and walked back to his original position.
After exiting the corridor, there was an open space again, but it was still hot and humid, and still dark and unclear.
There were beads of sweat on the foreheads of the weaker magician girls. They took out handkerchiefs from their pockets, wiped them clean gently, and then stuffed them back.
At this time, I suddenly remembered something and asked Yura: "Why are there no followers in the team?"
Yura shook his head: "For such dangerous battles, it is generally not possible to bring followers, as they can easily become a drag."
After saying that, she looked at me and said: "I thought you knew it. It turned out that you were the one who discovered it. However, from your tone, it seems that you are not very familiar with the followers. It's not like there are no followers in your team." Follower, right?”
I was about to say that the follower in the team was a beetle monster, but I stopped talking. Even if I said this, would she believe it?
It is estimated that throughout the ages, we have never seen a team that uses beetle monsters as followers in Airui City.
While I was silent, Yura spoke again: "Oh, I forgot, you originally did it by yourself, right?"
I took the opportunity to nod.
"It's really pitiful," Yura said: "It's definitely not easy for a person to be both a combatant and a follower."
"It's not easy," I admitted.
"Would you like to join my sister's team? Sister, I can help you introduce many sisters to be your followers. How about that?"
It is hard to imagine that Yura, with a poker face, said these "bold words" that can only be said by the charming old bustard when soliciting customers.
At this moment, I was simply stunned by her words.
"Hehe, hehe" I laughed a few times and said, "Thank you, it won't be a problem."
"What's wrong, are you afraid that you can't control yourself?" Yura continued to tease me: "It doesn't matter. If you really can't control it anymore, you can marry him home. Don't worry, with the captain protecting you, you can marry more than a dozen wives. No one will say anything wrong to you."
Ahem!
Harold couldn't hold it back anymore and coughed a few times to stop Yura's next crazy words.
"Hey" I sighed: "It's not what you think. In fact, I, in fact, I already have three beautiful fiancées, and all of them are quite tough. In short, I appreciate your kindness."