Chapter 8410. Big Guy’s New Friend
At night, Daxus could hear the buzzing of insects in the jungle while lying on the platform. He rested his head on his hands, crossed his legs and looked at the two moons and stars in the sky. He was thinking about many problems and was constantly consuming his mental energy.
For example, what would happen if he obtained Zul'tekri's Sunblade? What would happen if Malekith knew he wore his father Aenarion's sword? What would the impact be on the Hellbane family? He was just a member of the Hellbane family, not Malekith's illegitimate son. Other things didn't matter, but Malekith couldn't help but react to this matter.
If Tyrion hadn't obtained the Sunfire Sword, would the Battle of Finuvar Fields, which took place 300 years later in 2300 Imperial Calendar, have been reversed? Would Tyrion's swordsmanship teacher, Julian Baneblade, have simply struck Tyrion down? What would a reversal have meant to him? What role would he have played at the Battle of Finuvar Fields? What role would the Hellbane family have played? If he had offered the Sunfire Sword, what would have happened to that ultimate psychopath? Or would it have remained there, waiting for Tyrion to claim it?
Being a member of the Hell's Disaster family brought him many benefits, but he found that the constraints on him outweighed the benefits. He couldn't do whatever he wanted, and many things had to be considered from a political perspective, weighing the pros and cons, like a dancing dervish.
The Battle of Finuwa Plains was a crucial juncture. Would he bring his ultimate form to life? He would shock the three spirits, shock the elven gods, and tell them that this was Darkus!
What would happen if he met Mazdamundi? Would the group he led be driven into a panic by the Lizardmen? Or was he truly the son of some ancient sage? Would Mazdamundi be so surprised by him that he would fall off his carriage and bow down in obeisance?
Daxus shook his head as he pondered, it was too outrageous, and he gradually fell asleep as he thought about it.
The next morning, the sky was overcast with lightning flashing through the clouds. Just after breakfast, it began to rain, and with lightning and thunder, the rain grew heavier, splashing down from the canopies of the giant trees, turning the jungle's carpet of vegetation into a flowing mud.
Less than five minutes into his journey, Daquus's armor, the kaitan within his noble robes, and his hair were plastered to his head. He glanced at the surrounding Duruchi, their shoulders slumped, their eyes heavy with pain. He decided to turn back the way he'd come. While he wouldn't be targeted, continuing further might result in massive casualties, and there was still a long way to go.
Druzy's nobles and followers also started swinging sledgehammers. They wanted to hammer the nails that fixed the tent into the stones. They wanted to set up the tent on the platform. Who knew how long the rain would last.
The big guy led the cold lizards back into the jungle. They had to find something to eat.
The rain was getting heavier. Except for those who were on duty, the other Druzis formed groups and huddled together around different magic stoves, staring at each other. The three wounded were lying on the ground. After being soaked by the rain, the wounded caught fire again. At this time, there was no such thing as the distance between the Druzis and the Tuan etiquette.
The atmosphere in the tent was extremely silent, perhaps due to class hierarchy or morale.
It's not okay to just sit there like this, but Dacus doesn't want to make empty promises. He said, "Maintain all the weapons, especially the strings of the repeating crossbows." As he said that, he nodded to Ryan again.
Ryan understood and started to stand up and walk around, chatting to liven up the atmosphere.
Over there, Genevieve took the serrated dagger, heated it repeatedly over the fire, and began to prick the abscesses on Walter's legs and treat the wounds caused by the blood bee stings. After Genevieve completed this series of operations, Elmir swung the serrated dagger and put it away.
It had only been a few days, and Genevieve Sandrine Boti Lectidoni had been busy and diligent along the way. Gradually, the Druzis stopped resisting her and stopped making things difficult for her.
Darkus watched all this while chewing beans and shrugged his shoulders. The vampire blessed by Sigmar was indeed very capable.
In the evening, the Duruchi squatting in the tent seemed to feel the earth shaking. Kallion, who was patrolling outside, returned to the tent to report that the big guy had returned with the cold lizards, followed by a triceratops.
When did the big guy become like a dog and even know how to bring back new friends?
Normally, cold lizards wouldn't attack ankylosaurs and triceratops in the wild, as it would be a thankless task, just like a pride of lions hunting elephants. This situation should happen, but it's a last resort.
Daxus went out to take a look. How could this be a Triceratops? Judging by its size and huge curved horns, it must be an ancient Triceratops. He called Chupakoko out to confirm, and it was indeed an ancient Triceratops.
(I've already introduced the Triceratops Living Fortress in the chapter, so I won't go into details here.)
This can instantly kill all the adventurers in the jungle, so if you see it, just run away, run separately, and run faster than your companions.
The most ancient and ferocious of its species, the ancient Triceratops was a powerful behemoth, well-adapted to the harsh conditions of Lustria's treacherous jungles. Its body was covered in horrific scars; Dacius observed the wounds on its back, seemingly inflicted by a Tyrannosaurus bite. Its head lacked a reinforced mask, nor did it bear decorative rings or metal spikes on its horns, nor were its hides adorned with carved copper or gold plates. A massive frill extended to protect its head, and the striking colored markings on its headdress marked it as the mightiest of its kind. This was clearly a wild, extremely powerful ancient Triceratops.
Darkus stepped off the platform. The big guy came up, tail wagging, and rubbed against him. His eyes seemed to say, "Isn't it awesome?" He gave the big guy a perfunctory nod, then began to stroke the outside of the ancient triceratops's parrot-like beak. The beak was big enough to tear a Druki in half, and its huge curved horns were like spears.
The body of the ancient Triceratops exuded an indescribable stench in the hot and humid air. Its bright eyes looked at Dacus with meekness and curiosity, and its sharp beak opened as if it wanted to play with Dacus. Dacus politely refused. Dacus didn't want to get wounded in this ghost place.
The ancient triceratops let out a deafening roar as if to express its dissatisfaction. Genevieve and the Druccis in the tent on the platform came out and crowded on the steps to watch this scene, marveling at it.
From the earliest times, the Lizardmen have used Triceratops as pack animals, clearing roads through the jungle and dragging huge stones to build temples. Perhaps the road ahead will be much easier?
Daxus rode on the back of the ancient dragon Triceratops and called on the Duruchi who were watching the fun to chop some wood and make a platform to put on the back of the ancient Triceratops.
The rain continued for a whole day and a whole night.
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