Snow shook his head helplessly, took out a cloth bag, and then took out a dagger from his waist, and cut off the goblin's ears very skillfully.

This is the best proof of getting paid for your labor, and if you give your ears to the Bounty Alliance, you can get the reward of the corresponding monster. Of course, not all monsters are ear-to-ear, and different parts will be submitted according to different monsters. Goblins and ogres use their ears to communicate.

In the past, they would not easily take on tasks related to the Warcraft Mountain Range, but now that they have an opportunity, they can't miss it.

"Snow, these goblins and ogres aren't worth a few bucks, not enough to buy a bottle of red wine." Greena smiled.

"Hey, don't forget that we're poor now, and we'll all have to tighten our belts in the future." As he spoke, Snow glanced at Jon vaguely.

When this topic was mentioned, everyone's faces could not hide a trace of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry guys, but I offered to raise money to buy expensive high-grade magic weapons, but I'll pay them off as soon as possible." Jon said guiltily.

"No, it's not your fault, after all, this time to hunt the green dragon, we still need to use that high-level magic weapon, and you are also thinking about all of us." Hector spoke up.

"That's right, it's all a team, and what do we share with each other, no matter how poor the days are, we haven't experienced ......"

Glinta smiled heartily, and before she could finish speaking, a sharp arrow shot out of nowhere and hit Glinta in the back of the head.

Greena instantly lost her breath and collapsed to the ground.

That sharp arrow was also obviously infused with magical power, and it was even better than Snow's arrow.

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Louis and Letitha walked through a bush, the mist seemed to dissipate, and a faint ray of daylight could be faintly seen, which was very difficult to penetrate through the huge leaves, and it seemed to be noon.

"Be careful!" Louis pushed Letissa away beside him, and the flying fireball flew into the air, leaving a pothole in the dirt road.

"This ......" Letissa's breathing was a little flustered, obviously, if Louis hadn't pushed her just now, she would have been hit by that fireball by now.

Letissa was a little glad that she had chosen the right powerful partner, and she also blamed herself for her low perception, after all, it was a matter of life and death.

Someone had cast fire magic, that's what Louie had come to the conclusion that there were ambushes around him, and it was certain that it was man-made, not some magical beast.

"Since you're here, don't hide, show up." Louis said indifferently.

As soon as he finished speaking, four black shadows jumped down from the tree, and a black robe enveloped his body, and the hem of the robe was embroidered with bright red threads like a flame. Although I couldn't see the face under the hood, the aura that wafted out made people feel uneasy.

"Hand over the Book of Damned!"

Hearing the black-robed man say the words "Book of Curses", Louis's originally indifferent face wrinkled slightly, not understanding why they knew that the Book of Curses was on his body.

"I think you're mistaken, I don't know anything about the Book of Curses."

"Whoever covets the Book of Damned, there will be no forgiveness! Since you won't hand it over, we can find the answer in your corpse! "The black-robed man had no intention of negotiating, but coerced in the form of orders.

"Letisha, stand back!" Louis knew that Letisha would not play a role by his side, after all, the latter was more inclined to support, and his combat effectiveness could be almost equal to zero.

The four black-robed men all showed a black scimitar, and the magical power attached to it was even more lethal than Justin's national treasure-level weapon.

Who are they?

Why did you know about the Book of Curses?

A series of questions ran through Louie's mind, and it seemed that the only way to get answers was to subdue the four black-robed men in front of him.

There is a magic-inflicted effect that allows the weapon to dance and automatically attack, which is used to increase the number of attacks.

As long as this type of magic effect is cast, the weapon will attack on its own at the command of its owner.

Following the instructions of the four black-robed men, the four scimitars floated in the air, as if forming a sword barrier, a cage that would surely die once they stepped into it.

However, before the black-robed man could begin to give weapons commands, Louie had already stepped into the attack range first, swinging his arms sideways at an impossible speed.

Louis enveloped the magic around his arm, forming a qi-based hand knife.

Louie's arm was like a sharp blade, and the head of the black-robed man on the far right fell to the ground.

This attack allowed Louis to see clearly the head hidden under the black robe, which was an old man's face with a strange brand on his forehead, it was an ancient pattern, I don't know what it meant.

The black-robed man spurted blood from his neck, and his body slowed down before falling to the ground. But the scimitar dancing in mid-air was still in the air. This was because Louie's hand knife was too sharp and too fast, so that the black-robed man had not had time to feel death, and perhaps there was no pain.

Maybe there was a buffered gap in time, and the scimitar moved.

"It's a bit ......weird to be able to control weapons and fight even though your head has been dropped," Louie's eyes flashed with surprise.

The old man's mouth opened slightly: "You, what are you talking about?" ”

It was not difficult to hear from the old man's words, it was obvious that he felt something. His deep eyes swirled, and the old man realized that his head had been cut off by Louie.

That's probably what the corpse means.

The old man's eyes blinked vigorously, and then his eyes widened, and his eyeballs were about to fall off, and he kept reassuring himself that he must have fallen under Louie's illusion magic, which was absolutely not true, and he only hoped that his three companions would tell him that none of this was true!

But in the end, the old man had to admit this fact, and his face was painted with despair.

The scimitar, controlled by the old man, eventually fell to the ground as if it had been thrown away, and there was no more movement.

The other three black-robed men couldn't help but feel apprehensive when they saw the fate of their companions, and they decisively gave up letting their weapons attack on their own, because this would leave Louis a gap, and the final fate would definitely be the same as that companion.

The three black-robed men glanced at each other, and once again applied two magical effects to the weapon, one effect could allow the weapon to twist the surrounding muscles and sink inward at the moment of piercing into the flesh, this effect would pull the flesh around the stab wound, leaving a terrible scar. Another magical force expands the wound, and even a small abrasion can turn into a heavy blow.