Chapter 71: Lord of the Old Days and Unexpected Harvest

"Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?!"

After Xia'er parked the car, she ran to Mali for the first time, reached out and grabbed him, checked him all over, even his ears, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was intact.

"I'm fine, you drove well."

After the Cyclops fell to the ground, Mali fired a few more shots to confirm that the target was dead before coming down from the terrace.

After praising the half-elf girl, he looked at Meilisha and asked, "How is your brother?"

Weier was the person most seriously injured in this encounter. To save Leini, he took an axe from the Cyclops head-on. His knight sword was cut off, and the plate armor on his body was deformed, dented into a large piece, and he was still unconscious until now.

Leini and Meilisha were guarding him at this time.

"It's okay, he should only have two or three broken ribs." Meilisha had already checked his injuries and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mali thought for a while and said to Xia'er, "There is a bottle of fruit and vegetable juice in my refrigerator, help me get it."

Fruit and vegetable juice itself was useless, but the raspberries inside contained the essence of nature, which could not only replenish people's spirit but also had healing effects.

Mali poured about one-fifth of the amount and gave it to Meilisha, asking her to feed it to her brother.

The result was immediate.

Soon Weier opened his eyes and said somewhat blankly, "Are you dead too?"

"You're not dead yet," Meilisha said angrily, "but if you are so reckless again, you will die one day."

Weier was stunned. "You mean, we survived from the hands of a Cyclops?"

"Not only that, but that Cyclops was also killed by us!" Xia'er put her hands on her hips. "Well, strictly speaking, it was killed by Master Mali, but we are a team, so it counts as us doing it."

"You saved me?" Weier looked at Mali with gratitude.

Mali shook his head. "You also saved Leini. Xia'er is right; we are a team, and helping each other is a normal thing. Being able to knock down that Cyclops this time is everyone's credit."

He wasn't just saying polite words. Before facing the lizardmen, Mali originally wanted to practice team cooperation, but accidentally wiped out the opposite side alone.

This time facing the Cyclops, without much preparation, everyone performed well on the spot, except for Xia'er whom he had just praised, Huodun who warned in advance, Weier who protected his teammates, Meilisha who decisively came to distract the Cyclops, and even Liweier and Leini performed well.

Taking advantage of the gap when Mali lured the Cyclops away, they dragged the unconscious Weier back to the car.

The only fly in the ointment was the lack of someone who knew enough about the enemy and knew where the weaknesses of different enemies were.

Being able to defeat the Cyclops this time, although it used the effect of some magic potions, it basically relied on hard damage.

Speaking of which, they didn't see Suoluo when they returned to Yingzui City before. According to the landlady of the Squirrel's Tail, the monster hunter had been out of the city for almost half a month, tracking the footprints of an Arachne with a group of adventurers.

Weier and the three ran for nothing and couldn't get back the commission that belonged to them. Mali couldn't carry out recruitment and could only wait until the end of this trade to return to Yingzui City.

Except for Weier who hadn't fully recovered, everyone else got out of the car and came to the Cyclops's corpse.

He was indeed dead, without breathing or heartbeat.

The single eye on the top of his head also lost all its luster.

The old alchemist looked confused. "This is too strange. Cyclopes have always lived in the mountains closer to the North than the Northern Empire and almost never show up. Why did this one run to the Jiadelan Gongguo? How did he manage not to be discovered all the way?"

"Do you mean to say he has accomplices?"

Mali's expression stirred. He remembered the Cyclops's roar before he died, which was actually in Chinese.

"I don't know, I just feel it's too unusual."

Liweier pulled his pointed hat, stepped on the Cyclops's arm, and climbed onto his body.

He looked around on it, his azure eyes shooting sharp light, but he didn't find anything unusual.

Until he raised his staff, chanted a spell, and released a Zero-ring detection magic.

A weak reaction immediately appeared on the Cyclops's chest.

Liweier used his staff to push away the rags on his body, and a black mark appeared there.

It looked like a palm, but the knuckles were not connected, looking indescribably strange.

The old alchemist's expression suddenly became ugly.

"What did you see?" Mali asked.

"The mark of an evil god." Liweier's expression was serious. "I think this explains why this Cyclops ran thousands of miles here. He is a believer of an evil god!"

"Evil god, what evil god?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the owner of this mark calls himself the Lord of the Old Days. Although there is no absolute evidence in the academic world at present, many ancient books imply that it is very likely to have an inextricable connection with the destruction of that ancient alchemy civilization thousands of years ago."

"Uh... is he a guy with an octopus head, sealed in the deep sea, who will radiate unspeakable fear and make people who approach him go crazy?"

"Why would you say that?" The old alchemist asked suspiciously. "There is no exact description of the appearance of the Lord of the Old Days in ancient books, nor is there any record that he will radiate fear. It only says that he extremely hated the ancient alchemy civilization, and with the destruction of the ancient alchemy civilization, he did indeed disappear together. I didn't expect that after thousands of years, he would reappear in the world."

"This is a big deal. When we arrive at Shuiquan Town, we must report this matter to the Alchemy Association."

Just as the two were talking, Huodun dragged the Cyclops's axe, which weighed hundreds of pounds, over.

Meilisha didn't care much at first, until her eyes fell on the handle of that axe. The beautiful silvery-white luster flowing on it attracted her attention in an instant, and she couldn't help but let out a soft 'eh'.

"This thing..."

"It's Mithril!" The old alchemist looked down from above and recognized it at a glance, a look of surprise appearing on his face. He took two steps in one, ran down from the giant's body, and leaned forward.

"It can't be wrong, this is Mithril! An incomparably rare alchemy material. Its quality is lighter than steel, but its hardness is even higher than steel. Most importantly, it has very high magic elemental affinity. Equipment forged with it can even be worn by mages."

"The only drawback is that the price is too, too expensive. Only the Dwarves can mine a small amount, and the selling price is ten times that of gold of the same weight. Even as wealthy as an alchemist, few can afford it."

"My God, this axe handle looks like it should weigh at least twenty pounds. Converted into Gold Eagles, it's probably over ten thousand! Quickly put it away, don't let anyone see it!" ===== CHAPTER 72 =====