What's going on! Why did this guy eat stones and get stupid?

"Hold him down, his spirit is attacked." The magician reacted very quickly and instantly saw that the thief's spirit was no longer normal.

Barna and Lapei rushed over and pressed the thief to the ground. One of them pressed their hands and the other their legs.

The thief did not resist, but just looked around in confusion and said, "What are you doing? I'm just eating chicken legs and I haven't done anything bad."

Everyone felt something was extremely wrong. The thief was not completely lost, but what was going on with him now?

"I'll check it!"

The magician walked up to the thief and squatted down, using his mental power to detect the thief's brain, but at this moment, a white flesh thorn suddenly appeared in the thief's mouth, piercing the magician's head directly.

This was too sudden and the thorns were too fast, and no one could react.

"Go to the shit!"

Half a second later, Barna reached out to remove the flesh thorn, hugged the magician and retreated hard. The priest's healing magic technique was thrown on the magician as if he was not worth it.

But the magician's body shook twice and stopped moving.

The body of the magic profession is too fragile. If you are a master-level warrior, you may be able to survive after this level of first aid.

Of course, because my brain is pierced, even if I survive, I will have to be stupid for several years.

But it's much better than dying.

Shield warrior Lape immediately reached into the thief's mouth, and pulled out a white soft creature like brain-like brain-like soft creature.

This creature has many tiny "tenings", each of which is stained with blood and minced flesh, as if it was pulled out of somewhere.

After pulling out the ball of things, the shield warrior immediately stepped on it on his feet, but he didn't use any force, for fear that the thing would die.

After all, taking it back and giving it to the God of Wealth may increase the rewards for the mission.

This ball of things was trampled, making a chirping sound similar to a mouse, which was very harsh.

The thief's body shook for a while, but there was no breath. Seeing this, the priest rushed over and tried several magic tricks to find that it was useless. The thief's body gradually became cold.

"Damn it." The priest knocked heavily on the ground, and neither of them could be saved.

The sixth team suddenly disappeared.

And most importantly, there is no magician.

"Ike is the reliance we can reach the edge of the world in about half a year. Now he is gone. It will take at least eight to ten years to go back." The hunter said this and looked at the distance with hate: "What the hell is going on? Robeser was still fine at dinner, so why was he parasitized by this monster?"

Shield warrior Lape's right foot was slightly pressed, and the white monster he was trampling on made even worse squeaks.

Ike is a rare space magician. Although he is not like Pope Beta, he can build large teleportation arrays. But he can perform small group teleportation about twice a day.

Each teleportation is about 500 kilometers away.

Only with this unique skill did they dare to take the reward from the God of Wealth.

Other organizations that dare to take on this task have more or less different methods of moving quickly.

But now the most important magician is gone.

"I think we should go back now." Lapei looked at the darkness around him and said, "I have a bad premonition. This place is too weird. Anyway, we can get a lot of gold coins by grabbing this thing."

"Okay." The hunter agreed. They came to seek wealth, not to fight desperately.

The thief and the magician are both dead, and if they stay, they may die.

Barna also wanted to find out more information about the God of Wealth, but thinking about it, his teammate's life is also very important, so he gave up this idea.

Although it is not conducive to night travel now, it is still okay to find some grass vines around the bonfire and be a small prison pet.

The hunter was responsible for weaving the grass cage, while the shield warrior carefully stepped on the white soft monster, making it whisper, wasting the energy and physical strength of the little thing, so that it could be put in the cage.

There was no sound around, only the bonfire was rushing from time to time.

"It seems that there is not even wind in this place." Barna muttered.

No one dared to sleep anymore. As soon as the sky was dawn, the three of them ate some dry food at will and began to return.

Zoroastrianism was driven out of the desert kingdom by Beta. The God of Life has a relationship with itself, and the God of Storm has become a real ally.

The Divine Cult of Light is far away in the place where the Gods Fall, and he has made every effort to build a country. He is not in the mood to provoke Beta for the time being.

As for other small sects, there is no threat to the God of Wealth.

Logically speaking, Beta is very leisurely now, but in reality, he is very busy.

Whether it was the desert transformation project or many affairs within the teachings, they were placed on his desk.

He handles government affairs for 24 hours a day, and an hour is spent on eating and taking a bath.

Five hours are used to deal with their own girls, and the remaining two hours are used to sleep.

His control over time has almost been accurate to the point of seconds.

This is also the reason why he wants to decentralize power.

Even if the legendary body continues like this, he will be exhausted.

Fortunately, women also know how to feel heartbroken, and they can rest for a night in a week.

Regular days always pass quickly.

Time is like turning over the pages of a book, and three years pass in the blink of an eye.

In three years, for ordinary people, there will definitely be some changes in appearance.

But for Beta, and his women, it would hardly change.

Emma is still the same size as her original 'thickness'. The only change is that her bright light is becoming more and more obvious.

The youthfulness has almost completely faded away, and even with the appearance of a girl, it will give people the feeling of a young woman.

In three years, the world has not changed much, but there will be some subtle differences.

For example... the Five-Colored Dragon Clan almost no longer dares to launch a surprise attack on the human world.

They can't afford to spend... Now the number of the Five-Colored Dragon Clan is almost half as large as before.

And it's not yet six years.

The Five-Colored Dragon discovered that when they started fighting with the Metal Dragon, the combat loss rate was not so large.

After an investigation, it was found that all the drawings of dragon-attack equipment were all from the hands of Pope Beta, and a large amount of dragon-attack equipment was secretly created.

On this day, a special envoy came to Wojin City.

Ten elves sat in front of Beta.

The "Hero Banquet" skill was used several times in a row to fill this spacious banquet hall with delicious food.

These elves are quite generous in drinking and eating meat in large pieces.

Elfs known for their elegance will naturally not act like this. These elves are all transformed by giant dragons.

What is particularly interesting is that five of these ten elves are metal dragons and five of them are five-colored dragons.

The metal dragon and the five-colored dragon actually came together, which surprised Beta quite surprised.

But after thinking about it, he also sneered in his heart.

Beta sat on the Pope's throne, quite bored. He was waiting for the dragons to eat and drink.

These giant dragons all ate voraciously, as if they had never eaten delicious local buns.

About three hours later, a male elf wiped his mouth and finally spoke.

"Thanks to Pope Beta for the hospitality."

"You're welcome." Beta nodded and smiled.

The elf said carelessly: "We came here this time to talk to His Majesty the Pope about compensation!"

Beta frowned slightly and asked, "What compensation?"

"The dragon equipment hurts the lives of many young people and children in our dragon clan." The elf male's eyes turned into a straighten shape: "As far as we know, these equipments are spread from you."

"That's right, so what?" Beta sat upright and looked at the elf condescendingly: "Or, as a metal dragon, you want to seek justice for the evil five-colored dragon?"

Listening to Beta's slightly sarcastic words, the five-headed five-colored dragon stood up next to him and looked at Beta with a bad expression.

The huge dragon power came over.

As if he hadn't heard of it, Beta continued to whisper: "I found that your metal dragon camp is a bit crooked."

The elf took a deep breath: "That's because our metal dragons were also affected."

"I regret the experience of the metal dragon." Beta said: "But I am just a knife-maker. What do the people who buy the knife do with this weapon? I have no right to interfere. Just like someone holding a dragon bone weapon and killing many people, do we have to go to the metal dragon elder to ask for an explanation?"

"You are changing your concept, Lord Beta." The elf suppressed his anger: "We value friendly relations with your church very much, and hope that this matter will not be affected."

When Beta heard this, he couldn't help but sneer: "You know that our humans and the Five-Colored Dragon are deadly enemies. They killed nearly 500 million of our humans. Metal Dragons, you actually brought them to our Wojin God Cult as an envoy to say it? Is this what it means to value our relationship with us?"

"The Five-Colored Dragon has suffered heavy casualties and they must get a proper statement."

Hearing this, Beta's sarcastic look on his face became more obvious: "The murderer actually asked the victim for an explanation? What do you mean is that we humans should be killed and not fight back?"

The metal dragon elf said: "Not that, we just hope that Lord Beta will stop making dragon-counter equipment."

"Impossible." Beta said confidently: "As long as the five-colored dragon is still there, humans will be continuously manufacturing dragon equipment."

The metal dragon said angrily: "Pope Beta, you are not like this..."

"Send the guests." Beta waved his hand coldly.

The metal dragon snorted and left with the other nine dragons.

After they went out, Beta returned to his study, and the anger on his face disappeared, leaving only calmness.

Shirley came in and asked, "Is the Metal Dragon crazy?"

"They are not crazy, but they are very smart. They feel threatened." Beta said lightly: "If it is not my race, their hearts will be different. This is a saying that makes sense for us humans, but it makes sense for us dragons. Metal dragons are beginning to fear us humans."
Chapter completed!