The Emerald Tower

The cold negative energy overflows with a touch that only Dean can feel; the feeling is like holding a beating ice cube in your arms. This taste is for any normal person. , Are absolutely uncomfortable, and Dean is the same.

However, in order to cover up, he still took off the armor of the bandit leader in front of him casually, and checked for other gains-[Demon Blood Dagger] This kind of magic weapon with obvious special functions, if possible, Dean is not willing to share with others.

After all, this dagger full of evil, its special function is really shocking, and this is doomed to users will be misunderstood, no matter what your purpose, you will be inseparable from evil, and the gods are concerned with such evil The people or things in the world are spared no effort to hunt down and destroy them.

　　 In Vauban, the influence of the religion is not the greatest, but it is not small.

　　 In fact, all over Goedz, except for the white nights, there will be the presence of the gods everywhere, just more or less.

　　 Therefore, the current Dean will never choose to fight the gods.

　　 The hatred of both parties cannot be avoided.

　　 But, Dean still has reason.

Dean endured the icy cold when the negative energy between his chest and abdomen was filled, and squatted there silently. After the rest of the militia in the cave had emptied all the food and other materials, Dean dragged the corpse again and chose one to take a look from the outside. At the corner where I couldn't see at all, he took out the [Devil Blood Dagger].

　　 A ray of scarlet light appeared on the twisted cutting edge, as if it was alive, it was throbbing.

　　 And Dean held it straight at the end of the handle, and inserted the blade that twisted like a goat horn into the corpse in front of him-silently, the blade of the dagger went straight into it.

　　 Then, the negative energy that was originally full was rapidly attenuating at this moment, and the breath of sulfur became more and more intense.

When he smelled the smell of sulfur, Dean had already determined that this [Devil Blood Dagger] had something to do with hell. Even if it didn’t come from, it was from a certain devil’s hand; after all, only items that were contaminated by the devil. Will have the smell of sulfur.

　　 As for the devil?

　　The existence of these chaos is more of a feeling of cold as ice but fiery as fire, in short, it is like their own chaos.

　　 hum!

In the slight tremor, the [Devil Blood Dagger] inserted into the corpse seemed to wake up from sleep. The scarlet that was originally limited to the blade was almost instantly covered with the body of the half-barbarian robber leader. Then, the corpse, which was far stronger than normal humans, began to shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　 It was almost just two breaths, leaving only a dry skeleton.

　　 Not only flesh and blood, but even the skin was swallowed by this evil dagger—and from beginning to end, Dean looked at everything in front of him calmly.

　　 For the devouring of [Devil Blood Dagger], he had already prepared.

　　 As for doing so, will there be conscientious condemnation?

　　 If the object is changed to someone else, Dean may have it, but for this half-barbarian robber leader, Dean is at ease.

　　 After all, the innocent person who died in the hands of the other party was enough to bear such retribution.

Of course, Dean also admits the evil of [Devil Blood Dagger], but in order to increase strength in the short term, even if it is evil, Dean will not mind-he will not deliberately distort a fact, nor Will shirk for myself.

　　 And the only thing Dean can do is to keep himself from deviating from his heart: not to use this dagger against innocent people.

　　【+0.02 Strength】

When everything subsided, such a prompt appeared on Dean’s character panel. Dean was not surprised by this. Siebul’s power is obvious to all. It’s not surprising that it has reached the'knight level'. 'In terms of conversion, the power of 0.02 is just right for one percent of it.

As the prompt on the Dean character panel appeared, [Demon Blood Dagger] returned to normal again, the negative energy was all restrained, and the scarlet on the blade disappeared, as if he was falling asleep again; and Di En once again put the [Devil Blood Dagger] into his arms, and smashed the bones in front of him forcefully.

In fact, the bones of the half-barbarian robber leader SIBUR are as if they have gone through a hundred years of wind and frost. They are extremely fragile. Dean did not take any effort to make these bones become bone meal in the same place. The soil in the wet part was stirred and covered, and even the best tracker in Vauban couldn't find the problem.

Carrying the deformed armor, Dean walked out of the cave. At this time, the battlefield was not cleaned up. The militiamen were still busy. In fact, the extra food and other materials became the focus of the militiamen. Subject; they have simply bundled the grains and put them on the horseback.

　　 However, it is clear that their horses are not enough, and one third of the food and other supplies are set aside.

　　 "Ike, give up the extra food!"

　　 Dean gave the order very simply.

　　 "But, commander, this is food..."

　　 The thin militia captain was obviously reluctant.

"We have reached the border of the dense snow forest. Although we are still far from the core area here, I don’t know how much, but it is undeniable that this is a robber’s den — you can guarantee that after you carry so much food Can you cope with a sudden attack? Or... Do you still have the energy to cope? We return to our outpost, but it takes more than thirty kilometers!"

　　 Dean patted his own militia captain, and did not continue, and the clever latter did not need Dean to raise another point.

　　 With a reluctant sigh, the thin captain of the militia signaled his subordinates to give up food and supplies that horses cannot bear.

　　Although the young militiamen are a little bit reluctant to give up, they have also heard Dean's words before. After comparing and choosing, giving up has become the best choice.

　　 However, even if it is giving up, it is not the kind of simply giving up.

Dean looked at his militia captain and hid the remaining food and supplies in the cave again, and couldn't help shaking his head-although there are many hidden places inside the cave, there are only two exits, and , Only a dozen people are needed, and if you search carefully, there will be no secrets here.

　　 For the snowy forest border with many bandits, a dozen people are obviously not uncommon. There is no need for those notorious bandit groups. Some small bandit groups are enough to complete such a task.

　　 Therefore, Ike’s behavior is useless at all.

　　 However, Dean didn't say much this time; after all, everything needs to be experienced before he can understand the difference.

　　 When the thin militia captain finished everything, and the other militia captain reported nothing abnormal, Dean led the two militia groups on their way home.

　　 Different from the trembling when they came, the militiamen who have won at this moment all have their own smiles, and a few have even discussed the reward of the baron.

　　The militiamen stopped until Xiron’s shout stopped, rushing intently, and guarding the surroundings.

　　 In response, Dean nodded with satisfaction, and then shook his head helplessly.

　　Satisfaction is naturally for Xiron, a young man with a ‘knightly qualification’.

　　 Helpless, it is for the members of the Knights at this moment-they may not have any malice, but they cannot become the soldiers Dean needs.

　　 At least, except for a few people, most of the rest are inappropriate.

　　 But, even if it is inappropriate, Dean is one of the few people in his hands.

　　 "The source of troops must be supplemented!"

　　 This kind of thought has appeared before ~www.readwn.com~ However, it was temporarily shelved because of Dean's follow-up plan, and now Dean remembered it again.

　　 Obviously, the best sources of troops in Tyre are naturally those excellent hunters.

It’s just that, in the same way, it’s definitely not a simple matter to invite the other party to join. After all, as the best hunters, they are almost the leaders of the hunting teams, although they are not in the true sense. The position is high and powerful, but after each hunt, it is also a kind of harvest.

　　 Simple inducements do not work at all.

　　 As for paying a higher price?

　　 is obviously not suitable for Dean at the moment. What he needs is a group of soldiers who can recruit, not greedy mercenaries; once such a trend spreads in the barracks, it is obviously not conducive to future development.

　　 After putting aside the excellent batch, what is left is some less excellent ones.

　　 It takes quite a long time to turn these less excellent ones into excellent ones.

　　It just so happens that all Dean needs is time—after all, the Blood Moon War will not wait for Dean to prepare before starting.

　　 In the end, the problem returned to the original point again, and Dean, who was sitting on the horse, couldn’t help but let out a long sigh——

　　 "Time, Kimpton..."

　　 Dean muttered in a low voice, while looking for feasible plans in Dean's mind.

　　 PS Sanjiang is now~~~ Decadent, asking for support~~~ Rolling all over, asking for support~~~