Chapter 398: Spoils of War

"Whoever sees has a share, and whoever sees has a share. I almost risked my life to kill this old sheep-headed man. I must have my share of the spoils. Besides, the friendship between the two of us is so strong, it is too much to hide the spoils." It's unreasonable..."

Seeing that Punk found two or three rough gemstones from the crushed sand, Kane, who had just emerged from the corpse of the ancestor spirit, rushed over impatiently.

The gems that Punk found are obviously the storage rings of the goatman shaman. Of course, this may also be a storage necklace, but both the ring and the necklace are just a carrier. The core of the storage function is these few gems. Block of magic gems.

Maybe Kane really contributed a lot in this battle, and according to the general rules, he deserves a lot of spoils, but the most critical problem now is that all the spoils are in Punk's hands.

"I have to tell you that this goat-headed shaman is very poor. He seems to have only some dried fruits. If you want them, I will give them to you. You don't need to thank me."

After dumping all the dried fruits in the goatman shaman storage ring on the sand in front of Kane as if nothing had happened, Punk immediately put away the gems on his own.

Of course, the goatman shaman is also a master-level powerhouse. It is impossible for his storage ring to contain only a bunch of crude dried fruits as Punk said. In fact, Punk found a lot of valuable loot , such as many magic materials unique to the desert, some broken low-level magic items, and... the sleeping devil mother worm!

Among them, the sleeping mother worm is undoubtedly the most valuable thing. Although Punk doesn't like the attack power of the monster, the characteristics of these monsters have given Punk some inspiration for improving spells. If there is a mother worm, Punk is confident He must be able to research something, at least it should be no problem to complete the spell improvement of "Soul Devouring Worm".

The value of these trophies is not low at all, and returning to the thought of truth will be very valuable if exchanged for exchange points, but Punk has no idea of ​​​​sharing it with Kane at all. Take them all, then drop a bunch of rotten fruit to fool Kane.

"It's really just these... rotten fruits"?

Looking at the shriveled fruits on the ground that were gently blown by the sand, Kane's face was completely full of an expression of "you are fooling the undead".

"There are really only these rotten fruits"!

Facing Kane's obviously distrustful eyes, Punk remained as calm as ever. He may not be as rhetorical as Kane when he speaks nonsense, but it's okay to have no emotional fluctuations or stammers.

Of course, just as Punk wouldn’t believe Kane’s words, Kane couldn’t believe Punk’s words, but whether he believed it or not, Punk couldn’t give him anything of value. There is no doubt about doubts, and looking at Punk's cold pupils, Kane also read Punk's meaning very clearly:

"Want trophies? Alright, let's fight, whatever trophies you win will be yours!"

After shaking the lance in his hand, Kane finally gave up his plan to fight helplessly.

As a knight who has been on the verge of life and death all year round, Kane has a strong enough intuition ability. He can foresee that if he really fights Punk now, it may be no problem to escape by himself, but it is basically impossible to win.

There is no way, such things as grabbing equipment are like this, with quick hands and slow hands, no matter how upset Kane is, he can only suffer this dumb loss helplessly.

"Well, my old friend, you haven't changed at all... Anyway, we have won the battle now, and it's too disappointing to only have some dried fruits as spoils of war, how about... "

The fighting spirit in his eyes dissipated in an instant, and Kane regained his hearty voice at this time, but when it came to celebrating, the knight in golden armor pointed his lance at the messy goatman tribe , Under the sunlight, Kane's spear tip flashed a icy light.

"Let's go and loot this tribe. It's a large tribe with a population of 60,000 to 70,000. Magic materials should be stored more or less. Moreover... the soul quality of the sheep headmen is not lower than that of ordinary people. Human beings, the opportunity to collect so many souls is rare."

Kane, who smiled and said something to punk, was still cheerful and sassy as always. In the bright sunshine, the golden hair of the knight and the golden light on the armor complemented each other. Standing on the same golden desert, Kane at this time Just like a hero who is about to go on a crusade, it is difficult for anyone to think that the "journey" he proposed is to slaughter a large tribe without the slightest ability to resist.

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

As Kane said, the souls of intelligent creatures like goatmen are still very valuable if there are a large number of them, and goatmen are generally considered to be a biological race belonging to the evil camp, even if a large group of goatmen are killed. It will attract good-aligned professionals to make trouble.

not to mention…………

Punk can't ignore the "demon god" that the sheep-headed shaman said. Although a single sub-lord in the abyss is nothing to be afraid of, it will be more troublesome if a sect emerges with the power transmitted by this sub-lord as the core. , especially that this goat-headed shaman can so blatantly infect the tribe's ancestors with abyssal energy, which undoubtedly means that this tribe that lives in tens of thousands of goat-headed people has already spread crazy beliefs.

A group of lunatic believers may not be destructive, but they are definitely annoying enough. If you don't want to be pestered endlessly, Punk thinks it's better to clean up these potential lunatics.

Looking at Kane standing on a small sand dune with high spirits, Punk couldn't help squinting his eyes. He can be sure that Kane must have some other purpose, and now, Punk will inevitably have Kane's purpose. Quite curious.

"Forget it, it's just a sheep-headed tribe with no resistance. Anyway, it won't be able to catch up with Aowakin for a while, so I don't care about the waste of time now."

Thinking of this, Punk silently turned around to look at the goatman tribe just like Kane, and the spell of mass killing was slowly brewing on Punk's emerald staff.

In this quiet tribe blown by the wind and sand, the strong and tall sheep-headed poor people are poking their heads out of the cellar dug out of the sand. In their view, the terrifying roar has passed for so long, and the battle outside should It's over, and the survivors themselves should be safe too.

But it is a pity that the battle is indeed over, but these sheep-headed men are destined not to get the so-called "safety". When they carefully cast their eyes on the battlefield, all they saw... was a knight with a strange smile and A mage with cold eyes.

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