Chapter 800 Mr. Outlander, Do You Know About the Second-Hand Moon Landing Spacecraft?
Bailang gave Crocodile a chance, freed him and let him leave. But the other party didn't appreciate it at all, and even collapsed on the ground to provoke him with a playful smile.
In desperation, Merci for Huailang couldn't bear him to die of thirst in the desert like this, so he had to order the 15th generation Shayu brother to carry him away, and re-agreed that he became a private property.
"I gave you a chance."
The camel died in the Sharon roll, so this trip can only be returned on foot.
Just when Bailang was facing the scorching heat, he summoned [La Laiye] to cool down the air-conditioned field, hold a tooth of watermelon, and watch the unchanging scenery along the way while rushing.
In the direction opposite to him, three figures of different heights appeared. They had detected the battle breaking out in the desert early on, but did not continue to trigger towards the battlefield until it subsided.
"Is it necessary to be so cautious? The three of us joined forces, what is there to worry about? What's more, the world is only open, and all parties send either cannon fodder or investigators. There are only a few worth noting." Walking on the side, The tallest man with short hair. Raising his hand to rub his short hair, his eyes wandered, and he said with a relaxed expression.
On the other side, the skin is rough and bronze-colored, with a thick beard growing on the cheeks, and the sun reflects on the top of the head, leaving a few ring scars. The barefooted man in a capable monk robe holds an iron rod in his hand, and said in a muffled voice: "Isn't it a good idea to pick a bargain?" Is it fragrant?"
The short-haired man withdrew his palm and put it in front of him, bursting out a crackling arc, entangled his five fingers and swam flexibly: "But I want to do it, to experience the newly acquired power!"
At this moment, the white man in position C, wearing a set of metal knight armor under the sun and carrying a big sword without feeling tired or hot, opened his mouth to remind: "There is someone in the distance. If it is Crocodile, do it directly; if it is Contractors, negotiate first."
"Is it necessary? Just a casual person." The young man who started to discharge with his hair said helplessly.
The knight in the middle replied seriously: "This is the precept I keep."
"Okay, okay, negotiate first, and then do it when it breaks, right?" After the young man finished speaking, the knight remained silent and did not refute. At this time, he turned his head and said again: "Monk, please agree first, this time the prey is mine."
"Three minutes. After three minutes, the poor monk will help the benefactor." The monk raised his palm, chanted a Buddhist mantra in an unfamiliar language, and continued walking barefoot.
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When the distance between the two sides was two kilometers, Lang had already keenly sensed that there was a 'low energy reaction' in the distance.
Although the other party restrained very well, he was in a normal state. But in this uninhabited desert, three parallel 'creatures' should not appear at the same time. The speed is neither fast nor slow, are you migrating leisurely on the prairie?
Throwing away the watermelon rind, Lang looked down at himself, there seemed to be nothing to prepare for? So he took out another tooth of watermelon and greeted him. Not long after, the two sides met in the desert. This was the three masters and apprentices... er, only three of them.
There is a monk on the left, carrying a Zen stick, which looks a bit like a rolling curtain. The ethnicity is like Arabian, and the overall temperament is weird. Bailang defines it as: a demon monk from the Western Regions!
On the right is a tall and thin young man, looking at himself with friendly and excited eyes, blue hair, Latino? Looks ordinary, nothing special: ignore.
In the middle is a paladin, Caucasian, with a 'spiritual halo' appearing under his feet, spreading to two teammates. He had seen this force during the first trial and was very familiar with it. But the holy light flowing in his body is not the same as that of Ophelia raised at home: Hmm...fake milk!
The three of them intercepted themselves accurately in the desert, obviously there was a bear coming, and the person who came was not kind.
"Hi! Friends on the opposite side, hello. We are the hiring team under [Tutong], do you want to make a deal?" The young man was the first to speak and asked with a hearty attitude.
Bailang felt familiar with this, and asked, "Which paradise do you belong to?"
"My name is Blue Jack, and this is a monk and a knight. Just like you, let's hang in Chuanhuo Paradise for the time being." The other party lifted up his short sleeves, revealing the brand tattooed on his muscles, "but [totem] does not belong to Chuanhuo Paradise, but a large-scale organization that spans multiple paradises, we belong to the 'Branch Fire Branch', and the organization's station in Somogo is Sun Island, it's a bit chaotic over there, you may not have heard of it. What about you?"
Hearing the "Sun Island" Bailang immediately recalled that the environment of each continent in Somogo was extremely dangerous and terrible, but each had its own style of painting, just like pieces of different worlds pieced together.
Sun Continent is most famous for its out-of-control divine creations and gods.
Most of the remnants of gods that have been burned as firewood in the 'cemetery' will be discharged in Sun Continent, a proper garbage dump. Where the population is sparsely populated and does not provide faith, it is surrounded by the natural environment of Somogo with high pollution concentration all year round. Under artificial mutagenesis, there are constantly "residues of divinity" gathered and deformed to deceive corpses, and many eccentric "firewood" are born that are worth burning.
Sun Continent is also recognized as the most chaotic and dangerous area in Somogo. It is even more neglected than Ta's hometown, the wasteland nuclear continent where half of the land is heavily polluted by radiation. This place is primitive, backward, and dangerous. It is the plate with the least population among the seven continents, but the largest number of intelligent alien species.
The official information is: Travel is not recommended. Anyone who logs in to Sun Continent without permission will lose all insurance and bear the consequences at their own risk.
It is also the third most powerful contender for the list of the most inhospitable continents for human habitation. However, in Bailang's view, there is no continent in Somogo that is suitable for human habitation, and any one is eligible to compete for the first place. As long as the cemetery does not close down, uncleanly burnt salary kings will continue to be discarded on every continent.
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Recalling the relevant information in his mind, Bailang replied: "Outlander, cemetery staff, doctor, no organization."
Hearing this, the other party smiled more sincerely: "It's an honor to meet you, so Mr. Doctor, are you interested in talking about a business?"
"Okay, what do you want to trade? Someone is sick and needs treatment? I'm a thief of blood therapy."
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, we want that guy behind you, Crocodile Sand Crocodile. If you want to live, you make an offer!"
Bailang minimized the fluctuations of the [Magic Seed], secretly observed that these three people were all second-level, and they seemed to be elites, otherwise they would not have been hired by a large organization across the park. The three teamed up and had intelligence advantages, so it was no problem to kill the sand-turning crocodile.
"I'm also very interested in this... sand crocodile."
At the same time, Jidu sent an unverified piece of information.
Now the 'Blood Snail-Telephone Bug' is spread all over the first half of the first half of the Great Channel. Through black market transactions, a group of low-end customers have been developed among bounty hunters, pirates, and gangsters. Through dream reading, a still Immature intelligence network.
Bailang's future "neutral camp route" intends to use the legal "fisherman + intelligence transaction" as a selling point to make money standing up.
Selling fish costs almost nothing, and only pays for physical strength, and the latter is purely free. As the users of the "Azkaban Ladder Qualifying Tournament" become more and more powerful, and their contacts become wider and higher, the information dug out will only become more valuable. And most of them are first-hand exclusive secret information, and can even influence the development of events through "implantation of dream hints".
After knowing the other party's purpose, Ji Du consciously searched for the "sand crocodile" in the "messy information" that has not yet been put into use, and finally a rumor about "Molia", one of the Qiwuhai, was screened out.
Authenticity is not verified but circulated in black market intelligence channels. Moriah was attacked. Hidden deep in the thick fog, the mysterious "Three-Masted Horror" that no one can spy on, is said to have sunk? !
This news was first captured by the dream, two days ago. At that time, the sand crocodile was still a "sand digger", and CP0 behind Bailang also did not receive the news. .
But now it seems that it should be the contractor who has purposely targeted Qi Wuhai. Is this a cut off? But what hidden value can sand crocodiles have?
"We came down from Sky Island, we came a step late, and you cut off Crocodile, the doctor. To be honest, it doesn't make much sense for you to leave him alone. Sky Island, you know it too, we are willing to use Anilu's Ark Proverbs Exchange with you. Take this spaceship, you can go to the moon, trigger a hidden side mission, which is exclusive to you, and the value is far more than a Shichibukai. If you find it troublesome, you can also monopolize this copy and sell Ark tickets to the outside world. Sell the opportunity to more contractors."