Lone Wolf didn't have much savings on him. Apart from the perfect scimitar, he only had fine-grade leather armor that was worth some money. There was no other way. As a gangster, no matter how much money he saved, his life was not important, so he spent it all.
Come to buy equipment.
Downton was worried about finding a bag containing only a dozen gold coins from Romario. He checked the other corpses and found that each one was poorer than the last. With his current net worth, he could no longer value these small coins.
Those Texas red wolf mounts were good, because when the werewolves attacked Downton, they dropped their reins on the tree trunks, so none of them escaped, giving him an advantage.
"In the human country, a red wolf can be sold for 30,000 gold coins, which is a lot of money." Homer counted a total of fifty-two red wolves, but they were all ordinary goods. Even Romario
That one is not a pure blood either.
After cleaning the battlefield, Downton continued on his way.
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Dark clouds cover the sky and heavy rain pours!
Heavy raindrops fell, and the entire redwood forest was plunged into a huge curtain of rain.
Downton was wearing a large raincoat, squatting on the thick roots of a big tree that grew out of the ground, waiting quietly.
Click!
Thunder flashes and runs like a silver dragon.
"This damn weather!"
Downton wiped the rain off his face. If he hadn't been worried about encountering any danger, he would have taken shelter in the big library.
After yesterday's battle, there were still a dozen werewolves running away. Downton estimated that they would not give up, so he wanted to leave the forest as soon as possible. After all, those guys were indigenous and were familiar with every plant and tree here. Tracking them would be more effective with half the effort.
But the heavy rain that lasted for nearly three hours disrupted his plan.
Downton didn't know that while he was hiding from the rain, Rocker's troops were attacked by the violent bears and Tyson. After holding on for less than half an hour, they were defeated and began to flee.
Those soldiers who were seriously injured were unlucky enough to be abandoned and then all killed by the ferocious ogres.
"You can take a nap, I'll be on guard!"
There is nothing Homer can do about the natural weather. The only thing he can do is to keep Downton refreshed.
The ghouls and abominations performed their duties faithfully. They stood in the heavy rain, like stone statues, letting the rain wash away without moving at all.
In the evening, the heavy rain finally stopped, but the dark clouds did not disperse much. In the forest, the light was very dark, resulting in poor visibility.
Downton walked less than a hundred meters. He had to stop. The accumulated water made the soil soft. When he stepped on it, his ankle sank directly. It was too strenuous.
"Let's camp here tonight!"
Homer does not advise Downton to leave.
The forest was filled with moisture, and Downton had a restless sleep. When he woke up early the next morning, he found some small red bumps on his body.
Hu Tao and Celes were fine because of their racial and physical differences.
After complaining for a while, Downton gnawed on the bread and set out on the road again. At noon, he arrived at a lake.
"So beautiful!"
Celes, who came out of the war space to rest, saw the lake dotted in the forest, which was as green as emeralds under the shadow of the trees. She couldn't help sighing and ran over.
"Get some DV crystals in the future. If you encounter these beautiful scenery again, you can keep them." Downton took a deep breath and looked at the surrounding environment. He only rested for a few minutes anyway, and he was too lazy to release the ghoul guards. But
It happened to be a surprise attack.
Some homemade long arrows were shot out from the dense forest and hit the vicinity of Downton crookedly.
"Be careful!" Downton pulled out his saber and pushed aside the arrow clusters, then rushed towards Celes, "Wutao, be careful to stay hidden!"
Jiliguala!
Hundreds of murlocs living by the lake rushed out shouting, armed with wooden guns and stone axes, and attacked Downton.
They prefer charging and slashing than archery.
"The momentum is pretty good, but isn't this weapon too bad?"
Downton was still nervous at first, but after seeing these monsters with green scales, he felt relieved. He knew that the combat capabilities of these guys were all at the level of the fifth scum.
Quasimodo led a group of abominations through the war gate and appeared in front of Downton, blocking the way of the fish-men like a wall of barriers.
Creak!
The murlocs braked collectively, and some even fell to the ground because they were running too fast and couldn't stop.
There was no sound. These murlocs who lived by the lake all year round originally thought that prey came to the door, but suddenly there was a group of burly and majestic warriors. They were so shocked that their eyeballs popped out.
Almost at the same time, the murlocs all turned around and ran for their lives with all their strength.
"Stop chasing."
Downton was about to give the order, but was interrupted by Homer.
"Wait a minute, it seems that this fishman tribe has been living here for many years. If you follow them, they may have accumulated a lot of wealth."
"I'm not short of money." Downton wanted to leave as soon as possible, "Maybe Tyson is chasing us."
"I'm not talking about gold coins, but herbs, or other rare ores." Homer introduced patiently, "Compared to you humans, these forest tribes are better at identifying and accumulating such valuable items.
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"All right!"
Downton had no choice but to release all the demon servants at once, letting them chase and kill him.
There may be some murlocs with good IQs, but they can't stand up to the bad deeds of their pig teammates. Forced by Hatred's pursuit, they panic and subconsciously choose to escape back to the tribe, as if that's where they can feel safe.
It only took Downton twenty minutes to find the lair of these monsters along the road.
This is a small tribe with more than 300 murlocs. It is surrounded by a two-meter-high wooden fence. In addition to mushroom-shaped huts made of branches, leaves and soil, there are ten ten-meter-high wooden sentry towers inside.
At this time, there were two sentries standing on each side, alert to the sudden appearance of enemies.
"The defense of this place is terrible, Master. I guarantee that I can knock it down with just one charge!" Quasimodo knelt down beside him and asked for a fight.
For the fishmen who are less than 1.2 meters tall, these hugging logs took a lot of effort to stand up, but for the abominations, they don't even use weapons and can push them down with brute force alone.
Push down.
"Wait a minute!" Downton used a monocular to observe every plant and tree in the tribe. He could see everything in sight. They were all murlocs running in panic, and some children were crying, as if they had suddenly entered the end of the Dharma era.
"You're not soft-hearted, are you?" Homer guessed Downton's thoughts immediately. He has always been the type who doesn't offend others unless they offend him.
"I'm not a racist. I would kill a tribe casually, even a monster like a fish-man. Isn't it too cruel?"
Downton curled his lips, and if he had to say it, the murlocs could be considered intelligent creatures, but they were just a bit uglier.
"Don't forget, they just planned to shoot you to death." Homer reminded, "If your hatred hadn't frightened them, do you think you could leave calmly?"
"Forget it, I can't beat you, Quasimodo. Take your men and get ready. Don't kill anyone yet. Destroy the fence to give them a warning." Downton clenched his fists, "If you don't pay the ransom, then fight in."
"You seem to have forgotten that we also have a fish-man shaman prisoner." Homer smiled, "Shall we let it out and see it?"
"Yes, I guess that guy is going to be moldy, right?" Downton patted his head. Thinking of the unlucky shaman he caught in the dungeon, "It didn't starve to death, right?"
"It's not dead. In order to keep it in custody, some magic stones were wasted."
The shaman was grabbed by the elements and thrown out. He fell into the soil covered with fallen leaves and was immediately covered in mud and water.
The space it lives in is different from that of Walnut. It is completely a small dark prison. If Homer were not worried about driving it crazy, he would not even give it any light, and even the air must be controlled. After all, the smaller the consumption, the more magic stones are needed.
The less energy.
Like a mental patient, the shaman squinted his eyes and struggled wildly. Then he glanced at the sky, his face filled with ecstasy.
"I'm coming out, I'm finally coming out!"
After being stunned for a moment, the shaman got up and ran wildly, trying to escape, but fell down continuously.
Quasimodo took a few steps to catch up and kicked it on the knee.
The shaman's thin body could not withstand such an attack. After breaking his bones, he lay in the mud holding his calf and wailing.
There are many murlocs in the tribe looking around. There is no way, this is their last home, and they are not willing to throw it away.
"Shut up!" Downton said. He was too noisy.
Quasimodo raised his foot to kick him, but Downton stopped him again.
"Wait, let's find someone else. You are too strong. If you step on it, it will die." Downton sighed, Jackson was not here, otherwise he would be the best suited for this job.
Quasimodo scratched his scalp in embarrassment.
"Stop fighting, I won't run away." The shaman finally came to his senses, and then asked confusedly, "Master, where are you?"
I have to say that the shaman is very discerning and consciously becomes a slave.
"It's the Western Continent." Downton threw a divine wind to the shaman to help relieve its pain.
"Have I left the dungeon?" The shaman was stunned for a moment. After seeing Downton nodding, he subconsciously looked at the sky. Although there were dense occupations, there was still some light falling through the gaps.
The shaman stretched out his hands and wanted to grab it with a pious expression. Then his face showed ecstasy, "I'm coming out. I am the first fish man in the tribe to leave Polusna. My name will be recorded in the fish."
Human history books.”
"Hey, are you too arrogant?" Hu Tao was dissatisfied, "I think it's true that your body will be eaten."
"Great master, I praise you!" The shaman knelt down, "I am willing to offer my loyalty to you!"
"What can you do?" Quasimodo laughed, these fishmen were too thin and not even qualified to be artillery firemen.
"I can capture this tribe for you." The shaman had long noticed the tribe full of murloc decorations. Are these the murlocs on the surface? Those female murlocs are so beautiful!
In fact, the shaman had already figured out that he was loyal to Downton during his imprisonment. It was only when he suddenly came out and got carried away with excitement that he was beaten. (To be continued...)