Chapter 175 (1/2)

”This is a real evil sect. They are barbarians. How can we look like barbarians?”

”Don't underestimate the enemy. I feel that the enemy is very important this time.”

”Yes, I agree. We stand by.”

”Isn't it? There is only one person on the other side. Ah, he is still a barbarian. ”

”Young people, when they encounter a strong enemy, they must be counselled to survive. Those who are strong and unyielding will starve to death, and they will be fragrant. ”

Several people hold their own opinions, but their actions are unambiguous, which shows their high tactical accomplishment.

Soon, they gather together, eat to prop up the defense, and set a trap.

Ivy sighed, facing so many enemy egg like defense, he also did not have the absolute strength to crush.

It's really hard to live without influence, but with power, you will be worried about it, and there will be no trace to find.

In short, needles have no two ends.

Ivy retreats quietly and PS changes its appearance. Disappear from the enemy's view.

I have to say, trumps are really good.

Now he adjusts his new ideas. Many times, a genius's idea, coupled with clean execution, will produce a wonderful change.

Like many solitary mercenaries, he set up his tent in the shelter.

Like a starmage, he has hidden and alerting phalanxes around his tent. A light defense doesn't work, and a strong defense is too expensive.

He was lying in the tent, inside of which was a picture of a beautiful woman.

What a narcissistic guy. Ivy's funny.

The tent is given by Avril. There are some small space effects inside. It is 50% larger than the appearance. It is very good. It can be envied by other old mercenaries.

Small outside is more conducive to protection and concealment, and large inside does not appear cramped.

Ivy took out a flat wine pot made of secret silver. The liquor made from some nectar in the pot was golden and beautiful like sunflowers in the morning sun.

But Ivy knew that the nectar belonged to cannibals. Of course, they can't eat real people. In the end, they are eaten.

Their real prey is the winged elves, the mood workers who spread nectar for them.

Maybe there is a saying that good and evil end in the world. These cruel guys are finally cleaned up by more ruthless human beings and turned into jade juice.

Once again, talent is the top of the biological chain.

I'm sorry I was born.

Ivy's insincere apology was like a prayer before dinner.

Goo Doo.

It's really delicious.

This is found in the space equipment of those mercenary leaders of migratory birds.

Those who are useless are thrown away, and the valuable ones are classified and collected.

There are only three things Ivy cares about.

Of course, wine doesn't count, gudu. He takes another sip. Then he glanced again at the three things in front of him.

The first thing is a ruby. Well, to be exact, it's an unknown stone with perfect geometric shape, slightly flattened, crystal clear and lovely, containing a terrible energy storm.

They are simply and roughly called ”Ruby”.

Now it seems that this thing is useless, but its power is beyond doubt, and even leads to the vibration of space resonance.

Ivy knew it was an important thing because it was really heavy. When Ivy picked it up, he felt his hands twisted.

It's so powerful that I can't afford it.

The second one was a sword, dark and heavy, with no outstanding appearance.