Abyss Knight

“What you know is the Ox Head Man with three golden rings on his arms. Well, speaking of which they are not biological brothers either, but you should know that they are of the same race, and they served here. For a long time, there were no suitable women, so they were united together. Hehe! It is sad and helpless. Their feelings are very good, but I don’t know if they will continue to be better after they die.” The old doctor sighed. With a sound, three golden rings were pulled out of his arms and threw them to Kukas, saying: “It might be helpful to you if you put it on your arm. There are three more to put on.”

“Really?” The old doctor’s explanation made Kukas unacceptable for a while, but the facts are facts, and even if they escape, they will not change anything. “What’s the use of this thing?”

“It can slowly restore your physical strength, Battle Qi, and magical power. Well, there may be other effects, but I don’t at all study it in depth, so I don’t know Now, if there is an opportunity, you can ask those Ox Head Man to go, they may know.” The old doctor continued to heal the wounds of other professionals while talking. “These rings are extremely strong, with the faith of the Ox Head Man on them. There are no powerful magic props. Don’t even think about splitting them.”

Kukas didn’t hesitate too much, he just took six Bring the gold and silver ring to his arm. These gold and silver rings were fitted on his arm and were the right size. After waiting for them, a faint flow of heat radiated from the ring, and then penetrated into his body, recovering all his consumption extremely slowly.

The wounded were almost dealt with. Some professionals began to pour fierce fire oil on the corpses, and then piled enough firewood next to them to prepare for ignition. The few remaining priests looked solemn and began to give etiquette to the dead.

No matter which Spiritual God the deceased believed in during their lifetime, they were all piled up together. After three different ceremonies were over, they were all consumed by the raging fire. Soon their bodies turned into fly ash and were blown away by the cold wind, scattered in this weird polar ice sheet, never to return to the mainland forever.

“Everyone, we should leave here and go to another camp to take a break. Now but with us, it is difficult to resist the next revenge.” Among the remaining professionals, the highest status is It was an alchemist, he looked at Kukas sadly and they made such a suggestion.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we can leave here. We didn’t get the order, so we absolutely can’t leave here.” An elf turned to look at his clansman and said solemnly: “Even death, We are going to die here, because this is where we are stationed. If you want to leave, I wonder if you can help us repair our weapons?”

“We will not leave either, the order we got It is to guard this camp. As long as all of us have not died, we will never leave here. Until reinforcements arrive or we get new orders.” Another group of people muttered in a low voice.

“Well, no one is going to leave here?” The alchemist not at all felt any embarrassment. He stood in the middle of everyone, looking at Kukas with a serious face and they asked loudly stand up.

“Yes, I believe that absolutely no one wants to leave here.” The masked fifth-order divine bow suddenly stood up loudly and said. The leather jacket on his body was a little damaged, and it was stained with a lot of blood, and he didn’t know it was his or the enemy.

“Then start repairing the camp, and then wait for the Smet’s revenge!” The alchemist took a deep breath loudly said: “I will not leave here until I get a new order. Will leave. I know there are some mercenaries here, so now the mercenaries tell me, do you decide to leave or stay here?”

“Stay here, is our silver mercenary group not Will leave here.” A handsome youngster loudly said: “Our mission is to come here to kill people. Since we can go to kill people in other places, why can’t we kill people here?”

A few people from the mercenary group came out and said that they would not leave here. This series of changes left Kukas wondering how to make a choice. Normally, he must leave here now, because the guards in this camp are not one third of the normal ones, and most people are exhausted. If the Smets attack again, it is estimated that few of them will survive.

But he knows that if he leaves now, it is equally unsafe to go to other places. On this polar ice sheet, death is always with them. Just now he opened the mission scroll and checked it carefully, and found that the number of red dots on the scroll was 20% less than before the battle. The remaining red dots were almost all gathered together, and there were almost no red dots acting alone. Mission scrolls.

“Okay! I will stay too.” Kukas Shrugged made the final decision: “But before that, what I want to ask is, is there any spirits in this camp? Those Fruit wine and red wine are really tasteless.”

“Of course, there are a lot of spirits stored in each camp, and these spirits are rewards for the survivors.” The alchemist laughed on the side. get up heartily. He motioned for the two soldiers to enter the house in the central area of ​​the camp, where an altar of specially sealed spirits was buried. The storage technology of these spirits is very good. In the fierce battle just now, only a small part was broken due to the earth shaking, and the others were preserved.

The mellow taste of spirits wafted in the air. More than a hundred professionals drank spirits frantically. Even some spellcasters gave up red wine and sipped some spirits to relax. There was still a strong smell of blood in the air, which was mixed with the smell of spirits, and it smelled quite strange.

The fifth-order divine bow hand did not drink. He quietly leaned on a log and plucked his bowstring. The bowstring trembled, and bursts of melodious tones rang from the bowstring. Motivated by this music, Kukas drank two full jars of spirits before stopping.

Perhaps because of the spirits, or for other reasons, he only felt hot all over, so he took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of shorts made of lesser dragon leather.

The alchemist made some tools for digging earth and rocks. He picked one at random and began to dig in the camp. Under his brute force, the frozen soil was shoveled down like soft bread, and then piled together. After mixing the snow and the powder specially formulated by the alchemist, it formed a low wall.