Section 27 The Cyclops King

"Whatever it takes me to do, they did it!" Paz hurriedly argued.

"Whoever gives me nonsense, don't bring it to him, put it on him again, don't let him know that his armor has been stripped off, it will be a great shame for him!" said the old mage anxiously.

"Yes, yes!" Paz didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly beckoned some spirits to rummage through the things, and soon found the hidden golden armor.

When they moved the armor over to take a look, the old evil was so hung that he died of laughter, this is called the armor? It's just like a woman's underwear, it's pitiful. The helmet is just like Sun Wukong's mantra in Journey to the West, and the whole thing is a circle of gold plates, which is inlaid with an earthy yellow magic gem. The breastplate on the front is a heart guard, but it is a foot in diameter, but when it comes to the burly body of the cyclops, what can this protect? The only relatively large piece is a battle dress, although it looks good, but the size is equal to a pair of underwear, and the rest is nothing. How can this be called a battle armor?

But people were happy to call it that, and the old evil couldn't help it, so he had to smile and help them put the armor on the cyclops king again. I have to say that this cyclops is heavy, if it weren't for the old evil himself, they wouldn't have been able to complete the heavy task of putting on clothes.

After putting on the armor of the Cyclops King, the old evil asked the other Cyclops to be untied and placed neatly. Only then did he pick up a bottle of potion given by Paz and feed it to the Cyclops King.

The special antidote naturally had a remarkable effect, and not long after feeding it, the Cyclops King woke up. The first time he opened his eye, he slammed his fist into the old evil.

The old evil person, although he didn't watch out, he couldn't be tricked casually. I saw that I blocked this punch fiercely. However, the old evil obviously underestimated the strength of the Cyclops King, this guy's punch has nearly 10,000 catties of strength, otherwise he wouldn't be able to throw hundreds of catties of stone balls hundreds of meters away.

Of course, this kind of strength is actually not enough to injure the body of Beamon, who was tempered by the secret method, but the problem is that the old evil's body is too light, only a few hundred catties, so after taking this blow, he had to be beaten backwards again and again by the impact, and every step back would make a deep footprint on the stone floor.

The old evil was suddenly furious, his eyes widened, and he was about to go up to teach the other party a lesson. Fortunately, at this time, the old mage stretched out his hand to stop him and persuaded, "He has just woken up and his mind is not clear, don't be like him!"

The old evil barely suppressed the anger. The old mage turned to the Cyclops King and said, "Hey, shouldn't you be sober, we are the ones who saved you!"

The Cyclops King looked at his surroundings at this time, and asked about the thick smell of blood in the air, and then he realized that he had hit the wrong person, and hurriedly said with a slight apology: "Sorry, I missed!"

But having said that, he still had a look of wariness on his face, and at the same time he fixed his eyes on Paz, and then immediately said angrily: "This guy is a damn slave trader!"

"Ahem!" the old mage coughed twice, and then said, "He is indeed a damned slave trader, so after capturing him this time, we turned him into a slave in order to punish him, and all his other accomplices were executed, presumably that should be enough, right?"

"Really?" said the Cyclops King suspiciously.

"Look!" said the old mage, reaching over Paz so that the Cyclops King could see the mark of slavery on Path's forehead.

Seeing this, the Cyclops King nodded in his belief, and then he bowed to the old mage and said, "Thank you for saving me, I am the Cyclops King Shasra!"

"My name is Steven!" said the old mage. At the same time, he put on a high-ranking appearance, and he wanted to vomit when he saw the old evil.

But the cyclops king Shasra didn't see it that way, and when he heard the old mage's name, he was immediately taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Could it be that you are Master Steven, the lightning law saint who is the head of the five magic saints of the griffin kingdom?"

"Hehe, yes, it's me!" the old mage nodded and smiled.

"Disrespectful, disrespectful!" Shasra immediately put on a look of awe, and then said cautiously, "Dear Master Stephen, I wonder if you can save my people first?"

"Of course, but it's better for you to do it yourself, I'm afraid they will wake up ~ " The old mage said with some tears and laughter.

"Understood, understood!" Shasra, the Cyclops King, nodded hurriedly, "Please give me the antidote, and I'll feed it to them myself!"

"Good!" the old mage then motioned for the old evil to give him the potion.

The old evil was naturally too lazy to see Shasla in general, so he handed over the potion casually. Then Shasla got busy, but fortunately, the amount of medicine was enough, and there was not much time, and all thirty-six cyclops came to their senses. Shasra explained to them what had happened and told them the identity of the old mage, which calmed everyone's hearts.

Afterwards, the old mage invited them to dinner together, and not only gave them the elaborate barbecue of the spirits, but also generously brought out ten barrels of fine wine to them. Soon, the Cyclops, who had been hungry for days, were in a frenzy of eating and drinking.

You know, they don't have such good barbecue and wine, and they usually eat the barbecue sent by the wolf clan attached to them, not to mention half-cooked, and the amount is not very sufficient. Nowadays, not only the meat is grilled well, but also the spices are mixed in with it, the taste is naturally extraordinary, and with the help of fine wine, everyone is very excited to drink it.

The Cyclops King was specially invited to the old mage and the old evil, and the three of them sat around a fire, eating and drinking, and chatting. As they talked, they talked about the Cyclops' plans for the future.

The old mage asked, "Shasra, you're so far from home, I'm afraid you don't know the way, do you?"

"Yes Master, we don't know the way, but I don't think it's going to bother you, right?" a hint of cunning flashed in Shasra's one-eye, and it was clear that he wanted the old mage to send them back.

The old mage couldn't help but curse a cunning sentence, but he still said with a smile on his face, "Actually, although it is difficult to send you back, I do have this ability, but I think that it is better for you to enjoy happiness here than to go back and suffer!"

"Oh, what does that mean?" said Shasla curiously.

"Hehe!" the old mage glanced at the old evil, and then smiled: "I still ask my little Stephen to tell you about this!"

The old evil was not polite, and said directly: "That's the case, I plan to build a base here, if you are willing to stay and follow me, I can provide you with the best everything, food, wine, equipment, everything is provided by me, and you are satisfied!"

Hearing this, the Cyclops King did not mean to be surprised, but showed a trace of anger, he said coldly: "We cyclops are the children of the god of war, we only fear the invincible heroes, and will not become other people's lackeys because of just food, if you want us to follow, then there is only one way, that is-defeat us!"

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