The man in black frowned: "Each team must hand in three bottles of blood essence and ten spiritual energy pills every month."
Yun Luo's eyes turned cold: "How many people will it take to get three bottles of blood essence together?"
The man in black swallowed: "Under normal circumstances, three high-level warriors are enough..."
"What about abnormal situations?"
Yun Luo was not fooled by him and asked coldly, "Where are the mid-level and low-level warriors?"
"There are no low-level warriors in the dungeon. The master says that their blood essence is too small to be useful, so we usually only attack mid-level and high-level warriors."
The man in black whispered, "For mid-level warriors... it will take about five or six people to complete the task."
Yun Luo's face darkened.
Even though five or six people don’t seem to be a lot.
But the man in black said that they are divided according to teams.
Each team must complete a certain amount of tasks every month. Every time they complete a task, they must kill at least three people, and as many as five or six people.
There are twelve months in a year, more than ten years...
A rough calculation will tell you how many innocent people died!
Yun Luo took a deep breath and suppressed the anger and hostility in his heart: "What about after completing the mission? What does your master do with collecting so much blood essence?"
"I don't know about this. We are only responsible for following orders and don't dare to ask about anything else. After completing the task, the master will also reward us..."
The man in black paused and then said: "It's those spiritual energy pills."
This is exactly in line with Yun Luo's previous speculation.
Ji Xiuling is indeed a person who "makes the best use of everything". The spiritual power in the bodies of those warriors who died tragically was not wasted at all.
Yun Luo said coldly: "Most of you people's levels are fed by this kind of spiritual energy pill, right?"
The man in black nodded awkwardly: "Yes."
Yun Luo sneered: "Don't they all have levels, and their strength can't keep up!"
The man in black looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to say anything.
Whether it's using pills to build a level or using other unorthodox methods to improve it, a warrior's strength can't lie.
A warrior who truly relies on himself to practice and fight hard.
Combat ability, thinking ability, reaction ability, and even psychological quality are obviously different.
It's okay if they don't fight, but when it comes to a real fight, a high-level warrior with empty levels may not be as good as a real intermediary warrior.
This is clearly demonstrated by these men in black.
Almost all of them have a strength of level seven or above, and there are quite a few of them.
Under normal circumstances, as long as they work together as a rope, they can survive for a long time even against two hundred thousand mighty soldiers, and they can retreat without any problem.
But, do these men in black dare?
They dare not!
Because no one knows better than themselves how wet these seventh-level people are.
Therefore, even if there are many fish that slip through the net lurking in the palace, all of them are much higher level than ordinary soldiers.
However, no one dared to stand up and confront the army. Instead, they were like rats in the gutter, hiding in the dark, and only showed up when they received an irresistible order.
However, this is okay...
The more they embroider pillows, the more they can use them.
A sharp cold light flashed in Yun Luo's eyes.
For a long time, the situation that the four countries can control about the two sects and one palace is very limited.