The battlefield was cleaned up soon, and the spoils were counted out

This second-level caravan transports cloud iron ore, which is slightly worse than Lafite fine iron, but it is also an excellent choice for weapons and armor, especially the weapons made with them have a very good bearing capacity for magic. From the perspective of cost-effectiveness, it is one of the first choice materials for enchanting equipment.

Although these cars of Yuntien ore don't seem to be large in quantity, they will be sold for 150,000 gold coins when transported to the human country. Now it has naturally become Richard's spoils

In addition, the war horses and the recovered armor weapons are also worth tens of thousands of gold coins. The leather armor peeled from the black wing attracted Richard's attention.

This is a leather armor made of Dark Dungeon Dragon Leather. It naturally has good physical defense and shadow resistance. There are three magic effects attached to the leather armor, including defense, concealment and powerful anti-magic resistance. Among them, powerful anti-magic resistance is equivalent to two enchanting effects. Moreover, even in Noland, there are not many magicians who can attach this attribute to the armor to have four enchanting effects. This armor can be called excellent, and even close to the epic level. Of course, the Double Sword of Sinclair has six enchanting effects, including extremely rare enchanting weapons such as "Annihilation" and "Extinction", which are the legendary level.

Richard turned the leather armor over and over again on his hand, and he had a general understanding of its value. The texture of Dixinglonglong leather is naturally strong, and the later leather processing method was also very excellent. It was not damaged in Richard's continuous fireballs.

After seeing this leather armor, Richard himself couldn't help but feel that he was lucky if he hadn't attached a spell penetration structure to himself, the fireball technique brought by Boiling might not have been able to keep Black Wings so cleanly.

After thinking about it, Richard called Olar over, handed the leather armor to his hands, and said, "I'll give this to you, so I'll get to know you well after I go back."

The Elf Poet is also a good appraisal expert. He noticed the extraordinaryness when he started with leather armor. After careful observation, he was shocked and said repeatedly: "No, this leather armor is too precious. I cannot ask my identity to be humble. It is not worth using such precious equipment."

Richard put his leather armor into Oral's hand and said in an orderly tone: "Come it."

"This... obey the order, master." When Oral took over the leather armor, his hands trembled with the powerful defense and magic resistance of this leather armor. When he was on the battlefield, he had an extra life.

"Also, although you have signed a magic slavery contract with me, in my heart, you are regarded as followers, so please feel free to hold it," said Richard.

Oral was very surprised and couldn't help but look at Richard's followers. It was not a noun that could be used casually. In Noland, the word spit out from the mouth of the noble captor has a clear definition, accompanied by a series of rigorous and complete rights and obligations.

Like the Thirteen Knights, they are the followers of Gordon

At this time, the prisoners were also counted and detained. Most of the more than 100 prisoners were caravan personnel. Less than twenty people who were still alive in the Black Wing's killers were also captured alive. Six of them were captured alive.

These killers were surrounded by heavy shield warriors, and there were cavalrymen with demon hunting guns on the outside. They knew that there was no possibility of escaping, so they had weak will and chose to surrender. Perhaps because they had too many lives to harvest. The killers' will to fight to the death was not as good as the guards of the caravan.

"Boss, what should I do with these people?" Gangde pointed at the killers and asked.

Richard slowly walked past the six killers, and his cold eyes swept across each of them. In the eyes of these killers, Richard saw nervousness, fear and nervousness. But in addition to these, Richard also saw something else, which was a huge figure, a three-point familiar shadow.

So Richard said: "They still use it..."

The killers immediately breathed a sigh of relief, thanked Richard for his kindness, and sweared to serve Richard, and would always be loyal.

Richard looked at them and said lightly: "You are indeed useful, but not as Sandru as you think."

The undead mage responded and stared at the six killers with his turbid eyes, saying gloomyly: "Six materials, but not good."

The killer may be more familiar with the magician than with the warrior, and one of them suddenly screams: "The Undead Mage"

The killers were shocked, and then struggled desperately, trying to escape, and even wanted to die with the guards.

The horror of the undead mage is deeply rooted in people's hearts, and the killers who have learned to deal with various magicians know that being converted into undead creatures will not weaken or even have a great chance of strengthening. However, for those who are converted, this process is extremely painful. It is a pain that requires the soul to bear directly. It is hard to describe in words that compared with this torture, being able to die is the best ending, although their souls are destined to be unliberated after death.

But Gonde punched and punched and knocked down all the killers, and then a team of savages carried these killers and followed Sandru to the middle of the night. They all became little pets of the undead mage.

"Boss, where are the others?" Gangde asked again

Richard looked at the other prisoners and wanted to execute them all, but hesitated, so he changed his words and said, "Those who are willing to surrender become slaves, and those who are unwilling to surrender will be executed on the spot."

So a dozen unruly guys were pulled out of the queue, and Shamin cut off his head with a scimitar. They all cursed Richard loudly when they were dying, and swore that the Red Cossack would definitely come back to avenge them.

When Sha Min's scimitar fell, more than a dozen heads rolled and flew up

Looking at this scene, Liusha sighed and said, "It is with these people that the Red Cossacks can develop to its current scale?"

Clark also sighed, and the wrinkles on his face deepened: "Every organization that can survive in the bloody land is a soul with a soul, that's what it is."

Compared with the feelings of the two magicians, Richard was much colder. He had to suppress his hatred so that he would not call Sandru back. Otherwise, according to his original idea of ​​being by the three-point mature corpse, all members of the Red Cossack, from the leader to the lowest porter, should be thrown to Sandru, whether dead or alive, to let the undead mage refine their souls into the energy of the undead spell.

"The soul can be destroyed, as long as you kill enough," Richard said lightly.

Clark didn't say anything, but just shook his head. As one of the former leaders of the Demon Hunter, he still has many acquaintances in the Red Cossacks. However, now his belief in eternity and the Dragon of Time occupies his body and mind. As a former great priest, it has become a deeply rooted habit to dedicate all his body and mind to God.
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