Chapter 214

The trading place is provided by the auction. Since the middle-aged man has completed the transaction, he directly pushed the door and left after saying hello to Locke.

Locke didn't leave the room in a hurry, but took out one of the Lanling grass and handed it to Bili. "Thank you for your help!" Locke looked at Bili with burning eyes.

Whether it's the long sword Locke uses now, or the cold iron armor and Lanling grass he bought today, in the final analysis, there would never be all this without Bili. Locke keeps it in mind no matter who is good to himself these years.

"There are no members in our family who practice fighting spirit. I'm useless if you give me this Lanling grass." Bili smiled.

"Then you can sell it for money." Locke savagely shoved the wooden box containing Lanling grass into Bili's hand.

He didn't believe that there would be no one practicing fighting spirit in a family as big as the Bili family.

Seeing that Locke was so formal, Bili hesitated for a moment, then clenched the wooden box in her hand and said, "well, I'll change it into money, but we have to be half of each other! Don't refuse!"

Locke nodded silently.

The auction has ended, and Locke has got what he wants. It's meaningless to stay here again, and he has been underground for a long time. Locke, a powerful knight, feels nothing, but Bili's face is a little pale.

It's not because of any injury, it's just a lack of light. The weak magician is powerful and can't match the knight of the same level in terms of adaptability to the environment.

After the fair, Locke didn't go anywhere else and went straight home.

In the afternoon, Angelina didn't come home until evening.

"Medium level magic apprentice?" Locke looked at Angelina in surprise.

"Yes, master babrina is ready for me." Angelina was a little afraid to look at Locke.

Babrina's great master, Angelina's great uncle, the stern old lady in Locke's eyes, has seen two sides in the magician branch of Imperial College.

A strong official magician and the first official magician Locke has known so far.

Now that the master is ready for Angelina, Angelina's promotion to a middle-level apprentice is a sure thing.

A mid-level apprentice under the age of 20? With this potential, Angelina can prove that she can be promoted to a high-level apprentice in the future. Therefore, Angelina can go to the holy tower she has always yearned for.

"When?" Locke asked in a low voice.

"Two months later." Angelina gave an accurate date. Her master had promoted the low-level apprentice. All the materials needed were well prepared, and the side effects of auxiliary drugs were minimal. Angelina's promotion was beneficial without harm.

"I see." Locke replied.

He had a hunch that Angelina would be separated from herself for a long time after she became a middle-level apprentice. Locke didn't ask and Angelina didn't say when she would meet again.

The next day, Locke, who had just returned from the heel prairie for less than a week, embarked on the journey of completing the trial task again.

In the mountain stone forest of Zeke Province in the East, a corner outside is full of startled birds.

"Munich owl?" Locke covered the wound on his arm and took a long sword. He came forward and gave a sword to a giant bird Warcraft with a black two meters long and a flat strange head.

The long sword crossed the head of the Munich owl until the neck was scratched. The Warcraft didn't move again. It seems to be dead.

At this time, more than half of Locke's body was injured, and there were bruises and scratches everywhere. The wound on his arm was the deepest, close to the gap of four centimeters. The bones inside Locke's arm could be seen.

The cold iron armor did not block the counterattack of the Munich owl before his death. Locke's inner armor only protects Locke's body, and his limbs are not within the scope of protection.

"After all, it's a Warcraft with 1200 golden moles reward. Cough, it's a little powerful." Locke covered his arm and coughed up two drops of blood.

The strength of this Munich owl is also at the top of the intermediate Warcraft. It is a powerful Warcraft that may break through the level of advanced Warcraft. Few Knights will choose to take this task in the task hall.

Even high-level knights, under normal circumstances, hate to meet this kind of flying and powerful Warcraft.

And Locke came to kill the Warcraft with a mere middle-level attendant, for nothing more than to improve himself.

If this arm cannot be rescued by a magician of the light system, water system or plant system in time, it is likely to have great sequelae, even if it is directly disabled.

Turn out a wooden box from the space ring, open the cover and reveal five small blood red particles.

Although it is only the size of a grain of rice, it emits extremely thick blood gas around it, which is not much worse than the bloody smell of the newly dead Munich owl.

This is blood essence, which is divided by Locke into blood essence weighing one gram.

Take out one and swallow it directly. Locke immediately covers the box. If you expose it in the air for too long, the effect of blood essence will be reduced a lot.

This kind of blood essence used for the breakthrough of ordinary middle-level knights is also surprisingly good in restoring the wound. Not long after Locke swallowed the blood essence, his whole body was red, and the hematopoietic mechanism in the spinal cord seemed to be improved several times in an instant.

Countless blood flowed from Locke's injured wound, but soon, the blood slowly turned into blood scabs and solidified.

Locke, who had just been seriously injured, had scabs all over his body in a short time.

The injury on his arm was the most serious. He was killed and pecked by the beast in order to drag the Munich owl who wanted to escape.

With the help of blood essence, the four centimeter deep wound was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only a few minutes later, Locke was able to simply extend his arm.

Locke, who had almost recovered, didn't stay here much. The movement of their battle, the bloody smell of the death of the Munich owl, and the powerful blood produced by the blood essence all provoked the powerful Warcraft that might exist nearby.

Hastily packed up the belligerent booty, Locke took out the map in the space ring.

"Next stop, the thorn fish of Bana waterfall?" Locke murmured.

Wearing a hood to cover his body and block the bursts of blood emitted by Locke at this time, Locke ran out of the stone forest, where there was his carriage.

On the way of running, Locke could obviously feel that the rolling blood gas in his body, the slowly rising fighting vortex and the power of blood essence were playing.