The place of the transaction was provided by the auction, and since the middle-aged man had completed the transaction, after saying hello to Locke, he directly pushed the door and left.

Locke didn't rush to leave the room, but took out one of the Lanling grasses and handed it to Bi Li, "Thank you for all this help to me!" Locke looked at Bi Li with burning eyes.

Whether it is the long sword that Locke is using now, or the cold iron armor and Lanling grass that he can buy today, in the final analysis, without Bi Li, there will definitely be none of this, no matter who has been good to him all these years, Locke has remembered it in his heart.

"There are no members of our family who practice Dou Qi, and if you give me this Lanling Grass, I will be useless. Bili laughed.

"Then you can sell it for money. Locke savagely stuffed the wooden box containing Lanling grass into Bi Li's hand.

He didn't believe that a family as big as the Bili family would have no one who practiced Douqi.

Seeing Locke so formal, Bi Li hesitated for a moment before clenching the wooden box in her hand and said, "Okay, then I'll exchange it for money, but we have to be half of each other!"

When Locke heard this, he nodded speechlessly.

The auction has ended, and Locke has also got what he wants, there is no point in staying here any longer, and being underground for a long time, a knight with a strong physique like Locke feels nothing, but Bi Li's face is already a little pale.

It's not because of any injuries, it's just a lack of light, a weak magician, strong, and not as good as a knight of the same level in terms of adaptability to the environment.

After the trade fair, Locke went straight home, not anywhere else.

In the afternoon, until late in the evening, Angelina returned home.

"Intermediate magic apprentice?" Locke looked at Angelina in front of him in surprise.

"Yes, Master Babrina has prepared me for this. Angelina's eyes were a little afraid to look at Locke.

The ancestor of Babrina, who is Angelina's uncle, the stern old lady in Locke's eyes, has met twice in the wizard branch of the Imperial Academy.

A powerhouse at the level of an official magician, and the first official magician that Locke has known up close so far.

Since that master has prepared Angelina, Angelina's promotion to a mid-level apprentice is a sure thing.

A mid-level apprentice under the age of 20 has the potential to prove that she can be promoted to a high-level apprentice in the future, and as a result, Angelina can go to the Holy Tower that she has always longed for.

"When?" asked Locke in a deep voice.

"Two months later. Angelina gave an accurate date, her ancestor had already promoted the low-level apprentice, all the materials needed were prepared, and all the auxiliary potions had very few side effects, Angelina's promotion this time was beneficial and harmless.

"I see. Locke replied.

He already had a premonition that Angelina would be separated from him for a long time after becoming a mid-level apprentice, and as for when they would meet again, Locke didn't ask, and Angelina didn't say.

On the second day, Locke, who had just returned from the Little Grassland for less than a week, set out again on the journey to complete the trial mission.

In the mountainous stone forests of the eastern province of Zeko, in the outer corners, there are startled birds everywhere.

"Munich Giant?" Locke covered the wound on his arm, held his long sword, and stepped forward to mend a black two-meter-long giant bird monster with a strange flat head.

The sword slashed through the head of the Munich giant until its neck was slashed, and the beast did not move again, it seemed to be dead.

At this time, Locke was injured in more than half of his body, with abrasions and scratches everywhere, and the wound on his arm was the deepest, close to a gap of four centimeters, and the bones inside Locke's arm could already be seen.

The Munich giant's counterattack before his death, this cold iron armor did not stop it. Locke's inner armor only protects Locke's body, and his limbs are not within the scope of protection.

"After all, it's a 1200 gold moore bounty of Warcraft, ahem, it's a bit powerful. Locke clutched his arm and coughed up two drops of blood.

The strength of this Munich giant is also at the top of the intermediate level of Warcraft, it is the kind of powerful Warcraft that may break through to the level of high-level Warcraft, and in the mission hall, few knights will choose to take this task.

It's a high-level knight, and under normal circumstances, I hate to meet this kind of magical beast that can fly and has good strength.

And Locke, with a mere middle-level attendant, came to kill this demonic beast for nothing more than to improve himself.

If this arm can't be rescued by a magician of the light, water, or plant system in time, it is very likely to have great sequelae, even if it is directly abolished, it is also possible.

A wooden box was pulled out of the spatial ring, and the lid was opened, revealing five small blood-red particles.

Although it is only the size of a grain of rice, it exudes an extremely thick blood gas around it, which is not much worse than the smell of blood emitted by the Munich giant who has just died.

This is the blood essence, which is divided into blood essences weighing one gram by Locke.

Taking out one of them and swallowing it directly, Locke immediately covered the box, and if it was exposed to the air for too long, the effect of the blood essence would be reduced a lot.

This kind of blood essence used for ordinary middle-level knights to break through is also surprisingly effective in terms of recovering wounds, not long after Locke swallowed the blood essence, his whole body was already flushed, and the hematopoietic mechanism in the spinal cord seemed to have increased several times in an instant.

Countless blood, rolling in, flowed out from Locke's wounds, but soon, the blood slowly turned into a bloody scab and coagulated.

Locke, who was seriously injured just now, has scabbed most of the wounds on his body in a short period of time.

The most serious injury on his arm was caused by a desperate peck by the brute in order to drag the Munich giant who wanted to escape.

The four-centimeter-deep wound, with the help of blood essence, was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after only a few minutes, Locke was able to simply stretch his arm.

Locke, who had recovered a little bit, didn't stay in this place for long, the movement of their battle, the smell of blood emitted by the death of the Munich giant, and the powerful qi and blood produced by the blood essence all provoked the powerful demonic beasts that might exist nearby.

Hurriedly packing up the loot, Locke took out the map in the spatial ring.

"Next stop, the brathorn fish of Bana Falls?" muttered Locke.

Wearing a hood, covering his figure, and also blocking the bursts of blood that Locke exuded from his body at this time, Locke ran towards the stone forest, where there was the carriage where he stopped.

During the run, Locke could clearly feel that the blood qi tumbling in his body, and the slowly rising Douqi whirlpool, the power of the blood essence was being exerted. ()

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