Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 2983 [Death]

A thunderbolt fell, and the flickering thunder light gave the dim rainforest a rare silver light...the silver light that captured all colors.

The woman's face turned blue, her body was shivering because of being soaked in the rain, but she hugged her child tightly because of her concern.

The mother and child are like abandoned animals, their clothes can hardly cover their bodies, and they are only covered by a big plantain leaf.

The woman begged and said: Can you give us some food...you don't need to give it to me, please give my child a mouthful of hot soup.

Boom--!
Lightning.

"Excuse me, can I borrow a fire?"

Klaus's eyes trembled, he looked at the black-haired young man in front of him expressionlessly, and said calmly: "Do as you please"

……

It is extremely dangerous for a mage profession to walk alone in this perilous rainforest—of course, if the mage is strong enough, that is another story.

In fact, Klaus is also very good at collecting information - for example, he will interestingly sort out the information about the top [-] players and [players] on the server list.

There will definitely be some missing information, and even some [players] are quite mysterious and rarely show up—and after several version iterations in the [Emerald] Continent, players have already had the function of blocking [name].

Some people don't enable this feature, while others are quite happy.

【Mage】.

That's what Klaus saw about the dark-haired youth's name, or just an ID.

Of course, he himself is not much better - the ID he will show himself is only the word "gunner".

Klaus observed the other party subconsciously. Even though he was walking in such a bad rainforest, the young man had not stepped on any mud marks... It was very clean, as clean as if he was walking in a sunny afternoon.

"This is some hot soup. It was left by the previous team in this camp before they left. I want to eat and scoop it up myself." Klaus said casually: "They left this tent, but I don't plan to take it away. You can use it, but It's best to wipe off the traces before leaving."

"Mr. [Gunner] is also ready to leave." The young man walked into the tent and shook the water from the umbrella.

Klaus said indifferently: "This temporary territory has been sprinkled with powder to conceal the breath, but under this environment, the effect should be lifted soon, do you want to leave?"

The young man smiled casually and sat down. He first warmed himself up in front of the bonfire, and then poured himself a bowl of hot soup and drank it in small sips.

Klaus intends to leave, his rest has been sufficient.

In bad weather, there are constant thunders, and I heard that every thunder represents the arrival of a bad news... Klaus looked thoughtfully at the direction where Zheng Zixiong's team left, and counting the time, if the group The sickle spider didn't retreat too far, the two sides should have met, right?

At this moment, Klaus stared.

A little boy holding a banana leaf appeared beside the [Mage] youth at some point... The little boy turned sideways in front of Klaus, but was facing the [Mage] youth.

Klaus pupils could not help shrinking.

I saw the little boy slowly raised his finger at this time, pointing directly at [Mage].

--Danger!
The little boy slowly turned his face towards Klaus... Under the light of the thunder, half of his silver-white immature face was crying, and the other half was dripping with blood.

Klaus instinctively released a sprinting skill, rushed out of the tent in an instant, let his body be in the rain... and left without saying a word.

In a panic.

After the young man took a sip of the hot soup casually, he looked at the place beside him thoughtfully. The night, the rainforest, the rain... Only the light of the bonfire flickered in the rain.

What's in sight.

"Have you been following him?" the young man asked in a low voice.

……

……

Om... Weng...

The ringing in the ears may be due to the excessive intensity of thunder—this feeling is like a grenade has just exploded around him, and the ears are not well protected by the helmet.

Foot marks of different shades were stamped on the mud floor, which was also a very bad thing.

Klaus finally stopped under a big old tree, leaning on the tangled roots, sat down at once, borrowed the small puddle formed by the roots, and poured a lot of water on his face washing.

He wiped his face vigorously and exhaled. The sudden increase in rain made him look down on the surrounding environment... It was like, like in that cruel war.

The ancient trees around looked like thousand-year-old dryads. They opened their mocking mouths in the trunks, and the continuous tinnitus became more and more intense. Klaus subconsciously covered his head, only feeling a headache. crack.

A thunderbolt fell straight on the big tree at this time, and the flame... rose.

……

Crack...crack.

When the half-dry and half-wet branches are burning, there seems to be a lot of noise...Klaus held his gun, bumped his hands against the hot coffee in the stainless steel cup, and looked absently at the iron pot on the stove.

The smell of food came from time to time.

He looked at the shivering little boy standing alone beside him, and suddenly he filled a bowl from the iron pot...a bowl of soup with a lot of meat, and handed it over.

The little boy subconsciously reached out to take it, but quickly withdrew his hands hesitantly.

"Let's eat, this is what you deserve, if you pay..." Klaus casually glanced at a certain tent not far away, where several figures were inside, "Your mother has already given, or is giving .”

The child is very young, but he seems to have understood what happened there - the little boy clenched his fist and hit the food on the ground, then rushed directly to the tent.

Klaus had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and the sniper rifle in his hand instantly danced like a stick, hitting the little boy's leg directly, causing him to fall to the ground.

The little boy quickly endured the pain, and was about to get up, but Klaus pressed him to the ground—this strong soldier can pinch the child's neck with only one hand, allowing him to Difficult to struggle in suffocation.

"Don't cry, this will only make your efforts in vain, and even lose your life."

The boy grabbed Klaus's arm tightly, and dug his nails hard.

"Do you understand me? You will lose your life now." Klaus sneered, pulled out his pistol, and squeezed the muzzle directly into the boy's mouth, "Listen, we are not good people. It's the warmongers who are invading your homeland. Don't try to provoke me. Your mother's behavior is quite stupid. Maybe she will be dealt with after those people have vented, but she knows that it is dangerous, and she just wants to give You exchanged a piece of food, but you threw it on the ground, please cry and repent to your mother in hell!"

thunder.

The trigger is pulled.

click!

The boy's eyes widened in horror, and there was a tragic and continuous whining sound from his uncomfortable throat... The gun was empty, and the little boy was so frightened that he lost control of himself.

At this moment, Klaus let go of the hand that was holding the opponent's neck expressionlessly, and walked to the side of the campfire again, never looking at the pale boy again.

The little boy seemed to have regained his composure, and silently walked to the overturned food, squatted down, reached out to pick up the pieces of meat on the ground, and began to eat.

"Look, puppy, haha!"

The soldier showed a playful smile, walked up to the little boy, and kicked him over in a teasing manner—but the little boy quickly got up again, grabbed a handful of food mixed with sand and stuffed it into his mouth , His eyes of hatred were fixed on Da Bing.

"Well, I like the eyes of this little dog." The soldier sneered, and immediately sat down beside Klaus, lit a cigarette: "Klaus, why don't you go in and relax? This kind of Bad weather, you need a woman, we're lucky today."

Klaus looked at Da Bing expressionlessly and said, "They will be back soon."

"Relax, my brother." The soldier didn't care, and suddenly narrowed his eyes when looking at the little boy... I saw the soldier escaped from the pistol at this time, pointed at the little boy casually, and said with a light smile: "No Someone's going to know who's been here, everybody does. Listen to me, it's a paradise, isn't it?"

Klaus simply closed his eyes, took out a silver cross from the collar, clenched it tightly in his fist, and silently recited something.

"OK, believer." The soldier shrugged and didn't say anything, he just pointed his pistol at the little boy and ordered: "Little dog, kneel down!"

The little boy didn't listen at all.

The soldier blew a whistle and fired a shot recklessly. The bullet hit the little boy's feet directly, and he was so frightened that he became weak and collapsed on the ground.

Inside the tent, the woman uttered a mournful and angry roar, and she struggled to get out of the tent—the woman just leaned out her upper body, only glanced at the little boy's condition, and was instantly dragged in by the people inside .

The soldier laughed, and aimed his swinging gun at the boy again—suddenly, a big hand pressed down the soldier's pistol, and it was Klaus.

Immediately afterwards, his fist slammed into the soldier's face—Klaus even snatched the soldier's pistol away.

"You're too presumptuous, the sound of gunfire will attract rebels from nearby guerrillas, idiot." Klaus said expressionlessly, and put a pistol against the soldier's head.

"Hey, brother, take it easy." Da Bing raised his hands in an instant, and then suddenly threw out a punch.

boom--!
……

clatter--!
It's like...the sound of snapping fingers.

……

Klaus took a sudden breath... inhaling the strong smell of fireworks around him, his drowsy brain was still extremely uncomfortable, but in his blurred vision, there was a terrifying monster with twelve pairs of eyes staring straight at him. look at yourself!

Sickle Spider!

Klaus struggled instinctively, only to find that his whole body was already entangled with spider silk - he had already been trapped in a huge spider web and could not move.

At this moment, a fist-sized fireball shot out suddenly and hit the sickle spider directly—the small fireball exploded suddenly, causing half of the sickle spider to burn in an instant!
The sickle spider let out a tragic cry, and fled from the canopy of the intricate ancient tree in an instant... The fire spread, burning the spider web.

Klaus was able to get out of trouble and fell from the tree all at once.

Klaus, who survived the catastrophe, slowly let out a breath... He leaned on the tree root, tried to calm down, and at the same time looked at the black-haired young man not far away... [Mage].

"You saved me." Klaus couldn't help frowning, "Follow me too?"

"I heard something." [Mage] walked slowly, "This spider seems to be able to use sound waves to attack the spirit. If the value of mental resistance is not high, it will easily be affected... Hello [Gunner] Sir, we meet again."

Klaus shook his head vigorously, struggled to stand up against the tree trunk, "I have fought with these sickle spiders before, and I didn't find that they have mental attack skills."

"Maybe one of them mutated by chance." [Mage] smiled slightly and said, "Even human beings occasionally have one or two aliens, don't they?"

"Heterogeneous..." Klaus nodded, obviously agreeing with this statement, he frowned, and looked at the young [mage] again, as if to confirm something-this time, didn't he appear... …

"Mr. [Gunner], is there something on my face?" [Mage] asked curiously.

Klaus said indifferently: "It's nothing, the rainforest is dangerous, I just want to confirm that there is something following you."

"Something will follow me." [Mage] blinked and asked.

Klaus slowly spit out two words, "Death."

[Mage] said: "Then Mr. [Gunner], have you confirmed that there is no death by my side?"

"No." Klaus said with a blank face: "You are fine and healthy. If you leave the [Red King's Tomb] time-limited map now, you should be able to live a hundred years, and there will be many beautiful women willing to climb on you bed, because you are handsome enough, fortunately, you have the solid capital to become a philanderer—if you are a normal man."

[Mage] The young man smiled, "Sense of humor?"

Klaus just shrugged, and then with a flash of light in his hand, he threw something at the [Mage]——[Mage] took it casually, and found that it was a special drop item from the event map: [Stardust].

quantity: 50.

"This is your reward for saving me." Klaus said casually: "This is already half of my harvest."

The [Mage] put away the props, smiled and said: "Suddenly discovered that this is also a quick way to collect [Stardust]. It's a pity that people in distress are usually not easy to meet."

"Really?" Klaus said indifferently: "But everyone who wants to ask for help."

"Does Mr. [Gunner] need potions such as mental resistance?" [Mage] smiled like a salesman: "As a profession in the mage department, I have a lot of such potions on me."

"Poor, no money." Klaus slapped his face hard twice, "This is the method of the poor."

Suddenly, a tragic cry came from the forest ahead.

Klaus' face changed slightly, he stared thoughtfully at the direction of the scream, and said in a deep voice, "It should be the group from the previous camp... It seems that you are lucky, and you will meet again soon. The object of support."

……

The fire, the storm...the wreckage, the smell of blood.

It's like a large slaughterhouse.

Claus nimbly jumped onto the trunk of a big tree... and [Mage] also used a small skill to appear beside him.

Looking down, in Zheng Zixiong's team of more than a dozen people, there is only that perverse young man Ayi left at this moment—even so, half of Ayi's body has been bitten and torn off...

Surrounded by at least forty sickle spiders...

"The group is destroyed..."

Klaus slowly spit out the fact that he had already thought of.

(End of this chapter)