There are colors hanging on everyone, and they look scary with blood dripping.

Ivey still decided to join, because this kind of mercenary usually has 30 people in each team, and there is no reduction in combat personnel, so it seems pretty reliable.

For the group, it is a matter of luck to encounter a monster attack, and the ability to fight without losing staff is a matter of ability.

"Brothers, can I join in?"

"No." One of the triangular eyes said coldly.

"We are a fixed team, the staffing is enough, this brother is very considerate." Another older middle-aged man explained.

Hehe these two words were swallowed into the stomach.

It was because he was too abrupt. In the perilous jungle, a lone mercenary could not receive trust, especially a team with a tacit understanding of the other side.

He didn't say much, nodded and left.

Ivey walked far away and the team is still discussing him.

"This guy, where did he come out? Isn't it a spy sent by another team?"

"I don't see it. Judging from the nuances of his behavior, this person doesn't have much experience in field mercenaries, especially in teamwork..."

"Should be a lone ranger, not weak?"

"You also know?"

"The weak are all dead. Don't believe in luck too much. Luck can save you once, and you have to rely on yourself for the remaining 99 times."

"That said, our Sun Mercenary Corps..."

Ivey found a big tree, leaned on it, took off his shoes, poured some fine stone chips, and rubbed his swollen feet and calves.

He dumped abruptly to the side, just avoiding a poisonous snake biting him.

The snake flew out of the crown of the tree diagonally above like an arrow, and bit the trunk of the big tree.

Ivey swiftly waved his right hand, and an arc of silver light cut the snake from the neck.

The fallen body writhed crazily on the ground, and Ivey got up and left for fear of getting blood.

"Bug!"

Suddenly a cry of sorrow came from the tree canopy,

"You killed my bugs, I fought with you!"

A sturdy man with a fox fur skirt wore a fierce aura. He swung a stone axe to drive the majestic earth magic aura, and slammed him hard.

If it is smashed this time, keep him into a pile of flesh and blood, even the beast will not eat it.

Ivey took his life first and used the wind magic to escape. He exerted force under his feet without allowing him to flash sideways. His body had lost his balance and he fell obliquely behind the big man.

In a hurry, waved and slashed, only too late to add a simple wind blade magic.

The sword was fast and urgent, the angle was tricky, and the man's upper arm was scratched.

A burst of blood shot, a big opening, a full centimeter deep.

Damn it!

Are all the muscles of this guy rock?

Probably not, the rock is not so hard!

The big man felt the pain, took two steps backwards and opened his posture, showing a fierce look, preparing for a new attack.

His whole body is like cast copper and iron, exuding the light of metal.

Combining his previous affinity with earth magic, Ivey guessed that this guy should be a way of extracting gold magic forging from earth magic.

However, now is not the time to study this.

Whoever wants to kill me, I will kill him!

The head of the poisonous snake that attacked him was still biting the trunk, and there was still some time before he died.

The big tree withered visible to the naked eye, it was too poisonous.

He looked at the big man with murderous intent.

In addition to Warcraft, the natives in this castle forest are also a key point of consuming cannon fodder, right?

The big man's breathing became more and more serious. With his breathing, the blood vessels on his body swelled up like blue-purple earthworms, and the muscles creaked, like stones squeezed together. He took a long breath, suddenly anxious. Rushed.

The huge stone axe danced like a fingertip spinning top, which was entirely the work of a berserker.

On the ground, the vast earth breath rose and merged into his body, and the wound on his arm had recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's too abnormal, if a group of dead men charge, it would be really hard to handle.

A black line surged in Ivey's pulse, spreading to the sword, dangling, one after another black nodes, like nails, changing the sword's attack power.

Ivey maintained it carefully to avoid breaking the blade.

Damn it, next time I have to change to a better sword, pretend to be too many, as a warning.

The big man waved the toy in his hand casually, and he combined the thickness of the earth and the lightness of the wind to the best of his ability, lifting the weight lightly like a dance of the earth wind.

"The wrath of the wild god, the law: the emperor and the earth."

Who said that barbarians must be stupid?

When Ivey's strength was found to be stronger than he expected, this sneak attack was already brewing, and his closeness and momentum were covered by him in a naive manner. The real killer move, long-lost magic surging out at this moment.

In an instant, several yellow dragons appeared in the heavens and the earth, the earth system formed the dragon body, the wind system formed the auspicious clouds, and the shuttle danced and blocked all the gaps in Ivy's Zhoutian.

Those dragon heads are all axes, and I don't know how he did it.

Ivey only felt that the sky had become vast and majestic, as if angered by his little bug; the earth had become thick and vast, as if to exclude him from the world.

The anger is robbed, the soul is dispelled~lightnovelpub.net~ The corner of the barbarian's mouth shows the victor's grin.

Then his smile condensed on his face, his neck was like a rusty bearing, and Caracalla looked down at the hole in his chest.

The axe had fallen to the ground, and all the dragons had their heads beheaded.

The will of the Empress and Empress flinched and slowly collapsed.

There is no pain in his eyes, only horror and suspicion:

Where is this person sacred?

The person the high priest wanted to kill was really no small thing.

His last thought accompanied him and fell into the dust.

With a boom, the last full stop was drawn.

This physical fitness is so good, Ivey had an inexplicable idea.

If this corpse was sold to the Night God, would it be a good price?

Damn, I'm really in the late stage of an occupational disease.

He walked to the snake's head and wanted to collect a few drops of venom to study it, or apply it on the sword to increase its lethality?

However, his zipper opened.

A small head was exposed in the backpack, the wings were smoothly attached to his back, and he slammed, picking up the snake's head and making a sound, eating satisfied.

Hey, you weird kitten, so good.

There are many small castles scattered in the forest, and Ivey will see one soon. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the carved stone walls, plated with golden.

Withered grass swaying in the breeze, Ivey stepped on them, carefully reading the runes on the wall.

After watching for a long time, he sighed softly:

"Oh, I don't know the words."

I searched the castle casually, and there was nothing left in it, it was cleaner than a dog's bones.

So I had to go angrily.

It seems that I have to speed up, otherwise these grandsons won't even give me soup.