Heimarian Odyssey

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the Cavaliers Journey!The slave creatures detained in the underground layer are not low in intelligence. From the first day, Locke found that his work is simpler than he thought.

The only thing to overcome is the ubiquitous smell and psychological pressure.

Whether it is the crocodile of the quasi-order Warcraft level, or several other advanced Warcraft, Locke is bold to enter their cage, these Warcraft dare not treat him.

Super high wisdom also weakened their animal nature to the extreme.

Before being caught, the middle-aged magician should have caused them a lot of psychological shadows, so that now they are not too dare to approach the iron fence with magic warning.

Locke still remembers that the quasi-level Warcraft-level giant crocodile walked upright when he first got on board, but now he can only lie in a dark cage every day.

There are three pots of food outside, and Locke still needs about an hour to complete the job.

The gray robe mage does not let Locke do the white work, and the reward for the intermediate Warcraft Crystal Core every day is not a loss to Locke.

When Locke dragged a fishy smell into her room, Angelina had already soaked the bath water.

"Go take a shower, you smell too heavy!" Angelina squeezed her nose and took off her jacket.

"Yeah." Locke responded weakly and jumped into the bathtub.

"By the way, those two molts, in the space ring." Lying on the edge of the bathtub, Locke said to Angelina in the room.

It was Locke who came up with the idea of ​​trading its molting with food with a crocodile. After discussing with Angelina, it was found feasible, and it lasted so few times.

Locke's cold iron armor is of high quality, and he wants to add an inner armor to himself.

The original gold inner armor brought from the Marquis House of the Grace family is already bad and can't be used anymore. Locke, who is desperate, is looking for its replacement.

After a pool of clean water, Locke washed it, and the color became cloudy and yellowed.

The food given to him by the gray robe magician was not only from where he got it, but from the dead fish and seafood with a sour smell. He was not afraid of poisoning the hundreds of slave creatures.

Facts have proved that Locke thinks too much. With Warcraft's physique, unless they are fed with poison and rotten food, they will not be able to survive their lives.

This also makes the taste of the layer below the deck more and more difficult for Rock to endure.

He was already thinking, paying a bit, finding a wind magician, and ventilating the basement.

"If only the blood of that giant crocodile could be obtained." Angelina's self-talking interrupted Locke's thoughts.

"Blood? Why do you want that stuff?" Rock asked curiously. The quasi-level Warcraft Rock initially judged that it was a Warcraft using the strength of the wood and earth elements. Angelina did not normally use this except for experiments. A kind of Warcraft material.

"That's an Yalong Warcraft, didn't you see it?" Angelina asked Locke.

"Yalong Warcraft, how about that?" Rock said. He still heard the name of Yalong Warcraft. This kind of Warcraft with dragon blood veins is almost not simple. If the blood vein purity is high enough, adulthood Will directly reach the advanced Warcraft.

"If Anji can get its blood, the absolute strength can be greatly improved." Angelina said with a cheek.

"I'll give it a try tomorrow." Locke said after lying in his bed. Anji, as a scorpion dragon, looked like a large scorpion in terms of appearance. For a moment, Locke also forgot its name. There is a dragon.

"If the bloodline breaks through, Anji will be allowed to fly if he is not allowed!" Angelina is caught in a beautiful fantasy about her magic pet.

Speaking of Angie, the little scorpion dragon, he and the Rock had seen in the Morpheus Forest, and their brothers and sisters were no different.

The same is a barbed scorpion head, sharp scorpion claws, and a glowing stinger.

The only difference is that the size is still a meter or two away, and Anji's scale armor is pale in color, and its quasi-order Warcraft strength level brothers have a darker carapace color.

Their parents are different. The blue-scale armored Warcraft Akana Seder has a pair of dark flesh wings, powerful creatures that can soar in the sky.

"If the giant crocodile doesn't want it, forget it!" Angelina said, holding Locke's hand. Angelina was more concerned about Locke's safety than her own favorite.

"Relax!" Locke touched his chin, thinking about what to impress that quasi-order Warcraft tomorrow.

The floating ship has been flying in the sky for more than three days, and now below them, it is not a mainland town, but an endless ocean.

The first time I saw Locke in the sea, I was not shocked.In his eyes, this is the bigger lake.

The vastness and mystery of the sea made Locke curious these days. He asked Angelina several books about the oceans in the eastern part of the Omor Empire, and after two days it was all right to take a look.

"Did Shizu say when you can get to the Santa?" Lock asked Angelina next to him.

In these days on the floating boat, Angelina often went to her ancestor's room. According to Angelina, the old lady's room was more like a laboratory than an inhabited room. .

The incomprehensible space folding ability makes Master's room more than three times larger than it looks.

"No." Angelina shook her head.

In addition to these, a lot of interesting things have happened to floating ships in recent days.

The middle-aged formal magician with a brown beard disappeared a few days later, and when he appeared again, he caught a few light blue creatures with four arms and fish tails.

Naga, this intelligent creature that only lives in the deep ocean, Locke has only seen it in books.

The official magician, after capturing these naga, was not released again soon.

"Naga's forces in the three islands of the west can rank in the top three!" Angelina explained why the official magician easily let go of her prey.

Most of the middle-aged magician received warnings or compromises from the Naga clan.

"Is there any shortage of slave creatures?"

Although the middle-aged magician did not say it, Locke could still guess that the magician absolutely wanted to use the naga as slave creatures.

The four-armed Naga, whose strength is in a high-ranking servant, cannot even be underestimated by Locke.

"I don't know." Angelina shook her head in confusion, and she only found out now that the Santa was somewhat different from what she had imagined.

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