For the first time, the remote wilderness had become so lively, full of ambitious, well-dressed and angry conquest troops, all of them generous.

This kind of fat sheep is simply intolerable, just leading the way as a guide, so that the natives make a lot of extra money. Through the trade cycle, it is inevitable that you will end up in the treasury of the king of the wild.

Faced with this situation, Richard himself was also very crying and laughing. It wasn't that he didn't try to organize bards to fight a war of public opinion, but when they heard that their employer was the lord of Alpine Castle, they would rather starve to death than take a job.

Cultural fighting does not achieve martial arts.

The lord pondered that if this group of righteous partners had the slightest chance to slay dragons, they would also become dragons. So he was not polite at all, and asked the patrol samurai to greet them fiercely.

There is no young man with outstanding martial arts and skilled fighting spirit in the army, and he has the demeanor of the male protagonist among knights.

But compared to the regular warriors of the Ripper Legion, their little force is like a spark trying to compete with the eternally burning sun.

was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face after three times and five divided by two, and then notified the family to pay the ransom. A few die-hards were thrown to dig iron ore for a few days, and they all gave in.

Alpine Fort has been spending a lot of money lately, and the rapid decline in gold inventory has been a headache. After such a fuss, it began to rise steadily, which made Anne very happy.

It's just that it has confirmed the name of the demon king, and it has been used by various street newspapers to rank with the famous faint monarch in history, and the fritz paper sold for a time is expensive. And Richard had no choice but to find that the prestige of the system had risen faster than ever, which made him puzzled for a while.

Because prestige is not just a matter of being famous, it also needs to be admired or feared.

Time passes little by little, and no matter how long the cool-down period is, there will always be an end to the day.

It's just that there is no stock in the sky and the Ring of Thunder now, and if you want to recreate the glorious scene of Winterfell, you have to restock, but fortunately, there is a troll shaman in Alpine Castle who has mastered thunder and lightning spells.

Although the Sky and Thunder Ring can't be as arrogant as directly absorbing the thunder spell, it can completely wait for the spell to collapse and absorb the free elements.

The "Gordon Quadruple Lightning" slammed into an iron plate, and the freeing lightning converged into the ivory bracelet-like ring.

Delicious food and drink for the troll shaman worked hard for half a month, filling the Sky and Thunder Ring with a very considerable reserve.

Richard did not delay, and immediately took Chiqiu to the underground cave of the New World to prepare to settle the grievance in one fell swoop.

The ten-blade-tall ghost of resentment still hovers above the lava lake, roughly the same as Ragnaros was when he was alive, but his face has become very blurred. The most amazing thing is that the formless and insubstantial spirit body is bound by a real chain around its waist, and it cannot leave for a moment.

"Reptiles, welcome death!" The ethereal shriek was like a fierce north wind in the middle of winter, making people feel a chill at the back of their necks.

"Poor Dao is going to kill you evil beast today!" the enemy was very red when he saw it.

"Eat me Nine Heavens Thunder Dharma!" Richard pointed his fingers and swords with all the bells and whistles, poking at the resentful ghost that flew over with great momentum, and at the same time glared at Qiqiu, "Please turn around, baby." ”

"Chiqiu!"

"Wow!"

Purple lightning suddenly lit up in the dim underground cavern, and the lord took Qiqiu and turned around and ran without saying a word—if you don't run, you can't do it, the lightning released by the sky and the Ring of Thunder is indistinguishable.

At first, the scream of the resentful ghost was accompanied by the explosion of thunder and lightning through the air, and it was as dense as raindrops, and it was simply earth-shattering. Later, whether it was screaming or exploding, it began to gradually stop.

When Richard returned with the Strange Thief Head, he couldn't help but be shocked by the terrible damage caused by the thunder - whether it was the ground or stalagmites, and even the dome above, there were criss-crossing incandescent slurry streams, slowly dripping under the action of gravity. Let this dimly lit cave shine as brightly as a lantern.

That's the rock that has been melted by the heat of the electric snake!

The mushrooms growing on the edge of the magma lake still maintained their silhouette, but when they touched it with their feet, they immediately exploded into a cloud of carbon powder like smoke, apparently burned through it long ago.

"Oh!" exclaimed Richard as he hugged the little.

The Ghost of Resentment floated in the air, its body flickering on and off like an underpowered light bulb, on the verge of collapse. It's hard to even move, let alone attack.

The ability to collect piecemeal and then release it all at once is really sharp.

This time, the reserves came from the friendship contribution of the troll shaman for half a month, because it had to wait for the spell to collapse and collect, and it was inevitable that some of it would be lost. But even then, it's enough to take out the Grudge Ghost.

If you let the troll shaman directly cast spells on the revenant souls of this level for half a month, the grade gap is too big, but eighty percent of them are useless.

In the last moments of his life, Ragnaros finally came to his senses from that unprovoked rage, and his last words were intriguing—"I am relieved." ”

This fire demon, who had been drained of all value by the goblins and had dedicated his life, **, bones, and soul, began to fall into eternal tranquility. From the bottom up, his spirit body disintegrated into fine milky white particles of light, spreading in all directions, gradually dimming.

In the dimly lit underground cavern, this scene is actually a kind of touching magnificence.

Before Richard could sigh, suddenly his hand was light, and Qiqiu turned into a black giant beast chasing the wind and attacking like a moon.

Like a bird that preys on insects and moths, it chases the scattered particles of light, opening its bloody mouth and devouring it. It's just that as soon as those light particles leave his body, they quickly fade and disappear without a trace, and no matter how hard Qiqiu tries, he can't get them all.

"Why don't you go eat something too?" the lord pondered the shame of wasting, took out the dragon crystal and earnestly persuaded the geist inside.

"I ......," Thutmose said uncertainly, looking dazed, "I don't think I have that feature......

Richard was about to continue speaking, when he felt a slight tremor on the ground beneath his feet, which became more pronounced as time passed.

"Oh no, earthquake!" his face changed dramatically.

This is an underground space, and no one dares whether the structure of the package ticket can be stabilized enough to resist earthquakes. If it collapses, it can be separated from the ground by a layer of soil hundreds of yards thick, and it is even more difficult to go back than to climb to the sky!

The blazing magma began to violently shake, setting off waves to crash on the shore, and Richard quickly took to the air to prevent injury.

He beckoned to Chichu to slip on his feet, but the little chased the light particles without stopping, and looked back at him pitifully from time to time, which was obviously reluctant.

"Damn!" the lord almost died of anger.

Qiqiu, who has always been very obedient, actually chose such a terrible time to rebel!