Ronald took a light breath, becoming more cautious. He slowly moved a few steps around the beast, his eyes flashing with burning and confidence.

The hot blood in the eyes of the demon lizard continued to flow into its own mouth, and the bitter salty taste made it feel even more violent after being blessed with bloodthirsty thaumaturgy. The tail with the short spike flicked a few times, and the lizard once again lowered its head and charged away.

簌簌簌.

The meadows in the forest are brought out of the stumps and leaves.

This time, Ronald didn't choose to dodge, he grabbed his weapon, strode forward, and swung his sword at the sharp horn on the lizard's head! Ronald's sword was enough to cut through the hard granite!

Syllable!

The wind pressure lifted Ronald's forehead bangs slightly.

Under the blow, Ronald's figure resolutely stood still, standing firmly in place. But the corners of Ronald's mouth twitched a few times, and there was a sharp tender pain from the tiger's mouth, and the ice sword also snapped.

And the head of the demon lizard, under the confrontation of such a strong force, unconsciously raised high and trembled slightly. The blood in the eye sockets scattered and splattered on the trunks of the surrounding trees at the same moment, revealing red spots.

And at the moment when the demon lizard was shocked to raise its head high, revealing the white piece of its neck, Ronald jumped up with the broken sword in his hand and stabbed hard. The soft skin, which has lost the protection of the periosteum, instantly reveals a bright red. Diving deep into the sword, Ronald immediately slashed deep down its neck, then kicked his legs and jumped into the distance.

Not!

The lizard let out another low roar, and its limbs and tail writhed even more wildly. The cool touch of the neck reminds it that the god of death is waiting to harvest its soul. With its last lucidity, the lizard aimed at its foe and shot its tongue away.

Syllable!

Its tongue is just a large piece of bark sticking to it. As its eyes drifted away, the lizard finally rolled a few times, and then collapsed in place on all fours.

Ronald saw that the ground was dripping with blood, and there were internal organs thrown out by it as it rolled, and it was clear that it was no longer alive. The ice sword at the neck was also turned into half of the hilt by the demon lizard's blood.

Ronald walked briskly forward, picked up the steel sword, and gave it another look.

The mage's voice of praise floated over: "Well done!"

"Hah!" Ronald shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the lizard's toe: "Cut it off?" Before the mage stepped forward, Ronald raised his eyebrows again, looking a little excited: "Hey, look!" He pointed to the lizard's chin again: "There is actually a magic crystal." He was pleasantly surprised by this unexpected discovery, and after spending more than half a year in Snow Bear Valley, he knew that the probability of these magical beasts being able to condense magic crystals was not very large, and it was only about one in ten.

Taking Ronald's expression into his eyes, the mage just smiled slightly: "Just cut off the base of your toe." ”

Ronald nodded, and with a few swords, he cut off the four toes of the lizard.

The mage pulled out a large bottle from his spatial ring, filled with a cloudy liquid, and motioned for Ronald to put the severed twelve toes into the large bottle.

The moment he uncorked the bottle, Ronald's nose couldn't help twitching a few times, and he muttered softly: "It stinks!"

The mage corked the bottle and smiled with a smile on his face: "The scale armor of the demon lizard can actually be used to make leather armor, but I can't peel it. ”

Ronald immediately volunteered: "I've been in Snow Bear Valley for more than half a year, and I can't do anything else, but I still know a little bit about skinning." With that, he took a dagger from his ring and began to expertly handle the lizard's jagged skin. In less than an hour, a whole sheet of scale armor was peeled off by Ronald.

The mage looked at all this with a smile: "Ronald, you better pin the dagger to your waist." ”

Ronald, who was busy, tilted his head: "Why?"

"One more means of attack when fighting. ”

"Okay. Ronald said, ripping off the blood-colored crystal from the lizard's chin and placing it in the mage's hand. Then he pointed to the bloody scale skin: "What should I do with the scale skin?

"Wait. The mage lowered his head and probed his consciousness into his spatial ring, and after searching for a while, he took out a medicine bottle: "Fortunately, this thing is still there." Come, spread the scaly bark upside down. ”

Ronald nodded, shook it hard, and spread the scaly skin backwards on the ground. The mage uncorked the bottle and carefully sprinkled the white powder evenly on the lizard's skin.

Ronald tilted his head and looked at all this curiously--- the original blood-drenched inner skin suddenly emitted a slight scorching smell the moment it came into contact with the powder, and a faint trace of green smoke came out at the same time.

Snort.

The inner skin quickly wrinkled dry, and the blood turned into a black stain.

"Desiccant. After the mage patiently dealt with it, he explained lightly: "You can quickly dry the animal skins. As he spoke, he rolled up the skin of the demon lizard and put it into his spatial ring: "It is estimated that it can be sold for one or two thousand gold coins." ”

Looking at the sky, the mage suggested, "Let's get here today." ”

"Okay. Ronald walked briskly forward: "I'll go see if there's a suitable place nearby." ”

After another four days, they arrived at the Pygmy village of their memory.

But as he approached the wooden fence, Ronald had a vague sense that something was wrong. He took a step forward, holding the mage behind him, then turned his head and motioned to the mage to be careful.

The mage nodded, a hint of seriousness on his face.

Outside the village, poppies are blooming enchantingly, but beside the rice fence around the village, there are several dried human adventurers' corpses. The dry-brown skeleton hung lightly from the tall wooden shelves next to the fence, swaying slightly in the breeze.

Looking at the corpses, Ronald couldn't help but frown. He remembered that these diminutive pygmies seemed to have a very docile surname, and he remembered very well the way the old man patiently counted the money when Bruno bought the powder.

How could such an abnormal thing be done?

"Say, are those people angry with the elders of this village?" he asked in a low voice, a hint of worry on his face.

The mage shook his head, "I don't know. ”

Ronald offered his own advice: "Then I'll go and see the situation first?"

After thinking for a while, the mage nodded in agreement: "Don't be careless, be careful." ”

After making a "yes" gesture, Ronald checked his weapon, and then he walked lightly towards the distant village. As soon as he stepped into the watchtower guard's line of sight, he realized that something was getting more and more wrong. His eyes were cold, and he quickly jumped to the side with his body.

Sou!

A crudely made arrow landed where he had been.

He squinted, turning his gaze to the two guards on the wooden watchtower ahead--- their black eyes had turned red, their thick lips slightly open defiantly, revealing their blackened teeth, and their mouths spoke Pygmy tribal language that he didn't understand.

Seeing the arrow, the mage, who had already prepared, also quickly approached Ronald's side.

"What to do? Those guys seem to be very hostile to us, and they don't even want us to get close. Ronald tilted his head towards the mage: "Are you still going to buy poppy powder?"

The mage didn't want to make more trouble, so he shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, let's get out of here first and go to that snowy mountain." ”

"What about Bruta's research, doesn't it mean that there is no inventory?" Ronald was still a little reluctant: "Why don't we wait until the evening to steal some?"

"I've heard that poppy powder is used to develop healing agents, and after the last accidental explosion test, Bruno now plans to study explosives first, and he won't need them for the time being. The mage explained softly, "Besides, poppy powder is not the only one that sells poppy here, but there is also a black market in Fort Orleans, but the price will be a little more expensive. ”

Ronald suddenly reached out and pulled the mage's body back. Christine frowned and stared straight at the three arrows on the ground.

Ronald also lowered his head and looked at those arrows, and couldn't help but feel a little indignant in his heart, and his tone became cold: "Huh!

Hearing footsteps and a few muffled words in the distance, the mage lifted the short wooden staff with a wry smile on his face: "Trouble, it seems that those pygmies are not willing to let us go." ”

Ronald quickly looked up, and he saw that the wooden door in front of him suddenly opened, followed by about twenty black-skinned dwarfs. Their eyes were red and menacing, and the warriors were holding various weapons in their hands, and they rushed towards them with small short steps.

Qiang.

The steel sword was drawn out by him, with an indifferent killing intent on his face.

A pygmite armed with a blowgun suddenly brings his mouth closer to the blowpipe when he is five meters away from Ronald.

Sou!

The tiny blow pin, glowing dark green, shot straight at Ronald's neck.

"Be careful! It could be poisonous!"

No sooner had the mage's reminder sounded, and Ronald had already deftly dodged the swift and silent blow needle. At the same time, Ronald, who was rushing forward, waved his hands, and the steel sword was glowing with crystals, smearing a blue half-moon in the hot sun.

The needle blower who rushed to the front was instantly decapitated by the half moon swept out by Ronald and fell to the ground with a crimson rain of blood.

A few pygmies were whispered, and they shouted angrily.

Seeing that his companion was killed, a pygmy carrying a similar triangular kitchen knife strode forward with a swift momentum, and unexpectedly jumped extremely high. Flying high enough to be almost as tall as Ronald, the pygmite's triangular kitchen knife was raised high, ready to slash down on the enemy's face. But before he could lower his raised arm, his whole body was smashed upside down by the magic arrows that shot out of the short wooden staff.

Bang!

Ronald immediately took a step back, avoiding the brilliant blood mist in midair.

The pygmy warriors below were drenched red by the blood mist formed by their companions, and their black skin was stained with bright red blood, which looked colorful and weird.

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