Chapter 237 Bet

The topic did not continue because I found that any information about the female elf warrior would soon become a source of jealousy and longing.

Most men are more longing than jealous, and women are mostly jealous and longing. This is normal.

If that person was not a female elf warrior, but a male elf warrior, the men would probably act more violently than the women.

After passing through the portal on the 18th floor, I asked Harold: "What is your mission this time?"

Harold said: "Collect a hundred sandworm teeth."

"What's the use of that thing?"

"I don't know either. This is what the God of Creation reminded me."

"Hey, is the God of Creation so idle?" I scratched my hair and muttered, "Besides, how are you going to give him this thing?"

"After collecting them, place them in front of the stone statue and the task will be completed," Harold said.

"What will happen to these teeth after it's finished?" I asked again.

"It should disappear directly." Harold said in an uncertain tone.

"Disappear?" I raised my eyebrows: "How did this thing disappear out of thin air?"

"I don't know either." Harold shook his head: "The collected objects from the previous mission disappeared out of thin air."

"What was the last mission?"

"The tentacles of the groundworm."

I shuddered when I thought of the pair of tentacles that could discharge electricity at any time.

Not far away, we ushered in the eighteenth floor, the first attack of sandworms.

A fat and shiny sandworm emerged from the ground with a swipe, bringing out a small piece of wet soil and a lot of disgusting saliva.

Its oval cylindrical body trembled slightly, like a ventilation pipe filled with asphalt, it just flew up and shot straight up.

It rushed up to a height of almost two or three meters, and suddenly stopped its upward trend. Then, its body folded and bent half of its body into an arc, with its oval head facing downwards, shaking slightly.

Then, as if it had chosen a target, it suddenly burst out and swooped down at the head of one of the adventurers.

This series of actions only happens in the blink of an eye, which is why many adventurers die here: too fast.

I already knew clearly before that the way sandworms attack is to attack the human neck.

The oval-shaped head has a split, four-part mouth with rows of sharp and fine teeth.

It's like the lips of those new mutated zombies in Resident Evil, which are both frightening and disgusting.

The adventurer who was attacked was a male archer. He was slightly startled by the suddenness of the incident. Fortunately, he had rich experience in fighting enemies. He quickly reacted. He jumped first and dodged at the critical moment. The sandworm attacked, then he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, took a slight aim, and boom!

With a crisp sound, the arrow shot out of the wind, drew a straight line, and shot directly into the sandworm's four-petal mouth.

However, this arrow did not produce any effect, and it only made the sandworm's movements stiffen.

As soon as the strike came out, the archer did not give up. Instead, he bent his bow again and aimed at the sandworm.

The moment of stiffness gave him time to prepare. He muttered something silently, and a burst of white light shone between his fingers.

The white light spread rapidly along the fingers, like mist, and soon wrapped the entire arrow.

At this time, the sandworm also recovered from its general state, bowed, and flicked, like a projectile, towards the other adventurer closest to it.

At the same time, with a 'bang' sound, the arrow wrapped in white light drew another straight line and once again penetrated deeply into the sandworm's four-petal mouth.

Snapped!

There was a muffled sound.

One of the sandworm's big mouths was shattered by the impact released when the arrow exploded.

While the impact shattered one of the sandworm's lips, it also pushed its head back.

The head with three large mouths was sprinkled with yellow liquid and minced meat, and a miserable low roar came from deep in the throat.

In my opinion, now is the best time to swarm forward and attack in groups. The adventurers approaching the sandworm actually all moved back, giving the male archer enough fighting space.

The male archer seemed to think this was natural. He stepped forward and started a 1vs1 situation with the sandworm.

"What does this mean?" I asked Harold beside me.

Harold clasped his arms as if watching a play, watching the male archers fighting with the sandworms with a leisurely expression, while saying: "This is the rule."

"What rules?"

"The rules set by the Grand Guild," Harold said, "are also one of the rules that all Grand Guilds acquiesce in."

"What do you mean?" I still didn't understand.

Yura came closer to me and explained: "The big guilds all have such an unwritten rule. When facing a non-boss situation, when any team member takes action against a certain monster, that team member must deal with it personally. Others You are not allowed to intervene unless the team member calls for help, then you can help."

"What's the benefit of doing this?" I asked.

"Firstly, it can verify the personal strength of the team members, and secondly, it can reduce disputes over trophies."

"What kind of bullshit rule is this?" I raised my eyebrows and said unhappily: "What if the team member can't handle it? And then he can't call for help? How to break it?"

"This usually does not happen," Yura said: "Every member who has just entered the guild will receive extremely rigorous training. They will be trained until they can fight independently before they are allowed to enter the dungeon with the team."

I spread my hands and said: "I don't agree with this. The battle is changing rapidly. Life and death may be decided in the blink of an eye. Who knows whether the companions I am accompanying will die on the battlefield like this at the next moment. I don't care about others. I won't do it anyway." Look at your companions acting like this."

"That's why you are not in charge of the Grand Guild," Yura said, his tone a little displeased, more of a sarcastic tone.

"I don't have a guild yet, and I don't have that much time to start something like that." I said with an indifferent expression, "I'm just a potential unqualified captain at best."

"If you are not even qualified to be the captain, you will not be able to be the president of the guild," Yura sneered again.

"It doesn't matter what you said." I looked like ╮(╯▽╰)╭.

"But I can guess" Yura sneered again.

"What if I create a guild one day?" I rolled my eyes at her and sounded provocative.

"If you can really create a guild," Yura bit his lip and said, "I will marry you."

puff!

I almost spat out a mouthful of blood when I suddenly recalled what Rodney had said to me before.

This Yura actually made such a bet, so he couldn't really get married, right?