Wielding his greatsword, Vulture slashed the last of the stubborn gnolls to the ground.

Not far away, at the arrow tower sentry post, several mercenaries had their heads popping out like marmots, and they gestured to the vultures, signaling that their side was also over the battle.

The tall swordsman let out a cheerful voice and lifted his greatsword and walked towards the treasure house deep in the ruins.

The news about the treasure trove came from a gnoll warrior who wanted to continue to live, and the "vulture" listened to it with all its words, and then sent the gnoll who kept kowtowing and begging for mercy on the Yellow Springs Road with a sword.

Hmph, stupid thing.

The thought of the treasure trove of glittering gold brightened the Giant Swordsman's mood.

Those black-skinned guys actually thought gold was heavy when they migrated, hey, I wouldn't have left these good things behind even if I died.

The Vulture arrives with his gang of mercenaries in front of this so-called treasure house, whose iron door is painted with a faint magic lock, and the door panel is covered with reddish-brown rust under the erosion of time.

With a single sword, he split the door in half, listened to them fall limply into the dust with a "clang" with satisfaction, and then swaggered inside through the layers of cobwebs.

The treasure house is not large, only about 500 square meters, and there are four or five small metal cargo boxes in it, and the "vulture" has opened the first few metal cargo boxes in succession, revealing the empty iron plate bottom inside.

Damn, would the gnoll dare to lie to me, his face suddenly sank, and his hands touched the last cargo box.

Fortunately, the last box finally did not disappoint him, and the lovely light of Huang Chengcheng came out of the box.

The vulture laughed and grabbed a handful of gold, then let the coins slowly slide back through the cracks between his fingers.

With this money, he can be happy for a long time. Although the slave business is also profitable, how can it compare to the blatant stealing money from the people like the nobles.

The leaders of the rebels had told them that if they gave the rebels financial and material support now, they would give them a knighthood in the future.

That's enough gold to be crowned the lowest viscount.

"Vulture" was a little sentimental, if he had the status of a viscount, then the daughter of a slave merchant would not look down on him, let alone play with his feelings.

He vaguely seemed to be back to the bloody night, when he had waited for his sweetheart in the garden of a rich merchant with roses, only to be greeted by the vicious laughter of a woman and a servant with a club.

It was also on that night that he killed the rich merchant's entire family and took over the job of the rich merchant as an outlaw slave trader.

He still remembered the desperate look at the beautiful and vicious woman who was stripped naked and thrown in a cage to be picked up as a commodity, mixed with fear, resentment and pleading.

It was beautiful, it was intoxicating.

Just as the vulture lamented his misfortune, a violent wind tore open the roof of the treasury. The gargoyle rushed into the mercenaries with a spear.

In an instant, the flesh flew everywhere! The huge impact smashed the two mercenaries directly into the flesh, and the gargoyle's thick spear tip plunged straight into the stomach of one of the mercenaries, stirring the organs into a ball.

The "vulture" picked up his giant sword and looked uneasily at the terrifying monster in front of him that had achieved the "three kills" in an instant. Taking advantage of the fact that the other party had not yet launched the next killing, he took a deep breath, raised his sword, and slashed at the monster's wings.

However, the hardest part of the gargoyle was its wings, and the sword with great might only exploded into a dazzling spark on the gargoyle's wings, and then it was violently bounced back.

The vulture's provocative actions soon succeeded in attracting the man-made monster's attention, and it pounced, a sharp claw slamming towards the vulture.

If this claw is sturdy, then even a cow will have to be pulled out of the bloody hole.

However, as a powerful junior second-level warrior, "Vulture" did not intend to be caught like this, he flipped the blade of the giant sword and turned it into a shield in front of his body.

With a bang, the vulture took three steps back in a row, successfully resisting this deadly attack. Then he slashed his sword horizontally, and a layer of white fighting qi covered the entire sword body, and he swung out a sharp sword light and slashed towards the gargoyle's thick ghost claws.

This sword light attached to the fighting spirit was obviously much more effective than the previous sword, and there were several obvious shattering marks on the gargoyle's claws in an instant.

If it was an ordinary monster who was afraid that it would immediately go crazy in pain, it was a pity that the gargoyle didn't seem to have any concept of pain at all, so naturally there was no flaw at all. The system that supports the Gargoyle is derived from a magical construct, and if it can't destroy its magic pathway, even a hundred slashes will have no effect.

......

Adams and Hilton cloaked in a dark curtain and disappeared into the shadows of the building not far away, silently watching the fierce battle.

The alchemist's facial muscles twitched twice unsightly, and he muttered, "I didn't expect the 'vulture' to be so strong that it could fight the gargoyle for so long. ”

Adams nodded approvingly, he had fought the gargoyle before, though he had lost almost a round.

A large part of this was due to the fact that Adams only had a Mithril dagger, but the terrifying power of the gargoyle did keep his memory fresh.

Hilton sighed deeply, "I really don't understand why "Rotten Scar" can compete with "Vulture" for territory, can it be said that he really has an affair with the druid, but the druid has been claustrophobic for a long time, and has always ignored human affairs. ”

Adams didn't bother to think about what he had or didn't, the "rot scar" had already been done by the two of them, and even if there was really a big backer behind him, he couldn't make the "rot scar" get up from the cemetery again.

"Soul Grant" is a necromantic spell of the second ring, and resurrection as a skeleton soldier is more like a disrespect for the dead.

He turned sideways to Hilton and asked, "How much do you think the gargoyle magic is left?"

The alchemist carefully felt the fluctuations of magic coming from the gargoyle, brushed the parchment and calculated it, and after solving the last parameter, he looked up at Adams and replied.

"It only lasted about five minutes. ”