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Chapter 402: Trophy.
"You have a share, you have a share, I almost took my life in order to kill this old sheephead. I have to have my share of the spoils. Besides, the two of us have such a strong friendship, and it is too much to hide the spoils. No more authentic..."
Seeing punk found two or three rough gems from the crushed sand, Kane, who had just emerged from the corpse of the ancestor spirit, immediately leaned in anxiously.
The few gems found by punk are obviously the storage ring of the Sheephead Shaman. Of course, this may also be a storage necklace, but whether it is a ring or a necklace, it is just a carrier. The core of the storage function is these few. A magic gem.
Perhaps Kane did a lot of effort in this battle. According to the general rules, he should get a valuable trophy. However, the most critical problem now is that all the trophies are in the hands of punk.
"I have to tell you that this sheephead shaman is very poor. He seems to have only some dried fruits. If you want to give you all, don't thank me."
After pouring all the dried fruits in the Sheephead Shaman's storage ring on the sand in front of Kane casually, Punk immediately put away the gems on his own.
Of course, the Sheephead Shaman is also a master-level powerhouse at any rate. His storage ring can’t really have only a bunch of crude dried fruits like punk said. In fact, punk has found a lot of valuable trophies. , Such as many magical materials unique to the desert, some broken low-level magical items, and...the female devil worm that fell asleep!
Among them, the sleeping demon worm is undoubtedly the most valuable thing. Although punk does not appreciate the attack power of the demon worm, the characteristics of these demon worms have given punk some inspiration for improved spells. If there is a demon worm, punk is confident. Something must be researched out, at least it should be no problem to complete the spell improvement of the "Soul Devouring Worm".
The value of these trophies is not low at all. It would be very impressive to go back to Thinking of Truth and replace it with a redemption point, but punk did not share the idea with Kane at all. He was very comfortable with the storage ring as long as there is a little value. Take them all, and then throw a bunch of rotten fruits to fool Kane.
"Really only these... rotten fruits"?
Looking at the shriveled fruit on the ground being gently blown by the dust, Kane's face was completely confused, "How foolish are you?"
"Really only these rotten fruits"!
In the face of Kane's obviously distrustful eyes, Punk was as indifferent as before. His nonsense may not be as gorgeous as Kane, but it is okay not to squat without emotional fluctuations.
Of course, just as punk would not believe Kane’s rhetoric, Kane could not believe punk’s words, but now whether he believes it or not, punk can’t give him anything worthwhile. There is nothing at all. Doubts do not need to be doubted, and looking at Punk’s cold pupils, Kane also read the meaning of punk very clearly:
"Want trophies? Okay, let's start the fight, all the trophies you win are yours!"
Shaking the lance in the handshake, Kane finally reluctantly gave up his plan to fight.
As a knight who wanders on the edge of life and death all year round, Kane has strong intuition ability. He can foresee that if he really fights punk now, it may be okay to escape by himself, but it is basically impossible to win.
There is no way, this thing is like grabbing equipment, fast hands and slow hands, no matter how unhappy Kane is, he can only helplessly eat this dumb loss.
"Well, my old friend, you guy hasn't changed at all... Anyway, we have won the battle now, and only some dried fruits as trophies are too ~ disappointing, not as good as...... "
The fighting spirit in his eyes dissipated in an instant. At this time, Kane returned to his hearty voice, but when it came to celebrating, the knight in golden armor pointed his lance at the messy Sheephead tribe. , Under the sunlight, Kane's gun tip flashed with a cold glow.
"Let’s ransack this tribe. It’s a big tribe with a population of six to seventy thousand. The magic materials are more or less collected, and... the quality of the soul of the sheep head is not lower than ordinary. For human beings, the opportunity to collect so many souls is rare."
Kane, who smiled and said something to the punk, was still as cheerful as ever. In the bright sun, the knight’s golden hair and the golden light on the armor complemented each other, standing on the same golden desert, Kane at this time Just like a hero who is about to crusade, I am afraid that it is difficult for anyone to think that the "journey" he proposed is actually to slaughter a large tribe without the slightest ability to resist.
Without much thinking, Punk agreed to Kane's decision.
As Kane said, the souls of intelligent creatures like sheep heads are valuable if they are numerous, and sheep heads are generally considered to be a race of creatures belonging to the evil camp, even if they kill a large group of sheep heads. Will attract the kind-hearted camp professionals to come to trouble.
not to mention…………
Punk can't ignore the "devil god" in the sheephead shaman's mouth. Although there is nothing to be afraid of just a sub-lord in the abyss, it will be more troublesome if a sect appears based on the power transmitted by this sub-lord. , Especially this goat head shaman can infect the tribe’s ancestor spirits with the abyss energy so blatantly, this undoubtedly represents that this tribe inhabited by these tens of thousands of goat heads has been full of crazy beliefs.
A group of lunatic believers may not be destructive, but it is definitely annoying enough. If you don't want to be entangled endlessly, punk thinks it is better to clean up these potential lunatics.
Looking at Kane standing on a small sand dune with high spirits, Punk couldn't help squinting his eyes. He could be sure that Kane must have some other purpose, and now, for Kane's purpose, punk will inevitably have it. Quite curious.
"Forget it, it's just a tribe of sheepheads without the ability to resist. Anyway, it won't catch up with Ovakin for a while, and now I don't care about the wasted time."
Thinking about this, Punk turned and looked at the Sheephead Tribe in silence like Kane, and the spell to create a large-scale killing was slowly brewing on Punk's emerald staff.
In this quiet tribe blown by the wind and sand, strong and tall sheephead poor people are poking their heads out of the cellar dug out of the sand. In their opinion, the horrible roar has passed for so long, and the fighting outside should be It's over, and these survivors should be safe.
But unfortunately, the battle is indeed over, but these sheepheads are doomed to not get the so-called "safety". When they carefully cast their eyes on the battlefield, all they saw...only a knight with a weird smile and A mage with cold eyes.
In the cruel multiverse, for the weak, disasters may pause, but they will never end!
End of this Chapter
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