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In a rock mine in the middle of the Iver Mountains.
Surrounded by gray-white mountain walls, a few solitary green plants grew with difficulty from the cracks in the rocks.
On the southeast side of the mountain wall, a stream slowly flows down from the top of the mountain, passing through the dry rock wall, providing a small amount of water for the plants growing in the gaps in the rock wall.
Lock was lying on the top of the west mountain wall, staring closely at the mine below.
I didn’t expect that a family of magic deer would live in this place.
Beside the stream, two female magic-marked deer kept licking the injured child. The femoral artery was completely cut open by Lafite. This magic-marked deer escaped for such a long way and still survived. It can only be said that the body of the magic beast is… Strong.
With a fan-shaped sharp horn on its head, the male magic-patterned deer stepped on its hooves and observed its surroundings uneasily.
The male Magic Pattern Deer’s innate keen sense makes him very irritable at this time, as if something bad is about to happen.
Locke noticed that a female magic-marked deer went to the place where the stream passed by on the mountain wall, bit off a green plant, and fed the injured young magic-marked deer after returning.
Locke frowned and cast a questioning look at Christine beside him.
“It’s green grass.” Christine gestured. As a half-magician, Christine’s knowledge of various animals, plants and magic materials is broader than Locke’s.
Locke looked at it again. Good guy, there are a lot of green plants like this in the entire valley mine.
No wonder this family of magic-patterned deer would settle here. Although there are a few edible plants, there are many magical materials that are beneficial to the development of monsters.
Locke gestured to Christine and Raffi, telling them to get ready.
The male magic-marked deer is dealt with by Locke, the two female magic-marked deer are dealt with by Christine and Lafite, and there are also three juvenile magic-marked deer.
A fiery red magic scroll exuding a scorching aura appeared in Locke’s hand. This is one of his family assets. It is a one-time equipment that can release high-level magic.
The battle was about to break out, and Locke took the lead. While rushing towards the valley at extremely fast speeds, he tore the magic scroll and threw it at the densest place of magic deer.
The magic scroll containing the explosive fire element was torn open by Locke with brute force. The previously imprisoned power was instantly released, and a twenty-square-foot fiery red curtain opened, covering the top of the magic pattern deer herd.
Spontaneously ignited in the absence of wind, the three young magic-patterned deer were covered by explosive clouds of fire and turned into three torches, protecting them from wind and rain and protecting their fur. At this moment, they were their deadly scythes.
The condition of the other two female magic-marked deer was not much better. They were suddenly attacked by Locke. The flames on their bodies had not been extinguished, and the air was filled with a burning smell.
Only the fastest male Demonic Deer was in the best condition at this time. With his keen perception and awareness of danger, the bursting fire cloud only injured a corner of its hind legs, and the impact was not great.
Facing the results of this sneak attack, Locke was already very satisfied, as he did not waste a precious high-level fire scroll in vain.
Three juvenile magic-marked deer were severely burned and their lives were unknown. Two female magic-marked deer were also severely injured.
The first time the male Demonic Deer saw Locke, his eyes turned red. He was very intelligent and had already figured out that this human being was the factor that brought him great danger.
If a male magic pattern deer sees such an opponent in the forest, he will most likely avoid it quickly. The quick pace allows the magic pattern deer to swim in the forest like a fish in the sea, without the crushing strength and magic pattern. With the speed of a deer, no one can catch it.
But the current situation does not allow the male magic deer to escape.
In the family-based group of Warcraft, the male magic-marked deer cares more about his spouse and children than himself. Unless he dies in battle, this male magic-marked deer will have no retreat.
Locke expected this as well. In the Royal Academy of the Ormore Empire, he had completed dozens if not hundreds of monster hunting missions, and he had already figured out most of the monsters’ temperaments.
The choice of the male magic-marked deer was exactly what he wanted. He grabbed the sword at his waist and faced the charging magic-marked deer. Locke rushed forward.
On the other side, the battle between Christine and the two women has also begun. The strength of the female Demonic Deer is close to that of the two women, but after being hit in the head by Locke’s fire scroll, her strength dropped by nearly half.
Facing an opponent of the same level for the first time, Christine and her two daughters were panicked, but as time went by and their own strength surpassed them, they slowly brought the situation back.
The difficulty of the male magic-marked deer made Locke’s estimate slightly biased.
The main reason is that he is too fast. Locke practices wind fighting spirit, and his speed is already the best among the strong ones of the same level. Unexpectedly, he was suppressed by this magic pattern deer, which is rated as a high-level monster in terms of strength.
“Hmph, I want your wind magic core!” Locke shouted, and the raging fighting spirit poured into the long sword. A one-foot sharp edge appeared at the tip of the sword, and as Locke continued to pour fighting energy, the length of the edge was still there. Lengthening.
When it grew to more than three feet, Locke pounced on it again, which actually consumed one-fifth of his total fighting energy.
The male magic pattern deer looked at the fighting spirit spurting from the tip of Locke’s sword in fear. From such a distance, the male magic pattern deer could still feel the indestructible nature of the fighting spirit, which could pose a great threat to him. thing.
The male Magic Pattern Deer knows that with its hard muscles and outstandingly defensive fur, it may not be able to even slightly resist this fighting spirit.
Half an hour later, Locke pushed the long sword into the belly of the male magic-marked deer with difficulty. The fan-shaped horn of the male magic-marked deer also hit Locke’s lungs with huge impact.
“The bones are still quite strong!” After breaking open the dead body on his body, Locke stood up with a breath as heavy as a windmill.
The moment the long sword pierced the body of the male magic pattern deer, the male magic pattern deer declared death. The raging fighting spirit was directly injected into the body of the magic pattern deer through Locke’s long sword. Under the sharp blade of fighting spirit, this male magic pattern deer died. The demon-patterned deer’s abdominal internal organs were chopped into pieces.
Locke was also in a bad state at this time. The impact of such a fast magic deer was astonishing.
A solid half-length armor on the outside, a leather armor on the inside, and a close-fitting soft armor on the inside. Under three layers of protection, Locke was still grinning from the provocation.
“The lungs seem to have been punctured.” Holding his painful lungs, Locke was very dissatisfied with the outcome of the battle.
The Magic Pattern Deer is obviously a plant-eating monster that is not good at fighting. The year of idle talent and cultivation after the Plane War has caused Locke’s fighting instinct to drop a lot.
The short dagger sliced open the demon-patterned deer’s forehead, and an emerald-green crystal core the size of a pigeon egg was carved out of the demon-patterned deer’s brain. Locke got his biggest harvest today.
The battle on the side of Christine and Lafite is almost over. When the male magic pattern deer dies, the two female magic pattern deer are shocked. Christine and Lafite take the opportunity to inflict a few wounds. It depends on the situation. It has reached a critical point.
There is an obvious redness and swelling on Christine’s wrist, which seems to have been injured by the horns of a female magic deer. Lafite’s armor is also a bit messy, and she is weaker than Christine. , but the one who killed his opponent first was, as expected, Lafite.
A few minutes later, two sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard one after another. Lafite used his long sword to support his body to prevent himself from falling, while Christine simply collapsed on the ground.
“Lafite did a good job, Christine, you still need more practice.” Locke said.
After taking care of the male magic deer, Locke watched the entire battle between the two women without interfering once. This was training the two women, and Locke could not guarantee that he could take care of them every time.
Locke only praised Lafite, which made Christine pout. But when she saw the obvious dents in Locke’s chest armor, she stood up worriedly and ran over to ask if Locke was seriously injured.
Lafite also noticed Locke’s injury and cast a concerned look.
“This injury is nothing. Just go back and take two recovery potions and rest for a few days.” Locke said nonchalantly.
The wound on the lung was an internal injury. With the self-healing ability of the quasi-knight’s body and the dual effects of the medicine, Locke said that it would be healed in a few days. He was not bragging.
Then it was time to clean up the battlefield. A total of six demon-patterned deer corpses contributed six magic cores of different energy levels to Locke and the three of them. The valuable parts of their bodies were also removed by Locke. Christine Then go collect those magic materials in the valley.
“This should be an abandoned mine.” Locke said, looking at the obvious carving marks under the surrounding soil.
It’s unknown how many years ago the mine was, but now it is a gathering place for a group of magic-marked deer.
Being able to mine within the forest where monsters are rampant, Locke knew without guessing that this mine must have been mined by a powerful magician or knight organization.
There are always dangers inside the forest. Locke did not stay long. After packing up his trophies, he called the two girls to leave.
This place is still in the middle of the Mugent jungle. Summoning the scorpion dragon out made too much noise. The three of them could only restrain their breath and quickly move out of the forest.
Two days later, after returning to Mornington Port and recuperating for two days, when his body had recovered to about 80%, Locke was stuck in time and went to the Magicians Guild to submit a task.
The task requirement is to have the horns of a male demon-patterned deer and a heart whose activity is at 30%. To put it bluntly, the horns have been slashed by Locke’s long sword containing fighting spirit more than a hundred times, and still only left a faint scratch. .
But the heart was hard to say. Locke’s fighting spirit directly tore apart all the organs in the abdomen of the magic pattern deer. Although the heart was located in the chest, it was not spared.
Locke was not sure whether the heart, which had been pierced by fighting spirit and looked like a sieve, still had 30% activity.
As a last resort, Locke used a drop of activation essence.
“I’ll submit the task!” Locke said while standing at the front desk. The person who received him today was not the red-haired young girl before, but a gentle yellow-haired mature woman.
“Please come here to submit high-level tasks.” The yellow-haired mature woman respectfully took Locke to a box in the left aisle.
Advanced tasks are already the highest-level tasks placed outside. Submissions of such tasks will be done in a separate box and will be inspected by dedicated personnel.
Looking at the yellow-haired mature woman’s swaying buttocks, Locke could only sigh that the strong indeed had the right to dominate the weak.
This woman was obviously tempting him. This kind of temptation was much better than the young red-haired girl he met before.