Chapter 407 Repel

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The intensely corrosive dark energy spheres melted the flesh of the Naga and also corroded the wood on the deck.

A large circular pothole appeared, only a little smaller than the wound caused by the magic crystal cannon.

The water is pouring in, and the waterline of the ship is being raised.

"Not good! Hurry up and go down for two more people!" The first officer's reaction speed was second only to Locke, and he hurriedly ordered the two crew members to go down for maintenance.

Fei Mo, the scorpion dragon who didn't realize his mistake, swayed his big tail and paced back and forth on the ship, seemingly curious about the surrounding seascape.

Using the power of the contract, Locke asked Femo to be honest, and then he began to take a good look at his defeated men.

A long spear with a blood tank was inserted into the fish's tail. After a lot of blood loss, the condition of the four-armed Naga was very bad.

Locke is still a person with a bottom line. He didn't put poison on his spear, otherwise the Naga would have fallen down long ago.

The four-armed Naga is all over the body, and Locke's visual observation is the most valuable are the two weapons in his hand.

Said to be weapons, in Locke's view, they are just two peculiar submarine plants. This orange plant does not know what it is, but it has the hardness of steel.

His long sword is made of cold iron as the main material. It has been transformed and enhanced by the magician of the Holy Tower many times, and it has a certain amount of magic power. In this case, it has not been chopped down, and the value of these two plants needs to be considered.

Include these two plants in the space ring and add them to your collection.

Locke didn't rush to kill the four-armed Naga, but turned to look at the sky, where a dark shadow flew over.

Taking a closer look, it was the hat man magician. Judging by his calm and calm flying speed, he had probably already solved the dozens of Naga entangled in him.

Locke guessed that the sudden drop in the strength of the group of Naga on the deck was inseparable from the hat man magician.

When the hat man fell on the deck, the battle had come to an end.

Two or three Naga who were stubbornly resisting were exploded one by one by the man in the hat, and turned into red sand in the sky.

The crew, who knew what these red sands were, hurried off the floor with the red tarantulas in fright.

"Not bad." The hat man nodded, as if praising the crew and Locke for their excellent performance.

The appearance of Fei Mo, the scorpion dragon, made the man in the hat a little surprised, but he didn't react much.

"Clean up the deck! Come down with me and two people to repair the cabin!" The first officer stood up at this time and shouted loudly.

Femo had had enough trouble, and Locke put it back into the piccolo. The deck was now in a mess. With Femo's huge physique, Locke was really worried that it would fall off accidentally.

The man in the hat did not come back empty-handed. He held a blue Naga head in one hand and a cane inlaid with huge pearls in the other.

It was the pearl cane that attracted Locke. I don't know what it was used for. Locke felt dizzy at a glance.

"Light blue Naga? Yes, if you chop off its head, you can get a lot of money on the east coast." The man in the hat looked at the four-armed Naga on the deck, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his voice. , as if looking at a dead thing.

"Sir, if you're interested, take it. It's useless for me to ask for the head of this Naga." Locke said in a timely manner.

Money is really not very attractive to him. With his current net worth, it is not bad for this amount of money.

The eyes of the magician under the hat were slightly moved, and a magician like him was not as beautiful as he appeared.

It costs money to do magic experiments, it costs money to buy cultivation potions, and it costs money to learn new magic knowledge.

A penny stumped a hero, and some old magicians sometimes struggled with dozens of gold coins.

"Well, I won't take your things for nothing, the magician follows the principle of equal exchange." The man in the hat said so.

"Tomorrow afternoon, you can come to me and get a copy of 'Bai Lang Powder'." After speaking, a light blue wind blade shot out, cut off the head of the four-armed Naga, and took it in his hand.

"Yes, my lord." Locke replied respectfully.

After the man in the bucket hat left, Locke held his chin and thought about it, "Bai Langfen? What is it?"

After kicking the headless corpse next to him, Locke went to Christine and the others.

Christine and Rafi were now wearing armor and holding long swords, with blood dripping from the blade, and a green Naga who had been dead for a long time lay there at their feet.

"Didn't I tell you to hide well? What should I do if I get hurt?" Seeing this, Locke asked angrily.

The strength of the two female mid-level attendants cannot reassure Locke completely. The general strength of this group of Naga is in the middle level, but because of their tallness and strength, the average mid-level attendants are not their opponents.

"I think this big guy was seriously injured, so I brought Lafite on board. Don't worry, brother." Christine didn't have the slightest sense of being wrong, but instead showed off his victory like Locke.

"Is it serious? The fatal blow on its chest is my credit." Kristin pointed to the position of Naga's heart as if offering a treasure.

There, a faint scorch mark covered it, which appeared to have been caused by Christine's magical attack.

Just after a battle, Locke's muscles were a little weak. After patiently encouraging Christine, Locke was ready to lift the Naga's body and throw it away.

It's not far from their room, Locke.

But I don't want to smell the stench of the dead sea creature when I go to bed at night.

"Hey, brother wait!" Christine stopped Locke.

A knuckle-length scalpel appeared from Christine's hand, "I'll take some Naga blood and study it." Christine is still half a qualified magician, and her enthusiasm for researching new things is worthy of recognition. .

"There's also a four-armed Naga there, would you like to bring it to you?" Locke pointed to the position where he had just fought.

"Of course!" Christine said excitedly, holding a scalpel in her hand. She had already collected a bottle of blood-green blood.

When the sun went down, the debris on the ship was almost cleared, and the crew was still efficient after losing multiple mates.

Patches of planks were everywhere, scrambled to every corner of the ship.

It looks ugly on the outside, but it does not affect the speed of the hull, which is really commendable.

"My lord, the deck on the second basement floor is submerged." The boatswain said embarrassedly to the man in hat who came out to look out for the wind.

The magician did not know what experiment he had just done, and there was an unpleasant pungent smell lingering all over his body. The bosun did not dare to show any abnormality, but he knew the temperament of this magician.

Why is he the chief mate and the bosun of this ship, because the original captain and chief mate were both killed by the magician, and he was promoted to the bosun to become the chief mate.

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