The other minotaurs' eyes were moist at the same time, and they could feel Jamiedo's emotions at the moment, and opened their mouths slightly, silently repeating their thanks.

The Baroque body twisted the cage with magic, put the silver liquid into the storage space, and walked towards Ryan in a good mood.

Ryan took back the magic bottle, took out another new bottle, and asked in a low voice, "Tong, do you think there is another way for Jamiedo's eyes without using a prosthetic eye?"

Sékira is good at healing, can he help in Jamido's case? ”

Mechanical eyeballs and their own eyeballs have their own advantages and disadvantages, and the Divine Teardrop can cleanse the wound, but it cannot cause him to grow eyeballs again, unless it is a higher level of light magic, or natural life magic.

Although Ryan can learn Isidore's healing technique, Jamiedo's condition is too bad for his healing technique to be effective. If Baroque doesn't dig up the necromantic alchemy puppet, Ryan will fall down the Divine Teardrops, and Jamie will die in pain during the purification.

System: "The best way to do this is to bring him back to Oran and receive a magical treatment from Sekira with the eaux-de-vie, after a while he will be able to grow new eyeballs and get back to normal after a while of getting used to it." ”

"That's good, I'll get back to you later."

Ryan uncorked the bottle and looked down at Jamiedo, "This is the water of life, it can heal your wounds. ”

With that, Ryan tilted the bottle again, his hand close to Jamiedo's eyes, and poured the right amount of water of life in and around his eye sockets.

Jamie's eyes widened to allow the wound to better access the turquoise water.

The nourishing power of the water of life is excellent, and the carrion is purified by the sacred teardrops, and the water of life causes the bones and wounds on Jamiedo's face to grow like young shoots that have broken through the ground and quickly grow new flesh.

The divine light gold alternated with a turquoise glow, which not only cleared Jemido's undead aura, but also healed his flesh and some dark wounds.

The paralyzing toxins disappeared from the action of the teardrops and the eaux-de-vie, and when the eaux-de-vie were completely absorbed, the area around his injured eye was completely healed, but the sockets were somewhat empty.

Jamie touched his eyes with his hand, then wiped the tears from his face, got up and knelt down on one knee facing Ryan, bowed his head in the most respectful courtesy among the minotaurs, and said to Ryan in the unskilled continental language: "Thank you very much for your help, respected and friendly mysterious merchant, if you need to use me in the future, even if it costs my life, I will definitely find a way to do it for you." ”

If that necromantic alchemy puppet is not pulled out, only death awaits him.

Kenyon bowed to Ryan, a sign of acquiescence.

The other eighteen minotaurs looked at each other, pursed their lips and exchanged contacts, and then bowed their heads to Ryan, as well as Baroque who stopped beside Ryan, "Thank you two for your help to Jamiedo, if you need anything in the future, we will definitely take it seriously." ”

In their capacity, it would be rude to call the mysterious merchant by his name.

The mysterious merchant trades with gold, and most orcs are poor, let alone non-leader. Knowing that you can't afford it, you can simply repay it with what you can do.

Most orcs have no money but are honest and straightforward, they will remember who has helped them, and they will never forget to be grateful.

"I don't have anything I need you to do at the moment."

Ryan withdrew the empty magic bottle, looked under the hood, quietly looked into the eye sockets of Jamide in front of him, set up a soundproof magic barrier around it, and whispered to Kenyon and the nineteen minotaurs, "As you have just seen, there are angels and elves in my territory......

These things are not convenient to talk about to the outside world, and the evil pope is looking for powerful beings in vain to devour them and become his own power.

Gemiedo, if you are willing to go to my land, submit to me, and become my people...... With the magic of the angels and the water of life, your lost eyes can grow back. ”

Not only Jamie Doe but Kenyon, but the twenty minotaurs were stunned at the same time.

Jamiedo's joy and excitement that the lost eye could grow back was just to leave the tribe and Kenyon and his companions......

Kenyon thought more than his companion, and when he heard this, he did not hesitate, and immediately replied, "Michelle, Jamie Doe is willing to be your servant. ”

Jamiedo immediately turned his head sideways and looked at Kenyon in panic.

Kenyon ignored Jamiedo's gaze with a determined look in his eyes.

Not only can he recover his eyes and follow Ryan, Kenyon even though he has never been to Michelle's territory, he knows that this is a blessing and opportunity from heaven.

Minotaurs are not only found in the Howling Plains, but the Divine Teardrop of Radiance, something that only angels have, and the water of life of the elven clan, which is a holy object that can only be condensed by the elven mother tree.

Not only Kenyon, but the rest of the minotaurs were also hinting with their eyes, hoping that he would agree immediately.

Jamie knew it was a lucky opportunity, but when he was really asked to choose, he was still a little hesitant.

Baroque twists the cage, he never intervenes in this kind of thing, but he knows what is the right choice but still struggles.

Baroque said indifferently in Ryan's mind: "It's really worthy of the united Minotaur, is the reason why you want to recruit them is because of this trust in your companions?" ”

"Don't you think that's good? The relationship between them is very good, this mood of thinking about their peers. ”

Ryan replied with a slight smile in his head, "Actually, the main thing is that I really want to make my dungeon a little more lively, and recruit more friendly aliens so that it will be more fun." ”

Otherwise, if it is empty, he doesn't need to build a dungeon at all, just solve the problem of the Pope and Andrew living in seclusion, and when he has nothing to do, he can ride a dragon to travel the world, and he will not be found if he is safe.

"Such a simple reason." Baroque, "You're ......"

He couldn't think of a word to describe Ryan's preferences, and the key was that everything was going well with Ryan.

"You don't know the joy, I enjoy making friends and spending time with them. When your current quest is achieved, you may also have new pleasures, not to mention that I am really here for Nasanya. ”

Ryan communicated with Baroque in his mind, and after a few seconds, he smiled at the struggling Jamiedo, "I will not interfere with your decision, and I will not forcibly threaten you to join my territory, but the existence of angels is too special, and I have to ensure the safety of my friends."

In addition, I also have alchemy items, although the effect cannot be compared to real eyes, but it is definitely helpful to you now. ”

"I'll give you plenty of time to think about it, Jamiedo, and you'll give me an answer until I leave here."

After speaking, Ryan turned his head to Kenyon and asked, "How did you decide, Kenyon?"

The Plains of the Howling Wind is no longer safe, even if we destroy the Lich and destroy the plans of the Dark Mage this time, the Pope still exists, as long as it is strong and the existence of strong living beings is his goal. ”

He likes to make friends, but Ryan also doesn't like to be reluctant, not to mention that as he just said to Baroque, Ryan really came for Nasanya and Kelsanya, and the lich was just a lucky accident that he found after he arrived.

Baroque will grow with Cyril, and the stronger they are, the more they will help Ryan.

A demon who can become stronger by eating souls, Ryan is already thinking about a lot of things at the moment.

Baroque fantasized about the situation that Ryan was talking about, and his gaze under the hood was full of confusion, and finally reminded in a low voice, "Don't forget Halson, he may be the key to your recruitment of orcs." ”

The corners of Ryan's mouth went up, "Thanks for the reminder, my friend." ”

Baroque: "Hmph. ”

He didn't really want to help Ryan, he just thought the minotaur was too uninteresting.

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Hearing Ryan's answer and inquiry, Kenyon, who was originally going to persuade Jamie to agree, suddenly fell silent, and he only then reacted that the words that Ryan had just said to him before were not for Jamie more, but for his entire clan.

When it comes to all races, there are more things to think about, Kenyon did not directly agree or refuse, and finally hesitantly replied to Ryan: "Michelle, can you give me a little time?" I will consult with the shaman and his people as soon as possible, and give you an answer before you leave the Howling Plains. ”

The Plains of Howling Wind are no longer safe, and they have no strength against the Pope.

If there really are peace-loving angels and elves in Lane's territory...... Submission to Lane is the best option.

Based on Ryan's actions to treat Jamie Doe just now, Kenyon felt that he was worth believing.

What's more, Ryan also got acquainted with the Golden Rooster Feather Clan in the Sky Dome Cloud, and once called for divine presence to help the Prince of the Feather Clan return to the ancient bloodline and become the last precious fiery phoenix in the world.

The current king of the Golden Rooster Feather Clan, Tumontovsky, has declared that the mysterious merchant Michelle will always be a friend of the Golden Rooster Feather Clan.

At the moment of God's presence, Michelle gave the gift to others, and the scene in the sky was deeply engraved in Kenyon's mind.

With the blessing of various thoughts, the balance in Kenyon's heart has long been tilted in favor of Ryan, but as the leader, he still has to ask his companions for their opinions before he can respond.

If most of his companions were reluctant to leave the Howling Plains, Kenyon would have given up the opportunity and led them elsewhere, but the Pope would not necessarily let them go.

From Kenyon's eyes, Ryan had basically fully understood his thoughts, and replied, "I'll give you time, Kenyon." There are more forests and mountains in my territory, as well as dungeons and subterranean plains that are being built, and I hope Nasanya will adapt to the environment there. ”

Kenyon was about to thank Ryan for his kindness when he heard him add, "Not only do I have enough Beasts in my territory, but I also have a powerful Beastmaster, and I hope you will be friends then."

Even if you are obedient, but like my friends, the Minotaur will still be under your and the shaman's rule, and I may only have something to do sometimes, more often than not, just be friendly with my people. ”

Although the Beastmaster is more often in contact with Warcraft, every orc, even if they haven't met yet, they and the Beastmaster are very good friends.

It's the closeness and friendship between the bloodlines.

After hearing Ryan's words, Kenyon's eyes became much more relaxed, and he didn't answer, but just lowered his head to Ryan.

The other minotaurs, after they saw Kenyon's move, they all knew it in their hearts.

They are reluctant to separate, but if the whole tribe is together......

Doesn't seem to be a separation?

And Michelle helped them a lot, saving Jamiedo's life, not to mention that there were not only aliens and beastmasters in his territory, but also the delicious fruit they had just eaten.

The Plains of Howling Wind is no longer safe, and instead of moving away to Michelle's territory, it seems that they have made a lot of money!

"Dear Mr. Michelle, my friend." Kenyon looked up ahead, "Mr. Michelle, our tribe is ahead, please come with us." ”

Kenyon: "When we return to the tribe, the shaman and I will tell you all about the recent storm in the Plains and the situation of the Minotaur, including any surprises we have noticed. ”

He already had a judgment in his own mind, and more things could not be decided until he met the shaman.

Ryan's jaw should be good.

Baroque dissolves the incarnation and lays down the two demon seeds. With the release of his magic power, the seeds fall to the ground and grow into flowers, and buds bloom.

When the stamens wither, Baroque plucks the branches that resemble giant butterflies, and the withered plants revert back into the form of a demon seed, which is reclaimed by Bartók in the storage space.

Obviously a wonderful bouquet of magic plants blooming, the 'butterfly' is like a living being, with wings as gorgeous and gorgeous as the elven dragon.

The black mist rolled up the captive cage, and Baroque handed a 'butterfly flower' to Ryan, "This is a magic plant created by the elven dragon in your territory, which does not require mana consumption and allows you to fly easily." ”

Ryan stretched out his hand to take it, and the moment the 'butterfly' touched his fingertips, it grew larger, and gently flapped its wings and landed on Ryan's shoulders, raising its colorful butterfly wings to carry Ryan to hang in the air easily.

Kenyon exclaimed, "There are even elven dragons in your territory,"

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The wonderful flower ball lightly fanned like the petals of a butterfly's wings, silently holding up Ryan and hanging in the air.

Because of its magical power, another flower butterfly flapped its wings and landed lightly on the back of the Baroque puppet incarnate, as if a pair of bright butterfly wings grew out of his cloak.

Hearing Kenyon's exclamation, it was as if the butterfly wings growing on the cloak were fanning with Baroque consciousness, and before Ryan could reply, Baroque replied in an indifferent and calm tone: "It's not just an elven dragon." ”

Kenyon looked up at Baroque, his gaze could not penetrate the cloak, he could not see Baroque's expression, and his emotions could not be guessed and judged by his voice alone.

"Mr. Bartók......"

Kenyon was desperate to learn more about Ryan from Baroque.

Seeing the expression on the Minotaur's face at this moment, Baroque raised his head slightly arrogantly and snorted softly.

Kenyon didn't mind Baroque's arrogance, and at the moment when Baroque dug up the puppet just now, even though he moved easily and neatly, Kenyon still felt a strong sense of oppression.

At this time, Kenyon looked slightly sideways at the cage that Baroque had magically lifted.

The Minotaur could not perceive the breath of the undead, and neither the Necromantic Alchemy Golem nor the 'Nasanya' were simple, they were all afraid of Bartók.