Chapter 144: Night Walking

Ered didn't say a word, and the scimitar was thrown at it in an instant! Only a squeak' scream was heard, and then there was no more sound. Erred gave Morey a look, immediately turned over and got out of the car, lowered his body and ran two steps to pick up the scimitar.

I saw the corpse of an ordinary mouse stuck in the tip of the knife.

Seeing that it was just an ordinary mouse, several people glanced at each other, and they all saw a self-deprecating wry smile in their eyes.

Erred returned to the cow's back, wiped the blood from the bend with the grass, and gently stroked the blade with a look of regret. The scimitar, which had been extremely sharp, had already made several obvious pits, one of which was particularly severe, and the long crack almost cut off the entire scimitar.

Although it hasn't been broken yet, it's obviously no longer usable.

The silver-horned rat is indeed terrifying, once this rat-like monster evolves into a silver horn, it can use an extremely sharp talent magic blade, and it is not at the same level as those black-horned rats that can only pounce.

Although Ered's scimitar was also excellent, it had already reached its limit after resisting a few times.

Morey sneaked a glance at the wound on the cow's ass - his magic missile was definitely capable of reaching the peak of the second order, but it only blew off a layer of skin. And the magic of the silver-horned rat can directly divide the horned ox.

The Black-Horned Rat could only be regarded as a low-level demonic beast, but the Silver-Horned Rat jumped up and directly crossed the fourth-order qualitative change, otherwise the terrifying destructive power could not be explained. Being able to break the flame shield may not prove anything, but the third-order magic power grid can't even block it, and it is torn apart in an instant.

You must know that the magic contained in the power grid is quite entangled, and even the pseudo-magic pattern has to be canceled out of some effects.

Erid sighed and put the scimitar back into the sac, and Ika consciously handed over a spare dagger. Eride looked at it and shook his head helplessly. "It's a pity, I borrowed Viola's scimitar and used it as a dagger, and I can't get used to it. ”

Morey asked suddenly. "What are you good at?"

"Of course it's a scimitar, it's really not good, and the short axe is okay!" Erred suddenly remembered that Morey had taken out a long sword out of thin air before, and his eyes couldn't help but light up. "Oh, you still have a lot of good stuff with you?"

"It just so happens that I usually like to collect these things, so I bought a few for self-defense. Morey chuckled dryly, rummaging through his magic pocket and finding a double-edged hatchet.

Ered's strength is indeed not covered, he can resist the fourth-order demonic beast head-on-even if it is only for a short time - but the orc warrior who is not experienced in a hundred battles doesn't even have to think about it! Especially the last blow of the charged sword, although the side effects are not small, the destructive power definitely exceeds the limit of the third-order!

Moreover, as an orc, Ered is very familiar with the prairie, so it can be said that as long as he is there, the safety factor is completely several levels.

Therefore, whatever you say, you must first ensure his combat effectiveness.

Look at this axe, the steel axe face, the blade pattern is very beautiful, and the axe handle is also made of steel, which is relatively heavy, but with the strength of the orc's arm, there is absolutely no problem. It's just a normal stainless steel weapon, but it's honestly pretty good.

It's not that Morey doesn't want to get him a scimitar, it's just that the orc's scimitar is not the same as the mainstream weapon.

The scimitar used by the orcs is not too sharp, but it is very stocky, and the blade has a special arc, which is perfect for slashing. The back of this knife is quite thick, and the handle is very long, in fact, it is almost the same as an axe, and it can be held with both hands.

Only such a scimitar can allow orcs to fully display their combat skills. There is also a not-so-sharp barb behind the tip of this scimitar, which can be described as a necessary weapon for fighting and hunting, and is very characteristic of the orc tribe.

Ordinary weapons are definitely not good, but even this well-made double-edged axe, Ered looked at it for a while. After hesitating for a long time, he nodded, barely making do.

"I said, Boente, are you hiding a lot of things? It's all now, if there's anything useful, take it out quickly," Ika looked a little unkind. "I think you can't only put two carts in your space, but there is still a place to hide your secrets?"

In the face of Ika's provocation, Morey quietly replenished the magic missile, shook his head slightly, and said nonsense. "The magic space is limited, and there is indeed not much space left to put the cart. I know you don't like the magician, but you should also know that it's time like this, do you want to have an internal fight?"

Seeing Morey's appearance made Ika a little embarrassed. "You"

"That's enough! If it weren't for the discovery of the young rats, we probably wouldn't have been in the cave now!" Ered swept his gaze, and a strong voice suddenly made Ika's voice stagnate, and he lowered his head and closed his mouth unwillingly.

If you were an orc, you would never be so polite to someone weaker than you, but Erid was born with such a personality. Seeing the miserable appearance of Ika's broken arm, he couldn't help but sigh and whispered to comfort him.

"Don't worry, when we find the treasure, we will all make a fortune. ”

The horned ox's back was very wide, and all three of them sat silently on the cow's back, guarding against sudden danger. The three laborers huddled in the car behind them, talking from time to time, probably comforting each other.

The group was so silent that the horned ox didn't know what was wrong, and walked slowly listlessly. From time to time, there was a desolate moo and two mooses, as if something important had been lost.

"Guys,"

Ika said suddenly. "Actually, I want to go to Warcry Village, so I will leave the expedition by myself and follow the other caravans back to Finn City. ”

"Huh, why?" said Erid, surprised.

"Hehe, why?" said Ika, laughing miserably as she lifted her severed arm. "It's not like you haven't seen that my bastard's right hand has been bitten off by a mouse!"

"But as long as we can"

"I can't hold a sword anymore! You know, I can't be a goddamn mercenary anymore. Ika interrupted Erid with a low growl, covering her forehead with her remaining left hand. "There's still such a long way to go! What do you want me to do, it's clear here who wants to plot against us! I only have one hand now, do I have to be sent to death?" ”

"We're alas!" Ered hesitated, but finally sighed.

"Okay, anyway, there will definitely be people who want to leave, and I can still take care of each other!" Ika said. "Erred, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have said so much nonsense without persuading me, and when I got to Warcry Village, I would leave.

"What I want to ask is, are you leaving?" Ika suddenly turned his head to look at Morey. "If you want to make money, you have to be hard enough, follow Pluto, today provoked a swarm of rats, and tomorrow I don't know what will happen. What do you say if someone provokes the dragon, and whoever goes there will not be a burp?"

Morey made a thoughtful look before shaking his head. "I'm still going to take a look, but I actually owe a lot of gold coins for magic research, and money is so important to me. ”

"Hehe, I didn't expect all magicians to be in debt, I thought they were rich!" Ika scoffed, but there was still a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Orcs are all single-minded, and Errid will definitely not choose to leave halfway, Ika has long known this.

I thought I could persuade Boente, but I didn't expect this magician to be so stubborn, it seems that he can't say it anymore - although this Boente is a magician, he does have two brushes in terms of strength.

Even if it can't be compared to an elite orc warrior like Ered, it will definitely be safer if Boente goes on the road with him. Although he didn't say it, seeing that Boente was reluctant to go, Ika still felt a little pity.