"That's all?" Lorne frowned and questioned the other party.
Being stared at like this, the Forest Drake immediately cried, "Master Adventurer, I'm only a drake. It's not easy to accumulate these treasures. These are all my savings. If you can let me go, I'll give them all to you. What do you think?"
"I don't think we have a deal."
Lorne grinned and ordered Black Weaver to kill it, the sharp spider spear slicing through its body.
-59,000 (Critical)
A huge critical hit number flew out, and this drake with the high purity bloodline of a dragon directly lost its life on the ground, exploding into a pile of rare equipment.
"This big-headed dragon is too stupid. If I kill it, Master will still be able to obtain the treasures. Why would we need to promise it anything?"
Black Weaver pulled out the spider spear and waved it gently, causing the blood to disappear.
"Go get out the gems in the cave. We're leaving, Black Weaver."
