Faced with a sudden attack, Punk slammed backwards as fast as he could, then let the ready Golem Two stand in front of him. After preparing to fight and even flee you, Punk begins to look carefully at the "enemy" in front of him.

Interrupted by the sudden arrival of the punk attack was a thin man in a bright red dress, he looked almost as young as the punk, his scarlet hot hair was combed very neatly, his gold-rimmed glasses were spotlessly polished, and his pale face had a very green smile on his face.

I saw this "big boy", gently waved his hand to the punk to show that he had no intention of attacking, and then said politely:

"Hello, Mr. Mage, I'm a warlock from the eastern part of Dylan's kingdom, and I'm known to people who call me Bloodclaw, and I'm sorry for my recklessness when my servant first came here, but I don't think a great mage would be embarrassed by a beautiful girl, right?"

Without waiting for Punk to answer, the warlock himself burst out laughing, as if it had all been a reckless misunderstanding.

"So now I think you should have recognized that this ghetto is my territory, and now, I think you can go back to where you need to be"

Punk was not polite to this warlock at all, he found that the warlock in front of him seemed to be only level eleven, and punk still had an advantage in terms of strength, so he didn't need to be kind to an intruder at all.

Seeing that the punk was still hostile, the self-proclaimed "Bloodclaw" warlock shook his head helplessly:

"I'm so sorry, I didn't find out at all because you hid it so well, so my base has been hastily set up, and there are some things in it that aren't very suitable for moving around, so ............"

Bloodclaw spread his hands and made a helpless expression, but his words were not finished:

"That's still ha, what about me, although I'm a warlock, but my little pet also needs some living people to feed, so, I'm very sorry, I'm afraid I still need ...... Well, "hunting" ten people a week............ It's not much, isn't it............"

"That's enough, in summary, you've made up your mind to fight for this place, right?"

Punk coldly interrupted Bloodclaw's words, he knew that what this guy said before that he didn't find his track might be true, after all, the hiding ability of the Hetezta magic box is amazing.

Because it is in a period of low-key development, Punk is also very reluctant to cause trouble, if this unknown "blood claw" is willing to live far away, Punk can barely accept an extra neighbor, but he actually caught the attention of the "prey" in the slums, which touches the bottom line of punk.

The number of hungry people in the slums is limited, and if too many people disappear at one time, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of the church, so even punk can only "take" about twenty people in a week, but now that a guy has appeared out of nowhere and wants to take half of the share as soon as he opens his mouth, punk will not give up his interests so unexplicably.

In fact, in this kind of battle for territory and resources, the final result is negotiation and then both sides make a compromise, after all, the identities of the two formal-level powerhouses are very disgraceful, and a big fight here will not only destroy all the "resources", but also directly attract the attention of the Dylan Kingdom, and reasonable people know the choice.

However, even if it is necessary to negotiate, it is necessary to divide the dominant power in the negotiation, because the strong side will inevitably be able to obtain more benefits in the negotiation and reduce unnecessary compromises.

In this kind of competition for dominance, the competition is nothing more than strength and ruthlessness, simply put, who is more afraid of death and who has a better chance of beating the other party to death wins.

In fact, Punk has no doubts about his dominance at all, because for him, even if he really fights and lures the Sword Master General - Vic, with the magic box and other hole cards on his body, he has the confidence to retreat with his whole body, but the shabby warlock on the opposite side only has two formal equipment, and the shabby warlock who has just reached level 11 is more than lucky.

This is due to the strength of strength, and the punk's fearlessness is really fearless, but the warlock on the opposite side is not necessarily so "fearless".

Therefore, Punk completely ignored this guy's words, and after making sure that the warlock in front of him had no companion, he made a decisive move.

In order to ensure that the movement was reduced as much as possible, it was Golem II who attacked, while Punk hid behind the Golem, and successively blessed Golem II with defensive spells such as "Advanced Swiftness", "Summoning Steel Armor", and "Deflecting Position".

At this time, Bloodclaw finally discovered that the black-clothed young man on the opposite side was really an out-and-out ruthless man, and this preemptive attack was actually telling himself, "It doesn't matter if I have the courage to fight the sky and the earth will fall apart, do you dare to fight"?

Bloodpaw had to admit - he really didn't dare.

Before coming to this slum, he didn't expect to meet a powerful spellcaster, let alone the other party was still the type to start fighting without saying a word, to be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the "little baby" of the blood claw couldn't move for a short time, he really wanted to admit defeat and forget it.

But it's too late to say anything now, at this time, in the face of the sharp attack of Golem Two, Bloodclaw knows that he must show enough strength to meet the next negotiations, otherwise the mage on the other side will simply give up the negotiation and choose to kill himself, although he is confident that he will not be killed by the punk, but if he really lures the Sword Saint Vic over, it will still be over.

So he had to shrug his shoulders helplessly, and then shot with all his strength without reservation.

I saw a lot of blood exuding terrifying energy fluctuations break out of the skin from the wrist of the blood claw, and then wrap it around his hand into a pair of blood-colored gloves, and after just a few tenths of a second, his hands became veritable "blood claws".

With these bloody wriggling claws, the blood claws gripped at Golem Two's fist.

"Bang!!"

A dull thud spread, and if the punk hadn't used a "silent field" to block out the sound in advance, this loud noise alone would have been enough to wake up the entire slum.

The figure of Bloodclaw and Golem Two were separated by a touch, and after this attack was over, he retreated to his maid and said with a wry smile:

"Okay, okay, you're a lot better than me, but I won't be so easy to solve in a real fight, even if I lose this time, I think we can start a happy negotiation."

Punk didn't answer the words of the blood claw, he frowned and looked at the almost shattered palm of Golem 2 seriously, and finally said to the bloody hand with a cold face:

"Good, good............ Let's negotiate!"