Chapter 197: Who Are You? (I)

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It seems that there is still time.

He continued to use the dagger to cut the remaining cobwebs on the other party's body, little by little, and I don't know if one thing that should be thankful is that the clothes on the woman's body are still alive, at least to avoid some unnecessary embarrassment.

The man wore a beige linen cape full of holes, and a torn black turtleneck dress underneath. A long diagonal scratch was cut on the chest and abdomen of the dress, and blood seeped out of the trace. The hem of the dress is knee-length, with a circle of fine tassels, and a pair of pink calves with burns loom under the tassels.

The woman's long hair, which had been twisted and curled under the high temperature, was a beautiful dark blonde, but the roots of the long hair were light brown, and it was obvious that this dark blonde should have been dyed the day after tomorrow.

"Heh, it's pretty good-looking. Barrett couldn't help but nod inwardly.

But this is not the time to think about this, judging from the bleeding damage, the other party's chest and abdomen are obviously not lightly injured. Although the wound here did not bleed heavily because of the tight wrapping of the net chrysalis, if she were to be transported out of the crater, there would inevitably be a slight bump along the way, and it was difficult to say whether the wound would burst out again and bleed at that time.

That's when you need to cut the other person's dress open – and do a much-needed bandage.

It wasn't a safe place, so Barrett didn't hesitate. He is not one of those young and ignorant junior brothers, nor is he some decent person who can be indecisive. The dagger in his hand spun rapidly, cutting the woman's dress through the wound, revealing a patch of snow-white skin hidden underneath......

and, two halves of a small and delicate semicircle with an alluring sheen.

The old driver's gaze subconsciously stayed on it for two breaths, "You know, this is all a last resort, don't blame me." ”

Barrett took out a roll of cotton and linen bandages from the spatial ring and carefully bandaged the woman's wound.

"Uh-huh...... the woman's brows tightened, and she let out an unconscious moan of pain. However, she didn't really come to her senses because of this.

Fortunately!

The barbarian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Truth be told, if she had woken up now and found that the strange man was "putting his hands on her" and then starting to scream in horror, Barrett really didn't know how to explain it.

Because she probably won't listen at all.

After spending some time and simply dealing with the unnamed woman's injuries, Barrett has not forgotten the true purpose of her adventure.

He gently moved the woman to the rock wall, then got up and walked towards the lava pool. The red-hot magma radiated unimaginable heat, and the fire elemental energy spread wildly, preventing Barrett from approaching. He had no choice but to head to the magma stream next to the pool, ready to use an alchemy-fortified bottle to fill some viscous and scorching magma.

But even extremely small magma streams are not easily accessible by the palms of ordinary human hands. Barrett had to think of other ways to do it.

He turned and looked around, finally fixing his gaze on the emberweb spider corpses that littered the ground.

'A corpse is always useful, sometimes even more valuable than being alive', is common knowledge among adventurers. Barrett walked over to the nearest ember-web spider and reached out to touch the spider's forelimbs.

The tips of the slender and sharp forelimbs still had a glimmer of flame flashing from time to time, but the temperature at the end of the hand was only slightly hot. Barrett held his right hand in the air, the bronze ring on his knuckles chirped slightly, and the resonant tomahawk not far away flew out from the corpse of a certain emberweb spider, spiraling death along the way, and came to a steady stop in the hands of the brute.

"Bell" two axes, and the two spider forelimbs were unloaded in response.

The brute clamps the container with the spider's forelimbs and sends it into the lava stream. After several attempts, losing two alchemical containers, Barrett finally managed to obtain the third item, the magma of Ngorongoro Volcano.

He tolled the lava container into the Spatial Ring along with the spider's forelimbs, and set out to clean up the battlefield.

The most important thing was the large piece of flame melt core, which Barrett rummaged through for a long time and finally found it in the mouth of an ember web spider. This thing is quite valuable, and it can greatly make up for the losses Barrett has suffered before.

Happily collecting the flame melt into the spatial ring, Barrett began to sort through the spider corpses scattered on the ground. He cut off the forelimbs of all the Ember Web Spiders by the roots, and the sharp forelimbs were handy in size and weight, and could be used as a short javelin with fire properties, or sold as a magic material to weapons stores or grocery stores.

Immediately after, he habitually packed in two spider corpses that were still in good shape (at least the spider's belly did not burst), and now in his spatial ring, there are a lot of corpses of various monsters alone, such as steam demon bats, manticores, fire ants, and ember web spiders, which add up to a lot of income.

In addition to the spider corpses on the ground, there are four web chrysalis that have not yet been cut, and one of them has even been wriggling, and its vitality seems to be extremely tenacious.

Barrett walked towards the nearest web chrysalis and used the resonant tomahawk in his hand to cut through a small piece of cobweb. Beneath the web is a dark red, metallic chitin carapace, which appears to be a lava-jet beetle.

The barbarians hadn't encountered these monsters that lived in the volcano before, so they didn't know much about them, and they didn't know which part of their body was the most valuable. He simply referred to the ember web spider and put the beetle that was still in the state of web chrysalis into the space ring.

After taking the beetle in, Barrett suddenly felt that his vision was blurry, and there was a wave of exhaustion and weakness in his spirit.

"Damn, what's wrong with me?" the brute knelt on his knees, closed his eyes and gasped for a long time, and his eyes gradually returned to normal, but the mental weakness still did not disappear.

Only then did he remember that when Old Master Will gave him this space ring, he had specifically told him that every time he used the space ring, he would consume a certain amount of spiritual power, and the larger the items in the space ring, the greater the spiritual power consumption.

In the previous battles, he used the space ring a lot of times, and the monster corpses he loaded were also very large, and the current situation seemed to be caused by the depletion of mental power.

"Forget it, it's been a good harvest, it's time to get out of here. Barrett cautioned herself against being too greedy.

After that, he ignored the remaining net chrysalis (mainly for fear of being greedy again after reading them), got up and came to the rock wall, hugged the nameless woman who was still in a coma with both hands, turned back to the corridor, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

The demonic rope still hung dutifully at the entrance of the cave, and the end of the rope was still poking towards Barrett, as if to say hello.

Because of its weight, the Demonic Rope could only carry one person at a time, so Barrett first tied the nameless woman with a rope and let the Demonized Rope send her out of the hole.

Immediately afterwards, the demonic rope fell back obediently and automatically wrapped around the barbarian's waist.

Barrett didn't let the Demon Rope send him up, because it was a bit slow. His muscles tensed as he climbed the rope as he reached the entrance of the cave.

But at this moment, a weak female voice suddenly came from the entrance of the cave, "Say, who are you?"

Barrett looked up in amazement, and found that the woman he had rescued earlier was holding a dark gold dagger, and the blade of the dagger was resting at the end of the demonic rope, as if with a little force, he could only fall.

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