There are three levels of [Overlord's Power], which can increase strength by 50%/75%/100% respectively, while ensuring that the strength enhancement will not fail, and this increase in strength is an increase that ignores the limits of the body's foundation, and the effect can be said to be quite good.

[Spirit Serpent Body] and [Elemental Body] have the same effect, but the stats have been changed to Agility and Magical Affinity.

[Sword Intent Psychic] is more vague, just saying that it can communicate the spiritual sense in the sword, but Bai Gang's swordsmanship has just been upgraded to LV8, saying that it has bred an ignorant spiritual sense, which is obviously used together!

After choosing [Sword Intent Channeling] without hesitation, Bai Gang felt like a truck was crushing the bones of his body inch by inch.

The feeling of pain lasted for more than half an hour before it eased up.

Bai Gang picked up the knife and swung it twice at will, feeling the slightest connection, it seemed that the knife in his hand had faintly become a part of his body, and the slash was more accurate, faster, and easier than before, this kind of experience he had never had, but it was not what he wanted.

What he wanted was the "dead line" that appeared at the critical moment in the previous battle with the gargoyle, and Bai Gang vaguely felt that this should be some kind of function of the sword intent spiritual sense.

After repeated attempts without success, Bai Gang had no choice but to give up, he suspected that that kind of function should not be able to be used normally by LV8's knife technique, and it was likely that he would need the cooperation of other talents, otherwise he only needed to experience the system once to allow him to actually obtain this skill.

"Are you there, Earl White?"

White Steel retracted the knife into its sheath and opened the door, revealing the dwarven hot furnace standing outside looking at him eagerly.

"Now, Lord Earl...... It's time for dinner, right? ”

Looking at the shy but expectant dwarf, Bai Gang only felt that his eyes were spicy and painful, and quickly turned his head.

"That's right, it's time for dinner, let's go down."

It didn't take long for Bai Gang to take out a table full of packaged food and wine from the warehouse - at first, Bai Gang tried to make some freshly fried hot dishes for these people, but after finding that the speed of his stir-fry was far less than the speed of these animals, Bai Gang decisively gave up, and gave these guys either field rations or potato chip snacks every day, and the aborigines who had never eaten these foods also ate them with relish.

Soon a few drunken guys were already asleep in the garbage heap, and only Annu, Dilitan, and Nordif and White Steel were still awake.

Dilitian stuffed himself with a piece of potato chips, chewing them little by little—the supplies hoarded at the supply station were mainly field rations, water, and oil, and the amount of such snacks was quite limited, and after a few days of eating and drinking by a group of big stomachs, only this bag remained.

"Lord Earl, I can't imagine how big your fleet is, rich enough to build such a strong fortress and hoard so much for the patrol. Truth be told, this supply depot alone is better than the castles of many minor nobles. ”

Bai Gang smiled slightly and said, "I believe that Captain Dilitan will be able to see my fleet soon, if our luck is not too bad, a patrol will arrive in the next two days." ”

Dillidian sighed, "I still can't believe that you, Lord Earl, don't recognize the path of your fleet. ”

"No way, I was sitting in the car when I went out, and I didn't pay attention to the situation outside at that time, so I naturally didn't know the way."

"In the car? Carriages? You actually ride in a carriage in this kind of place!? ”

"No...... It's not a carriage ......" Bai Gang rubbed his forehead, he felt a little headache, and wanted to explain to a man who lived in the Middle Ages what a car was really not an errand he was capable of, "I can't explain it to you in detail, but you will understand when you see it." ”

Dilitian rolled his eyes: "Why do you end up with this statement whenever I ask you anything lately?" ”

Bai Gang said bitterly: "Trust me, because this is the only way I can think of an explanation!" ”

As soon as they arrived at the supply station with Dilitan, Bai Gang had already quietly contacted the base, reported the general situation on his side, and also told the base that his scientific and technological equipment had been exposed, so that they didn't have to worry about what kind of posture they would appear in front of the aborigines.

Dilitian took a sip of mineral water and said, "Count White, although life here is quite good, I still don't want to delay too much time. ”

Bai Gang said helplessly: "I can't make the decision about this...... It can only be a matter of luck. ”

As the two were talking, they heard the faint roar of the engine outside.

"Hehe, it seems that we are lucky this time, listen to the sound patrol is coming." Bai Gang smiled, "Call them all up, pack up and get ready to go!" ”

With the exception of a few spellcasters, the warrior classes on the expedition were all drunkards, even the young Sawyer.

In fact, the middle and low-level combatants of the entire Anglia continent are extremely fond of buying drunk, more than half of them are drunkards, and the most important military supplies on the front line of Echo Canyon are first alcohol, and the second is food!

The reason is very simple, the battlefield on the front line of Echo Canyon is a flesh mill, the average survival time of mid- and low-level combatants is only three battles, and the huge casualties make the terrain dangerous and do not need too many troops to defend the Blood Fort Fortress Food pressure is not great, but if there is a lack of alcohol, these soldiers are afraid that they will soon have a nervous breakdown due to extreme depression.

However, their long fighting career has also allowed them to develop a unique skill - Dilitian shouted, "Prepare for battle!" The drunkards, who had just been asleep, immediately jumped up, casually manipulated the things they could touch around them and formed a circle with each other, and looked around vigilantly.

But in the next second, they realized that they had been deceived, and they were still in the safe supply depot, and there was no trace of the enemy around them at all.

"Captain Dilityan! Can you please not wake us up with this method every time!? It's very unpleasant! ”

"How could you drunkards get up so fast in any other way!? Alright, now shut up and clean up! ”

"Packing up? Are we leaving? ”

"That's right, the White Earl's patrol has arrived."

"Great! I can't wait! ”

The dwarven hot stove was the most excited, and with his fat black hands wiped the grease stains hanging from his beard, and ran quickly to the room to carry out his belongings—his things had already been packed up and waited for this moment.

According to the White Earl, he had a greater variety of fine liquor on his ship, far from being comparable to the "bargains" in the supply depots.

Hey...... A good thing that I have never tasted is actually called a bargain, and when I heard this sentence, the heart of the hot stove had already flown away.