Two kilometers away, Morton cautiously headed towards the Colosseum.
His eyes flashed with a greedy and cruel green light in the dim light, like an old wolf tracking the blood of its injured prey.
After experiencing an almost humiliating defeat and escaping from the guard tower, Morton felt the same terrifying pressure as Roy. It can even be said that he was able to escape in the end, to a certain extent, thanks to the sudden...
The coming red devil's blessing.
When Roy returned to the guard tower, Morton sneaked out of the demon's encirclement.
At that time, he had already seen the terrifying red figure, and his only thought was to find a place to hide and survive until the disaster was over.
However, at the last moment, what he saw made him change his mind. The red devil was actually injured!
When he saw Leo turning around and running away, with the demon pursuing him in fury, Morton followed him without hesitation.
The snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman gets the benefit.
This Eastern proverb has always been the motto of mercenaries.
Carefully walking through a small forest, Morton quickened his pace. It seemed that the gathering of humans had attracted all the demons. Along the way, he rarely encountered wandering demon teams. Because of this
, he can always keep his eye on the target.
However, as the movements increased, the pain from the wounds on the body became more severe.
Morton's expression was a little ferocious.
Such pain did not make him feel painful, but filled him with a kind of bloodthirsty excitement.
Thanks to the black-haired boy, Morton suffered the most humiliating defeat in his life. Not only was he scarred, but the entire exploration team of the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group, which totaled more than 200 people, was completely wiped out, ruining many years of exploration in one fell swoop.
Painstaking efforts to recruit and cultivate elite forces!
This was a fatal blow to both Morton himself and the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group.
This means that the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group has actually degenerated from a super mercenary group into an ordinary large-scale mercenary group.
If it were another mercenary group, there might be another chance. But for the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group, which was currently at war with the Ice Star Mercenary Group and had countless blood debts on their shoulders, this would be tantamount to a disaster.
Morton knew very well that no opponent would miss the opportunity to add insult to injury.
Even now, he could almost foresee the outcome of groups of opponents rushing forward like wolves and tearing the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group into pieces.
And without the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group, Morton himself is just a lost dog.
Wealth, power... everything he has now will be lost in the pursuit and humiliation of his opponents.
Morton hated Leo with all his heart.
If given the chance, he would definitely torture this kid to death using the most cruel methods, making him spend every second before his death in pain and regret.
Originally, Morton thought this opportunity was slim. But what he didn't expect was that at this moment, his fate took a big turn.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity fell in front of him like a huge pie.
And this opportunity not only allowed him to complete his revenge, but also gave him a gift that would make even the most powerful man in the world jealous.
A level 12 demon!
While running, Morton's heartbeat was so fast that he could even hear it.
In the eyes of human adventurers, the abyss is a place that contains countless wealth, opportunities and crises. There are countless treasure-filled abyss beasts, various specialty minerals, plants and other special products such as fire essence, black mithril,
Treasures such as the ten thousand year old demonized wood, the source of lava, etc.
However, if you want to obtain all of this, the devil is the biggest obstacle.
After being killed, this kind of thing will turn into a puddle of black mud, with no use at all. But as the masters of the abyss, they are everywhere. Their bloodthirsty instinct makes them regard adventurers as prey.
, one after another, endlessly annoying.
If it is not necessary, no adventurer is willing to fight the devil, because it will gain nothing except consuming fighting spirit or magic power.
However, this situation will change drastically after the demon is promoted to level nine and reaches the fifth level.
The ninth level demon is the dividing line between demons.
At this level, demons not only have intelligence comparable to that of humans and other races, but also, as their spiritual intelligence opens, their bodies will also undergo corresponding changes.
After being killed, they will turn into black mud. However, this black mud contains a lot of abyss power and demonic essence. As long as it is sealed in a metal container within a prayer time, it can be used.
The preparation, forging and refining of magic potions.
In the human world, this level of black mud has another name: demon.
Especially the magic essence of demons above level 11, every drop is a priceless treasure.
Moreover, these magic spirits are divided into different parts. Different positions have different values. The most precious head magic spirit cannot be bought even if you have money. Only the super strong people with the strongest strength and the most distinguished status are qualified to possess it.
If you don't have enough strength, you can't keep it even if you get it.
However, it is not easy to obtain the eleventh level magic spirit.
For decades, very few people have dared to explore the sixth level of the abyss.
That is an area that only a very few super strong people dare to tread carefully.
Although Moton is also in the holy realm, he only has thirty steps on the ladder and the power of the three-level rules. Taking risks on the sixth level is simply courting death. Moreover, in the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group, his strength is already top-notch. In the group
No one can even help him in his adventure.
Therefore, when he saw this red level 12 demon injured, the greed in Morton's heart was immediately uncontrollable.
Although he knew very well that even if he was injured, this demon was not something he could deal with, but since he was injured once, there might be a second time... maybe it was because he also fell into Leo's hands.
Here, Morton inexplicably has some confidence in this kid.
If there was no chance, he would turn around and leave without hesitation. But if there was a chance... So, Morton followed him all the way.
When he saw the figures of the demon and Leo entering the Colosseum, he hesitated for a moment, carefully restrained his breath, and slowly moved towards the Colosseum.
However, Moton, who was hiding carefully with his head buried, did not see it. At this moment, a flash of light surrounded four figures suddenly shot from the void towards the Colosseum.
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When he fell into the entrance of the fighting beast holding area, Bow Spirit had already fallen into silence and returned control of his body to Roy.
Knowing that life and death were at stake, Roy ignored the heartbreaking pain in his body, struggled to get up, and staggered towards the depths.
Banksal strode in.
When it saw its surroundings clearly and saw the black-haired boy who had fallen over even while walking, it couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile on its face.
"Why are you still running?" At this time, Banksal was no longer in a hurry. It followed Roy, like an angler pulling in a fish with a biting hook, enjoying the final victory.
The comfort of control, "Do you think you can still escape?"
Roy ran towards the depths quickly without saying a word.
The opponent has stepped into the trap, and you must let it step deeper!
"To be honest," Banksal's footsteps echoed slowly and heavily in the closed prison area. It said as it walked, "You are the most surprising human being I have ever seen. How long have you been born?
, Twenty years, twenty-five years? Sorry, I don’t know much about your human age, but I think it should be about the same.”
"What?" After hearing Banksal's words, Roy looked back in surprise, "Does this mean anything to you?"
"Humans are really a wonderful race," Banksal said. "Your lifespan is obviously much shorter than that of many races, but you have become the rulers of the continent. It seems that no race can survive for a long time.
I have competed with you..."
"For example, you are only twenty years old, but your strength is already close to that of an eleventh-level abyss demon. This is simply unbelievable. If all humans were like you, I'm afraid even the abyss would be occupied by you. However,
Fortunately, geniuses like you are very rare among humans."
It said, smiling slightly: "Okay, I think we should get to know each other. My name is Banksal, what's yours?"
Roy looked at Banksal as if he had seen a ghost: "You asked me my name?"
"Of course." A hint of cunning flashed in Banksal's eyes, "As an opponent who can make me so embarrassed, you have already won my respect."
Respect? Roy was in a daze.
He never dreamed that one day he would hear such a word from the mouth of an abyssal demon.
Since childhood, abyss demons, especially high-level demons, have been synonymous with ruthlessness and cunning. Their existence is simply to set off the uprightness of heroes in the words of the bard.
But now, this demon actually says that he has earned its respect?
If it were another person, his mind would probably become more active at this time. But what emerged in Roy's mind, who grew up in the Warcraft jungle, was a big spotted demon cat grabbing its prey and constantly extending its sharp claws.
The scene of the prey being toyed with to death.
"I still don't understand," Roy continued to move deeper into the prison area, "What does this mean to you? Will you let me go?"
Banksal laughed as soon as he heard Roy's question.
"I'm not sure." Banksal said, "Since you can't run away anymore, why not try? Maybe, you will let you go because you like your name?"
"Really?" Roy continued walking.
"Really." Banksal followed behind, getting closer step by step, and the look on his face became more and more ferocious.
But at this moment, Roy suddenly stopped.
He stood behind and below the fourth gate of the prison area, with an almost mocking look on his face.
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