Slave gladiators did not carry special skinning knives in their bags, and ordinary swords were twice as useful against the skin of the demon dog that still retains its tenacity after death.

Seeing this, Ron Lothlin couldn't help but shake his head, collected the daggers of his followers, and casually released the "demonic weapons", giving them a sharpness +1 enhancement effect.

The Lancer is someone who has personally tasted the benefits of demonized weapons, and the doubled skull of the Demon Dog can't stop the "two-pointed spear +1", let alone the relatively soft dog skin after death.

When he grabbed the dagger with a bow gesture and easily stabbed into the corpse of the demon dog, the charred dog skin, which was originally very tough, suddenly turned into a thing that was as easy to cut as the bark of a tree.

Seeing the benefits, the other slave gladiators also reached out and grabbed their magically glowing weapons, and began to cut holes in the corpse of the demon dog, and then peeled off the dog's skin, which was still warm.

Grace Loslin glanced at the progress and shook his head with dissatisfaction: "You don't have to deliberately pursue the integrity of the demon dog skin, even if it is a bunch of fragments, the construction technique can create a prototype by force, which is equivalent to the craftsmanship of a senior tailor." ”

The slave gladiator suddenly understood, after all, as time passed, the magic aura on the dagger was gradually fading or even slowly weakening, and he had to speed up the movements in his hand, becoming more rough and savage.

But Ron Loslin was secretly assessing in his heart: "Due to the flooding of the Demon Nest, the Wheat Plain can be called an area with a high concentration of magic elements, but the effect of the magic weapon continues to decay, which shows that even in the high magic area, this kind of spell has a time limit. As for the effect of Constant Sharpness +1, I haven't had a chance to learn this spell yet. It is said that the price is not small!"

Shaking his head slightly, shaking off the superfluous emotions, Ron Lotlyn took a deep breath and tried to parse the mystery behind the magic, after all, this is a gift from the Nine Hells, forcibly embedded in the underlying rules of the world, but it has been relatively perfectly integrated and has become one of the mainstream of the world.

Assuming that it is really as I think, then the scientific magicians of the northern kingdom of the New World are definitely a group of people with destiny, alchemists of heavenly fortune, children of fate, darlings of the world, and scientists with lucky value MAX, which can be said to be manufactured in large quantities. ”

Thinking of this, Grace Loslin couldn't help but sigh: "Do I really want to fight against this group of non-humans? Of course, the world's chosen darling of fate, I have also killed a lot, and I have received a lot of backlash, but I am still alive and well, and I have lived until now......"

At this moment, the followers who were speeding up their movements handed over a bunch of demon dog skins, and each pounced on the next target, and the gesture skillfully made people look sideways, obviously the skill of skinning had increased a lot of experience points.

Interrupted by the pleasure of the harvest, Lorslin immediately put away his thoughts, and with his incomparably strong mental power, he began to draw a model of the Ring of Magic and Constructing Technique out of thin air.

This is a seemingly simple, but somewhat complex magic model, a rare twin tower structure, fifty-six magic vein nodes, close to the limit of a ring magic model.

"It looks like the hands of a sewing man, especially the front part, the beast-like claws, which are divided into knives, forks, scissors, cones and other objects, so to speak, it can be said that there is everything, it is simply Edward Scissorhands......"

Losslin didn't have so much emotion when he studied magic, but now that he looked at it with a scrutinizing eye, the magic model of constructorism seemed complicated, but it was once again simpler.

The bubble exploded, leaving only what looked like a caramel-colored demon dog skin that had been roasted by fire, bathed in the aura of a ring of magic and tectonism, and the large pieces of the dog skin were cut into the shape of a waistcoat according to the mind of Ron Lotrin, and then tightly sewn together.

Immediately afterwards, the trapezoidal dog skin is rolled up to form sleeves, which are attached to the two ends of the shoulder opening of the vest, gradually forming a well-fitting leather armor.

When the constructing technique burst out with the last of its magic, the entire Demon Dog Leather Armor seemed to have been simply nitrated, dissipating the disgusting stench, leaving only a faint smell of burnt roasted meat.

The frown that the spearman had been furrowing when he was peeling the skin just now finally slowly relaxed, and he couldn't help but lean over to smell it, and sighed softly: "It's so fragrant!"

"My eyesight is pretty good, you can try it on. According to my calculations, the unique toughness of the Demon Dog's leather armor is equivalent to that of a military-grade half-body armor. ”

Since the master himself promised, the pikeman naturally did not hesitate, and immediately got up and took off the equipment on his body, the four-finger-wide belt full of weapons, the diagonal strap that protected his chest, especially the vital point of his heart, and only the sleeveless linen shirt remained.

Then, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the demon dog's leather armor, and slowly put it on his body, the process of wearing it was extremely smooth, and he felt loose in some places.

Grace Loslinnen's face flushed, but fortunately he was very thick-skinned, and explained with an unhurried smile: "The demon dog skin is tough and inelastic, and the size is slightly enlarged, which can make it easier for you to wear." Strap on the strap and harness later, and it will feel much better, at least not so loosely. ”

The pikemen had always been convinced by the words of the noble magician, and the others were unhesitant, apparently because of the prestige that Ron Roslin had accumulated in the past, which made them more inclined to believe that this was a matter of course.

Ron Loslin clasped his fingers and carefully calculated: "A demon dog can provide a piece of leather armor...... Protection is far from enough, and you lack a pair of leather shorts. The corpse of the nine-headed demon dog, according to my deduction, is just enough to meet the needs. ”

Speaking of this, Ron Lotlyn's face turned straight: "The time for demonic weapons is limited, and your skinning progress must be accelerated. ”

The slave gladiator, who saw the benefits, heard his master's words, like a horse that had been whipped wildly with a leather whip, and the movements of his hands suddenly doubled, and he nodded his head repeatedly.

"If I'm in the game, I can see the value of skinning experience going up above their heads, and then there are bright gold hints of UP, UP, UP. Hum...... The temptation to take advantage of it really allows the slaves to exert their subjective initiative. ”

While his followers were increasing the speed of skinning, Embarrassment Roslin remembered the use of demon dog minions to strengthen the weapons of slave gladiators, and after careful consideration, he chose a simple and crude "magic inlay".

It is also a category of magic, which fuses materials with magical power into ordinary material weapons through magical means, and then improves the characteristics of the weapon as a whole.

"The Demon Dog was originally a ghoul dog driven by hunger after losing its home, contaminated with negative energy and semi-undead, and gradually transformed into a half-demonic beast over time in this magical place of destruction. The claws have the characteristics of being sharp and poisonous, and it is not known whether they have broken armor or penetrated for the time being. However, I'm looking forward to having such a trait appear on the weapon after the magic inlay method. ”

Thinking of this, Ron Loslin grabbed the slave gladiator's dagger, the sword and shield hand's sidearm, and after putting it into a state of readiness through the "magic inlay", he broke the claws of the demon dogs and threw them into it one by one.

The slightly curved paws of the dog, as soon as they were contaminated with magical aura, like a magnet absorbing iron, took the initiative to throw themselves into the hilt of the sword, hooking the sharp blade to form a strange decoration.

At the same time, the unremarkable blade of the sword revealed a poisonous green light, which was at first just a wisp of pale green, and gradually turned into a dense green as Ron Lothlin threw himself in, like an emerald gem.