() With a dark face, Mr. Shan stared at the plague area. His back teeth were cracked and his heart was heavy. There was a very powerful guy in the plague area who was hostile to him.

Is it a passive counterattack when its territory is invaded, or is it unhappiness caused by absorbing the plague? All kinds of thoughts kept flashing through Shan Ye's mind.

His thick right arm lazily moved a piece of gravel, and Shan Ye's incomplete auricle suddenly moved. He tightened his fat belly, propped up his body, and faced the source of the sound.

Wearing a flower-steel battle armor as thin as cicada wings, with a pair of soft iron boots on his showy feet, and a sexy ice silk lining, Shan Ye's eyes lit up slightly.

Aimeier led seven or eight senior drow warriors and stopped five or six meters away from Shan Ye.

Her beautiful eyes looked at Master Shan quietly, and information about "Roshan" flashed through Amiel's mind.

After pondering for a moment, Aimeier was the first to speak out: "Are you Roshan?" His voice was clear and gentle, with a hint of curiosity.

Shan Ye nodded and glanced over several senior drows. They were wary of their tight bodies, which put a little pressure on Shan Ye.

Emerald suppressed the curiosity in his eyes, took a step forward expressionlessly, and stared at Master Shan with his eyes: "Purpose! Conditions!"

Mr. Shan narrowed his eyes slightly and scratched his fat belly with his big hand: "One... one request, and a large number of death row prisoners. I will help you eliminate the plague in this area."

Emerald's eyes were slightly focused, and her gaze slowly fell on Shan Ye's scarlet eyes as big as a bowl of sea: "What are the requirements? How many death row prisoners?" The voice was slightly cold, with a compelling aura.

Master Shan paused and said in deep thought: "The flesh and bones of some kind of powerful creature, or some kind of powerful stomach pouch."

Emel raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Fine and flesh? Stomach?" The crisp voice was mixed with undisguised surprise.

Master Shan nodded and added: "There are still a large number of death row prisoners."

Emel's beautiful eyes lit up, and a smile flashed on her expressionless face: "Do you want to 'explode' the potion?"

Shanye didn't comment, he just looked at Emel quietly, waiting for her decision.

Emel raised the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Aren't you afraid that I'll catch you and 'explode' things like a half-demon?"

Mr. Shan gasped "hehe" a few times, and he didn't know whether he was laughing or sarcastic.

A senior drow next to Emer suddenly leaned into her ear and whispered a few words.

Aimeier's face darkened slightly and her brows furrowed: "Let them hold on for a while, and there will be results soon." After saying that, he hesitated slightly and agreed to Shan Ye's conditions.

Master Shan suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and quietly discussed tactics with Emer.

After a moment, Emel frowned slightly and hesitated: "Is this possible?"

Mr. Shan patted his chest with a confident look on his face. He raised his chin slightly with a slight smile.

Emer was dubious, but still summoned more than 20 high-level drow and gathered them quickly.

After waiting for a moment, a group of emaciated death row inmates in ragged clothes were escorted over.

There are humans, lizardmen, half-demon, and even a few unruly drow.

Before anyone gets close, the sound comes first.

"Emel, you usurper of power, I will tear you apart sooner or later!!" This is a middle-aged female elite with disheveled hair, confusion, and a strong stench all over her body.

"Emel, you perfidious bitch..."

All the prisoners on death row screamed hoarse, accusing Aimeier of atrocities.

There was a smile on Amiel's lips, and she even greeted a few familiar prisoners on death row generously, but what she received in return was endless abuse. The more fierce the inmates on death row cursed, the stronger the smile on Amiel's face.

Master Shan had no expression on his face, as he was leading an animal, leading these death row prisoners whose strength was greatly reduced, away for a distance.

It's really boring to kill these people who have no ability to resist. But what is revealed is excellent.

"Ding! Kill a senior half-demon and gain 344 experience points!"

"Ding! Get a bottle of intermediate healing potion!"

"Ding! Get the equipment Scale Boots!"....

After a while, Master Shan took stock of the harvest, his big scarlet eyes curled up with a smile.

"Ding! The remaining experience points are 7877 points!"

7 bottles of intermediate healing potions, 5 bottles of intermediate mana potions. Equipped with a pair of scale boots, a silver flower necklace, and a pair of rare bast gloves.

Scale boots: defense 5-8, after equipped, increase movement speed by 3%. Can be exchanged for 133 experience points.

Silver Flower Necklace: Defense 3-5. After equipped, it increases spirit by 4 points. Can be exchanged for 172 experience points.

Bast Gloves: Defense 7-9. Can be exchanged for 92 experience points.

After all the equipment, Shan Ye took out three bottles of mana potions and two bottles of healing potions, and threw them directly to Emer.

Emerl stood still, and the two drow next to him reached out to take it, and handed it to Emerel respectfully.

Emerald's beautiful eyes flashed, and she stroked the short body of the bottle with her delicate hands. She lowered her eyelids, pondered for a moment, and nodded to a drow warrior.

The drow warriors fanned the scarlet flames, rushed to the plague area, and squandered the flames.

When she was exhausted and out of breath, she drank a bottle of mana potion and closed her eyes to feel it.

A flash of joy flashed across his face, and the drow warrior secretly nodded to Emer.

Emer's eyes suddenly changed. He glanced at the billowing green mist of the plague, and immediately sighed softly, suppressing the greed in his heart.

Upon seeing this, Master Shan relaxed his tense muscles and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If you cooperate with a bitch like Emel, you risk being stabbed at any time. Mr. Shan can see with his own eyes that this guy is treacherous.

After adjusting his mood, Mr. Shan's face returned to normal and he raised his chin: "Start!"

Twenty high-level drow gathered around Shan Ye, standing with their swords drawn, looking warily at the endless rolling green mist of the plague.

Slowly stretched out his right hand, and lightly touched the green mist of the plague with his nails.

"Ding! The source of the plague has been discovered, and pre-mission 3 of the hateful job transfer has begun!"

"Ding! Refining the source of plague consumes 35 experience points per second and takes 45 seconds!"

When the refining started, Shan Ye's palm was like a vacuum cleaner, whipping up gusts of wind, and the green mist of plague swirled and was quickly absorbed into Shan Ye's body.

"Ding! Refining the source of plague by 3%, the remaining time is 43 seconds!"

"Ding! Refining the source of plague by 10%, the remaining time is 39 seconds!"....

Aimeier's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at Master Shan's palm in surprise, with some inexplicable worries flashing through her heart: "Should we kill this mysterious meat mountain? To prevent future troubles?"

Aimeier felt the threats coming from Shan Ye, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he quickly restrained himself.

"Ding! Refining the source of plague is 80%, and the remaining time is 9 seconds!"

Mr. Shan's heart was pounding and his face was covered in cold sweat. The left cheek where he was kicked was still throbbing slightly.
Chapter completed!