Archdemon

After eating and drinking, Yang Shu had two ribs of monsters under his feet, while Huo Ling had seven or eight bones under his feet. Each bone was gnawed clean, and even an ant could slip and split on it.

Yang Shu's eyes twitched when he saw this, and he couldn't help but say, "How come you have such a big stomach? You eat more than me."

Normally, a hunter like Yang Shu, a warrior, must eat more than a spellcaster like Huo Ling.

Moreover, this golden-level monster rib contained a lot of magic power and had solid meat. He was full after eating only two, and then he kept watching Huo Ling chewing it.

"It's a blessing to be able to eat, so what's wrong with eating more." Huo Ling smiled slightly and didn't explain much.

If the old man wasn't here, Huo Ling could chew all the bones and swallow them directly. Anyway, there was a lot of magic power and nutrition in these bones, and his stomach could absorb them.

However, with outsiders around, he still had to be more cautious and couldn't show too much.

…

In the next few days, the others also returned one after another. Behind Yang Shu was Bai Mao.

When the old knight returned, he first glanced at Huo Ling. He didn't expect him to complete the task so early.

"Bone is the first one to come back, a few days earlier than me." When seeing Shi Tou, Yang Shu pretended to be indifferent and said.

Huo Ling did not hide his traces of life. Under the observation of Yang Shu, an experienced hunter, it was easy to know the time when Huo Ling returned.

"Hmm..." Bai Mao didn't say anything, just nodded.

Bai Mao came back at the wrong time. The dark wizard was just about to start grilling in front of the fire, and this time he was only eating the corpse of a silver-level monster.

"Eat this." Bai Mao watched the dark wizard's grilling skills for a while, and then threw out half of the corpse of a gold-level monster from the space equipment.

Huo Ling took a look and didn't hesitate. He directly asked the dark wizard to take the corpse over and start processing.

"Do you want the corpse of a gold-level professional?" Baimao casually cut down a big tree, flattened it with his fighting spirit, and asked Huo Ling.

"A spellcaster? Or a warrior?" This aroused Huo Ling's interest.

Baimao: "A warrior, the corpse of a gold-level troll warrior."

"What a pity, how much is it?" Huo Ling sighed, it was a pity that it was not the corpse of a spellcaster, otherwise he would be more interested.

"I'll take 50,000 magic stones from you." Baimao casually threw out a heavy corpse, a blue-skinned troll nearly three meters tall.

The chest of this corpse was pierced with a huge cavity, which was also the fatal injury he suffered.

"Too expensive, I'm short of money..." Huo Ling shook his head. He didn't need the corpses of warriors. If he relied on flesh and blood transformation, a gold-level transformed corpse would cost about 18,000 to 20,000 magic stones.

The strength of this troll's corpse should have been at the elite gold level before his death. If it was sold at a merchant's shop, it would probably be sold for 60,000 to 70,000 magic stones. Baimao's 50,000 was already very respectful.

But Huo Ling had a better cost-effective option, and he couldn't just take the corpse and sell it again.

Baimao glanced at Huo Ling and said nothing more, and took the corpse back casually.

"Are you still short of money? Can you still be short of money when you have someone above you?" Yang Shu on the other side also asked curiously.

Huo Ling sighed: "This is all a misunderstanding. I was born poor and I don't have anyone above me."

Yang Shu laughed without commenting, and it seemed that he didn't believe it.

"You only want the body of the caster?" Baimao asked suddenly.

"Well... yes." Huo Ling nodded.

Baimao asked, "Do you want the silver one?"

Huo Ling: "Yes, I want it as long as it's a spellcaster."

Then Baimao threw out two more corpses, these two were the corpses of tiger people. Huo Ling extended his mental power to sense them and found that they were two tiger shamans.

"What's the price of these two? There's only half of the head left. Can it still be used?" Baimao asked.

"I'll give you 10,000 for these two." Huo Ling checked the two corpses. One of them had its head smashed, which didn't have much impact.

The other one was a little miserable. Only half of the head was left. The other side of the head should have been cut off. Baimao didn't pick it up when he collected the corpses.

"Okay, I'll sell it to you. Next time I have a gold-level one, I'll give it to you, but you have to do me a favor." Baimao said.

Huo Ling collected the corpses, took out 10,000 magic stones, and gave them to Baimao.

"No problem, just come to me if you have a corpse of a spellcaster."

Huo Ling doesn't mind having too many corpses of spellcasters. As long as they are spellcasters, whether they are silver or black iron, they can all be made into silver-level spellcaster summons.

And HuoLing can still enlighten them with the dead, and these guys still have a chance to break through to gold, but the probability is relatively low.

Just like people, normally, as long as a person awakens a supernatural physique, he has a chance to break through to gold, but there are still people who are stuck in black iron and silver for their entire lives.

This is the same as the undead creatures that have been released with the undead enlightenment technique. Their upper limit is raised, but whether they can break through depends on luck and hard work, but no matter how low the probability is, there is still a chance.

"What do you want him to do for you?" Yang Shu came over and asked.

"Ask everything! Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Bai Mao glanced at Yang Shu and ignored him.

Yang Shu couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "Hey, you old white-haired guy, do you think I don't know if you don't tell me? You just want to get a nightmare warhorse!

As soon as you stick out your butt, I know whether you want to fart or shit! You're still playing dumb with me."

"Go away, go and see your shit..." The exposed white-haired guy was a little embarrassed.

Huo Ling also chuckled on the side. It was difficult to summon a nightmare warhorse for the old white-haired guy, but not difficult.

The nightmares he summoned before were all nightmare warhorses created by magic, produced by combining the model of the nightmare warhorse in the rune template with his own magic power and the magic power of the spirit world.

It is different from the nightmare warhorse summoned by the Horror Knight by sacrificing his soul power. The nightmare warhorse summoned by the Horror Knight is really summoned from hell.

What Baimao wants is definitely the nightmare horse of this kind of horror knight. If Huo Ling wants to get him a nightmare horse, he must first summon it, and then cancel the summoning contract and let Baimao sign it.

If you want to summon a real nightmare horse, you need to sacrifice soul power when summoning. This is not difficult. Huo Ling can collect a lot of soul power by killing a group of creatures.

However, the summoned nightmare still has a temporary contract with Huo Ling, and Baimao cannot sign a knight contract.

At this time, Huo Ling needs to cancel his temporary summoning contract. If there is no summoning contract, this nightmare horse will soon be sent back to the abyss.

And if Baimao wants to sign a knight contract with it, he needs to conquer this nightmare horse in this short time and let him sign the contract.

This is very difficult.