Deer Shoujing?No, it's a Wendigo!

"You should explain what the term 'secondary' means."

"Well, underage teenagers with immature brains..."

The forest demon suddenly stopped speaking, and handed Logos a sheet of music found from the remnant party warlock.

"A piece of music written by the Witch King of the High Tower seems to be written by himself, but it seems to be incomplete."

Logos stroked the parchment lightly, and after reading it with Pith, he threw it into the shadow of the woodwraith.

"I'm not sure what vocabulary to use to describe the adjective, it's a bit of a meaning that can only be understood or cannot be expressed in words?"

"Uh, Logos, I think he's calling you childish."

After reading the score and thinking briefly, Pith struggled to realize the possible replacement word "childish".

Logos quietly shifted his gaze to the forest demon whose back was facing him.

"How can I say that Logos is naive, how can this word replace Secondary School?!"

Lin Yao, with a chill on his back, hastily defended himself.

"Then maybe he goes on to say that you are underage and have an immature brain?"

Pith arched the fire with some joy.

The Banshee wanted to say something else, but the Sarkaz had already arrived.

After a brief shock, they bowed their heads to the forest demon and Logos to show respect.

"Mercenaries, your mission is over, take this, and if you need it, you can go to several of our key gathering places to exchange for supplies."

The forest demon turned around and threw a wooden sign to the Sakaz.

"Don't leave in a hurry. I want to meet your leader. If we get along, we will be a group from now on."

The forest demon who stopped touching the corpse rubbed his hands excitedly, imagining preparations for drawing cards.

And the smoker who heard the second half of the sentence almost threw the wooden sign engraved with witchcraft patterns in his hand.

No one else, but the seasoned mercenary felt that this wooden sign was too hot to handle.

"Who told you to accept it like this?!"

The cook slapped the smoker hard on the shoulder and whispered.

"How dare you not pick it up when he throws it at you!"

The smoker retorted in a low voice, feeling as if the boss had been tricked by him.

Chapter 166 Shredded

Chapter 166 Shredded

The mudstone managed to overtake the peloton, clumsily parting the low branches.

"What happened to you?"

The Sarkaz silently made way for the boss, and Mudrock saw the Wendigo looking at her.

"Why is there a Wendigo here? And a Banshee?"

It was only when he saw the Babel seal on Logos and Pith through the mask that he realized it.

"Ah! Hello, gentlemen!"

Hearing the correct address, Logos looked at the mudstone with satisfaction.

"No need to use red tape. Thank you and your mercenary team for your spontaneous contribution to the tranquility of the village."

Logos seems to be using red tape to communicate with Mudrock, but is it bad to expose him at this time?

Lin Yao thought quietly.

"Ah, many people in the team and I have lived in that village. We are just grateful."

Ni Yan turned around and asked Yan Gui with a naughty look, but Yan Gui could not see her gaze under the mask at all.

However, he still regretfully shook the wooden sign with witchcraft patterns on his hand, indicating that he had accidentally accepted something.

"Grateful, you sons of earth and stone are as gentle as fertile soil and as strong as a rock. Are you willing to walk with the Tower of Babel with good morals?"

Seeing that Logos had already sent out an invitation to Mud Rock, Lin Yao smacked his lips and thought, isn't this a very good thing?

"This, I need to think about it with my soldiers and friends for a while."

Mudstone remained hesitant about the camp invitation.

"We still have tasks to do. These remnants of the Witch King have given them to us. I hope we can get your answers when we return to the village."

Lin Yao gave up his intention of pretending to be a bad guy, after all, his skull was so white.

"That, little girl, your knife."

Ni Yan looked at Mo Jing who had a bigger knife on his back. He hesitated for a moment and took out Mo Jing's previous knife and shouted at Mo Jing who left with the three of them.

"Ah."

Mo Jing turned around and ran back, took the original knife and nodded, with a smile on his calm face.

"This is a smile of gratitude lost and found, goodbye."

Seeing Mo Jing's back running through the trees to catch up with the three of them, Ni Yan wanted to scratch his head but felt that the protective equipment was in the way.

"What do you think of what I just said?"

While letting the mercenaries clean up the bodies on the ground, Mud Rock asked the Sakaz.

Wendigo didn't clean up here, but left them with a lot of things that could be cleaned up.

They didn't take away the instruments that were still in good condition.

The Sarkaz looked at each other.

"There are a lot of spices and food reserves in the hands of the Tower of Babel."

The cook spoke, and looked at the smoker.

“This guy Smoker even collected some of my Wendigo’s stuff.”

Smoker scratched his head and handed the wooden sign to Mud Rock.

"Actually, it's not bad to take refuge in the Tower of Babel. They are very stable now. Wasn't it because they were worried about the instability of the Tower of Babel that they didn't stand in the team?"

"Boss, tell me a few words. I'll listen to you. At worst, let's return the wooden plaques to the warriors in the village. I heard that Wendigo is quite kind, and he doesn't care too much about us. His face."

The other Sarkaz mercenaries still hesitated.

"It's not good to brush off that adult's face, is it?"

A warlock looked at this field full of magic energy with some admiration.

Several Babel warriors accompanying the team were waiting at the edge. The three adults had already collected the spoils for Babel.

Their eyes stayed on the mud rock, wondering whether they should stay if they wanted to sneak away.

"The smoker has already collected other people's things..."

Mudrock is still hesitating, and the Sarkaz are also quietly waiting for the boss' decision.

She asked her friends, touching the earth gently.

There are still remnants of the roots of the forest monster in the soil and rocks in this area, and the witchcraft attached to the roots of the forest monster is also affecting her friends.

Friends are leaning toward Babel.

"Let's go back to the village and ask my compatriot Babel how he is treated."

Muyan walked to the front of the team and led the team towards the village.

The forest demon casually tore open an iron cage where the remnants of the Witch King were hiding.

Sakaz inside is covered with a large amount of source stones, and more importantly, his eyes are godless.

The terrifying head of the Wendigo gave Sakaz a hint of emotion again.

Seek relief.

After giving this fellow human being a release, a root tore a cowering remnant warlock into pieces.

Next to it, a jar of source stones refined by those severely infected by Sarkaz was directly shattered by witchcraft.

Logos walked to Lin Yao's side.

"It's still possible to save Pith and take it outside."

The banshee's face obviously didn't look good either.

A magic guard who was approached by his confused mind was defeated by the spell and became a bloody mess.

"So I asked Mo Jing to stay outside and not come in."

The sky above the hiding place was surrounded by carrion crows, and Mo Jing was clearing out enemies who wanted to escape at the entrance.

The remnants of the Witch King were killed one by one.

"We are killing like this, do you think the Witch King will suddenly appear?"

Seeing the graceful appearance of Logos killing the enemy while flipping through the notebook, Lin Yao made a joke.

The runes of Logos will automatically search for enemies, just like in the game, you can gain 999 in one hour of idle time.

"These are the Laitanians who yearn for the power of the Witch King, not the Witch King. Even if he is still alive, he won't care."

The banshee spoke bluntly.

"Well, now that they've been killed, it's time to pack up the relatively clean materials. Next time, don't tear the enemy into too much pieces, as it will affect the harvest."

Roots rummaged through the entire hiding spot and delivered all the gold and silver to their hands.

"Hey, the Witch King's remnants are really related to those guys in the tower. This letter can be used for blackmail, right?"

A piece of paper was handed to Logos.

"The tower nobles will not accept our blackmail, but we can check this guy's political opponents, which is very useful for selling him at a good price and building relationships."

Logos chuckled and accepted the envelope, he will find someone to do it.

"Aside from affecting my mood, the actual gains are quite good."

Those origin stones extracted from severely infected people will be crushed by the roots, which can still be used to vent some emotions.

The best place to vent one's emotions is the pieces of flesh on the ground that are hard to tell what kind of creatures they are.

"Let's go, let these things rot, I look forward to what kind of waves will be caused by the exposure of this rot to the nobles who support them."

After walking out of the hiding spot, I called out to Mo Jing, who was not suitable for admission, Pith, who was not used to Sarkaz's brutality, and those Sarkaz who had been rescued.

They walked towards the village.

Lin Yao was looking forward to seeing if he could pull out the colorful golden light.

Chapter 167

Chapter 167

"Treatment? In fact, when you asked me this question, you already made a decision yourself, right?"

The warlock leader looked at the mudstone, and then looked at the Sakaz at the door through the window.

"Food and lodging are included, whether you are on the ship or dispatched abroad, there will be a ration of medicinal herbs for each mission. The Tower of Babel is very concerned about the lives of its subordinates."

He handed Mudstone an herb leaf.

"The lord brought this to us. You must have heard of the Black Forest. This is the special product there. It is effective in restoring physical strength and healing internal and external injuries."

"The meals are mostly fruits and vegetables, but they are all filling and delicious. More importantly—"

"There is a certain ration of spices every month, and teams going on long-term missions have additional rations."

The louder talk about spice rationing made the Sakaz outside the door prick up their pointed ears, and the cook even pulled the smoker's arm fiercely in excitement.

"The various rations for combatants on the front line are more outstanding, and now our situation on the front line is very stable."

The team leader of the warlocks smiled, and the talented fellow in front of him was already moved.

"Can you tell me why you hesitate?"

Mudstone was silent for a moment.