In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

Weston looked at the progress bar that had gone a long way, and became excited. He didn't bother to collect the slime skin trophies, and ran around in a circle next to the four little slime corpses.

Collected all four green experience light balls.

However, the progress bar is still short of being full by a small section.

With his golden finger as a time traveler opening up, Weston was suddenly full of fighting spirit.

However, before entering the next dungeon area, Weston first had to collect the loot.

Weston opened a small backpack on his back and unfolded the folded part. The small backpack quickly expanded into a large backpack the size of a school bag.

This is a good partner and combat bag for low-level professionals.

Among low-level professionals, there are very few who have storage space props.

Most people who grind dungeons rely on combat bags to store loot.

When it does not contain items, the combat bag can be folded into a small backpack that does not hinder movement and does not affect the combat operations of professionals.

After containing the trophies, the professional must put the combat bag in a safe area before the battle to avoid damaging the trophies during the battle.

Weston followed the knowledge he learned in the trophy collection class at the Battle Wizard Academy. After squeezing out the internal organs and acid in the slime skin, he neatly folded the skin and put it into the storage bag of his combat bag and fixed it.

After carrying his battle bag, Weston walked towards the secret realm dungeon portal that appeared after the monsters were cleared.

Through the secret realm dungeon portal, Weston came to the next dungeon area.

In the same garbage mountain environment, this time what appeared in front of Weston was no longer slimes, but three kobolds who were picking up useful garbage on the garbage mountain.

This little monster is covered with scaly skin and has a long jaw and mouth like a crocodile. Each person carries a large bag sewn with various rags and pieces of cloth. He rummages through the garbage mountain and picks up things he finds useful. into their pockets.

Ever since a kobold BOSS kobold champion fighter in the garbage dump at the bottom was challenged and killed by a team of professionals, the kobold power has begun to weaken.

Being driven everywhere by slimes and useless code machine monsters, they can only survive in corner areas where resources are scarce.

However, the tenacious kobolds still found their own way to survive.

They collect recyclable metal waste and exchange some food with the mechanical puppets responsible for recycling metal, struggling to survive.

However, don't think that because they are willing to trade with mechanical puppets, they will not attack professionals who enter the secret realm.

The kobolds still retain the belief left by their previous BOSS kobold champion fighter, the belief in the gladiatorial killing demon.

Mechanical puppets have no souls. Attacking mechanical puppets cannot be used to make sacrifices to please the devil of gladiatorial combat and obtain the power gifted by the devil.

But it is okay to kill professionals who enter the secret realm.

Without the BOSS, the kobolds are more crazy than ever.

Because as long as a professional is killed, they may become the new kobold BOSS.

As soon as Weston hid his backpack in a pile of rotting rags on the edge of the garbage dump, the alert kobold garbage man discovered Weston and barked like a dog.

Weston drew his gun, pointed it at the kobold garbage man who issued the warning, raised his hand and shot.

Unfortunately, in a hurry, he shot low and hit high, and the bullet missed.

Weston aimed at the kobold's chest. Because Weston's impact on the terrain was estimated to be low, he hit the kobold trashman's knee.

The Black Star Pistol, which can kill a small slime with one shot, hit the kobold garbage man's knee. After penetrating the tough scale skin, it got stuck in the gaps between the bones of the kobold garbage man.

However, after receiving this shot, this kobold trash man was also disabled.

However, after being alerted by the warning and discovering the intruder, the kobold garbage men turned around, took out various metal garbage from the garbage bags they were carrying, and threw them at Weston.

Weston wanted to repeat his old trick and find a bunker to shoot.

It's a pity that this garbage mountain has been dug through countless times by garbage guys. Not to mention a hard bunker on the surface of the garbage mountain, there is not even a metal block as big as a fist. There is nothing that can provide cover for Weston.

After Weston rolled in embarrassment to avoid the two pieces of metal garbage coming at him, he quickly judged the situation and rushed towards the kobold garbage man on the garbage mountain.

It's not that Weston is seeking death, it's that Weston's geographical advantage is too poor.

If Weston were to shoot at the kobold garbage men under the garbage mountain, even if he killed these kobold garbage men, he would still be hit all over his head by the metal garbage thrown by the kobold garbage men.

Weston was shooting, interfering with the kobold's aim of throwing things, while trudging through the garbage mountain.

The kobold trash guy was shocked by the bullets hitting him and retreated repeatedly, and the frequency of throwing things and hitting people was greatly reduced.

However, the two of them with good legs and feet retreated quickly, and the kobold trash guy who was crippled by Weston in the first shot could not escape so easily.

Using both hands and feet, the kobold didn't run a few steps away. Weston caught up with him and put the Black Star pistol against the back of the kobold's head, firing in an execution style.

No matter how hard the kobold's skin and bones are, it can't block such a close range shot.

After being penetrated through the skull, the tumbling bullets stirred the kobold's brain into paste, killing him on the spot.

Weston wiped a few drops of kobold plasma splashed on his face with his left hand, ignoring the unwiped blood.

He seizes the time to change the magazine, pulls the gun and reloads the gun into the chamber, then chases the two kobold trash guys who run away in fear.

After losing one of their companions, the frequency of the two garbage men throwing away metal garbage was greatly reduced, and Weston quickly got within a few meters of him.

After getting closer, Weston's design accuracy increased significantly.

The two shots hit in succession. After killing a kobold first, another shot hit the shoulder of another kobold, causing him to lose his ability to attack.

Just when Weston was about to recharge his gun and kill the last kobold, a black shadow jumped up from behind Weston and bit down on Weston's neck.

Fortunately, Weston felt the change of light and shadow and dodged his body, avoiding the vital part of his neck.

The black shadow bit Weston's shoulder.

Weston vaguely saw that the one biting him was a weasel-like monster about the size of a puppy.

Weston used the reflex speed of his many years of shooting games to turn the muzzle of his gun and shoot the monster in the head.

The gunshot almost rang in Weston's ears, making Weston's ears buzz.

The monster whose head was penetrated by a bullet fell limply from Weston's shoulder.

Weston ignored the wound on his shoulder and strode forward. After sending the last kobold on his way, Weston carefully observed the battlefield and only relaxed after making sure that there were no more enemies.