Netheril Glory Chapter 402: Loot

"Seeers have a share, seeers have a share, I almost took my life in order to kill this old Goatman, and the loot must have a share of me, let's say, the two of us have such a strong relationship and secret possession The loot is too unreal........."

Seeing that Punk found two or three rough-worked gemstones in the crushed sand, Kane, who had just drilled out of the ancestor's body, immediately came over impatiently.

The gems found by Punk are obviously the storage rings of the Goatman shaman. Of course, this may also be a storage necklace, but whether it is a ring or a necklace is just a carrier, with the core of the storage function These are the magic gems.

Maybe Kane has really contributed a lot in this battle. According to the general rules, he deserves a lot of valuable loot, but the most critical issue now is that all the loot is in the hands of Punk.

"I have to tell you that this sheep-head shaman is very poor. He seems to have only some dried fruits. If you want, you can give it to you, don't thank me."

Following Kane's face, after pouring all the dried fruits from the Goatman shaman storage ring on the sand, Punk immediately put away the gems on his own.

Of course, the Goatman shaman is also a master-level strongman. His storage ring cannot really have only a pile of crude dried fruit as Punk said. In fact, Punk has found many Valuable loot, such as many magical materials unique to the desert, some broken low-level magic items, and for example... the sleeping devil mother bug!

Among them, the sleeping devil mother bug is undoubtedly the most valuable thing. Although Punk cannot see the attack power of devil insects, the characteristics of these devil insects give Punk some inspiration for improving magic. Punk is confident that he will be able to research something. At least, it should be no problem to complete the magic improvement of Soul Eater.

The value of these trophies is not low at all. It will be very impressive to return to the truth and exchange it for a redemption point. However, Punk has no idea to share with Kane at all. He is very comfortable with the storage ring. Take everything away and throw a pile of rotten fruit to fool Kane.

"Really only these... rotten fruits"?

Looking at the shriveled fruit on the ground that was gently blown by sand and dust, Kane's face was completely awkward expression of "what are you doing to fool the dead".

"Really only these rotten fruits"!

In the face of Kane’s apparent distrust, Punk is still as calm as ever. He may not be as rhetoric as Kane, but there is no problem with no emotional fluctuations.

Of course, just as Punk would not believe Kane’s rhetoric, Kane couldn’t believe Punk’s words, but now, no matter whether he believes or not, Punk can’t give him anything worthwhile, this There is no doubt that there is no need to doubt, and looking at the cold pupils of Punk, Kane also clearly read the meaning of Punk:

"Want a loot? Okay, let's fight. What loot you win is yours!"

Shaking the rifle in the handshake, Kane finally gave up the plan to fight.

As a knight who walks on the edge of life and death all year round, Kane has a strong enough intuitive ability, he can predict that if he really fights with Punk now, it may be no problem for him to escape, but it is basically necessary to win. impossible.

There is no way, this is the case for grabbing equipment. The hands are fast but the hands are slow. Even if Kane is unhappy, he can only eat this dumb loss.

"Okay, my old friend, you guys haven't changed at all......... Anyway, our battles are now victorious, and only some dried fruits are too spoiled as spoils, it is better... ………”

In a flash, the fighting in the eyes dissipated. At this time, Kane regained his hearty voice, but when it came to celebration, the knight in Jincancan armor pointed his rifle at a messy sheep The head tribe, under the sunlight, Kane's gunpoint flashed a cold cold awn.

"Let’s go and rob this tribe. This is a large tribe with a population of 60,000 or 70,000 people. The magic materials are more or less collectible, and.........the quality of the sheephead’s soul Below ordinary humans, the opportunity to collect so many souls is rare."

Kane, who said something to Punk with a smile, was still as cheerful and cheerful as ever. In the bright sun, the knight’s golden hair and the golden light on the armor reflected each other, standing on the same golden and bright desert. Kane is like a hero who is about to go to war. I am afraid that it is hard to think that the "journey" he proposed actually slaughtered a large tribe without any resistance.

Without thinking, Punk agreed with Kane’s decision.

As Kane said, the spirits of intelligent creatures such as the Goatman are very valuable if they are numerous, and the Goatman are generally considered to be a biological race belonging to the evil camp, even if a large group of sheepheads have been killed Kind camp professionals who don’t want people to attract trouble.

Not to mention.........

Punk can’t ignore the “Devil God” in the mouth of the Goatman Shaman. Although a subordinate lord in the abyss has nothing to fear, if there is a sect with the power passed by this subordinate lord as the core More troublesome, especially the sheephead shaman can so blatantly infect the tribe’s ancestors with the abyssal energy, which undoubtedly represents that the tribe inhabiting these tens of thousands of sheepheads has been filled with crazy beliefs~IndoMTL.com ~A group of lunatic believers may not be destructive, but it is absolutely annoying enough. If you don't want to be entangled with endlessness, Punk feels that it is better to clean up these potential lunatics.

Looking at Kane standing on a small sand dune, Punk can't help squinting, he can be sure that Kane must have other purposes, and now, for Kane's purpose, Punk also Inevitably, there is a lot of curiosity.

"Forget it, it's just a sheephead tribe that has no resistance. Anyway, it will not be able to catch up with Owakin for a while, and now I don't care about the waste of this time."

Thinking like this, Punk, like Kane, turned to the Goatman tribe silently, and magic, which is responsible for mass killing, was slowly brewing on the emerald green staff of Punk.

In this quiet tribe that is blown by wind and sand, strong and tall sheepheads and poor people are protruding their heads from the cellar excavated from the sand. It seems to them that the horror roar has passed so long, outside The battle should be over, and these survivors should be safe.

But it’s a pity that the battle is indeed over, but these sheepheads are destined not to get the so-called “safety”. When they carefully turned their gaze towards the battlefield, they saw...only a strange smile. Knight and a cold-eyed mage.

In the cruel multiverse, for the weak, disaster may suspend, but it will never end!

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