novelraw Chapter 1939: 625: Joy and Sorrow in Two Worlds (Part 4)
Chapter 1939: 625: Joy and Sorrow in Two Worlds (Part 4)
Chapter 1939: Chapter 625: Joy and Sorrow in Two Worlds (Part 4)
“You…!” The Buer Warrior was furious, almost wishing to chop the annoying guy with an axe.
Even if he was dull, he could hear the mockery in the rogue’s words. Mithril was an extremely precious magical metal. Although the Tauren Warrior worshiped the Shaman of Divine Songs immensely, he hadn’t yet become arrogant enough to think that Lord Richard owned a large amount of Mithril.
“What’s wrong?” The human rogue rolled his eyes.
“Branco, you’re really full of nonsense!” The Mage couldn’t help but laugh: “If there was that much Mithril, who would be willing to refine ‘Black Silver’? That stuff is worth a fortune!”
“I’ve never seen Mithril with my own eyes,” the Elf Archer sighed on the side: “I’ve heard this magical metal is as precious as Jing Gold, and lighter than feathers! If someone really used Mithril to refine ‘Black Silver,’ I reckon stripping all the Silver Base Armors from the Saint Francisco Empire would be just enough to create a ‘Black Silver’ cannonball as powerful as a Forbidden Curse!”
“Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense!” Seeing the Tauren “huff huff” with steam coming out of his nose, the Mage was afraid this Buer couldn’t handle the stimulation and would enter a “semi-berserk” state, so he quickly changed the subject.
As they began to tally up their spoils, dividing things one by one, the earlier displeasure among the four adventurers quickly dissipated.
Unnoticed, another group of dark “sludge monsters” surrounded them from all directions, led by a three-meter-tall, blood-red “sludge monster Khan.”
“Wow! Those few ‘sludge monster’ minions just went to call reinforcements!” The rogue whistled: “These little cuties, I’m really starting to love them to death!”
“The fat sheep are here! No wonder the Goblin shop seemed to be missing some goods. Looks like we’re all going to get rich today!” The Mage greedily eyed the “sludge monster Khan,” which had at least five different Elemental Fluctuations seeping from its massive form, the thick grime unable to hide the magical auras flashing from every inch.
The expressions of the four adventurers remained relaxed, and no wonder, as the physical and magical attacks of the “sludge monsters” were so ridiculously poor. Not to mention the two or three hundred “sludge monsters,” even if there were twice as many, it would only mean their bodies smelling bad for a few months later.
The Mage, holding an assortment of supportive tools, pulled out the long-treasured “Frost Dance Magic Scroll.” This lifesaving, bottom-of-the-box scroll had lost its value, as back in the civilized world, Master Anelka could afford anything.
The “sludge monster Khan” let out a low growl, swiping his arms through the air, creating a dark red magical aura, and a massive figure suddenly appeared in the center of the Forest Wetland.
It was an eight-meter-tall majestic giant constructed from stone blocks, its helmet resembling bull horns, revealing eyes like red lanterns.
“My god, it’s… it’s the ‘Rock Guardian!'” The Mage’s mouth gaped open, the scroll silently slipping from his hand, leaving the other three adventurers dumbfounded.
Another black aura passed by, and a hunched, dark giant with scythe-like claws appeared out of thin air.
“Hell Hunter!” The human rogue turned ice cold, but before he could finish speaking, the “sludge monster Khan” had already swung his arms twice more, causing a white aura and a blue aura to flash in succession. An “Ice Ghost” with a thin fog shrouding its body, crowned with ice, and a “Bear-faced Warrior” sporting spiky bristles and a green face with fangs coordinated with the other two summoned combat units to completely encircle the four adventurers.
It is worth mentioning that these four combat units were summoned using the “Rock Mark,” “Aksar Martyr’s Ring,” “Ice Splinters,” and “Wild War Talisman,” four level twelve magical summoning artifacts that were once the pride of the Goblin traders.
The mighty “Danxue,” once again buried in the dust amidst the spreading blood.
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“Heavens!” While everyone was busy cleaning up the battlefield, Liu Zhennan quietly pulled Nedved aside and blurted out: “Nevel, what just happened?”
“What do you mean by what happened?” The Centaur Philosopher was baffled by this question: “I followed your instructions exactly! Look… I chose the totem’s best archers ‘Night Snow Lion’ and ‘Delu,’ along with myself, a ‘Sweat Blood,’ there’s no way to miss the target! We used the Silver Dwarves’ long-range piercing cannon, with Big Pineapple Cannonball and delayed fuses!”
“I’m asking why this ‘Black Silver Cannonball’ was so powerful!” Old Liu nervously glanced around and leaned close to the Centaur Philosopher’s ear, lowering his voice as much as possible: “Damn, the power of these three Big Pineapple Cannonballs is comparable to a Forbidden Curse! Luckily, it went into the ‘Space-Time Rift,’ otherwise according to the original plan, wouldn’t it have blown us up too?”
“I have no idea.” Nedved shrugged: “I just did what you told me to do.”
“Obischillaci! The mighty Witch King, Netherealm Overlord, and Dreadlord, defeated by three archers who didn’t even wield Elemental Power, it feels so humiliating just thinking about it. Look at how many top-level experts are here today!” Liu Zhennan sighed deeply, shook his head, at a loss of what to say, giving a bitter laugh.