Shaking his numb palm, a look of solemnity flashed across Master Shan's face. This was the first time he faced off against a hard-shell siege on his own. He didn't expect the opponent's defense to be so strong. He remembered that the last time they encountered him, they weren't so tough.

"Is it improved again?" Looking at the shiny, slightly dented hard shell, the corners of Shan Ye's eyes twitched slightly, and he attacked again.

After almost killing each other, the deformed brothers first noticed the situation on Master Shan's side.

There was a slight sneer on the wrinkled facial features, and the pointed little head poked out the back: "That's all." The Thorn Shaman next to him ignored this guy, looked at the mountain master with burning eyes, narrowed his pupils, and pounced on one of them.

Hard-shelled siege attacker.

The deformed brothers clashed their fists against each other, throwing out a burst of lightning. Their thick legs were bent, their bodies were lying on the ground, and they shot out. This attack allowed the brother behind him to see the attack route clearly.

Ma En's body was distorted, and the dark red stripes all over his body were a little darker. The ground was full of half-demon howling in agony. Seeing that Shan Ye could not attack for a long time, Ma En rolled his eyes and his body trembled slightly.

Scattered into a stripe, it also shot towards a hard-shelled siege attacker.

The killing speed here was extremely fast. It was not until this moment that the soldiers on the city wall realized that the nightmarish half-demon brigade had actually been intercepted and killed a hundred meters in front of the city wall.

When the two monsters saw that the half-demon was not standing, they immediately stood aside, alert to the surrounding movements.

The deformed brother clenched his fists, which were covered with a large piece of dense lightning, and hit a hard shell hard. Feeling the trembling of the hard shell under his fists, the deformed brother immediately showed a hint of pride.

After trembling for a moment, before the deformed brother could continue to attack, the hard shell suddenly erupted with a large amount of thunder. "Boom!" The thunder was more shining and denser than the deformed brother, and it violently blew the deformed brother away.

The thorn shaman squirmed with the green thorns. He tied up a hard shell tightly, and heard a squeezing sound in his ears. The thorn shaman narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the slightly deformed hard shell with no fluctuation in his eyes.

In the middle, there was a flash of solemnity. After taking a few steps back, the Thorn Shaman stood upright with his staff, protected by large thorn strips.

Facts have proven that caution is always right.

Contracting and expanding, the hard shell instantly burst through the thorns, and at the same time, there were several nozzles on the flanks. A large amount of extremely low-temperature cold air was sprayed out, freezing the surrounding ground into large swaths of solid ice.

Among the three, only Ma En, the skinner, was the smoothest. In a twist of his body, he was already entangled with a hard shell. Before the opponent could use his slow method, Ma En shrank and transformed into stripes.

.Slip through the cracks in the hard shell and get inside.

"Ah~!!!" The hard shell got into Ma En for a moment, then howled crazily, rolled and hit the rocks, and tried to scratch its body with both hands, but it was useless.

After wailing for a while, the hard-shell stopped moving spasmodically. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

There were six hard shells in total. By the time Mr. Shan smashed one to death with brute force, Ma En had already destroyed three of them. The deformed brothers were entangled with one of them, but before they could kill it, they were struck by the opponent's lightning.

His whole body was charred and black, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Seeing that he had no choice but to harden his shell, the thorn shaman could only wrap himself in thorn strips and wait for others to come along and help kill him.

After struggling to smash the opponent's head that was shrunk in the hard shell, the belated system prompt finally sounded.

"Ding! Kill the elite hard-shell siege and gain 287 experience points!"

"Ding! Get an equipment recovery ring and an intermediate acceleration scroll!"

After taking a look at the battle situation, Ma En had already gone over to help the Thorn Shaman kill the enemy. Seeing how excited he was, it seemed like there was nothing wrong with him.

The chest and mouth opened again. Even if the opponent's genes collapsed, Shan Ye's brand new chest and mouth were not afraid.

"Ding! Evil Devouring is activated! It consumes 20 experience points!"

"Ding! Get a 0.1 point physical bonus!"

It smells weird, with a metallic taste.

With Shan Ye and Ma En joining in, the two hard shells were quickly killed. Of course, at Shan Ye's strong request, he was the last one to take action.

"Ding! Kill the elite hard shell and gain 834 experience points!"

"Ding! Get a bottle of repair oil and a healing guard!"

Repair Oil: Can repair mechanical units and restore durability and injuries.

Walking up to a few people with a smile on his face, Mr. Shan first threw out three bundles of low-level treatment and mana potions, and then said: "This is the reward. When I have the equipment suitable for you, you will be indispensable."

Ma En took the potion with a smile, flipped his wrist, and put it away. To Ma En, it didn't matter whether he killed the half-demon or not. The skin that can enhance the power of the Skinner has been taken away by him long ago and is now lying on the ground.

They are all a "naked" group of low-level half-demon people.

The deformed brother still somewhat resented Shan Ye's blackmail, but the anger on his face was no longer so obvious. The current Shan Ye was obviously much stronger than in the underground world. The deformed brother asked himself that he was no longer the opponent of Shan Ye and was being blackmailed.

I can only recognize it by pinching my nose.

The Thorn Shaman still had a gloomy face, but the hostility in his body had also diminished a lot.

After exchanging a few words, Master Shan did not dare to delay. He waved his meat hook and walked towards the half-demons who could barely move and the three shells that were crippled by Ma En with a grin.

"Ding! Kill a lot of half-demons and shells and get 9780 experience points!"

"Ding! Obtained 32 pieces of common equipment, 6 scrolls, and 4 bundles of potions,"

"Ding! The remaining experience points are 24,900 points!"

He looked at the experience value with joy and held a delicate animal skin drum in his big hand.

War Song Drum: The attack power of friendly troops within 90 meters around the wearer increases by 10%. There is no overlay effect and cannot be used together with the command aura.

Carrying an animal skin snare drum on his waist, Shanye Shi Shiran walked up to a few people and waved away some good equipment.

"Ding! Materialize 6 pieces of equipment and consume 600 experience points!"

Six pieces of equipment shimmering with cold magic, two pieces for each person, distributed fairly.

Ma En caressed the two pieces of magic equipment, with a little surprise in his eyes: "You are so generous, this is magic equipment!" There is no spiritual brand, and there are no restrictions on use. Although the attributes were deliberately lowered by at least half by Master Shan, it still allowed only

With two or three pieces of magic equipment, Ma En was so happy that he couldn't even see his eyes.

You know, for these pieces of magic equipment, Ma En can save up for several years, whether by cleverness or robbery. Now he only helped kill hundreds of low-level half-demon people and got the equipment. Ma En can't help but let

I took another look at the fat man in front of me.

The expressions of the deformed brother and the thorn shaman were more complicated. The other party first received the potion, and now even the equipment can be used by others. The two looked at each other and immediately wiped away any thoughts of revenge in their hearts.

Shan Ye thought for a while and threw the seeds he extorted from the Thorn Shaman to the other party: "We are now friends, and I'll give it back to you!" He said it generously, but in fact, Shan Ye couldn't use these seeds.

Although the effect of the technique can be known, if there is no planting and driving method, it is equivalent to blindness.

Seeing the seeds thrown over by the other party, the Thorn Shaman's eyes lit up, and the thorns at the tree roots rolled around, and the seeds were in his hands.

After carefully looking at the lost seeds, the Thorn Shaman's expressionless dead face finally showed a hard smile: "We will be friends from now on!" His voice was hoarse, but there was a hint of sincerity.

Not to mention anything else, Shanye's potions and equipment are worth the shaman's investment in friendship.

The deformed brother looked at Mr. Shan eagerly, his two big fists nervously rubbing together, his slender eyes full of expectation.

Shanye accidentally obtained the golden hammer from the gray dwarf leader. Later, when he blackmailed the deformed brother, the other party actually threw him a silver hammer of almost the same style and size.

Shan Ye concluded at that time that this short hammer was not just a weapon.

So he waved to the deformed brother alone, and the two chatted secretly for a while. The deformed brother had several bundles of potions and an energy pendant in his hand.

Sighing dejectedly, the deformed brother put away these things, rolled his little eyes, and said what he knew: "This short hammer is a treasure passed down from generation to generation of our Hammer Tribe." After a pause, he came to the point.

The father listened carefully, and the deformed brother continued: "But the village has experienced several major disasters and relocations. Now, no one knows the reason why this silver hammer is kept!" As he said this, the deformed brother showed a little regret in his eyes.

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Now that he has collected two short hammers, Mr. Shan is ready to find time to explore the secrets of these short hammers.

"Ding! The detection technique consumes 30 experience points!"

"Ding! The detection technique failed!"

With a slight sigh, Master Shan took his attention away from the two short hammers and walked towards a few people.

As if they noticed that the battle here was over, bursts of cheers and applause came from the city wall. From a hidden mountain road nearby, more than thirty people with white silk arms slowly and vigilantly walked out.

Shan Ye raised his eyebrows and showed a big smile on his face: "Resistance Army!" He strode over, the smile on Shan Ye's face slowly faded, and there was a little doubt between his brows: "Are you the resistance army?" His voice was clear.

I was somewhat unsure, because almost all of the thirty people in front of me were strangers.

Seeing Shan Ye coming, everyone had already alertly summoned the two monsters that had just run rampant in the demi-demon team, and looked at Shan Ye nervously. Even though Shan Ye called out their identities, they were still very cautious.

Mr. Shan frowned slightly and tried to look non-hostile: "I'm Major Sam. How are Dali and Maka?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in shock. Dali and Maka were indeed high-ranking members of the resistance, but they had never heard of Sam's name.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Master Shan immediately slapped his fat face in annoyance, recalling that he was controlled by Green Arrow, and in the eyes of Dali and others, he should be dead.

"I don't mean any harm. I know Dali and Maka, as well as Emel and Camus!" As a last resort, Mr. Shan could only name a few people.
Chapter completed!