Lesatos left the library in a happy mood and returned to his beloved gem bed, waiting to hear the report.

Flamil held a piece of paper and said: "The loss of the semi-plane is as follows, the dimensional trap is damaged by 75%, the land collapses by 3%. Due to the low temperature, crops in the plains are necrotic, and basically no grains are harvested in this season. In order to maintain the flame cage of the gods, one-third of the conventional energy supply of the semi-plane is required..."

"Stop, stop, stop." Lesatos had a headache and grabbed the gold coins. "I just crawled out of the old pile of paper. I was not here to listen to your death, and talk about the gains."

The Demon Eye Supervisor took out the gold coins in his mouth with helpless expression and turned the paper over: "Except for the decay caused by the astral realm and the half-plane time flow, there are 32 enchantment weapons, equipment, 5 magical objects, dozens of materials with useful value, half a ton of divine rocks, but unfortunately only one piece containing immortal blood..."

"Where is the secret box?"

"It's opened. There is nothing surprising about the collection, scroll, and staff of ordinary high-priced mage specifications. It has been filled in the store. However, there is a strange thing that is very rare and the owner should use." Flamil took out the drip-shaped ornament from his mouth and handed it to the Golden Dragon.

After observing for a moment, Lesatos activated the strange object. The purple light dust condensed out of thin air, forming a translucent hexagonal portal square.

"[Akong Magic Window]?" Lesatus was shocked. This was the racial ability of the Saron monster, and it was never spread, let alone made into a strange thing.

The Salon monster is a well-known race in the Torrell universe, extremely high demons. They look like a black gel weighing 2 tons, with magical brilliance on their bodies. Three heads with bloody mouths extend from the gel body, with no organs except the mouth and nostrils, with a smooth skin. There are 9 arms and one eye in each palm. This neutral race has a long history and can be traced back to the beginning of chaos.

Every Salon monster can display [Akong Magic Window] at will. You can fight, cast spells and observe through the Magic Window. In short, you can fight the enemy, but the enemy cannot beat him.

Lesatos threw out a ball of [Dancing Light] at the rotating purple magic window. The ball of light entered the magic window and appeared from the position above Vramir's head and fell on the demon's eyes.

"A very clever imitation product basically reproduces the ability of the Salon monster. But it still has flaws. The Salon monster can summon three magic windows at the same time and can move. This one only has the ability to observe and sneak attack, and the enemy will stay away. It can be used twice a day, for 3 minutes each time. What is the origin of this mage?"

"I guess from the notes he left behind, it should be a semi-human and half-Salon monster, so he can make a sub-ankle pendant. But he is a mixed race..."

The Salon monster cannot transform itself, and other races cannot transform into the Salon monster. Therefore, to give birth to a mixed race, one must mate the body, humans and the colloids of three heads...

[[[CP|W:400|H:502|A:L|U:http://file2./chapters/201311/1/2999853635189043096896250965054.jpg]]]] The master and servant shivered at the same time, it was too heavy.

The butler who is good at understanding the dragon's will immediately change the topic: "Master, it's been nearly a month since our magic store has not been officially opened yet, and we will first place a purchase of weapons. This is not OK."

"The defense battle should be coming to an end. You can finalize the transaction details today and bring a batch of weapons there.

Flamil was anxious: "Why are you still selling weapons? If you really want to feed the army, humans will be afraid of being beaten, and the elves' demand for us will be greatly reduced. Isn't the Kaguchi Stone not getting it? The plan of the Mage Tower will be stranded?"

"Do you think that humans will be timid if they lose this battle? Wrong, let alone defeat, even if they are completely wiped out, the supporters behind the Ear-Brokeners Guild will promote a larger-scale invasion. For nearly 80 years, the Southeast human forces' business groups were as hungry as the young widow, and they found new points of interest and would not retreat because of bloodshed. The lives of those cannon fodders were worthless."

"New interests? What is it?"

Lesatos said deeply: "Of course..."

"Unicorn!" The slave-catching man who had half his teeth knocked out smiled madly, "I have seen that my brother was trampled to death by a white-skinned beast. I have information, why should I tell you?"

In a camp outside the forest, the questioner pinched his fists and said, "After I knocked down all your teeth, you will know the reason."

"Come on! Bitch, who is afraid?" The slave-catching spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. "There are no cowards in the forest. My brothers are dead. I am the only one left. If I can't even save the information I earned with my life, am I still a fucking man!"

"You are looking for death!" asked and swung his fist, but was pinched by a strong and powerful, rough hand.

"Mot, back." The inquirer Mot respectfully moved away. An old face with a ravine ravine appeared in front of the slave catcher. His light-watered light skin could tell at a glance that he was a person who had been living in the rainforest for many years. The old man held his pipe in his mouth and his short hair with a messy head, which looked exactly like the mud legs in the field. However, those creepy eyes were like two ice cones, pierced directly into his mind.

The slave hunter was stared at by sharp eyes for a few minutes, and cold sweat dripped out. He told himself not to be afraid, not to be afraid.

The old man suddenly spitted his eyes on the man's face, and he screamed in fear.

Amid the laughter, he felt that his passion and toughness were half less.

The old man spoke in a soft voice: "What's your name?"

"Thorn, Thorn Fox, the title I gave myself."

"Okay Mr. Thorn Fox, do you know who I am?"

"I know, you are a pike. The most powerful slave-catching leader of the broken ears, who has been in and out of the forest for decades. All those who want you to die are dead, and you are still alive. But... I'm not afraid of you."

"Have the courage to tell me how your brother died."

"I..." The sting fox originally wanted to grit his teeth and say to kill me. You can't think of anything about a unicorn. But the topic turned to his brother...

"We were originally ambushed in the bushes, and Larry was suddenly shot to death, and then... Then the white-haired beast rushed out, Geer shouted that I should run away quickly, and before he finished speaking, he was stabbed by a sharp corner, and little Moni, who was trampled on his head... Woo woo..."

The thorn fox was less confident every time he said it, and later he completely collapsed and burst into tears and sobbed.

The old dogfish had no change in his face and interrupted, "Please offer, how much does it cost."

"What?" The sting fox didn't react.

"Don't you want to sell it to the Ear-Broken Guild with your intelligence? It's the same for me, so let's go."

The topic changed too quickly, and the prickly fox who was led by the nose didn't know what to guard against. "Two hundred...no, three hundred razor coins."

"For you." The dogfish threw a bag of gold coins. The bright wealth made the thorn fox unbelievable. It was so easy?

"You can tell me the information to take away the money, do some small business from now on, and forget everything in the forest. Whether it is Larry, Geer or Little Moni, they will never have anything to do with you anymore. You don't have to worry about how to take revenge, because those dead people will have nothing to do with you in the future."

The prick fox was dumbfounded and speechless.

"You think about it, I'll wait next to you." The pike walked aside, and Mot immediately brought the chair over and filled the old man with tobacco leaves.

The thorn fox held the gold coins, and even the child could see the struggle on his face. For half an hour, the bandits under the pirates were impatient, but no one dared to go up and disturb the smoking old man.

"Ba." The sting fox threw the gold coins to the old man, and knelt down and said, "Boss Pigfish, if I exchange my brother's life for these gold coins, I will never have a good sleep in the rest of my life. You are the best hunter in the Southeast Alliance. As long as you are willing to take me and let me kill that beast to take revenge, don't talk about intelligence, you can give your life."

The old dogfish sucked a mouthful of cigarettes and sniffed: "I still lack a tent to carry it."

"Okay! As long as I take revenge, I can eat shit!"

"You go first, let's talk about the information separately tonight."

The thorn fox walked away happily. Mott looked admiring: "Old man, you are so awesome. Not only did you get information for free, but you even kidnapped people to work as a coolie. How did you know he would do this?"

"Haha." Pigfish extinguished her pipe and said calmly: "The reason why a strong person is strong is that he has faith in his heart. His belief is brotherhood, and it is easy to deal with it if he sees it through."

"What if the kid chooses money and leaves?"

"It means that his toughness is just a temporary appearance and his heart is fragile. You can knock off his other half of his teeth with your fist. The money and intelligence are mine."

Mot left with satisfaction, and he felt that he had learned a lot.

The old man turned his head and looked at the sky in the forest of Tiya, silent. Pigfish was originally the title of his grandfather. At that time, he was thirteen years old and was playing chores in the slave hunting team. Forty years have passed, and everyone called him Pigfish in awe, but his original name has faded. As the longest-lived slave hunting leader, the number of elves he has passed by has exceeded three digits.

The Tiya Forest is his life and his battlefield. As time erodes, the ambition is wiped out, and simple slave hunting can no longer find pleasure. It was not until the rumors of unicorns spread throughout the forest that the pike felt that life had a goal again.
Chapter completed!