The warm white light of the teleportation array flashed.
A group of tall giants walked out of the formation.
The leader of the giant seemed to have an injured eye and was wearing an eyepatch made of animal skin.
"I'm finally back. The air at home is better." A giant in the team sighed.
"Yes, the human world is really messy." Another giant agreed.
Hearing this, the other giants also started talking.
"Fortunately, with this batch of materials, we won't have to go out again for a few years."
"Next time it will be the other brothers' turn, and we won't have to suffer anymore, dealing with those cunning human traders."
The Cyclops interrupted: "We still have to go there. After we return to the tribe and unload the goods, Yabo, take a few people to hunt fifty muttons and deliver them to that human boy."
Yabo responded in a muffled voice.
When the giants heard this, they all told Yabo not to choose him, and they were unwilling to go out again.
Just as the giants were walking around making jokes and venting their recent pressure, a short figure broke into their sight.
I saw that figure wearing a courier uniform with the words "Shunbang Express" printed on it. He looked like a courier.
There was a yak-like animal chasing him behind him, and the courier was running desperately holding the cardboard box.
Seeing this, the Cyclops signaled Yabo: "Go and stop the Qingyang Beast."
I saw Yabo running between a man and an ox, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the horn of the ox, and pulled the green sheep beast to a stop.
The courier, who was sweating profusely after being chased, was rescued.
The Cyclops stepped forward and asked: "Human! Why are you in our home!"
The courier was about to cry but said without tears: "Who would want to come to your place! If it weren't for the fact that I have to deliver a package, I wouldn't come even if you gave me money."
"I waited at the pick-up address for about ten minutes, but I still didn't see the pick-up person. You don't have a courier station here, so I had to walk inside, hoping to meet someone and ask about the pick-up person."
"Who would have known that this yak kept chasing me and almost gored me to death," the courier complained.
Yabo pulled the horns and explained intermittently: "This is not a yak, but a green sheep beast. It chases you because it wants to play with you."
As he spoke, Yabo pushed the green sheep beast over and stroked its belly with his big hands.
Qingyangmon hummed happily.
The courier was full of disbelief, "This guy obviously looks like a cow, how could he be called a Qingyang Beast?"
"As for playing with it," the courier said with a complex expression, "Big man, only you guys can play with it, right?"
The Cyclops listened for a while and said to the courier: "You give me the courier, and I will bring it to the picker. We are a tribe. Ask and know who it is."
The courier beamed with joy, "That's a good feeling."
He held the cardboard box and placed it on the palm of the Cyclops. "This guy didn't write his real name. He used an online name called Cold Wind Hunter. You have to understand this."
Yabo was stunned and looked at Cyclops, "This is Su's online name."
The Cyclops frowned and asked the courier: "What did that guy buy?"
"Our deliveries are all confidential." The courier scratched his head, "But what kind of material should it be? I received the goods from the trading house."
The Cyclops's face changed when he heard this, "That bastard... could it be..."
He threw the cardboard box to the giant beside him, turned around and rushed towards the tribe.
The giants also rushed back. Yabo played with the Qingyang Beast for a while before finally getting up and leaving.
The courier stopped him, with an embarrassed look on his face, "Well, this courier is payable on collect, you see..."
Yabo looked at the courier's gesture asking for money and fell into deep thought.
…
Wang Chen's heart was spinning, thinking about ways to save himself.
Although there was a resurrection point, it still hurt a lot when he fell to the ground and turned into a meat pie.
He quickly analyzed his various reliances and quickly thought of plans.
"How about I take two bottles of medicine, launch a series of wave dragon attacks, and rely on recoil to stop my downward trend?"
He thought for a while and rejected the plan.
Even if the cooldown time of the skill can be refreshed with potions, Wave Dragon Strike is always a single shot. As long as there is a few seconds between castings, the water bombs cannot be connected together, and there is no way to provide him with enough reaction force.
"Then why don't you fold all the armor you can? Just throw it down?"
Wang Chen estimated that if he took drugs to build a lightning barrier for himself, he would probably be able to build a four or five-layer barrier.
But, can the four or five floors withstand the kinetic energy of falling from high altitude?
Wang Chen imagined that after he fell to the ground, five layers of lightning barriers gathered together, a total of fifteen, and all exploded and shattered. He was smashed into a slightly burnt meat pie in a sea of sparks and lightning.
Then silently rejected the idea.
"It's true that when the book is in use, it will be less regretful. If I had known better, I would have collected more scrolls of the Wind Curse. I could even fly back to the peak." Wang Chen secretly regretted it.
Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Yes, this should be feasible."
"Even if it doesn't work, let's treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor!"
Although Wang Chen experienced a fierce ideological struggle in his mind, in reality, only a short moment passed before he came up with a plan to save himself.
With a flash of his fingers, Mori Zhilan held it in his hand and waved it toward the blurry cliff in front of him.
A light spot shot out from the head of the staff, wedged far into the cliff, and then a crystal clear light thread was pulled out between the head of the staff and the cliff.
When Wang Chen hit the light spot, his body was still on a horizontal line with the light spot.
After the light filament was formed, he was already below the light spot, and the light filament was pulled tight, pulling Wang Chen towards the cliff.
This means that the Body Holding Technique has its own increase in skill. If you really want to get a rope and want to save yourself, no matter what kind of rope can hold it up, the moment the rope is stretched straight, Wang Chen's hand will be torn off. .
Having stopped his downward trend, Wang Chen did not take it lightly. He was falling towards the cliff head-on. If he had resisted with his physical body, he would probably be swatted to death on the cliff like a fly.
Still have to rely on skills.
Wang Chen was seen holding Sen Zhilan under his right arm, freeing up his left hand to cast a spell.
The water vapor is thick in the palm, "Natural totem!"
Threads of water poured out from the palm of his hand and gathered into a horizontal water column in front of Wang Chen.
Of course, this water column has not been reversed, and there is a soft and healing aura in it. Wang Chen plans to use it as a buffer.
The cliff came to Wang Chen in the blink of an eye, and the water column in front of him first stood on the cliff.
And Wang Chen plunged into the water column, as if he had jumped a depth charge in the swimming pool.
Large and small water bubbles emerged from Wang Chen's body, and the water splashed in all directions. The kinetic energy that blessed Wang Chen's body was also relaxed and resolved.
The part of the force that was not buffered was also absorbed by Wang Chen's tree of life soft armor through its deformation.
He removed the water column, gasped for fresh air, and sighed at his luck in surviving the disaster.
