Beast Tamer, Wither Skeleton's Storm Journey

"They found us, let's go!"

Brasse held Snowball in his arms, sensed the arrows approaching from behind, ran quickly, jumped up with all his strength, tumbled down the hillside, and landed twice.

Swipe!

A large number of enchanted arrows fell like rain, and two of them pierced Brase's shoulders, but they were not a problem.

Roar!

The mutant guardians and mutant ravagers were chasing after them like tanks, roaring.

"Damn thing!"

Brasse looked at the mutant guardians chasing him and had to quicken his pace.

call!

A yellow air blade came at high speed from behind, cutting off the big tree next to him and causing a piece of wood to fall. Brase dodged in a hurry but was still slightly touched by the edge.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the mages of the Disaster Tribe finally took action.

"Frozen!"

"Slow Frost!"

"earthquake!"

As several magic circles were constructed, the ground around them shook violently, like a dragon turning over. Brasse slipped and lost his balance, and his speed dropped sharply.

A cold current passed by, and frost covered Brasse's joints. His reaction speed also dropped significantly, and Snowball, who was in his arms, sneezed.

Above Brassaï, a huge block of ice fell and crashed down.

Brasse acted decisively, the engine in his chest running at full power, and he ejected his staff with his left hand, aiming it at the falling ice, spurting out a large flame.

Boom!

The ice above Brassa melted, and he jumped out of the hole and continued to escape.

"You can't run away!"

The mutant guardian fell from the sky and landed in front of Brasse. Before the flying dust had dissipated, the iron axe tore through the air and chopped towards Brasse.

Brasse's red eyes flashed, and he switched the snowball to his left hand. He drew out the alloy sword in his right hand, and stepped back quickly to avoid the mutant guardian's horizontal slash.

Then he took two quick steps forward and stabbed the mutant guardian with the huge alloy sword.

Boom!

The alloy sword pierced through the mutant guardian's shield, but was dodged by the guardian hiding behind the shield, and the sword was stuck in the shield.

Brase exerted force violently and shattered the shield. Then the alloy giant sword and iron axe collided with each other, causing sparks and friction sounds.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Brasse and the mutant guardian fought several times, and they were evenly matched. The iron axe and the alloy giant sword collided with each other, making a dull sound.

Brasse knew that this was not good news, so he had to quickly get rid of the mutant guardian and leave with Snowball.

The group of golden-armored guards and iron-clad plunderers behind were coming quickly, along with a few plundering beasts.

"Here he is! Come on!"

Boom!

Just as Brasse was looking for an opportunity to break out, an enchanted iron axe spun and pierced his back, knocking him over.

"so troublesome!"

Attacked from all sides, Brasse knew he had to make a decision, otherwise he might have to stay here.

His habit and determination of fighting for many years made him execute his ideas immediately the moment they came into his mind.

Brasse threw the snowball with all his might, freeing one hand. His left hand transformed, and he drew out his staff, creating a pool of fire behind him to block the steps of the golden-armored guards who were coming to support him from behind.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The golden-armored guards at the back couldn't get through, so they just shouted orders to the raiders.

Brasse had already sensed the sound of breaking air behind him, but he couldn't care less at this moment.

Boom!

The mutant guardian jumped down and slashed, but Brasse blocked it with his sword, tilting the blade to dissipate the force, and then he supported himself with only one arm, flipping and moving to another position.

The moment his feet landed on the ground, his left hand that was supporting the ground deformed again, and lightning condensed at the head of the staff, flashing rapidly and at a high frequency.

The blue lightning flashed in the shape of a cross in the black jungle, indicating the violent energy above.

Crack!

The staff was pressed against the mutant guardian, and a flash of lightning suddenly shot out. The mutant guardian was instantly stunned by the electric shock and lost consciousness instantly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Brasse's alloy giant sword penetrated through the gap in the mutant guardian's armor. With a "swish" sound, the two-meter-long sword penetrated a full 1.5 meters.

Woo, ow!

The mutant moralist who had just regained consciousness felt extreme pain. He struggled twice, but the axe hit Brasse's shoulder and could not be pulled out.

Brasse thrust his sword in and stabbed several times. If Silla was there, he would have seen the mutant guardian's health bar plummet like some people's stock prices and instantly reach zero.

After the mutant guardian stopped struggling, Brasse pushed him away, pulled out the axe stuck in his shoulder, and chased after Snowball regardless of the wounds on his body and the arrows that were like hedgehogs in his back.

"Hurry up and chase them! Why are the mages casting spells so slowly?"

"Marauders, what the hell are you doing? Shooting arrows!"

Seeing the object with enchanted arrows stuck in its back running away, the golden-armored guardian who was chasing it became furious and loudly scolded the plunderers behind it.

"Report to the commander, it can't be killed by shooting, it's too hard!"

"You're just trash, you only know how to make excuses for yourself, you're all trash!"

The golden-armored guard didn't buy it and gave the talking plunderer two big nasal slaps, making him spin in circles.

"Keep chasing me! If you can't catch me, then wait for the punishment from the Apostle!"

As for Brasse, after finding the snowball, he just ran away. The disaster villagers refused to let it go, and finally he was forced to jump into the bottomless chasm.

"Hmm...Does anyone know how deep this rift is?"

The golden armored guard chased to the side of the rift and looked at the rift that was like an abyss.

"Sir! Last time we sent someone down, but the rope ended at 5,000 squares. It should be more than 5,000 squares."

The golden-armored guard nodded, indicating that he understood

"I see, it should be dead, let's go."

Let’s talk about it. The golden-armored guards left with a large army.

On Brasse's side, he was falling rapidly with Snowball in his arms, and he was searching for the three boxes on Snowball's back in the air.

"Workbench...wood, iron ingots, no buckets in this one."

"I looked on the other side, and there was none."

There were no boxes, and the speed of falling was getting faster and faster. The surroundings were completely dark and bottomless. Snowball could not see anything clearly.

But there was no time to panic, so Brasse opened the third box on Snowball's back.

"Bucket..bucket..bucket!"

Brasse successfully found the bucket that Silla had left in the box. Immediately, he turned over and pointed his arm holding the bucket in the direction of the fall.

Wow!

The moment he landed, Brassaï fell into the water, and all the impact force disappeared instantly. Brassaï floated in only one grid of water, completing his landing in the water.

boom...

By putting away the water and stepping on solid ground, Brassai finally had the opportunity to repair himself.

"This iron doesn't seem to be enough..."

After taking out all the iron from Snowball's backpack, Brasse could only barely repair the huge scar on his shoulder, while his back was still riddled with holes from arrows.

He took out a torch from the box, and the faint light illuminated the surrounding environment.

Apart from the stones here, there are only some coal and iron ores scattered on the ground, and other than that there are stones and gravel.

Brassaï took out a torch, and the light it emitted was like the faint glow of a firefly here. Brassaï could not even see the cliffs on both sides.

"Climb up!"

Although he didn't know how deep it was, Brassaï made the decision in a split second.

It took the torch in its hand and began to look for the cliffs on both sides. Brasse was going to find Silla, and it had a promise to keep.

＜Sira said that he was its property, and Sira would not abandon it, so he would naturally find it back.＞

Brassaï thought so and set out on the climb.