Magic Domain

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Hahaha, wonderful... come again! "

Renault once again wielded the hammer hammer physically, venting his ecstasy frantically.

So back and forth.

once.

twice.

three times.

ten times……

When the tenth body recovered its full strength under the mysterious power of the blue mysterious mark, Renault temporarily stopped.

Because he discovered a more surprising phenomenon.

The power of this body is rising silently.

To put it simply, before starting mining, Renault, the body's power, was only 50 or 60 pounds.

But after being exhausted ten times in a row by the mysterious blue crystal imprint, the upper limit of Renault's body strength has now easily reached 100 pounds.

The most intuitive performance is that the 30-pound iron hammer was very heavy for Renault at the beginning. In many cases, it takes two hands to beat the hammer, and then it can be rounded again, but now, with one hand, he has become extremely heavy. Easy.

Renault felt that the hammer had become lighter, but actually his strength had become stronger.

"Don't every time after the exhaustion, the power of the blue mysterious crystal mark not only repairs my fatigue, but also improves my physical fitness and raises my upper limit of strength?"

This conjecture made Renault ecstatic irresistibly.

Because if this guess is true, it means that he hardly needs any martial arts mentality or cheats. Relying on continuous high-intensity physical labor, he will become a warrior with powerful strength.

For Renault, who suffers from being unable to become stronger, this is simply natural.

He endured the excitement in his heart, talked about the hammer again, and began to verify his guess.

Qiang Qiang!

Qiang Qiang!

The hammer hit the iron braze, and Mars splashed.

For a full time of incense sticks, he broke a hundred hammers without interruption, and Renault felt exhausted again.

Sure enough, when the whole body was extremely exhausted and reached the limit of physical strength, the mysterious power in the blue crystal mark appeared again.

So back and forth.

After another hour, the sunset was near the mountain.

Reynolds bent halfway, covered with sweat and sweat, his hair moistened in his ears, and the whole person seemed to be pulled out of the water, but his face was full of ecstasy, standing there ha ha ha Giggle non-stop.

"Sure enough, my guess is nothing wrong, ha ha ha!"

He wiped the sweat from his face, his heart bright.

In the past hour, his power, under the effect of the blue mysterious crystal imprint, once again improved.

At this time, his body vaguely had a strength of 150 pounds.

One hundred and fifty pounds.

I can't believe it.

In this slave mining camp, the sturdy human slaves are only more than a hundred pounds of strength.

Very few of them have a little shallow foundation of martial arts, or a strong hercules who are born with great strength, but they are only more than two hundred kilograms of strength.

And Renault's body is just a child less than 14 years old. After only half an afternoon, the strength has increased from 50 to 60 pounds to more than 150 pounds.

This is simply a miracle.

Two hours ago, the more than thirty pounds of iron hammer was very heavy for Renault.

But at this time, the same hammer was fluttering like a grass stem in his hand.

Renault can even operate the hammer with one hand.

"It's only half an afternoon. What if it's a day, a month, or even a year? My strength can reach a thousand pounds, ten thousand pounds, or even... a hundred thousand pounds? Even if it is known as the powerful iron mountain tribe demon The warriors of the descendants of the clan are rumored to be only five or six hundred pounds of strength. Only elite warriors of the demon clan can reach the power of a thousand pounds."

Renault was more and more excited.

He vaguely saw his way of the strong.

Seeing the hope of dominating your own destiny and protecting your sister.

Even if you can't practice martial arts temporarily, a monster with ten thousand pounds of strength can definitely be regarded as a master. If the strength reaches a certain level, you can use strength to make tricks.

"This blue mysterious crystal is really amazing, but anyone who knows this kind of treasure will be greedy. I must keep this secret well. Never let others know, even my sister... well, I can't tell for now. Sister, wait until the time is right, and it’s not too late to tell her." Renault wondered.

"And the growth of strength is not necessarily the only meaning of the blue mysterious crystal mark. Maybe it has all these other magical effects. This will require me to discover slowly."

Renault was more and more excited.

A cold wind blew.

Renault shivered, only to realize that the sun was about to set.

"It's time to go back."

He picked some of the ore he smashed before, about some sixty kilograms, put it in an iron basket that he had brought before, and turned his back to leave this remote location.

The golden sunset shone on the teenager and pulled out a long shadow on the ground.

...

The place where the ore is exchanged daily for food is at the gate of the slave residence in the mining area.

Under a giant tree with a crown like an umbrella, four slightly dressed people stood beside a stone table slightly carved out of white ore, and a middle-aged man with a triangular-faced goatee scribe Wandering lying on a rattan chaise lounge, and behind the stone table, ten huge iron wheels were lined up in line, and the cart was pulled by antlers, a body like a horse,

But it is even more huge. The secondary World of Warcraft with long antlers and natural power, was domesticated by the descendants of the Devil Race of the Iron Mountain Tribe, and used it as a coolie for pulling carts.

Hundreds of ragged human-mining slaves lined up in front of the stone table to turn over the mined ore in exchange for food of the day.

Thirty pounds of ore can be exchanged for a sprouted potato, or a piece of dry bread and some vegetables.

A hundred pounds of ore can be exchanged for a piece of dried meat that is the size of a nail block, but for the mined slaves who live in misery, this exchange is equivalent to death. If they are not full, they can't recover their strength in time. If there is not enough ore, it will soon be tired and starving.

So no miner would choose to exchange meat.

Carrying an iron basket, Renault quietly lined up at the end of the slave ranks.

But soon someone found him.

"Reynolds, are you... hurt?" A young mine slave of his age watched the light of surprise in his eyes. When he saw Renault, he yelled in surprise.

This roar immediately caught the attention of others.

So a lot of eyes projected on Renault.

For a time, countless shocked sounds of breathing air.

Four days ago, Renault was interrupted by the demon inspector Barutt’s limbs and flesh and blood, and was thrown into the mine ditch to feed the Warcraft. It had spread throughout the slave camp. Many people resented the devil’s brutality. There is also infinite sympathy for Reynolds, but there is nothing he can do. It’s just that there are too many of these things happening in the slave mining camp. Gradually people are numb. When Reynolds died in bed, some people went to the house to comfort Su Daji, seeing Renault's misfortune at the time, basically everyone decided that he would die.

"Little Renault, are you really okay?"

"It's better?"

"God, it's a miracle."

"Did you see the iron basket on his back? It's full of ore, just kill it forty or fifty pounds."

"Yesterday I was still unconscious in bed, but I can go to mine today? Did Su Daji find a magician?"

For a time, the minions talked inexplicably, and there was a loud noise.

At this time, behind the stone table under the big tree in front, there was a sound of impatient drinking--

"Noisy, noisy? A group of bed bugs... Blind your dog eyes, didn't you see that Grandpa Jia is taking a nap? Wake up his old man, do you bear it? Hey, I think you are a group of scumbags, yes Don’t you want to get your pig food? No matter how noisy, I will leave for Lao Tzu."

This was one of the few neat and clean robes at the stone table under the big tree, and he was suddenly angry.

All of a sudden, the minions suddenly froze, and immediately silenced.

The scene suddenly became very silent.

Renault stunned for a moment, then thought a little, and knew the identity of these guys from the merged memory.

Mining area slave autonomous team.

They are members of the Mining Camp Clan Slave Self-Government Team and are responsible for reviewing the color and weight of the ore turned over by the slaves every day.

Although they are also human slaves, their status is much higher than that of ordinary human slaves. They do not need to carry out heavy and laborious mining work, but they can also eat, wear and warm themselves.

But to put it bluntly, the so-called self-government team is actually the dog legs of the descendants of the Devil from the Iron Mountain tribe.

These people have completely given up their dignity as a human race, and even ashamed to be a human race. Like a dog, they lived by shaking their tails and beating their horses. When they saw the devil, they saw their father, but they were very incomparable to their fellow humans. Harsh and vicious, helping the Devil descendants of the Iron Mountain tribe to monitor and supervise the human slaves, just like the nails inserted by the Devil in the efforts of the human race. It is said that there are several times when the human slaves secretly planned the uprising escape and were all given by these dog legs. Ruined.

Especially the middle-aged triangle-faced goat Hu Wenshi who took a nap comfortably on the wicker chair is a terrible character.

This middle-aged triangle-faced goat Hu Wenshi is called Jia Ren. He is the No. 2 character of the Human Slave Self-Government. He claims to be resourceful, but in fact it is a conspiracy and a trick. A belly is bad water. It is insidious and treacherous. He could come up with such bad ideas. The whole slave camp was scared. The human slaves who died in his hands and the human slaves that he secretly calculated did not know how many.

So a member of the self-governing team shouted, and the human slaves immediately muttered.

The obscenity of these people can be seen.

Reynolds smiled at the boy of the same age and said nothing.

Before he had enough power, he didn't want to attract too much attention.

But just in a round of effort, Renault was shocked in his heart, aware of what he had noticed, and consciously erected all over with his hair.

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