"Those who see have a share, those who see have a share, I almost put my life on the line in order to kill this old sheep-headed man, I have to have a share of the loot, besides, the two of us have such an iron relationship, it is too unauthentic to hide the loot............"

Seeing that the punk had found two or three rough gems from the crushed sand, Kane, who had just emerged from the corpse of the ancestral spirit, immediately rushed over.

The gems that Punk found were obviously the storage rings of the sheep-headed shaman, of course, this could also be a storage necklace, but whether it was a ring or a necklace, it was just a carrier, and the core of the storage function was these magic gems.

Maybe Kane did play a big role in this fight, and he deserved a lot of loot as a rule, but the most important thing now is that the loot is all in the hands of the punks.

"I have to tell you, this sheep-headed shaman is very poor, he only seems to have some dried fruits, if you want them all, you can give them all, don't thank me".

After casually pouring all the dried fruits from the sheep-headed shaman's storage ring on the sand in front of Kane, Punk immediately put the gems away on his own.

Of course, the sheep-headed shaman is also a master powerhouse, and his storage ring can't really contain just a bunch of shoddy dried fruits as Punk said, in fact, Punk has found a lot of valuable loot, such as many magic materials unique to the desert, some broken low-level magic items, and ...... The mother worm of the demon worm that has fallen into a deep sleep!

Among them, the sleeping demon worm mother worm is undoubtedly the most valuable thing, although the punk does not look at the attack power of the demon worm, but the characteristics of these demon worms have given the punk some inspiration to improve the spell, if there is a demon worm mother, punk is confident that he will be able to research something, at least to complete the spell improvement of the "soul eater worm" should be no problem.

The value of these loot is not low at all, and it will be very considerable to return to the Truth Mind and exchange it for exchange points, but Punk has no idea of sharing it with Kane, and he is very comfortable taking all the storage rings and anything that has a little value, and then throwing down a pile of rotten fruit to fool Kane.

"That's really all there is to it...... Rotten fruit"?

Looking at the shriveled fruit on the ground gently blown by the sand, Kane's face was completely "you fool the undead" expression.

"There really is only these rotten fruits"!

In the face of Kane's obviously distrustful eyes, Punk was as calm as ever, he said that the nonsense may not be as flowery as Kane's, but it is still no problem to have no emotional fluctuations and not stumble at all.

Of course, just as Punk won't believe Kane's rhetoric, Kane can't believe Punk's words, but now whether he believes it or not, Punk can't give him anything of value, there is no doubt about this, and looking at Punk's cold pupils, Kane also read Punk's meaning very clearly:

"Want the loot, okay, let's fight, whatever loot you win, it's all yours!"

shook the riding gun in his hand, and finally Kane reluctantly gave up his intention to fight.

As a knight who has been on the verge of life and death all year round, Kane has strong enough intuition ability, and he can have a hunch that if he really fights punk now, it may be okay to escape by himself, but it is basically impossible to win.

There is no way, this is the kind of thing that is done to grab equipment, there is no hand fast and there is no hand, no matter how unhappy Kane is, he can only helplessly suffer this dumb loss.

"Well, my old friend, you guy hasn't changed at all............ Anyway, we're winning the battle now, and it's too much to have only some dried fruit as trophies~ It's too much fun, it's better to ............"

The battle intent in his eyes dissipated in an instant, and Kane regained his hearty voice at this time, but when it came to celebrating, the knight in the golden armor pointed his spear at the chaotic tribe of sheepheads, and in the sunlight, the tip of Kane's spear flashed with a cold chill.

"Let's go and loot this tribe, this is a large tribe with a population of sixty or seventy thousand, and the magic materials will be more or less collectible, and ............ The quality of the soul of the sheep-headed people is not lower than that of ordinary humans, and the opportunity to collect so many souls is rare."

Kane, who smiled at the punk and said something, was still as cheerful and sassy as ever, in the bright sunshine, the knight's golden hair and the golden light on the armor reflected each other, standing on the same golden desert, Kane at this time was like a hero about to go on a crusade, I am afraid it is difficult for anyone to think that the "journey" he proposed was actually to slaughter a large tribe without the slightest ability to resist.

Without much thought, Punk agreed with Kane's decision.

As Kane said, the souls of intelligent creatures such as sheep-headed people are still valuable if they are numerous, and sheep-headed people are generally considered to be a biological race belonging to the evil camp, and even if they kill a large group of sheep-headed people, they will not attract good camp professionals to find trouble.

Not to mention............

Punk can't ignore the "demon god" in the mouth of the sheep-headed shaman, although there is nothing to be afraid of a single sub-lord located in the abyss, but if a sect appears with the power transmitted by this sub-lord as the core, it will be more troublesome, especially this sheep-headed shaman can so blatantly use the abyssal energy to infect the ancestral spirit of the tribe, which undoubtedly means that this tribe living in these tens of thousands of sheep-headed people has been full of crazy beliefs.

A group of mad believers may not be destructive, but they are definitely annoying enough, and if they don't want to be pestered endlessly, Punk thinks it's better to clean up these would-be madmen.

Looking at Kane, who was standing on a small sand dune, Punk couldn't help but squint, he could be sure that Kane must have some other purpose, and now, Punk inevitably had a lot of curiosity about Kane's purpose.

"Forget it, it's just a tribe of sheep-headed people who have no ability to resist, anyway, they won't be able to catch up with Ovacin for a while, and I don't care about the waste of time now."

Thinking like this, Punk silently turned to look at the sheep-headed tribe like Kane, the spell to create a large-scale killing was already slowly brewing on Punk's emerald staff.

In this quiet tribe blown by the wind and sand, strong and tall sheep-headed poor people were poking their heads out of the cellars dug out of the sand, and it seemed to them that the terrifying roar had been over for so long, that the battle outside should be over, and that their survivors should be safe.

But alas, the battle is indeed over, but these sheep-headed people are not destined to get the so-called "safety", and when they cautiously set their eyes on the battlefield, what they saw was ...... There was only a knight with a strange smile and a mage with cold eyes.

In the brutal multiverse, for the weak, the catastrophe may pause, but it will never end!