Three legendary warriors, one magister. Such a lineup could have dragged on much longer, or even turned the tide with a war of attrition. However, Ronin didn't give them this chance at all. He didn't take the initiative to attack, but whenever he saw that the four slightly stronger mercenaries were about to attack, he threw out a magic scroll seemingly at random. "Advanced Blinding Technique", "Cracking Technique", "Weakened Resistance", "Petrification" and so on, whatever spell is insidious, this kid will put anything.

Most of the scrolls drawn in the past few days have been thrown out by him. made those strong people want to scold their mothers. Seeing that the momentum was not right, the surrounding mercenaries stepped forward to help, but with their strength, they couldn't defeat the two puppets guarding Luo Ning's left and right, and could only watch as the number of their companions plummeted at a speed visible to the naked eye. In fact, if it weren't for Luo Ning's fear that they would be accidentally injured by Fannya and pull the two of them, with the violent temper of the head of the ancient tomb, maybe he would have led the Wuxiang warrior monk to rush into the center of the battle group a long time ago.

This tragedy did not last long. Five minutes after Fania began to rampage, Horseshoe Valley became quiet again.

It's not always true to say it's quiet. The blood of nearly 100 mercenaries flowed into a river, flowing along the barren beach to the depths of the canyon, and the blood gushed like a red stream.

Luo Ning took advantage of the fact that Fanya hissed excitedly and flew into the clouds, and did not stop it. He walked around alone, trying to touch the corpse and collect money several times, but soon gave up. Because he found that the real battlefield is not as ideal as in the game, and the monster dies and turns into a blingbling ball of light waiting for you to search. Most of the corpses had been shattered by Fania's over-sheer magical and physical powers, along with their possessions.

But as Fanya said, it's the soul energy that really counts. Nearly 100 mercenaries, including four valuable magisters and legendary warriors. Through this commission, Luo Ning really made a lot of money. Even if you point all the two skills of "" and "" to the full level, you will not be able to use them up.

"It's a pity! It would have been more perfect if I had left a job to hand over the commission just now!" Luo Ning sighed very unashamedly. Beside him, the two puppets didn't care so much, and nodded their heads, thinking that their master was right.

"Pop!" Just then, a stone fell to the inner edge of the Horseshoe Valley. The head of the ancient tomb looked up vigilantly and found that the "living mouth" that the owner wanted was looking timidly at him from the top of the mountain.

"Master, please wait a moment!" the head of the ancient tomb had not finished speaking, and the person had already rushed to the foot of the mountain with light skills. Dressed in steel and iron, she used her hands and feet together, and in a few seconds she rose to the top of the mountain, grabbing the hapless ghost archer with trembling legs.

"Bring it down, don't kill it, we'll count on him for the next two months!" the head of the tomb nodded, slicing his palm at the back of the archer's head, bringing him to the ground.

At this moment, Fania, who was crazy, also fell to the ground with a "boom", almost splashing blood all over the ground on Luo Ning's body.

"Master!"

Fanya turned into a human body and ran to Luo Ning's side, her little face was red because of excitement, and she was particularly charming and moving.

"Master, where's your new puppet, have you summoned it?"

Luo Ning cut to the puppeteer's skill tree, and frowned slightly: "What kind of high-end goods are you, and you have to go through so much trouble?"

"What's wrong?" Fenya couldn't see the skill tree system, and her heart was itching with curiosity.

"Hmm, if I want a third puppet, I'll need to spend an extra 100 skill points to buy carry-on equipment. What kind of equipment is he meowing so valuable, it costs 100 skill points? As a blacksmith, I'm so sour!"

Complaining to complaining, Luo Ning still obediently handed over the skill points and summoned the third puppet.

"Peng!" a white mist burst into the air and quickly spread to the ground. A few seconds later, a red-haired swordsman with a figure similar to Luo Ning's figure and a resolute and tough appearance stepped out with a black heavy sword. Soft, sturdy mocskin boots, a well-fitting black suit, and a dirty-looking hat with a few grass stalks stretched around the edges. Luo Ning looked horizontally and vertically, and couldn't see the value of this dress.

At this moment, the black-clothed swordsman reached out and dusted off his hem, chuckling softly: "Why, the master also fell in love with this dress sewn by my mother? This is my most precious treasure! If the master wants it, take it!"

"Okay!" Luo Ning finally understood: it turned out that this outfit was expensive in feelings. At the same time, he also realized: This puppet is indeed more humane than the Wuxiang warrior monks, even the "old lady" has it, and she has harmed him!

Luo Ning waved his hand and smiled: "I don't want you to be like this......! Why is there a row of question marks in your name field? It's weird, what should I call you?"

Before the black-clothed swordsman could answer, he heard the surprised shout of the head of the ancient tomb: "Nameless brother!" Luo Ning turned his head sideways and saw her rushing to the black-clothed swordsman with a faint archer, her eyes smiling like crescents.

"Amitabha! Nameless donor, let's meet again!"

Okay, it turns out that these three puppets are still old acquaintances. I don't know where they met.

Luo Ning pointed at the black-clothed swordsman and asked, "Brother Nameless?"

The black-clothed swordsman shook his head and said, "The ring finger is a code name! They said that someone would give me a name in the future, so that I would not have to be anxious. Master, since I am driven by you, please give me a name!"

Luo Ningxin is also right, there is a custom in the Lost Continent that "the master gives the name of the slave". What's the best name?

"Xiao Mo, the Yangtze River? No, it's unlucky. “

"Zoro, Kirito, no, I've already graduated from Secondary 2!"

"Xiaoyao, Sedum? No, you're not that handsome!"

A bunch of jumbled thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he set his eyes on the black sword.

"You said this sword is called the Xuangong Ink Sword?"

The black-clothed swordsman said, "Not bad. It's the Xuangong Ink Sword!"

"Ink Sword,... , Demon Sword, Sword Demon! Sword Demon with Xuantie Heavy Sword!Mmmmmm, since you don't have a name, then you might as well call Dugu to seek defeat!"

The black-clothed swordsman's eyes lit up when he heard this, and at the same time, a pattern in the shape of a black long sword appeared at the center of his eyebrows: "Alone with a single sword, I want to be defeated but can't get it! Good! Good name! From today on, I will be called Dugu Seeking Defeat!"

"Get a high-level puppet - Dugu seeks defeat! The current number of summoned puppets: 3!" The belated system prompt told Luo Ning that all this had been successfully completed. He looked at the puppet in front of him, only to feel that the original plan would be successfully realized, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Congratulations to Brother Nameless!Ah no, it should be congratulations to Brother Dugu!" The head of the ancient tomb and the Wuxiang warrior monk also bowed down to congratulate. The black-clothed swordsman smiled slightly and stood respectfully behind Luo Ning.

(End of chapter)