Chapter 44 Devil's Throbbing Part 1

【XP+2】

【XP+2】

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Five white balls of light floated out of the bodies of the five robbers and flew into Dean's body—obviously, as Sibul's confidantes, they were not without strength, at least they were stronger than Dean before. The ones who can only provide [XP+1], or even the robbers who have no experience at all, are much better.

And after gaining the experience of these five confidantes of Sibul, together with some robbers killed before, Dean's remaining experience once again reached the level of [XP: 20].

Without hesitation, Dean clicked on the character panel——

[Cold weapon (sword/hammer/gun) Lv2→Lv3]

[Cold Weapons (Sword/Hammer/Gun) Lv3: In the barracks, every soldier has received training on applicable weapons as much as possible; Effect: In combat, when using sword/hammer/gun as a weapon, strength, Dexterity gains a +0.15 check. 】

The level increase of the skill [Cold Weapon (Sword/Hammer/Gun)] increased Dean's two attributes of strength and agility by 0.05 at the moment; although it seems few, the change of attributes is the most direct, even if The same is true for 0.01—in fact, the reason why Dean chose [Cold Weapon (Sword/Hammer/Gun)] as a skill improvement instead of [Basic Swordsmanship] is for the change of this attribute point.

As for the applied skill [Military Swordsmanship (Emerald)]?

If the skill points are sufficient, Dean will of course choose [Military Swordsmanship], but unfortunately, at the same level of applied skills, the experience value is twice as high as that of basic skills, making Dean powerless at this moment.

However, it is an indelible fact that the long sword that Dean is waving at this moment is faster and more powerful.

And as Dean's enemy, Sibley can understand it even more—the half-barbarian bandit leader with another sword wound on his body urged the ordinary bandits in an even more angry voice: "You bastards, give me Come on, kill him for me!"

At the same time, Sibley himself took a few steps back slightly, keeping a relatively safe distance from Dean.

Obviously, as a half-barbarian, Sibul is not like a real barbarian, fighting to the death - of course, except for the reason of blood, this is not the real reason why he is not accepted by the barbarian tribe.

As for the real reason?

puff!

Sibul's long sword chopped off the head of one of his subordinates without any hindrance. Holding the head, he shouted, "This is what happens to cowards!"

The robbers looked at the head in the hands of their leaders, and then at Dean who rushed up.

In the end, they chose the unfamiliar, seemingly easier-to-handle Dean over their own notorious leader.

There were twenty robbers, brandishing different weapons, and surrounded Dean—although these robbers were much weaker than the previous ones, the advantage in numbers was finally brought into play at this time come out.

In the small stronghold itself, after Dean beheaded four more robbers, he was completely surrounded.

"Damn it, I'll let you understand that messing with me, Sibul, is your biggest mistake!"

The half-barbarian bandit leader, standing outside the encirclement of his subordinates, laughed loudly, and then waved his hand forcefully: "Get rid of him!"

obviously,

The previous two fights had made him understand that he had nothing to do with this fast and dexterous guy.

Therefore, despite assigning his own subordinates, Sibul himself did not move at all.

He just watched his opponent being chopped into flesh, and even when he saw Dean rushing towards him crazily, he laughed even louder, mocking Dean's overreach.

After all, there was an insurmountable encirclement between them.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

And just when the half-barbarian bandit leader was about to appreciate the dying expression of the guy in front of him who had killed several of his masters, the sound of arrows piercing through the air shattered his fantasy.

The robbers who had just formed the encirclement circle were like archery targets, with arrows sticking out one by one.

Almost instantly, the encirclement collapsed.

There is a smooth road ahead of Dean, while Sibley has a look of surprise and disbelief.

Of course, Dean will not let go of this opportunity. Under the double blessing of [Military Swordsmanship Lv2 (Emerald)] and [Cold Weapon (Sword/Hammer/Spear) Lv3] that are about to end, his whole body brushes past the opponent , the long sword in his hand even brought a silvery cold glow under the night sky.

puff!

The head of the half-barbarian bandit leader rose into the sky under the pressure of his chest.

Announcing the end of this short battle.

Yes, very briefly.

After all, the blessing of [Military Sword Technique Lv2 (Emerald)] has just ended.

However, although it is short, it is enough to make people feel agitated, and even tremble all over-this state is the posture that a winner should have after the war; however, Dean obviously needs to make these young people more serious about victory. The memory is still fresh.

Therefore, looking at the young subordinates who came out from behind the fence, Dean waved his hands in a relieved tone: "Cleaning the battlefield, everyone has done a good job! Check the number of arrows hit, and whoever hits the most will win the prize reward!"

While talking, Dean took out the money bag of the dead half-barbarian bandit leader from his arms, checked the pitiful Kimptons, and took out one of them. He held it between his fingers and signaled—undoubtedly, Dean did a good job, and the young people became more and more eager in an instant.

They began to rush towards the bodies of the robbers.

Even his own disgust and fear of corpses were swept away, and this was another intention of Dean.

After all, it was a Kimpton, enough to provide a good guarantee for their family's life.

As for the remaining Kimptons in the wallet?

The young people didn't dare to expect extravagantly, because, as the leader of the Knights, and the one who killed the leader of the opponent, Dean deserved everything.

Like this, being able to take out some and distribute them to them is already a rare generosity.

Even if only one person can obtain it.

After all, everyone is convinced of the outstanding ones.

However, in the end, it was a bit beyond Dean's expectations. It was not Siren who he expected, or Ike who performed well, but Chad who had reported back to him to get the Kimpton award.

Obviously, apart from running fast and having good stamina, this young man has pretty good archery skills.

"Good job, Chad!"

Dean did not break his promise, and he was not stingy with his appreciation. He flicked his thumb slightly, and immediately, with a crisp sound, Kimpton drew a beautiful arc and landed in Chad's hand.

"Yes, yes, thank you, thank you leader!"

The young man who had undoubtedly acquired the greatest wealth in his life seemed a little incoherent.

The young people around immediately let out good-natured laughter.

"Ike, take your men and start cleaning the battlefield, cut off the heads of these guys, and bury the bodies - that's your merit, you can receive the reward from the baron, don't waste it!" Looking at several The young people grinned in embarrassment, Dean reminded, and such a reminder was naturally immediate, and the young people immediately geared up—for the eldest son of a hunter family, it is not uncommon to see bloodshed, in fact, in When they were eight or nine years old, they were already helping their father and uncle deal with the prey they had brought back.

The reason why they can't attack people is just that their kind nature makes it difficult for them to accept cannibalism.

However, under Dean's kind reminder, they obviously remembered that their family needed a sum of money even more, and this kind of money could make the burden on their parents a little lighter--children from poor families will be able to head home early. It is obviously not easy for the hunters in Seoul to make a living.

"Siron, go and take your people to alert, I don't want some unfriendly guys to appear;"

Glancing at all the young people who were about to move, Dean ordered again, and when he saw the reluctance of the young people who acted as vigilantes, he had to add again: "Don't worry, the military exploits that belong to you, no one will Imposters; after all, don't you recognize the arrows on their bodies?"

In order to avoid disputes during hunting, marking arrows has long been the habit of various hunters, and the arrows bought from these hunters, of course, have similar markings.

And after hearing Dean's words, the young people who acted as vigilantes left with confidence—just as Dean said, it is impossible for them, playmates and friends who grew up together, to claim credit for others.

"Ike, help me carry Sibul's body in, I need to deal with the armor on him!"

Dean stood there, pointing to the half-barbarian bandit leader's body not far away.

"Okay, Captain!"

The emaciated militia leader immediately walked over with two militiamen, and carried the half-barbarian bandit leader's body into a cave beside him.

During this period, no one had any doubts.

After all, everyone knew the value of the armor, and this was Dean's trophy. They were already extremely grateful for taking out a Kimpton before.

"These materials also need to be counted and processed-we are not generous enough to put them here to mold!"

Dean pointed to the food and other supplies scattered on the ground, and then the emaciated militia captain immediately called two people to start celebrating the supplies.

And Dean squatted in front of Sibul's body, looking around, looking at it carefully—any militiaman thought his regiment leader was thinking about how to take off the deformed armor.

However, only Dean understood why he checked.

Because, the 【Devil's Blood Dagger】 that had been hidden in his arms began to beat.

PS said on a regular basis~~~Decadent begging for protection~~~Rolling all over the floor begging for protection~~~