Chapter 47: Ice Iron Token

There is no light pollution in the Lanshan hunting grounds, so visibility is very low at night.

Jiang Cheng approached the collapsed iron gate, and through the faint moonlight, he could see clearly the origin of the two red lights, which were actually a palm-sized calculator, and the two red lights were the indicator lights.

This hunting ground has been abandoned for so long, and there are still electronic products that can play a role, Jiang Cheng also felt strange, it stands to reason that the battery should have run out a long time ago......

Maybe it's solar cells or something.

Jiang Cheng guessed so, and then called the two seniors over.

The three of them faced the worn-out calculator and fell silent.

"Mine mine. ”

"Sleep, sleep. ”

However, just when the three of them wanted to turn back, Jiang Cheng suddenly had a feeling of thorns in his back, and the source of this feeling was ...... Left!

Huang Xian's direction!

"Be careful!" Jiang Cheng pounced and threw Huang Xian to the ground.

A cold light swept across and almost slashed past the two of them's backpacks.

The sound of clanging weapons sounded, and Zou Yi had already fought with the incoming enemy, but his vision was not clear at night, and Zou Yi was mostly defensive, and the two daggers covered his vital points, not daring to attack rashly.

Jiang Cheng and Huang Xian got up, and by the faint moonlight, they saw a vague humanoid silhouette, holding a single knife, and were attacking Zou Yi.

"Your uncle!" Huang Xian rushed forward, but he didn't let go and performed his duties as soon as possible.

Jiang Cheng's digital vision also saw the name of this enemy.

[The Qing Army's Lanshan Battalion ordered pro-soldiers, Yue Shou].

is a "white" name.

"White name!" Jiang Cheng felt a pang in his heart. There are three types of spirits encountered so far: translucent, gray, and white. It seems that the demon spirit with the white name is more powerful than the gray.

However, what made Jiang Cheng even more concerned was that his "Data Vision" did not discover the existence of this demon spirit at the beginning.

This shows that the data-based vision can only give information about the demon spirits that Jiang Cheng "noticed". In the case that the vision is very unclear and Jiang Cheng does not pay attention, it is impossible to give early warning through the data-based vision.

If there are demon spirits and invisibility talents, Jiang Cheng can't see through the digital vision.

With Huang Xian's joining, Zou Yi was finally able to attack tentatively. But the dim environment has always been a restrictive factor, and Jiang Cheng can't participate in the siege, because he can't rely on the naked eye to determine who is a friend and who is an enemy.

Suddenly, with a muffled snort, Huang Xian was stabbed.

Jiang Cheng quickly took out a flashlight from his tactical backpack, unscrewed the spotlight, and the small light bulb created a small light source.

With the help of the lights, the battle finally returned to the familiar rhythm of the squad.

The demon with a white name is probably at the level of a reserve warrior. Under the siege of the three first-tier reserve warriors, the demon spirit was killed before he even had time to cast his secret skills.

The familiar white mist dissipated, and no demon cores appeared.

"It's a pity. Zou Yi shook his head, although he didn't have a digital vision, but after personally fighting, he could also feel the strength of the demon spirit Yue Shou, if the demon core was exploded, it would definitely be stronger than the previous demon core.

"Grandma's, it hurts me to death. Huang Xian was stabbed in the arm, but fortunately he was wearing iron armor, which did not cause lacerations, but only a large bruise.

Huang Xian inhaled a cool breath, took out a bottle of Lingzi Recovery Elixir from his tactical backpack, bit the cork, applied a small amount to the wound, and drank the rest in one gulp.

The bruising and redness of the wound slowly disappear at a visible rate. This is the reiko at work, repairing damaged body tissues. The effect of drinking it is to activate the flow speed of the spirit child in the body and temporarily improve the self-healing ability.

"Jiangcheng ......"

Huang Xian hesitated for a while, wanting to thank him, but he didn't know what to say - just now Jiang Cheng discovered the danger in advance and knocked him down, otherwise he would be attacked by the demon spirit, and he would have to be injured if he didn't die.

It's just that as a captain, I always feel weird and embarrassed to thank a team member for saving my life, and I can't say it.

Fortunately, there is a small sapling radar on the Jiangcheng side.

"Psychic Fluctuation Point from Huang Xian +49......"

Gratitude is also a kind of fluctuation of the heart.

Zou Yi picked up the flashlight on the ground and put on the spotlight. He smiled and said, "Fortunately, Jiang Cheng was clever and took out a flashlight, otherwise we really can't do anything about this demon spirit...... Do they have night vision?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Huang Xian said stupidly: "This demon spirit is alone, there are enemies all around, there is no need to distinguish at all, just cut it on other people, night vision ability is not important at all." ”

Jiang Cheng smiled.

Suddenly, Zou Yi used the light of the flashlight to discover the location of the demon spirit "after death", and there was something levitating.

"Hey, what is this?"

The three of them gathered together.

It was a palm-sized iron plaque, the material was obviously not ordinary, and the tentacles were cold, like a black ice cube that would never melt.

On the front of the iron plate, the words "Jing Loyal to the Country" are engraved, and the back is engraved with traditional seal characters such as "Lanshan Battalion Chief Soldier Officer Yue".

"It's like a token, not a demon core. ”

"It's not a demon core, it shouldn't be counted as a trophy, right? Otherwise, it should be distributed to Jiang Cheng in order, and he will suffer a little bit. Zou Yi said.

The purpose of this autumn hunt is the demon core, and getting the demon core and leaving the hunting ground is equivalent to completing half of the trial.

Therefore, in the eyes of Zou Yi and Huang Xian, the demon core is much more important than this kind of token, which has no clear origin.

Jiang Cheng looked carefully through the digital vision.

[Lanshan Camp Token: The token of Yue Jun, the chief soldier of the Lanshan Green Battalion of the Qing Army. Crafted from the rare material Ice Iron. 】

"Ice iron?" Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, but still didn't understand what it meant.

"Looks like I'm going to have to ask a foundry......"

Wait, foundry?

Well......

Well!

Jiang Cheng quickly remembered the two little tiger teeth.

"Go back and look for Li Miaomiao. She helped me upgrade and maintain my equipment, and she didn't pay for it...... If this Ice Iron Token has some value, give it to her as a thank you gift. ”

Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and said, "Okay, as the third trophy, it's my turn." ”

"Jiang Cheng, you're losing too much in this way. ”

"That's right, I'll wait for the next demon core to appear. ”

The two seniors are really kind.

Jiang Cheng actually thinks that the value of the demon core is more valuable than this ice iron token, but since it is a pseudo-random rule proposed by himself, of course he can't break it by himself, and he also has a foundry he knows, so he should be able to use ice and iron materials.

When the two saw Jiang Cheng insisting, they stopped persuading. However, they had already thought in their hearts that if the loot that appeared next time was a demon core, they would give it up and leave it to Jiang Cheng.

After all, the two of them each have a demon core, and Jiang Cheng gave it to them. Reciprocating the peach is human nature.

The crisis was lifted, Jiang Cheng was sleepy, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

However, after this incident, Huang Xian and Zou Yi lost their sleepiness, so they sat back to back, gossiping in a low voice until dawn.