Chapter 45 The Devil's Throat Part 2

The cold negative energy overflowed with a pulsation that only Dean could feel; that feeling was like holding a pulsating ice cube in his bosom, and this kind of taste is for any normal person , are absolutely uncomfortable, and so is Dean.

However, in order to cover up, he took off the armor of the bandit leader in front of him as if nothing had happened on the surface, and checked whether there were other gains—[Devil Blood Dagger], a magical weapon that obviously has a special function, if possible, Dean is not willing to share with others.

After all, the special function of this dagger full of evil is really frightening, and it is destined to be misunderstood by users. No matter what your purpose is, you will be inseparable from evil. Those people or things that are not there are spared no effort to hunt down and destroy them.

In Vauban County, the influence of the divine religion is not the greatest, but it is not small.

In fact, on the entire Godez, except for the white night, the figure of the gods can appear everywhere, but it is more or less that's all.

Therefore, the current Dean will definitely not choose to fight recklessly with the Cult.

The hatred between the two parties cannot be avoided.

However, Dean still has reason.

Dean endured the coldness when his chest and abdomen were full of negative energy, and squatted there silently. After the rest of the militiamen in the cave emptied all the food and other supplies, Dean dragged the corpse again, and chose one to take a look from the outside. At the corner that couldn't be seen at all, [Devil's Blood Dagger] was pulled out.

A scarlet light appeared on the twisted edge, as if it was alive, it made people's heart throbbing.

And Dean held the handle directly, and inserted the twisted blade like a goat's horn into the corpse in front of him - silently, the blade of the dagger sank straight into it.

Then, the negative energy, which was originally extremely full, was rapidly decaying at this moment, and a sulfurous breath became more and more intense.

When he smelled the smell of sulfur, Dean had already determined that this [Devil Blood Dagger] had something to do with hell, even if it didn't come from somewhere, it was from the hands of a certain devil; It will have the smell of sulfur.

As for demons?

The aura of these chaotic existences is more like a feeling of cold as ice but blazing like fire, in short, it seems like their own chaos.

hum!

In the slight trembling sound, the [Devil Blood Dagger] inserted into the corpse seemed to wake up from sleep. The scarlet color that was originally limited to the blade almost instantly covered the body of the half-barbarian bandit leader. Then, this corpse, which was far stronger than normal humans, began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Almost only two breaths, and only a dry skeleton remained.

Not only the flesh and blood, but even the skin was swallowed by this evil dagger—and from beginning to end, Dean looked at everything in front of him calmly.

He was already prepared for the devouring of [Devil's Blood Dagger].

As for doing so, will there be any condemnation of conscience?

If the object is changed to someone else, Dean may have it, but for this half-barbarian bandit leader, Dean has peace of mind.

After all, the innocent people who died at the hands of the other party were enough for them to suffer such retribution.

Of course, regarding the evilness of [Demon Blood Dagger],

Dean also admits it, but in order to increase his strength in the short term, Dean will not mind even if it is evil-he will not deliberately distort a fact, nor will he shirk it for himself.

And the only thing Dean can do is to keep himself from deviating from his heart: not to point this dagger at innocent people.

【+0.02 Strength】

When everything subsided, such a prompt appeared on Dean's character panel - Dean was not surprised by this, Sible's power is obvious to all, it is not surprising to reach the 'knight level', but at the 'knight level' 'To convert, if one percent of them, the power of 0.02 is just right.

Following the prompt on Dean's character panel, [Devil's Blood Dagger] returned to normal again, all the negative energy was restrained, and the scarlet on the blade disappeared, as if falling into a deep sleep again; and Dean En put the [Devil's Blood Dagger] into his arms again, and crushed the bones in front of him forcefully.

In fact, the bones of Sibley, the half-barbarian bandit leader, seemed to have gone through a hundred years of wind and frost, and were extremely fragile. Dean made these bones become bone powder all over the place without any effort, and then used the hole to The soil churned and covered the wet interior, and even the best chasers in County Vauban could not detect the problem.

Carrying the deformed armor, Dean walked out of the cave. At this time, the battlefield has not been cleaned up, and all the militiamen are still busy-in fact, the extra food and other supplies have become the focus of the militiamen. Object; they have simply bundled the food and put it on the horseback.

However, it is clear that their horses are not enough, and one-third of the food and other supplies are put aside.

"Ike, throw away the excess food!"

Dean gave the order very simply.

"But, Captain, this is food..."

The emaciated militia captain was obviously reluctant.

"We have reached the border of the dense snowfield forest. Although we are not far from the core area here, it is undeniable that this is a den of robbers—you can guarantee that after carrying so much food, you will still be able to survive." Can you deal with the sudden attack? Or... do you still have the strength to deal with it? We need to travel more than 30 kilometers to return to our outpost!"

Dean patted his militia captain and didn't continue talking, and the smart latter didn't need Dean to remind him again.

With a sigh of reluctance, the emaciated militia captain signaled his subordinates to give up the food and supplies that the horses could not carry.

Although the young militiamen were a little bit reluctant, they heard Dean's words before, and after comparing and choosing, giving up became the best choice.

However, even if it is to give up, it is not the kind of simply giving up.

Dean watched his militia captain hide the remaining food and supplies in the cave again, and couldn't help shaking his head—although there are many hidden places in the cave, there are only two exits, and , only a dozen people are needed, and if you search carefully, there will be no secrets here at all.

But for the snowfield dense forest frontier where many robbers gathered, a dozen or so people was obviously not uncommon, and there was no need for those notorious bandit groups, some small bandit groups were enough to complete such a task.

Therefore, Ike's behavior is basically useless.

However, Dean didn't say much this time; after all, you need to experience anything before you can understand the difference.

When the thin militia captain finished everything and another militia captain reported that there was nothing unusual, Dean led the two militia teams on their way home.

Different from the trembling when they came, the victorious militiamen at this moment all wore their own smiles, and some of them even discussed the baron's reward.

It wasn't until Siron's yelling sound that the militiamen stopped, concentrated on their way, and kept watch on their surroundings.

Regarding this, Dean first nodded in satisfaction, and then shook his head helplessly.

Satisfaction, of course, is for Siren, a young man with 'knight qualifications'.

Helpless, it is for the members of the Knights at this moment-they may not have any malice, but they cannot become the soldiers that Dean needs.

At least, except for a few people, most of the rest are not suitable.

However, even if it is not suitable, it is one of the few hands in Dean's hands.

"The supply of soldiers must be replenished!"

This idea had appeared before, but it was temporarily shelved because of Dean's follow-up plan, and now Dean thought about it again.

Obviously, the best sources of soldiers in Tire's territory are naturally those excellent hunters.

However, in the same way, it is definitely not a simple matter to invite the other party to join - after all, as the best hunters, they are almost the leaders of each hunting team, although they are not really The position is high and weighty, but it is also the kind that harvests a lot after each hunt.

Simple lures simply don't work.

As for paying a bigger price?

Obviously it is not suitable for Dean at the moment. What he needs is a group of soldiers who can recruit and fight well, not greedy mercenaries; once such a trend spreads in the barracks, it is obviously not conducive to the future development.

And after throwing away the excellent ones, what is left is some not-so-excellent ones.

It will take a long time to turn these not-so-good ones into good ones.

As it happens, what Dean needs is time—after all, the Blood Moon War will not wait for Dean to finish his preparations before starting.

In the end, the problem returned to the original point again, and Dean, who was sitting on the horse, couldn't help but let out a long sigh——

"Time, Kimpton..."

Dean muttered in a low voice, while searching for feasible plans in Dean's mind.

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