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It's so confusing anyway!

Shaking his head, Weston stopped thinking about these crap.

"I'm going to clean it up."

Regardless of Luca's puzzled look, Weston walked to the other side with a medical bandage and antiseptic.

Some wounds have just been carefully cleaned and bandaged.

Suddenly, a hurried voice came from behind.

"No, it's not good, Captain. Someone..."

"What's the matter?" Weston frowned, got up, and immediately returned to the crowd.

A bearded dwarf lying next to Welf and Bell was dying, drinking water, one arm had been detached from his body, and the wound looked like it had been forcibly torn off.

"What happened?" Weston asked suspiciously.

"This guy said that after the goblin emperor rioted, another group of monsters ran up. Because the fifth floor was emptied by the goblin emperor once, all the monsters ran directly here."

"Yes, yes... Minotaur!" The bearded man said with difficulty, with indescribable fear in his eyes.

Weston's expression suddenly became very speechless.

Why every time the adventurer I meet comes to him to ask for water in one breath, and then brings news of a big boss.

This isn't really an RPG game.

Fortunately, this time, after the hot-blooded teenagers have traveled between life and death, at least they are not as mentally retarded as before, and they are all silent.

Weston couldn't help but look suspiciously at the silver-haired boy.

"What, what's wrong..." Bell asked weakly.

"Nothing!" He really doubted whether it was this guy's aura that would automatically lead others into a state of leapfrog killing.

However, who can be blamed for this, I can only say that if I don't commit sins first, I won't encounter this situation.

"Everyone is packed and ready to leave!" Weston stood up and shouted.

However, at this moment, an earthquake-like sound came from the entrance to the third floor.

A bull-headed monster with scarlet pupils and a height of five meters came out of the hole, holding a blood-stained mace in his hand. Obviously, he wanted to ask about its mace when he wanted to leave.

There was a haze on Weston's face.

"Forget it, prepare to fight."

"Yes!"

"Magician, read magic directly, and attack the wound I attacked." After saying this, Weston rushed over with a knife.

There is no preparation work, and while the state of the Wanbao mallet is still there, Weston wants to kill this guy directly.

Imitating Lyu's moving pace, the blessing state Weston's figure turned into several phantoms, and quickly sprinted to the front of Minotaur, and slashed it with a knife.

With a crisp sound, a blood line appeared in front of Minotaur's face.

With one blow, the face of the seventeenth-level monster split.

"Okay, so strong..." Bell muttered dully.

"Is this still the guy from before?" Welf was also stunned. Even if it wasn't a mutation, it wouldn't be something that a Lv1 level person could handle, right?

Don't even cut Minotaur's head with a knife.

"Of course, the head of the regiment has always been this strong!" Yorick was actually frightened in his heart. Although he knew that it might be the effect of Kaibin's props, he never thought that the state of blessing could be so strong.

"This is definitely not normal..." Kaibin murmured, even if the effect of the Wanbao Mallet was delayed, it shouldn't be like this.Minotaurs are monsters of the middle class.

And Weston actually crossed the stage directly, and the effect of the props has already overflowed.

Damn, didn't the master tell him that he would be so strong?Could it be that the head of the group has some special prop stacking?

"Where's the cover?" Weston, who was at the forefront, turned his head and shouted angrily.

Cut the Minotaur in half with one knife?

These guys are too confident in themselves, right?

He's not Sword Girl Ace Wallenstein.

He was caught off guard with this knife, and another fireball exploded into the wound, which would definitely kill him directly.

These guys are actually chatting leisurely in the back?

Chapter No.17 is over, the newcomers

"Roar!!!"

Minotaur was slashed by Weston, and he covered his face and let out a deafening roar.

Immediately afterwards, a mace swung downwards.

Weston's huge roar shook his head, and he was a little caught off guard.

The speed at which a mace struck, made Weston's eyes widen, and he had no choice but to block the knife in front of him.