Chapter 1051 No?

Looking at the miserable Cyclops, Werther walked over curiously, raised his tail, and poked the opponent's body.

"Although their skin is very tough, it should be due to their realm. In other words, their skin should be very fragile, so is that why they wear metal armor?"

Speaking of which, this was the first time that Werther had seen the Cyclops naked.

It hurts my eyes or something... I don't think so.

It just feels very novel.

Bang!

At this moment, a soft sound came from not far away. Werther turned his head and saw Boredia falling not far away, so he grinned and chuckled.

"Long time no see, how about this meeting gift?"

Boredia looked at Werther with a strange expression.

He had been paying attention to Werther's battle, and naturally knew how much this guy had paid to deceive the Cyclops.

However, in just a blink of an eye, the other party's injuries had completely recovered.

Although he is still injured now, it is only because of the explosion just now.

Is time magic...

With this thought in his mind, Boredia directly expressed his gratitude for Werther's request for credit.

"for you!"

As he finished speaking, a handful of golden light spots shone under the sunlight, scattering towards Werther.

Werther's eyes suddenly lit up.

The mental power spread out quickly and took down those shining golden objects.

"One hundred!

Boredia, from now on, you are my best friend!

It’s okay to be a life-and-death acquaintance! "

As he spoke, Werther opened his eyes, held the gold coin, and observed it carefully.

Just like last time, the flying dragon gold coin has the breath of a giant dragon on it, and the breath is also that of the same dragon.

They definitely come from the same batch of gold coins.

Moreover, it was originally supposed to be the treasure of a certain giant dragon.

Being able to take out a hundred more after sixty-three means that there are definitely more in Boredia.

Thinking of this, Werther looked at Boredia with a more thoughtful look.

"Are you kidding for any bad ideas?"

Boredia's words brought Werther's attention back. After laughing a few times, Werther's eyes averted slightly.

"How is it possible? How could I have a bad idea? We are close friends!"

Hearing this word again, Boredia couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Shit's best friend!

For a giant dragon, as long as you give him what he wants, he can become a close friend. To put it simply, it means giving him what he likes.

No dragon with a normal IQ would believe what the dragon said in this situation.

What's more, he just watched the whole process.

It also completely refreshed my understanding of how cunning this guy Werther is.

You must be careful when dealing with this guy in the future.

With this thought in his mind, Boredia glanced at the Cyclops.

"Give him a healing magic. It doesn't need to be very good. Just keep him alive. This way, you can save a lot of trouble when you take him back."

Werther was startled.

"Do you still want to live?"

That's what he said, but Witte had already cast a water elemental healing magic.

Boredia nodded.

"After all, he is a legendary-level strongman. He should know more about the information on the other side of the abyss, at least definitely more than the amethyst-level fallen angel we caught before.

It is still necessary to update a wave of abyss information, so..."

Having said this, Boredia looked at Werther with admiration.

"You did a pretty good job this time. Of course, it would have been better if you hadn't been so reckless and directly caused such a big explosion and injured yourself!"

As he said that, Boredia glanced at Werther with a strange expression.

The explosion just now requires a lower-ranking legend to take it seriously. Of course, it is not impossible to be killed, but it is not impossible to be disgraced or even slightly injured.

Hearing this, Werther looked complacent at first. After hearing the next words, his face showed a bit of embarrassment.

"As I said, I'm just afraid of an accident!"

As he said that, the trace of embarrassment on Werther's face subsided and turned into physical pain.

"What's more, I don't want to either. Those are all the forbidden spell level magic circles that I have accumulated little by little over the years.

When I dealt with Zachary before, I only used it a little bit, but I was already very distressed.

This time I used them all.

My heart is bleeding, do you know?

but……"

As he said that, Werther glanced at Boredia.

"If it was to kill an abyss legend, I would still be quite angry!"

When speaking of "atmosphere," Werther deliberately prolonged his tone. After speaking, he glanced at Boredia again.

It can be said that this is no longer a hint, but an obvious benefit.

Boredia naturally knew what Werther was doing, rolled his eyes, and then said: "I still have some amethyst-level dragon beast crystal nuclei piled up in my laboratory.

You don't need much to make the medicine. You can get it yourself when you get back. "

"readily!"

Werther breathed softly.

"I knew it. I'm so generous. How could you, as a powerful person of high legendary status, be stingy about such a thing?"

Kotlin, who was standing aside, watched the exchange between Witt and Poredia, and a hint of envy appeared in his eyes.

Of course, he didn't envy Witt for having Poredia as a backer.

He just envied Witt's strong communication skills. However, envy was envy. If he really wanted him to learn to communicate with other dragons like Witt, he would never want to do it.

In comparison, he still liked the feeling of being a little transparent now.

He had friends, but they wouldn't easily disturb him from reading.

That was enough.

On the other side, Poredia glanced at Witt after hearing Witt's completely insincere flattery.

Then he walked to the side of the Cyclops, whose condition had stabilized, and took out various bottles and jars and poured them into his mouth.

Although Witt didn't know what exactly Poredia had injected, he was a pharmacist after all, and he could tell from the state of the Cyclops that Poredia had injected some potions that restricted his strength.

Ignoring all this, Witt turned his gaze to the busy Poredia, and after a slight hesitation, he asked with some expectation: "Poredia, speaking of it, the north of the Sykes continent..."

Before Witt finished asking, Poredia turned his head and looked at Witt with a strange face.

Poredia's abnormal behavior made Witt's heart beat hard, and he subconsciously stopped the question in his mouth and asked: "No?"

Hearing this, Poredia shook his head.

"That's not the case. How should I put it? When I was rushing to the north, you called me back!"

"..."