The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Rodney waved his hand when he heard it, with a calm expression: "Don't worry, this is normal."

"Then how can I quickly master the effects of combat skills?"

"Shaoan, don’t be irritable." Rodney handed the water bag to me. I shook my head to show that I was not thirsty. a way."

"What?" I asked.

"Fighting!" Rodney paused and said: "Only your non-stop fighting, a lot of fighting, is the fastest way and the only way for you to master the effects of combat skills."

"Speaking decently" I teased, "You are not like someone who can speak such serious things."

Rodney glared at me, then sighed, and said, "You are really right. Captain Clark taught me this."

"Well, don't say it, it looks like that big guy's style" I nodded.

"What style?" Rodney asked.

"Hardcore, passionate!" I gave a thumbs up with a sincere and serious look on my face.

"Hehehe, I would be embarrassed to say that" Rodney scratched his head.

I:......

I looked around, and now the wave of stone shell monsters has been cleaned up, and the next wave of rebirth is still too early, and there is no point in staying there, so I waved to Rodney and said, "Then I will go now."

"Ah...what are you going to do?" Rodney asked subconsciously.

"Master combat skills, this is what you told me. If you want to master combat skills, you need to fight," I said.

"Isn't there..." Rodney got stuck before he finished speaking. He looked around, but he couldn't find a lively monster, so he had to watch me leave.

I plan to skip the enchanted bat on the thirteenth floor.

After all, flying in the sky is much more difficult to deal with than running on the ground, and how do I feel that the combat technique "Resonance" is not like the name of a long-range attack.

Habitually glanced at the hall at the end of the airtight cave, but it was still empty and nothing else.

Turning to leave, I stepped directly onto the fourteenth floor.

As soon as he stepped out of the portal, an unpleasant odor came upon his face, like rotten meat that had been exposed to the sun for many days.

evil......

I squeezed my nose and waved my hands with grinning teeth, trying to drive away all the rotten odors surrounding me, but unexpectedly the odor was getting stronger and stronger.

But in the end, I overcame the effect of smell on me. It was very simple, just pull a piece of cloth to block my nose and breathe through my mouth.

I just don’t know if this smell will harm my mouth.

"Don't leave the sequelae of bad breath..." I folded my hands and prayed silently.

The space structure of the fourteenth floor is similar to that of the thirteenth floor. The only difference is that there are no densely packed enchanted bats on the roof.

The light shone from the ceiling, illuminating a space that was not bright but not dim.

Three or five steps forward, as far as his eyes can be, there is a pool of dark red unknown objects scattered on the ground.

"What is it?" I curiously stepped forward, drew out the Matthew Sword, and picked the unknown with the tip of the knife.

The texture returned from the tip of the knife shows that it is neither soft nor hard, just like rags.

At the moment of provoking, an even more unpleasant nasal smell spread out. I only felt my throat dry. I quickly dropped the thing, bent over, and coughed violently.

"What's this smell!" I was shocked: "I can choke my cough if I block my nose!"

Finally no longer coughing, I took a breath, wiped the tears that came out of my eyes, frowned, but again pointed at the thing with the tip of my knife.

It's not that I'm not being abused enough by nature, but that there are some things that make me feel uneasy before I figure out what it is.

Being in a dungeon requires not only extraordinary courage, but also adaptability and observation. These are the necessary conditions for exploring the road and the only condition for its survival.

What is this dark red thing?

Why is it here?

If these two issues are clarified, maybe the exploration of the fourteenth floor will be easier because of this.

When I stirred up this stall again, I not only blocked my nostrils, but also closed my mouth tightly.

When it was in line with my sight, I vaguely felt a warmth passing by, as if it radiated from this stall, but it was a bit different.

"This is..." I watched it carefully, and after I saw it clearly, I threw it far away with a stab at it, with an expression of disgust.

"It turned out to be a pool of rotten meat!" I murmured.

To be precise, this should be a pool of rotten meat.

Although there is still a faint blood color, according to my judgment, this meat stall has been rotten here for at least ten days.

Not to mention its smell, even the meat quality has changed, and it has lost its elasticity, almost as little as a rag.

As for the origin of this piece of meat, I have an inaccurate guess: it may be a wreck left by an adventurer after a failed battle.

If this is the case, a question arises: I have been stabbing with the tip of a knife for so long, why is there only rotten meat but no bones?

It stands to reason that in the eyes of dungeon monsters, the delicious raw meat is much more delicious than the hard bones, so after the general adventure level is killed and eaten, most of the things that can be left are bones and equipment, but they have never seen it. The condition of leaving meat and not bones.

Could it be said that among the monsters on the fourteenth floor, there is no expert who can make soup?

Specially deboning and not meat, just to have a delicious soup?

Is this what the legend says: the food is not tired of fine food, and the stew is not tired of fine food?

Please, this is a dungeon, not a food show!

I thought about it for a long time before finally calming down. Looking around, there was no monster movement. I was probably either waiting for an opportunity to ambush or secretly observing in order to obtain more reliable information.

If this is the case, presumably the IQ of this monster is generally high, and it may become more difficult to clean up.

Moving forward step by step, I thought about the description of the fourteenth layer of monsters in the adventure manual.

By the way, in fact, I haven't reviewed the contents of the Adventurer's Manual for a long time. At first recollection, I only feel vaguely impressed, but I can't recall the detailed contents recorded above.

I was really anxious and frowned.

"What kind of monster is on the fourteenth floor?" I knocked on my head, trying to force me to remember the memories of the past again.

This method is exquisite. It is said that it came from a certain teacher.

In other words, it seems to be executed with a stick, but looking around, you can’t even find a good piece of wood.

I looked at the knife attached to my waist, and said in my heart: "I don't know if it counts with a scabbard."

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