"Dong!" The heavy and dull sound came from the air, and then it was as if some kind of rubber material bounced back, and the bone javelin fell in a completely different trajectory than expected, and disappeared into the heavy bones. It seems that the giant''s heart is much stronger than Lothar thought. But there''s nothing wrong with that, isn''t it? To transport the blood that drives the giant''s body, how strong the muscles that make up the heart need to be is totally unimaginable. I''m afraid that with its shrinking power, no matter how grand the wall will be, and if it can play and bear such strength, the heart muscle itself will not be weaker than the wall itself.
The count habitually wanted to swallow a mouthful of saliva, but his mouth had been dry as a desert. Lothar moved her shoulders and tried to relax her muscles, which, of course, was as useless as his saliva. But anyway, the count drew the second javelin a few seconds later. He wasn''t so easy to give up, and he was even thankful that the giant''s heart was so strong that the hard work required to achieve the goal shifted his guilt of attacking innocent people. So that Lothar can use more power in the second throw.
"Dong! Bang! Dong!... " The javelin again and again hit the heart that didn''t know how long it had stopped beating. Lothar''s muscles can no longer shake, which makes his throwing accuracy far better than before. Almost every time, his javelin can be accurately stabbed in the same position! This is a miracle that even the legendary heroes can''t do. But if you want to hurt thunder giant''s heart, a miracle is not enough. When Lothar throws all his javelins, he still can''t see any scars on his target.
Why is this? The count looked up weakly at his head, puzzled by his failure. In principle, even if it is a giant dragon, the weapons made from dragon scales will not have no effect. After all, it is a part of itself. There is no reason that you can''t hurt your face with your fist, can you? But the fact is in front of him. Lothar is not in a hurry to make more javelins or other weapons. He thinks that if he doesn''t understand something, it''s meaningless to throw more things upward.
The count sat down cross legged, trying to calm himself in his impatience. As for the cross leg movement, he learned it from Jerry. Before the rat man boy and his demon born master left the Cang lion, they visited cheese, probably to confirm whether there were any hidden dangers in the rat man''s body. During that time, Lothar noticed that the mob was training his apprentices in addition to their regular physical and weapon training. Lothar didn''t know what it was, and Jerry couldn''t tell.
Of course, there was no way to make the count feel anything related to his purpose, but a quiet seat did help to think. Especially now Lothar does not have all the physical worries. He will not be thirsty, hungry or tired. When he focuses on his problems, his efficiency is far better than before. "Hua La, Hua La" in the absolute silence of thinking, came the extremely distant water sound. It was not a wave or a river. It was more like, more like, the sound of a spring from a crack in a forest against a rock. What Lothar doesn''t know, of course, is that the voice he''s hearing now has a clear name in some schools in distant countries, the tide of thinking. When it appears, it proves that the thinker has entered a kind of extreme concentration and depth of exploration. In this state, Lothar is associating and speculating all his life experiences around the theme of thinking.
But what the count didn''t notice was that, after he entered this state of deep thinking, some dark liquid also sneaked out of the nearby bones and condensed into ugly forms in the air. Just like the left hand, the giant''s bone marrow is greedy for all life that can be absorbed in its way. These toad monsters crept quietly along the bone wall around Lothar and fioni. They were no longer interested in Lothar and focused on fioni, who was still alive.
One of the monsters slowly crawled to the side of the siren, intending to use its sticky hand to grab the unconscious shaper. Slowly and carefully, he stretched out his forelimb, which was getting closer and closer to fioni, but just as he was about to touch the sea demon, a Tomahawk cut off the arm from top to bottom!
"Ah..." The scream of the monster stopped in its throat. The count cut off its head cleanly and kicked its body off the edge. However, if someone observes carefully, he will find that Lothar is not completely awake at this time. Part of his consciousness is still in thinking. It is only part of him who is awakened to use weapons to protect his companions. Strictly speaking, it is like sleepwalking. It may be because of this relationship that the dark brown light previously shining on the justice of the fool is not lit up at this time. The head of the toad, which was cut off by Lothar, still maintains a certain vitality and wriggles towards fioni. Until it was trampled into mucus by the count''s foot.
The monsters were keenly aware of this. They did not feel the same terrible smell on the count at this time, so under the morbid desire for life, they began to attack by relying on the number advantage. Lothar, who is in a half dream and half awaking, naturally has no strategy for the toad monsters to attack. All he can do is to cut down any enemy who enters his attack range with fluent movements! So a sticky battle started, one side tireless and skilled, the other side fearless death, at the same time a large number.I don''t know how long this battle lasted. In such a number, Lothar has no time to make up for each opponent''s last blow. Many monsters just temporarily retreat out of the battle circle after being injured and rejoin the war situation by virtue of their strong recovery ability. Don''t forget, Lothar is still thinking in this battle. Gradually, the movements of his hands and the thoughts in his brain and the vision of his eyes gradually merged and unified. At a certain moment, an idea suddenly came out. It was like a thunderbolt that roused Rosa from his contemplation, and his Tomahawk became the weapon that kept all toads away. Lothar, on the other hand, doesn''t pay attention to these fleeing monsters. He is reflecting on his own meditation.
Like these ugly guys, Lothar, you can''t destroy what''s been destroyed, you can''t kill what''s been killed. That heart, has been silent for many years. It has been dead for a long time. You can''t make it die more thoroughly with more efforts. So there''s only one way to get the blood inside. That is, let it live first, and then kill it again!
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