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After the recast, the Joy of Fire has a very strong defense-breaking attribute, which is perfect for restraining thick-skinned guys like barbarians.
It seems to come with a narration: If you encounter a tough guy, use this knife to cut it.
Anyway, the barbarians were so afraid of this knife that they didn't even dare to look at it.
The barbarian was inexplicably secretive when he heard Taimu say that he had taken it by mistake.
He didn't like that big knife. It would be better if his opponent changed his weapon - the crazy combo just now knocked him out of the shadows, and he never wanted to face the unarmed Tamir again.
However, Tamil took out a square, angular red thing in his hand.
Tamil raised his hand, and the thing flew out lightly and hit the barbarian.
The barbarian blinked his blood-red eyes in confusion and let the thing hit his head.
Taimu sucked his fingers, "It tastes like tomato and scrambled eggs, very fragrant!"
It was fine if I didn't say it, but as soon as I said it, Tamil's stomach suddenly rumbled, like thunder.
No way, Chiyou's demonic body was consumed too much. In just a short while, Taiyil lost several pounds and was so hungry that his intestines were knotted.
The savages are no better.
At least Tamil can still eat enough, and while he is full, he still thinks about eating well.
The barbarian had just received the inheritance of the God of War and had not had time to adapt. Although he hunted every day, ordinary prey could not sustain his consumption, and he was about to eat dirt.
Therefore, he simply cannot resist the temptation of food.
He lay down on the ground and took a lick of the square thing, then opened his mouth wide, swallowed it and chewed it along with the turf.
Taimu took out another piece of dog food, "Fish-flavored and shredded pork flavor, try it!"
"Cumin mutton flavor, next!"
"Sweet and sour pork ribs flavor, take it!"
"Eat, eat. Only when you are full will you have the strength to fight."
"I just need a sip of water."
However, Xi Tong got a system prompt: Subsystem host...Tamil Purchase Millennium Ginseng Essence X1
The pure concoction extracted and refined from a whole thousand-year-old ginseng is just a drop to Xi Tong, but to Tai Tai, it is almost the same as a body.
Doesn't this mean that I won't take advantage of you?
Why did you ask me to just take a sip of water?
Xi Tong was speechless: "Who taught all this?"
The system quickly clarified, "It's not me anyway!"
It doesn't matter if Tamil has a big knife in one hand and dog food in the other. He still acts upright and says I won't take advantage of you. No one has such scheming.
In the blink of an eye, the barbarian had eaten more than thirty pieces of dog food, and was so full that he hiccupped.
Obviously, his digestion ability is not as good as that of Tamil. If it were Tamil, more than 30 pieces of dog food would only be an appetizer.
However, even if I beat him to death, I wouldn't eat low-grade food like dog food.
"Dragon blood, continue!"
After saying that, Taimu threw a big leather bag, which was filled with genuine dragon blood.
After all, after killing more than thirty dragons, the inventory in hand is not as rich as usual.
However, after the barbarian tasted a mouthful of dragon's blood, his body trembled violently, and two big tears rolled out of his red eyes.
Tamir snorted and pointed to the cage next to him that had mostly disappeared.
"Hurry up, we won't have time if we wait any longer."
"Drink the dragon's blood to recover. The violent blood can transform it into vitality, right?"
"I promise not to beat you to death, and I will definitely give you a chance to breathe."
After drinking a "drop" of thousand-year-old ginseng extract, Tamil felt that his condition was almost restored, so he released a strong fighting spirit.
"Come on! Fight!"
The barbarian rushed to Taimuer, and before Taimu could raise his hand, he knelt down with a plop.
Looking at the barbarians who kept kowtowing, Tamir finally put down the joy of fire he held high and dispersed the golden light of the barbaric iron fist.
If this guy doesn't know how to lift, he can only tear it into pieces.
He's just a believer in the God of War, what's so great about him?
At this time, the condensed cage around him disappeared, and the barbarian stiffened, then fell heavily to the ground.
The war-loving soul receded like a tide.
The violent blood has also dried up and ceased to exist.
All that was left was a naked man covered in fine scars, as if he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
This is the price of a war-loving soul.
Consume all the blood and initiate a life-and-death struggle.
If you don’t fight, you die; if you don’t win, you die!
If Taimu hadn't given him food to restore his health, especially drinking the dragon's blood to restore a little vitality, the person lying on the ground must be a mummy.
Even so, the barbarian only had one breath left. Coupled with his heavy injuries, even if Tamir didn't kill him, he would probably not be able to survive tonight.
Tamil turned over his hand and took out the green skull, and a green light floated out of it, twisting in the air, as dangerous and evil as a poisonous snake.
Immediately, the green light penetrated into the savage's mouth, drilled in and out of his seven orifices, and then lurked and disappeared.
Tailm raised his arm, and the golden-winged roc immediately landed on his arm. Its small porcelain-yellow mouth chattered, and its eyes stared at the barbarian with disdain.
Isn't it just because of its rough skin and thick flesh? When the bird grows up, hum...
Tamil quickly comforted his little bird.
"This is a person favored by the gods. The person who has the inheritance of the God of War must not be allowed to die."
If you want to die, you have to take out the complete version of the God of War inheritance before you die.
Since Tamil has Chiyou's demonic body, he will naturally not care about the inheritance of the God of War.
But the more good things the better, if you don’t need them yourself you can still give them to your subordinates.
Moreover, the God of War is a god that barbarians have believed in for thousands of years. Many skills of the barbarians are inherited or evolved from the God of War.
For example, cowhide and hard skin have the shadow of a battle-hardened body.
For another example, Boiling Blood has the shadow of Violent Blood.
Moreover, this savage is stupid, rough, easy to feed, easy to manipulate and easy to fool. Such a single-minded honest person is not easy to find.
That guy Mutu is too treacherous, even if he is restricted by the skull, he is not at ease.
The big stupid guy in front of me is different.
If you don't trust him, there will be no one you can trust anymore.
Sweet rain!
I reluctantly spent 80,000 Dragon Slaying Coins.
With a drop of the potion, the barbarian's languid state quickly recovered, and the cracks all over his body, like a baby's mouth, quickly closed and healed.
In the blink of an eye, the barbarian woke up and stood up.
The wind blows and my butt is cold.
The barbarian's confused eyes quickly came into focus, and then he stared at Tamil - at the knife in Tamil's hand - at the hand holding the knife.
What a fart!
After falling to his knees, the barbarian said angrily: "Boulder thanks His Majesty Tamil for saving his life!"
The barbarian who called himself Big Rock lay down respectfully on the ground and burst into tears of gratitude.
"Thank you, Your Majesty Tamil, for saving me from the loss of killing."
Hearing this, Tamil suddenly woke up.
The effect of Ganlin was so strong that it not only healed the wounds on the body, but also cured the brain damage.