Garriman watched as the magic runes symbolizing the contract slowly melted into the forehead of the little black milk cat, forming a white vertical mark there, and nodded with satisfaction, it would take a full twenty-four hours to complete the contract magic pet ritual, so he still put the little milk cat that had fallen asleep after being drugged into the inner pocket of his coat, just enough to fill the inner pocket.

He sat down in the hollow of the tree again, picked up the kebab that he had thrown into the tin pot before he went out, and didn't care that the barbecue was wet and dripping with soup because it was soaked in the soup.

To extinguish the bonfire so that it no longer burns violently, but still smoldering, Garriman covers the smoldering bonfire with larger pieces of wood chips, which will most likely keep the fire of the campfire until the next morning, so that Garriman does not have to waste time and energy re-rubbing the flint and steel to light the bonfire early in the morning.

After blocking the entrance to the cave in the tree cavity with a large package wrapped in a salute, Garriman took out the magic lamp and spell book that he had made himself, intending to spend some time re-reading the contents to deepen his memory and exercise his mind by the way. In the past few days, Gariman has been repeating this step in the period after each dinner, and it is also because the time for revision has encroached on the time he has used to sleep and regain his mental strength, which has caused him to accumulate a lot of fatigue both mentally and physically.

However, Garriman paused when he opened the spell book, thinking that in two days it would be the death of the sun god Bacon, and at that time he should have entered the [Knights of the Sun Graveyard], facing the [Knights of the Sun Graveyard] copy of this period that he had never seen before, Garriman felt that he still had to recharge his energy and prepare for the battle, and go to the battle in the best condition.

He put the magic lamp back in the hemp bag, and the spell book was placed close to him, and then he lay down with his clothes, pillowed on the thorn-scratched clothes he had worn through the forest the other day, and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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"Whew..........!"

Garriman felt a hard tap on his shoulder, and he reflexively looked back to see a rough, square face with a beard as insolent as a steel needle. He wears a white character nickname on his head-------- "This is Flying Zhang Renyan".

"President, what are you in a daze? We've cleaned up all the mobs on the periphery, and it's time to open the boss. The man said aloud in a voice that was very much in keeping with his present image.

Garriman ....... He Jia looked left and right, and found that he was now in a dim and dull environment, the stars and the moon hanging high in the sky were unusually bright, but there was no light that could shine on the earth, or by the people around him who were dressed in different clothes and holding torches, he could see that he was in a cemetery, the tall tombstones were not clear because of the erosion of time, and the inscriptions written on them praising the warriors who had been sleeping forever in the ground were not clear, and even the great swords inserted into the soil in front of each tombstone were rusted out of the hollows.

At this time, the ground in front of the tombstone was broken, and the warriors who were awakened by negative energy from the long sleep were re-by everyone, and the "Blue Fruit Orange" who thought that his hands were red was happy and smirked to help everyone touch the corpses of those dead monsters, and the others didn't care about him, the warriors sat down against the tombstone, took out the whetstone and weapon oil to prepare for the next boss, and the spell casting profession also entered a state of temporary meditation to restore mana.

"This is flying Zhang Renyan" Seeing He Jia staring at the "Blue Fruit Orange", he couldn't help but smile and said: "Speaking of which, the president, you still believe in the metaphysical rumor that let the black hand defeat the bad luck before opening the boss's corpse, and then opening the boss will increase the explosion rate of the best equipment." ”

He Jia turned his head to look at "This is Fei Zhang Renyan", and his dazed expression gradually sobered up. He glanced at the "Blue Fruit Orange" that was rummaging between the ghost knights in armor and the abyssal human pus that turned into a pair of black ashes after death, and suddenly said: "It's not a question of whether I believe it or not, but I have found through the statistics that I have been finding that after the 'Blue Fruit Orange' picks up the corpse of the mob, the probability of the same boss breaking out good things has increased by five percentage points." At the same time, I still can't believe that the random probability developed by the computer is a real random probability, even if it is one percent in the computer's calculation logic. ”

"This is flying Zhang Renyan" scratched his hair in distress, feeling depressed about the president's way of speaking with data at every turn, and hurriedly changed the topic, "That president, I see that everyone has already brushed the buff and the life mana is full, so let's hurry up and fight the boss, I heard that [Assassin's Creed] has advanced the progress of the dungeon to the second stage of the boss, and we have just hit the boss door." ”

He Jia didn't care about "This is Fei Zhang Renyan" bluntly changed the topic, he clapped his palms to attract everyone's attention, and asked, "Everyone, are you ready to open the boss?" ”

"No problem at all!" The warrior in full armor, named "On the Way", stood up with a tower shield, his tall stature half a body taller than Hega.

"Anytime."

"This is flying Zhang Renyan" puffed up his strong brachial muscles and carried the sledgehammer of both hands to his shoulders.

The thief in a leather wallet and a white and red-rimmed trench coat tossed two short swords up and down with one hand, the other hand wrapped in a scarlet cloak, and the erection of the olecranon hood obscured the upper half of his face, "I'm ready too." I hope that the dungeon boss inside won't have no place to poke like [Abyss Human Pus]. ”

Nurse Priest "Rain" and Dark Arbitrator "Rainstar" stood side by side behind Hega, and "Blue Fruit Orange" hurriedly stepped on the air flow and flew back to the team when everyone was ready to go.

Seeing that the crowd was already standing behind him with him as an arrow, he turned around and faced the cemetery with two particularly tall tombstones, the statue holding the cross-sword half-kneeling on the ground to divide the boundary, and the empty portal between the two tombstones was completely covered and blocked by a thick gray weapon, so that people could not see what was inside.

He led the partners around him who could be found to be in line with the concept to step forward, and they all stretched out their hands to clear the fog in front of them, and walked into the final battlefield in this dungeon, the boss room.

"Woohoo.....!" The shrill wolf howl suddenly exploded as everyone stepped into the boss room, the white marble building was surrounded by all kinds of weapons, and the dark crystal clusters emitted a strange light that barely provided a small view of the final battlefield. On the steps of the marble tombstone building, the black wolf looked down condescendingly at the stranger who had broken into the quiet place with his scarlet eyes, which had always glowed.