It was already three days before the ambush battle centered on the magic trap ended. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nearly 300 barbarian warriors in the entire Antian Mountains fell in this ambush battle, and the corpses of those barbarians were buried under the ice and snow at the pass of the ancient road in the western mountains of Antia, maybe next spring when the ice and snow melt, the corpses of these barbarians will be completely revealed, and now they only feel that the snow under their feet is slightly higher than the original nearly a meter. The falcons of the various squads were slandering me as a black-hearted magic merchant, carrying the lucrative loot into their pockets, and complaining about how unfair the distribution system was.

The Falcon Squad is made up of people from all over the city, some of them are demon hunters from the major guilds, elite warriors from the adventuring group, instructors from various academies, scouts from the barracks who have nothing to do, even professionals from the dark side of the city (such as thieves or assassins), and graduates of some magic academies. The quality of these personnel varied, but their individual strength was unquestionable, and they all had a common goal, which was to hunt the barbarians on their own.

But most of the time, we falcons are more like a plate of loose sand, and no one likes to be restrained.

The temporary formation of such a team is also to ensure that the success rate of hunting down the lone barbarians is greater.

Of course, each falcon has its own ideas and goals, and the slightest disagreement can tear up this improvised squad.

So it's normal for some of the falcons to be dissatisfied with me, and they want to divide the spoils equally, and of course it's fine, I have my own plans.

For those who offered to divide the spoils equally, I proposed to them to calculate the price of all the magic scrolls according to the magic crystals, and divide the cost among the heads of the falcon squads, and then we could sit down and talk about dividing the spoils equally, and the protests in the falcon squads gradually died down.

Until the end of the ambush, the barbarians in the entire Antian Mountains almost knew that the pass of the ancient road in the western mountains was a dangerous place from which there was no return. Many barbarian warriors are aware of the dangers lurking in their mountainous region, and since yesterday there have been few barbarians in the western mountains of Antia.

Not too far from the pass, Captain Cynthia set up a tent, and now that no barbarians wanted to approach the pass, it was very safe. The other Falcon squads also set up tents nearby, but the tents between the squads were nearly 100 meters apart, which was a relatively safe distance, and they could not peep at or eavesdrop on each other.

The sky outside was a gray color, with sparse snowflakes floating in the sky, and there was no biting cold wind, which made people feel that it was not so cold outside. The falling snowflakes covered all traces on the ground, I poked my head out of the tent and looked out into the wilderness in the distance, the steep rocky cliffs on the Antian Mountains, the golden apple groves in the hills, and the ancient sheep intestine trails in the valley were all hidden in the snow, a snowflake fell in the palm of my hand, and melted into water droplets in a moment, I sighed, reached out and tightened the collar of the magic robe, a piece of snow drilled into my neck, and the refreshing coolness made me feel as if I was back in the caravan at this moment.

I remember when I first stayed in the caravan, I was always short of food and clothing, no one would take extra care of me because I was a child, old Kuru made me a warm sheepskin jacket, and there was no shirt to wear, every time it snowed, hiding on the back of the thunder rhinoceros, those snowflakes would be poured into my arms along the neckline, because at that time I was still suffering from the poison of fire, so the snowflakes that got into the neckline always brought me a refreshing coolness.

I remembered the first shirt that Sister Guoguo changed for me, and I clearly remembered the white lace on the collar of the women's shirt and the polished yellow-orange-orange copper buttons.

I couldn't help but turn my eyes to Sister Guoguo, who was chasing snowflakes back and forth on the snow outside, she was like an innocent child, full of curiosity about the world, her body water element aura had become very strong, the light blue skin looked clearer, and the graceful slightly plump carcass * body was like a blue crystal sculpture under this snow scene.

If Sister Guoguo recovers her memory, I don't know if she will be able to find a suitable dress for her water elemental spirit's body.

I sighed secretly, how to repair Sister Guoguo's broken soul, I still don't have any clue, there has been no news of Jonbach, and I don't know where he followed Viru?

Inside the tent, everyone sat in front of the campfire to keep warm, and Captain Cynthia was in charge of distributing the trophies of the team, she looked at the rare magic metal ornaments piled in front of her, including a large number of armbands, collars, ankle bracelets, arm guards, armor pieces, etc., there were dozens of pieces piled together, and there were also fifteen barbarian left ears in a magic box, which was now also placed next to the ornaments.

I made it clear to Captain Cynthia that I would not be involved in the distribution of the trophies of the team. Because before that, I had already received nearly half of the magic metal jewelry and the barbarian's left ear from the hands of the six Falcon team leaders, all of which had been put into the magic belt, and the distribution of loot in the team this time, no matter what, I had no face to take it again.

I told Captain Cynthia that I was going to find a secret place to bury the barbarian weapons that weighed more than 10,000 catties.

Cynthia hesitated for a moment, then looked up and said to me: When buying those barbarian weapons, try to hide them as much as possible, and try to bury them separately.

I glanced at Captain Cynthia gratefully and left alone with Ruka.

Ruka and I set up our tent under a sheltered stone wall, and then we had Ruka move all of our weapons into the tent. No one will bother here, because no one will come up with them without interest, these weapons are already my trophies, and the other falcons need to avoid suspicion.

When the spring blooms next year and the barbarians retreat to the snow tundra, they will have to dig up the barbarians' weapons according to the recorded locations - of course, these are the same ways that the falcons have dealt with captured barbarian weapons before, and as a magician, there are more ways to deal with these weapons, and for me, the best way is to send them through the portal into the valley of the willows.

Every time the falcons killed the barbarians, they only had to deal with one or two weapons, and by no means as many as I have now, so the rest of the people won't care too much about the places where the weapons are buried, and no one will be watching in the dark.

But I now have more than three hundred barbarian weapons to deal with, each weighing hundreds of kilograms, and even digging a pit must be a very large one. That's why Captain Cynthia reminded me that these barbarian weapons are an amazing asset, and someone will definitely peep into them.

...... Beautiful Dividing Line......

The Minotaur Ruka gasped and walked into the camp with a double-edged axe weighing hundreds of pounds, the tent was empty, only a portal was placed in the center, the lintel of the portal kept surging with the power of thunder and lightning, and from time to time there was a crackling sound, he strode into the portal with ease, the mirror-like portal rippled in circles, the Minotaur Ruka's head poked out of the portal, and then a huge double-edged axe handle, his hands were also squeezed out of the portal, and then a left leg, up to the whole body, he stood on the altar with a double-edged axe, wiping the hot sweat from his forehead with his hands。

Standing on top of the teleportation array altar, Ruka unloaded the giant double-edged axe, and threw a double-edged axe weighing hundreds of pounds into the weapon pile under the altar, and the double-edged axe slammed into the other weapons, making a piercing clanging sound.

"How many more haven't been moved, should it?" I sat down on the stone pier under the altar, tossed the stone egg in my hand, and looked up to ask Ruka.

"Well, there's a dozen left, I'll count them!" replied Ruka grimly.

I reached out and tossed the water bladder to Ruka, and he smiled innocently, gulped it dry, gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, turned around and burrowed into the portal, and disappeared in an instant.

There were thousands of stone eggs piled up at my feet, and half of them had been thrown into the corner by me, they were ordinary pebbles of no value, but my magic fanny pack already contained five gems with this faint spatial magical power, the Star of Elune.

It's almost a probability of one in a hundred, but even so, it still makes me a little excited, you must know that these are not ordinary magic crystals, this is already a rare magic gem, and it can be regarded as a rare space magic gem in magic gems, its value is several times that of ordinary magic gems, if you exchange it for magic crystals, a star of Elune will probably be exchanged for dozens of magic crystals. It is hidden in the center of these stone eggs, for some reason, those magical powers are completely sealed in it, if it weren't for my keen magic perception, it is estimated that it is difficult to find that these stone eggs actually contain magic gems.

These stone eggs need to be carefully polished to get the blue Star of Elune inside, this rare magic gem can only be used by the great mages of the space system, they are the core of the production of fixed portals or teleportation circles. The Star of Elune is actually a transliteration of the ancient Elven language, which translates to the tears of the moon goddess.

I heard that the elves could not resist this gem of beauty like a bright star.

Karantso's daughter, Ella, lay quietly on my lap and watched curiously as I identified each stone egg, which I had discarded in the corner of the wall, and after asking for my permission, these ordinary pebbles had become Ella's toys, and she secretly told me that she would bring all the round stones back to the village with her mother. There were no such regular round stones by the stream around their village, so she and her friends could make some slings.

I thought to myself: No wonder the orcs of the Pai Plateau are born with slings, probably because they used to play with this thing a lot when they were children!

Karantso stood beside the altar of the underground caverns of the Xinliu Valley, dressed in light animal skin armor, counting these bulky weapons, and writing them down on parchment with a magic pen, her hair was pulled up high, revealing her round neck and delicate collarbones, her light brown skin looked very elastic, her bulging and plump breasts held the bust to the fullest, and after the abundance of food, her figure became much fuller, and every time I saw the half-cup bust supporting her towering breasts, I was a little worried that the pair of big rabbits on her chest would jump out of the breastplate when she ran。

After a few months of recuperation, she has completely recovered, her delicate skin has become very healthy, her eyes have become black and bright, like the stars in the night sky, I have to say that she is a rare beauty among the beast girls, otherwise she would not be taken by a human boy at a glance, desperate to bring her back to the city of El. Few have been able to get rid of the tension between these races and truly unite humans and orcs.

Karantso told me last month that she could clearly feel the rejection of the world towards her, but after going to the island in the middle of the lake in the round stone valley, making a vow in front of the World Tree seedlings, and becoming the guardian of the World Tree, the repulsion of Kalancuo in Xinliu Valley has completely disappeared, and now she is constantly recovering her strength, which makes her more confident.

These delicate weapons, which weigh hundreds of pounds, will eventually be sent to the blacksmith shop in the orc village of Xinliu Valley, where they will be re-smelted and cast into tungsten steel ingots, and perhaps some rare magical metals can be extracted from them. These metals are excellent iron for forging weapons and armor.

Now on the altar side of the underground cave, Karantso has the orcs dig a stone house next to the altar, and the orc warriors are arranged to guard it in turn all year round, they will be at my beckon at any time, and will bring my orders back to the orc village. In addition, these orc warriors are responsible for guarding the secret cave that holds the 'blood of the devil', which has now been sealed by me with a magic scroll.

In many cases, the magical herbs, magical metals, materials on the monsters, precious wood, etc., brought from the orc villages in the Xinliu Valley will be transported to the stone house in advance, and they will wait here in advance for me to open the portal door. Sometimes I'll ask them to help me move some of my necessities from the magical grocery store warehouse in El City back to the stone house, and then I'll let it go, I have to say, the adaptability and tenacious vitality of these orcs allow them to put down roots wherever they are.

It was only at this time that the Minotaur Ruka was at his happiest moment, and he preferred to stay with these orc friends.