Chapter 402

"I've got a share of what I've seen, and I've got a share of what I've got in order to kill this old man. Besides, it's too bad for us to keep our booty in secret because we have such a strong friendship."

Seeing that punk finds two or three rough gems in the crushed sand, Kane, who just got out of Zuling's body, comes to him in a hurry.

The gems found by punk are obviously the storage rings of the shaman. Of course, it may be a storage necklace, but both rings and necklaces are just carriers. The core of the storage function is these magic gems.

Maybe Kane really contributed a lot in this battle. According to the general rules, he should get a valuable booty. But now the most important problem is that all the booties are in the hands of punk.

"I have to tell you that this Shaman is very poor. He seems to have only some dried fruits. If you want, you can send them to you. Don't thank me.".

As if nothing had happened in front of Kane's face, after pouring all the dried fruit in the goat shaman storage ring on the sand, punk immediately put away the gem.

Of course, the sheepshead Shaman is also a master. His storage ring can't really contain only a pile of crude dried fruits as punk said. In fact, punk has found many valuable booty, such as many unique magic materials in the desert, some broken low-level magic items, and so on Fall into a deep sleep of the devil mother worm!

Among them, the sleeping bug is undoubtedly the most valuable thing. Although punk can't see the attack power of the bug, the characteristics of these bugs give punk some inspiration to improve their magic. If they have the bug, punk is confident that it will be able to develop something. At least there should be no problem in improving the magic of the "soul eating worm".

The value of these spoils is not low at all. Back to the thought of truth, the exchange point would be very considerable. However, punk didn't share any idea with Kane. He took away all the valuable things from the storage ring, and then left a pile of rotten fruit to fool Kane.

"That's all "Rotten fruit"?

Looking at the dried fruit on the ground gently blown by dust, Kane's face was full of the expression of "how do you fool the undead?".

"It's really just these rotten fruits"!

In the face of Kane's obvious distrust in his eyes, punk is as indifferent as ever. He may not be as gorgeous as Kane, but he doesn't have any emotion fluctuation and doesn't kowtow at all.

Of course, just like punk will not believe Kane's words, Kane can not believe Punk's words. But now, whether he believes it or not, punk can not give him anything of value. There is no doubt that there is no need to doubt this. And looking at Punk's cold pupils, Kane can also read Punk's meaning very clearly:

"Want the spoils? All right, let's fight. All the spoils you win are yours "!

Shake hands in the lance, finally Kane or reluctantly gave up the battle plan.

As a knight wandering on the edge of life and death all year round, Kane has strong intuitive ability. He can foresee that if he really fights with punk now, it may be OK for him to escape, but it is almost impossible to win.

There's no way. This is how things like robbing equipment are. No matter how unhappy Kane is, he has no choice but to eat this dumb loss.

"Well, my old friend, you haven't changed at all In any case, we have won the battle now. It's too disappointing to have only some dried fruits as spoils. Why don't we... "

In a twinkling, the battle in his eyes disappeared, and Kane's voice recovered. However, when it comes to celebration, the knight in golden armor pointed his lance at the shambles of the sheep's head tribe. Under the sunlight, the tip of Kane's gun flashed cold.

"Let's go and rob this tribe. It's a big tribe with a population of 60000 or 70000. Magic materials will be collected more or less, and The quality of the soul of a sheep head is not inferior to that of ordinary human beings. It's rare to collect so many souls.

Kane, who smiles and speaks to punk, is still as cheerful and sassy as ever. In the bright sunshine, the golden hair of the knight and the golden light on the armor complement each other. Standing on the same golden desert, Kane is like a hero who is about to go out to fight. I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to think that his "journey" is actually to kill a man Large tribes with a little bit of resistance.

Without much thought, punk agreed with Kane's decision.

As Kane said, if there are a large number of the souls of the intelligent creatures like the sheep's head, they are still valuable. Moreover, the sheep's head is generally considered to be a biological race belonging to the evil camp. Even if a large group of sheep's head is killed, it will not lead the good camp professionals to trouble.

What's more

Punk can't ignore the "demon God" in the Shaman's mouth. Although there is nothing to be afraid of, a single sub Lord in the abyss will be more troublesome if there is a sect based on the power transmitted by the sub Lord. Especially, the shaman can so blatantly infect the ancestral spirit of the tribe with the abyss energy, which is no doubt This shows that the tribe of tens of thousands of sheep head people has been full of crazy beliefs.A group of lunatic believers may not be destructive, but they are absolutely annoying. If you don't want to be endlessly entangled, punk thinks it's better to clean up these potential lunatics.

Looking at Kane standing on a small sand dune, punk can't help but squint. He can be sure that Kane must have some other purpose. Now, punk is inevitably curious about Kane's purpose.

"Forget it, it's just a sheep head tribe without resistance. Anyway, it won't catch up with owakein for a while and a half. Now I don't care about the waste of time.".

With this in mind, punk, like Kane, quietly turns around and looks at the sheep's head tribe. The magic of creating a large-scale killing has been brewing on Punk's green stick.

In this quiet tribe blown by wind and sand, one by one strong and tall poor people with sheep's heads are sticking out of the cellars dug out of the sand. In their eyes, the roar of terror has passed for so long. The battle outside should be over, and the survivors themselves should be safe.

But it's a pity that the battle is really over, but these sheep's heads are doomed not to get the so-called "security". When they carefully look at the battlefield, what they see is Only a knight with a strange smile and a mage with cold eyes.

In the cruel multiverse, for the weak, disaster may pause, but it will never end!

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