Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 35 Dancing with Python

In a hurry, Claude blocked the fire handle of his left hand in front of him, his right hand pulled out the flame rope between his waists and pulled the trigger. All he heard was a few shouts, Claude remembered that the flame rope hadn't lit yet, the short butt didn't work, and the cold sweat appeared when his head climbed.

The large mouth of the blood basin disappeared and should have been stopped by the fire. In the sparkling room, Claude found that there was a black python in front of him at some point. He was covered in sludge, with a snake's head. The red letter was swallowed up in his mouth. Two green and ghostly eyes stared directly at Claude's figure...

Lying Grass... I knew the treasure hunt never went well... this was the first thought in Claude's mind. At this time, he just felt that his legs had to start trembling independently. I, I hated the snake the most. Although the snake spoon the boss took me to eat when he picked up a girl was delicious, the boss also said it had a magnificent effect... but this one is a python, not those little snakes in the pot...

Calm down, calm down, don't think nonsense at this time... Claude forced himself to calm down, he had a chance, and the shortness in his hand was his biggest reliance. Though there is only one shot, it is less than 3 meters away, the killing power should be enough, if you hit the head of the python, it can kill you... Besides, this python doesn't look very big, don't be afraid at this time...

Claude gasped heavily and the cold sweat from his forehead dripped down. But at this time, he couldn't care less, staring closely at the python on the opposite side of the disk, slowly approaching the torch on the left hand with the short end of his right hand, ready to light the fire rope first.

Now Claude has seen the look of this black python. The bowl has a thick body, about three meters long, two sharp fangs... I don't know if it's poisonous, but Claude is finally relieved. This shouldn't be a big python. If it's the python Claude that was seven or eight meters long in the videos I saw in my previous life, Claude might be desperate, and this one doesn't look like he can still have the courage to be fatal, who knows who the deer is dead...

The short rope of fire slowly approached the torch, and finally, "La la”, the rope sparked. Claude was delighted, and his attention moved from the confronted Python to the fire rope.

In such a short moment, the shadows came.

The black python snake suddenly burst out of the mud, as if it were a sharp arrow.

Claude didn't know well. He was caught by this black python in such a brief distraction, so he applied the technique again and hurried to use the torch to stop him. But what I didn't expect was that the shadow of the attack didn't retreat and hit the torch directly...

Claude felt only a heavy blow to his left hand, the torch flying away, and a smell of smell. Immediately afterwards, as if a cold, disgusting, thick rope was wrapped around his waist and moved up along his shoulder, passing vigorously, strangled between his waist and shoulder, Claude could no longer stand, and the whole person was carried backwards, falling into the sludge as he climbed.

From the Black Python bouncing to Claude being wrapped down only two or three winks of kung fu, Claude was only lucky that his hands were not wrapped, his right hand was still short, his left hand's torch was gone but his hand was empty to move, but his left hand went to catch the Python but he couldn't grab it at all, the Python was covered with silt and slipped over.

With the hunting knife behind his back, Claude reached out his left hand to pull it out, but found that Python had strapped his shoulder and waist so tightly that he could not pull it out. At this point, the Python had lifted his head again and opened his blood-bottom mouth and bit it off Claude's face.

Claude hurriedly blocked the short one in his right hand in front of his face, but the python bit on the short barrel. Fortunately, the short barrel was long. Nearly 60 cm. Snake mouth swallowed almost half the short barrel in his mouth. Also because of the bite, those two long sharp fangs suddenly fell into the wooden barrel, and it was difficult to pull out...

Claude Big Happy, trying to pull the trigger, finds that the ignition of the flame rope just now in the fight is out sometime...

Hooked grass... this is like a leak in a night rain! Claude cursed bad luck in his heart. At this time, the Black Python snake only shakes its head because its teeth are trapped in the barrel of the gun. Claude died holding on to the short one, but the long body of the Python was getting tighter and tighter, making Claude feel more and more holding his breath...

In trance he saw two burning torches stuck in a pile of shrub branches not far away. Claude's eyes lit up, his feet slipped in the mud, and he didn't know what to step on. Finally, he borrowed his strength and even rolled his python over to the torch.

When I touched it on my left hand, I got a torch, and the Python was still fighting with the short one. I saw the torch in Claude's left hand come together. The head of the Python got stronger and stronger. Claude could barely grab the short one in his hand...

Claude didn't even want to use the torch to get rid of the Black Python. He just tried to push the torch over the short, constantly shaking torch. “La” shouted. The torch wire wrapped around the short torch was lit again. This time it was close to the medicine box... Claude bit his teeth and looked at it for life or death, pulling the trigger tightly...

Sparkling spark rope is stuffed into the medicine box... "Boom!” A muffled sound, violent vibrations almost took short hands off. And the python head, shaking in front of him, was suddenly stiff at the moment of the gunshot. It was actually just a short moment, but it seemed like a long time had passed in Claude's senses...

Blackpython suddenly raised his head in a hurry, and Claude could no longer grasp the shortness of his hand and left. But the body of the black python violently trembled, the long body slowly relaxed after a tight hanging of Claude, eventually the head of the snake fell straight down and fell into the sludge for a while until it slowly stood still...

Claude lay down in the mud and gasped. He sat up half a day later and lifted the serpent's torso, which helped the shrub branches stand up hard. My whole body hurts, I don't know if I was hung by a python or I just got tired of fighting. However, luck is good, I didn't get bitten by a python, I still have the parts on me, and I didn't lack my hands and legs to seriously injure myself or anything...

There was also a fire torch stuck in this pile of shrub branches, and now Claude couldn't help but see if it was sludge on the ground. Anyway, he had already rolled a few on it, so there was no need to use these shrub branches to cushion his feet. Take down the torch and gather it over the branches of the shrub, which were later lit by the torch and burned into a huge pile of fire.

Through the fire, Claude found the extinguished torches on the sludge and, after lighting them again, threw them over the remaining three shrub branches, and three more fires burned.

The brightness of the four big fire heaps is enough for Claude to see the surroundings and even rarely see the outlines of this basement. The basement is huge, with about 300 or 400 square feet, and besides the wolfsbane floor beside itself, the distance is covered in dark and unseen sludge.

Claude lit four big fire heaps for only two purposes: to make himself visible and to avoid another incident like the sudden attack by a python snake. Second, lighting a fire is also a threat to beasts like Python, who live in darkness, at least more secure than a few torches.

After all, Claude didn't want to run into another python at the end of the day. His short one was still in the mouth of this dead python on the ground. If this dead python had company, he couldn't find it anywhere to cry, he was dead...

Pulling out the hunting knife behind him, Claude cautiously approached the motionless black python on the ground. Although a bullet was fired in the mouth of this python, Claude could not guarantee that the python had been killed by himself. In the previous life, I had read in the newspaper that one person's feet were cheap and saw a snake head cut off by the chef underground, so I went over and kicked it. I didn't think the snake head would even move, bite the person's toes, wait to be taken to the hospital, had poisoned his hair and died.

The Book of the Forward Car, the latter's Master. It is only natural to be patient and careful with snakes.

Claude slowly approached the head of the snake and kept an eye on the movement of the head.

The Black Python is lying still in the mud...

The knife tip of the hunting knife pointed at the eye of the Black Python, Claude bit the teeth and pressed them down, the tip of the knife "plunged” into the eye of the snake, straight through the brain, the whole body of the Black Python was struck by lightning, violently twitched several times, silent again.

Claude was also worried that the Python was not dead, and he stirred it up hard in his brain with a hunting knife, confirming that the Python was really dead, so he pulled the knife out. Then use the hunting knife to pry the mouth of the Black Python and pull the short one out of that sharp fang...

That's when Claude discovered that the fang of the black python had pierced a hole in the butt made of white mackerel and stuck it underneath the body of the gun. No wonder he couldn't shake it off his mouth enough to give Claude a chance to kill himself.

Claude was quiet when he switched on the spare fire rope and re-cleaned the chamber and loaded the set gun again. Plug the hunting knife in, pick up a torch, step high and low to the back of the stone staircase, ignore the dirt on the ground, lay down directly, put the short one next to your hand, then slowly pull out the jade box in the square hole.

After lighting the square hole with the torch to make sure there was nothing in it, Claude stuck the torch on the ground, picked up the short jade box and walked to the rope ladder, stuck the short one between his waist and started climbing up...

Claude knelt on his knees when he stepped out of the underground entrance, and he felt safe. Claude opened the lid of the jade box after placing the jade box gently in front of him and rubbing the sticky sludge of his hands against his clothes.

This jade box is not one of those top and bottom boxes, it's a bit like those boxes of red wine from the past, and the lid is pushed away, and there are slots on both sides of the box. The same material jade cover, very thin and light but very sturdy, makes people wonder why such a thin piece of jade won't crack or break, but when you think about it as a magician's box, Claude doesn't think it's any strange.

There are two diaries and a notebook, and a deerskin purse, as the Landers magician said, containing a small bag of gold coins from the drum bag. There's nothing else. Master Landers is not lying. He is indeed a poor man among the magicians...

Claude rearranged the jade box and sighed. The purpose of this visit to Baiyuzhou has been accomplished. Although it has experienced some risks, the results are good, and there is no danger to my life. Just how do we end up?

Claude didn't want his three partners to know about the Landers magician, but he couldn't hide going to the basement to fight the Black Python alive and dead, especially the sludge he was still wearing.

So think about it. Don't look at Bok Al, Eriksson, and Velikoro. They're all sixteen years old, but compared to the other classmates in the class, they all have adult decency and acumen, and that's probably why their father taught them.

Even though they don't do well in school, that doesn't mean they're not interested in learning, it doesn't mean they're not smart. That's why the three of them can be good friends with Claude. They can't see the rest of the class and think they're hypocritical and untrue...

Headache... Claude found it easier and easier to deal with that Python than to make up a reasonable lie...