"...Do you need to work so hard..." Seeing Ravens falling down with a thumbs up, Art didn't know what to say. A simple test, and risked his dignity.
It's like a fight to the death. I don't understand the prompts, but I feel a little admiration.
"I didn't expect him to actually be able to break it." Art exhaled, stood up, and returned to where the metal plate was.
The originally rectangular metal plate of the Sand Scorpion has now been broken at the waist, and the silver sword that cut it off is now half buried under the floor, and the other half should have appeared on the ceiling of the room downstairs... only
I hope no one lives downstairs, otherwise I will be frightened to death by the sword that suddenly breaks through the wall.
Looking back at the metal plate, the cross-section was still emerald green with a few white spots, but it was worthy of Ravens' full blow. The cut was quite smooth and smooth, without any cracks, but soon, Ya
A problem was discovered:
But speaking of which, how much magic power will be absorbed in this case?
Thinking of this, Art's heart trembled. He glanced at the bag filled with magic stones and found that the originally bulging bag was now more than half dry, and his heart became colder... You must know that although the magic stones
It usually remains translucent, somewhat similar to a gem. But after all the magic power is consumed, it will slowly turn into a cloud of dust.
In the current situation, at least half of the magic stones have been consumed.
"It seems that consumption is also a problem." Art muttered, thinking that the range of metal's ability to absorb magic is very small. Coupled with this problem, if you want to maintain strength at all times, you must replace the magic stone quite frequently.
.Therefore, when making armor, you must also consider the convenience of replacing magic stones...
It's so troublesome. I'm still a child. I want to fish... Art complained in his heart and glanced at Ravens, who was already lying on the ground and fell asleep. He didn't bother to move him to the bed, so he went back to sleep.
.
But what is coming will still come...
"Hey, what's going on with you?! What do you want to do by making such a loud noise!?" Just as Art climbed into bed, the belated landlord finally appeared outside and knocked on the door.
"It's nothing!" Art knew this would happen. He skillfully pretended to be tired and gasped: "We, phew, we are practicing swordsmanship!"
"Practice swordsmanship?! Are you crazy?! This is indoors! You have to practice in the open space tomorrow, don't do this in the room!" The landlord outside the door shouted in shock. He has been running a hotel for more than ten years.
, this is the first time I heard someone practicing swordsmanship in the guest room! Is this something people do?
"Uh, okay..." Art replied in a 'compromising' manner, which reassured the landlord outside the door.
"Don't break anything for me. It's getting late today. I will come to check carefully tomorrow. If there is any problem, get out of here immediately! I don't care how many days you have paid the rent."
"Okay, okay, we get it!"
"It's best like this..." After saying this, Art heard the sound of footsteps slowly disappearing. After confirming that the landlord was gone, he fell asleep on the spot without caring about anything.
I have been very sleepy for the past few days, and I have to get up early tomorrow to repair the floor or something, so let Ravens do it~
After nothing happened, Art fell asleep happily.
The oil lamp on the bedside was blown out, the bright moon had left the window, and the whole room became dark. Art had long been accustomed to the snoring sound from the floor, and his eyes were filled with dots of stars on the metal plate, and soon he
It became quiet.
But apart from that, there are still many things in Fit City that cannot calm down...
The silver-white moon has risen to the sky, giving the entire city a layer of pale white, and hidden under the pale coldness are streaks of scarlet blood.
...and a large number of reports and documents on the death of passengers.
In the few rooms still burning with fire, a brutal torture was taking place.
"Damn beasts, do you know what you have done!" A man with exposed muscles, holding a whip with red spikes, was swinging it at another man.
There is still a breath left in the pitted body, but the flowing blood has filled the gaps in the tiles on the floor.
Behind the torturer, there sat a middle-aged man wearing gray clothes. His deep and blue eyes showed no sympathy or regret at all. He held a file in his hand and spoke unhurriedly:
"Bar Rod, the former deputy leader of the Deep Sand Mercenary Group, was later tempted by money and defected to the Yellow City... hum, a notorious bandit group. Then, because of a failed scam, the adventurer was hooked
I caught him. Haha, it’s so funny, I almost burst into tears from laughing..."
"But can you tell me why?" The middle-aged man in gray clothes stood up, pushed away the torturer, came to Barr in person, whose hands were tightly cuffed, bent down and asked: "Huang Zhicheng is this
What was the purpose of what you did in the past few days?"
"In the past few days, at least two hundred people have been buried under the four main sand roads in Fit City, including many women and children who were defenseless..." As he said this, the man in gray clothes became more and more excited.
, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
"So tell me, what do you want?"
Barr's body trembled suddenly, and his breathing was trembling. He was blinded in one eye and slowly looked at his legs, and found that a delicate knife had been inserted into his thigh, and that grasp
The hand holding the knife was shaking even more than his own.
"Cough...cough, ha, ha, coward!" After Barr coughed out a mouthful of blood, a ridicule appeared on his scarred face, and he said after a while: "You should have understood long ago, I have already
Leave that bullshit organization, they cough, they are just a group of mindless sand people..."
"Also... I am not tempted by money, you know!" Barr yelled fiercely at the middle-aged man in front of him, but because of the handcuffs and the disabled legs, he
There is absolutely no way to get any closer.
"Then what are you doing for-"
"I, ahem, I used to be a Galaldin... I used to be proud of it..." Barr showed a terrible smile and said: "But now I think this is just a piece of shit! It was eaten and pooped by a dog.
shit!"
"Do you want to explain that this matter has something to do with Gallardin?" The middle-aged man frowned and asked, "Is Huang Zhicheng's behavior related to Gallardin?"
"What do you think?" Baershu unfolded his face full of marks and blood pits, making the smile look even more terrifying and penetrating, but he didn't know that the man in front of him had just vowed in his heart that he would not be afraid of anything.