Osama, known as’ The Waste Dog ‘and banished from both the party and the workplace, becomes the’ Golden Wolf ‘and strips the brave clan of fangs - Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Chapter 72: The Great Harvest

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The Poisonous Scorpion Warrior and the Axe of the Dead charged forward furiously while Gray forcefully controlled these desert wargs, which were not known for their defensive capabilities.

The undead soldier could still rely on its powerful strength to subdue the opponent when it encountered a rare-level soldier, even if the probability of triggering the Soul Execution was not high.

And the Scorpion warrior was even more so.

They were Rare 3-stars and level 6. Its two vast pincers were almost more terrifying than a cleaver.

‘Kacha! Kacha!’

A desert warg’s head would be chopped-off every time the pincers close.

The desert wargs had three teams, while the scorpion warriors had two, plus one and a half of the undead soldiers.

Almost one to one and a few more.

After Gray cast the curse word for the fourth time, the undead soldier of the Axe of the Dead chopped off the last desert warg’s head.

Throughout the entire process, other than the first two desert wargs that lost control and collided with the scorpion warriors, the troops of Twilight City did not suffer any damage.

Even these rare-level soldiers were pressed to the ground and unable to get up before they could display their strength.

[Elite Hero: Casting effect increases by 15%.]

[Curse Mage: A casting curse power increased by 70%.]

[Fetters: Curse-type spells and skills are used. Magic damage and effects increased by 50%.]

Richard re-checked Gray’s stats panel again.

Gray had three attributes that increased the power of his spells and the duration of curse words by a large margin of 5 seconds.

These wild desert wargs can get up halfway because they were a rare-level breed and possessed great strength.

If they were a rare species, they would not even be able to move.

Richard was in a great spirit of disposition.

Fortunately, he had the mummy’s heart provided by the [Where’s Your F*cking Italian Cannon]. Otherwise, he would have missed this A-rank hero.

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It seemed that Richard would have to contact this lucky guy from time to time in the future. He loved to make friends the most…

[Ding~ The troop army you led annihilated a group of wild desert wargs and obtained victory in a miniature battle. You have earned 600 experience points.]

Richard gazed at the corpses of the wargs on the ground, and his face showed a bright smile.

It was another vast harvest.

“Throw on the side poisonous warg corpses that were just stung.”

In a battle, it was naturally impossible to think so much.

The Poisonous Scorpion Warrior troop lair did not have the characteristic of a Cursed Pharaoh that could draw out a curse. But those who were stung and poisoned could only give up.

After they cleaned up, it was fortunate that only three were stung.

The remaining 27 became Richard’s war trophy.

While he gazed at the size of a bison warg lying on the ground, the corner of his mouth quilled.

“We can upgrade Cursed Pharaoh’s troop lair to rare-level today. This requires 50,000 units of resources.

“As for the Axe of the Dead’s troop lair, we can upgrade to rare-level tomorrow. It requires…500,000 units of resources.”

When Richard pondered, it seemed that even if he sold all the corpses of these wargs, it would not be enough to upgrade the Axe of the Dead troop lair.

The corner of his mouth spasmodically moved.

He thought that he had made a whirlwind fortune, but he did not expect that there would still be a gap.

“There is not much food left in the warehouse. I can spare two of these to fill up the warehouse.

“We can sell the rest.”

Richard opened the [Trading Market] beamingly. He initially had no thoughts of selling them but went to understand the market first.

In the past few days, the price of food had dropped a bit. It was no longer as high as before.

A warg could sell 20 units of resources per unit, and each weighed around 600 to 700 units.

He deliberately went to find the undead’s reward to understand the market.

The undead could summon skeletons, so there should be a lot of demand for corpses.

To his surprise, the demand for the undead’s corpses was low. It was even less than one-tenth of the price of food.

This made him lose the desire to sell to the undead corpses. These poor people were not worthy of buying his wargs.

He intentionally hung them on the market.

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It didn’t take ten minutes to hang up this attracted a lot of attention.

[What the hell?!! That dead pervert Qingqiu just sold rare-level beasts—desert wargs!!! Is he still a human being???!!! Those are rare-level!!!]

[Am I fucking blind?! Why is it that in less than half a month, someone has taken out rare-level beasts?!]

[Ordinary, elite, rare, advanced… I only had my first elite-level yesterday. Where is justice??!!]

[This guy must be an internal beta player of “Shining Era”!!! Otherwise, he must be the mastermind of the “Shining Era” company!!!]

[Boss Qingqiu is astounding!! Hahaha. Who said Qingqiu was trash before? Since you guys are so hung up, why don’t you go and get rid of those rare-level troops? Go, I’ll wait for you guys to slap your faces!]

[If you don’t have the ability, don’t doubt other people’s strengths. What you guys can’t do, other people can’t do as well?? I was thinking back to those sand sculptures who jumped out just because Boss Qingqiu was not on the territory-level ranking leaderboard two days ago. I found it funny. How is it? Now, Boss Qingqiu has just wiped out rare-level troops. Do you feel your swollen faces?]

The lord players who had spoken out against Richard a few days ago were now bereft of speech.

Twenty-five rare-level desert wargs, not just one! One head might be luck. How could this luck explain 25 heads?!

They wouldn’t be in such a humiliating state if this thing was easy to deal with.

Even if they wanted to pick a fight, they wouldn’t have anything to say in the end…

‘This damn pervert, how could he be so strong???’

The first thing that [Where’sYour F*cking Italian Cannon] did was send a message to his sister when he saw this news.

[Sister! Have you seen that? Twenty-five rare-level wild wargs! Big Brother Qingqiu’s nose is like a bull’s nose in the sky! Hahaha!]

The stronger the opponent was, the more accurate his judgment was!

[Where’sYour F*cking Italian Cannon] had high hopes for Richard and could not wait to cling to him.

[Night Rain Flower Falls: Qingqiu is indeed not ordinary. He is more powerful than I thought.]

[The combat strength of a rare-level troop is exceedingly terrifying. Yesterday, I only encountered two teams. And the troops almost collapsed…]

[Where’sYour F*cking Italian Cannon] smiled smugly.

[Where’s Your F*cking Italian Cannon: Right now, Big Bother Qingqiu has a close relationship with us. In the future, we might even have to rely on him more…]

[Night Rain Flower Falls: You can get in touch with him more. It’s never wrong to have more friends. You’d better get stronger quickly. The earlier we explore the 2-star dungeon, the better.]

[Where’sYour F*cking Italian Cannon: Sis, there’s no need to be in such a rush. If we wait a little longer, we’ll surely be able to explore that dungeon.]

[Night Rain Flower Falls: If we delay for another two months, we’ll lose our lead. Are the precious items now still precious after two months?]

[Where’sYour F*cking Italian Cannon: Alright, just wait and see!]

[Night Rain Flower Falls: There’s still half a month before the dungeon opens. No matter what, you have to enter the one million players! There mustn’t be any mistakes!!]

[This dungeon will be a clash among the top lords of the “Shining Era”. The rewards will surely make people jealous.]

[Where’sYour F*cking Italian Cannon: Sis, don’t underestimate me. Isn’t it just 1,000,000 players? It’s a piece of cake. I’ll enter the dungeon and kill as many as I want this time!!]