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Lezatos left the library in a happy mood and returned to his beloved jewel bed, waiting to hear the report.

Vlamir took a piece of paper and read: "The half-plane losses are as follows, the dimensional trap is 75% damaged, the land collapses by 3%, due to the necrosis of crops in the plains caused by low temperatures, basically there is no harvest this season, in order to maintain the flame cage of the gods, it is necessary to use one-third of the conventional energy supply of the half-plane......"

"Stop, stop, stop. Lezatos had a headache and grabbed the gold coin and threw it over. "I just crawled out of the pile of old papers, not to listen to your funeral, to talk about the harvest. ”

The Demon Eye Supervisor took out the gold coin in his mouth helplessly, and turned the paper over: "Except for the things that are corrupted due to the astral boundary and the unequal time flow of the half-plane, there are a total of 32 enchanted weapons and equipment, 5 magical strange things, dozens of valuable materials, half a ton of divine rock, but unfortunately there is only one piece containing immortal blood......"

"Where's the vault?"

"It's opened, the collection of ordinary high-priced mage specifications, scrolls, and staffs are nothing out of the ordinary, and they have been filled in the store. But there is a strange thing that is very rare, and the owner should be able to use it. Vlamir took the pendant in the shape of a drop from his mouth and handed it to the golden dragon.

After observing for a moment, Lesatos activated the strange object, and the purple light dust condensed out of thin air, forming a translucent hexagonal portal 1 Sami square.

"[Akong Demon Window]?" Lesathoth was shocked, this is the racial ability of the Sarene spirit, which has never been passed on, let alone made into a strange thing.

The Salon Spirits are a well-known race in the Toriel universe, and are extremely high demons. They looked like a mass of black gum weighing up to 2 tons, with a magical glow on their surface. Three skulls with large mouths protruding from the gummy body, with no organs except the mouth and nostrils, and a piece of smooth skin. There are 9 arms, each with one eye in each palm. This neutral race has a long history, dating back to the dawn of Chaos.

Each Salon spirit can display the [Subkong Magic Window] at will, and can fight, cast spells, and observe through the magic window, in short, he can hit the enemy, and the enemy can't hit him.

Lezatos threw a ball of [Light Dance] at the swirling purple window, and the ball of light entered the window and appeared above Vlamir's head, landing on the Eye.

"A very clever imitation, basically reproducing the abilities of the Saron spirit. However, it is still flawed, as the Saron Spirit can summon three Window at the same time, and can move. This one only has the ability to observe and sneak attack, and the enemy will stay away. Can be used 2 times a day for 3 minutes each time. What's the origin of this mage?"

"I surmised from the notes he left behind that it was a half-human, half-Salon spirit, so he was able to make a zuò sub-empty pendant. But he's a half-breed ......"

The Saron Spirits cannot transform into themselves, and other races cannot transform into Saron Spirits, so in order to give birth to a hybrid, the Humanoid must be mated to the Human, and the colloidal body of the three heads......

[[[cp|:4oo|h:5o2|a:L|u:c.{0,10}o.{0,10}]]] The master and servant shivered at the same time, it was too heavy.

The housekeeper who understood the dragon's intentions immediately changed the subject: "Master, it's been nearly a month, and our magic shop hasn't officially opened yet, and we will give out a batch of weapons on credit first, which is not good." ”

"The defensive battle should be coming to an end, you go and finalize the details of the transaction today, and bring a batch of weapons with you by the way.

Vlamir was in a hurry: "Why are you still selling weapons? If we really feed the army, the human race will be afraid, and the elves' demand for us will be greatly reduced, and the glow-in-the-dark stone will not be available, and the plan of the mage tower will not be shelved." ”

"Do you think that if the human race loses this battle, it will be cowardly, wrong, don't say defeated, even if it is completely annihilated, the supporters behind the Earbreaker Guild will promote a larger-scale invasion. Nearly 8o years after the trade with Tiya was cut off, the merchant groups of the human forces in the southeast were as hungry and thirsty as the pretty widows in the prime of life, and the new points of interest would not retreat because of bloodshed, and the lives of those cannon fodder were worthless. ”

"What is the new interest?"

Lesatos said in a deep voice: "Of course it's ......"

"Unicorn!" the slave catcher who had half of his teeth knocked out laughed maniacally, "I have seen that my brother was trampled to death by a white-skinned beast, I have information, why should I sue you." ”

Somewhere in a camp on the outskirts of the forest, the interrogator clenched his fist and rattled, "You'll know the reason when I knock your teeth off." ”

"Come on, bastard, who's afraid. The slave catcher spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, "There are no bad seeds mixed in the forest, my brothers are all dead, and I am the only one left, if I can't even save the information I got in exchange for my life, am I still a fucking man!"

"You're looking for death!" he said, swinging his fist, but was pinched by a large, strong rough hand.

"Mott, back off. Mott, the interrogator, respectfully stepped aside, and an old face crisscrossed the ravines appeared in front of the slave catcher, and the watery light brown skin knew at a glance that he was a man who had been begging for a living in the rainforest for many years. The old man had a pipe in his mouth, and his head was rotten and short, and he looked like a muddy leg in the field, but those creepy eyes, like two icicles, pierced directly into his brain.

The slave catcher was stared at for a few minutes with a sharp gaze, and cold sweat began to flow out. He told himself that he was not afraid, that he could not be afraid.

The old man suddenly spat and his eyes circled the man's face, and he was so frightened that he overreacted and screamed.

In the laughter, he felt that his enthusiasm and hardness were half less.

The old man spoke, and his voice was still soft: "What's your name?"

"Thorn, thorn fox, the name I gave myself. ”

"Okay Mr. Thorn Fox, do you know who I am. ”

"Know, you're a pike. The Earbreaker's most powerful slave hunter, after decades of going in and out of the forest, everyone who wanted you to die is dead, and you're still alive. But...... I'm not afraid of you. ”

"Have the courage to tell me how your brother died. ”

"I ......" Thorn Fox originally wanted to grit his teeth and say kill Uncle Ben, you don't want to think about unicorns. But the conversation turned to his brother......

"We were lying in ambush in the bushes, and the sentry Larry was suddenly shot dead, and then ...... Then the white-haired brute rushed out, and Gehr shouted for me to run, but before I could finish speaking, I was stabbed through the sharp horns, and little Mani, who was trampled on the head by his hooves...... Woohoo......"

The thorn fox lost a little confidence every time he said a word, and then he completely collapsed, crying and whimpering.

The old dogfish's face didn't change at all, and he interrupted: "Let's make a price, how much." ”

"What?" the thorn fox didn't react.

"Don't you want to sell it to the Earbreaker Guild if you keep the information, it's the same to sell it to me, make a price. ”

The topic changed too quickly, and the thorny fox who was asked by the nose didn't know which point to guard against. "Two hundred...... No, three hundred razor coins. ”

"Here you go. "The dogfish threw away a bag of gold coins, and the bright wealth made the thorn fox unbelievable, so easy?

"You can take the money and start a small business from now on, and forget about the one in the forest. Whether it's Larry, Gehr, or Little Mani, they don't have anything to do with you anymore, and you don't have to worry about how to get revenge, because those dead people have nothing to do with you in the future. ”

The stinging fox was dumbfounded and speechless.

"You think about it, I'll wait by the side. The dogfish stepped aside, and Mott immediately moved his chair and filled the old man with tobacco leaves.

The thorn fox held the gold coin, and the struggle on his face could be seen even by a child. For half an hour, the bandits under Dogfish were impatient, but no one dared to go up and disturb the old man who was smoking.

"Smack. Thorn Fox threw the gold coins to the old man, knelt down and said, "Boss Dogfish, if I exchange my brother's life for these gold coins, I won't want to sleep well for the rest of my life." You are the best hunter in the Southeast Alliance, as long as you are willing to take me, let me kill that beast to take revenge, not to mention intelligence, my life can be given to you. ”

The old dogfish took a sip of cigarette and spit out faintly: "I still lack a tent to carry here." ”

"Okay, as long as I get revenge, I can eat!"

"You go first, we'll talk about the information separately in the evening. ”

The thorn fox walked away happily. Mott's face was full of admiration: "Old man, you are so powerful." Three or five sentences not only get information for free, but even people are abducted to work as coolies. How do you know he's going to do that?"

"Huh. The dogfish snuffed out the pipe and said flatly: "The reason why a strong person is strong is that there is faith in his heart, and his belief is brotherhood, which is easy to deal with if he sees through it." ”

"What if the kid chooses the money and leaves?"

"It shows that his hardness is only a temporary appearance, his heart is fragile, you can use your fist to knock out the other half of his teeth, and the money and intelligence are still mine. ”

Mott left satisfied, feeling that he had learned a lot.

The old man turned his head to look at the sky of Tia's Forest, silent. Dogfish was first called his grandfather's title when he was thirteen years old and worked as a handyman in the slave catcher. Forty years have passed, and everyone calls him Dogfish in awe, but the original name has been forgotten. As the longest-living slave catcher, the elves he has passed through have been in the triple digits.

The Tiya Forest was his life, his battlefield. As the years erode and the twilight wore out the ambition, the simple slave hunting could no longer find the pleasure, until the rumors of the unicorn resounded in the forest, and the dogfish felt that there was a purpose in life.

This is the third time he has entered the jungle in half a month, and he wants a live unicorn to end his career as a hunter.