Colonize Alien

[Power of Overlord] There are three levels in total, which can increase strength by 50%/75%/100% respectively, while ensuring that strength enhancement will not fail, and this increase in strength is an increase that ignores the basic limit of the body, the effect can be said Pretty good.

[Serpent Body] and [Elemental Body] also have the same effect, but the attributes are replaced by agility and magic affinity.

[Sword Intent] is rather vague, it just says that it can communicate with the spirit of the sword, but Bai Gang's swordsmanship has just been upgraded to LV8, it is said to have nurtured the ignorant spirit, which is obviously used in conjunction!

After choosing [Sword Intent] without hesitation, Bai Gang felt as if a truck had crushed his bones inch by inch.

The excruciating pain lasted for more than half an hour before it subsided.

Bai Gang picked up the knife and swung it twice at will, feeling the faint connection. It seemed that the knife in his hand had become a part of his body. His slashing was more precise, faster, and easier than ever. It was an experience he had never had, but it wasn't what he wanted.

What he wanted was the "dead line" that appeared at a critical moment in the previous battle with the Gargoyle. Bai Gang vaguely felt that this should be some kind of function of the sword consciousness.

After repeated attempts and unsuccessful attempts, Bai Gang could only choose to give up. He suspected that that kind of function should not be able to be used normally by the LV8 swordsmanship. He can actually acquire this skill.

"Count White, are you there?"

Bai Gang put the knife back in its sheath, opened the door, and outside stood the dwarf hot stove looking at him eagerly.

"Lord Count, now... is it time for dinner?"

Looking at the dwarf who was shy but full of anticipation, Bai Gang only felt the pain in his eyes and quickly turned his head away.

"That's right, it's dinner time, let's go down."

It didn't take long for Bai Gang to take out a table full of packaged food and drinks from the warehouse. At the beginning, Bai Gang tried to cook some hot dishes for these people, but found that he was far too fast. After being far behind the speed of these animals, Bai Gang gave up decisively and gave these guys either field rations or potato chips snacks every day. The aborigines who had never eaten these foods also enjoyed it.

Soon a few good drinkers had already fallen asleep in the **** heap, and only Annu, Dilitan, Nordive and Bai Gang were still awake.

Dillitan stuffed himself a piece of potato chips and chewed a little bit slowly-the supplies hoarded at the supply station were mainly field rations, water and oil. The quantity of such snacks was quite limited. After Tian Hu eats the sea and drinks, only this bag is left.

"Lord Count, I just can't imagine how big your fleet is. The supplies are so rich that you can build such a strong fortress for the patrol team and hoard so many supplies. To be honest, just this supply station is more than many small nobles. The castle is better."

Bai Gang smiled slightly and said, "I believe Captain Dilitan will be able to see my fleet soon. If our luck is not too bad, a patrol will arrive in the next two days."

Dilitan sighed, "I still can't believe that you, Lord Count, don't know the way of your fleet."

"I can't help it. I was sitting in the car when I went out. I didn't pay attention to the outside situation at that time, so I didn't know the way."

"In a carriage? A carriage? You actually ride a carriage in a place like this!?"

"No...it's not a carriage..." Bai Gang rubbed his forehead, he felt a bit of a headache, and wanted to explain to a person who lived in the Middle Ages what a car was really not a job he was capable of, "I can't be specific to you either. Explain, and you'll understand when you see it."

Dilitan rolled his eyes: "Why do you end up with this phrase no matter what I ask you recently?"

Bai Gang said painfully, "Trust me, because this is the only way I can think of an explanation!"

Just when they arrived at the supply station with Dilitan and the others, Bai Gang had quietly contacted the base, reported the general situation on his side, and also told the base that his technological equipment had been exposed, so that they did not have to worry about what to do. The gesture appeared in front of the aborigines.

Dilitan took a sip of mineral water and said, "Count White, although life here is pretty good, I still don't want to waste too much time."

Bai Gang said helplessly, "I can't make the decision... it's just luck."

The two were talking when they heard the roar of the engine faintly coming from outside.

"Hehe, it seems that we have a good luck this time. Listening to the sound, the patrol team is coming." Bai Gang smiled, "Call them all up, pack up and prepare to go!"

Except for a few spellcasters, the warrior class in the expedition team is all drunks, even the young Sawyer is no exception.

In fact, middle and low-level fighters in the entire Anglia continent are very fond of getting drunk. More than half of them are alcoholics~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The most important military supplies on the front line of Echo Canyon are alcohol. food!

The reason is very simple. The battlefield on the front line of Echo Canyon is a mill of flesh and blood. The average survival time of middle and low-level fighters is only three battles. , but if there is a lack of alcohol, these warriors may soon collapse due to extreme depression.

However, their long-term fighting career has also allowed them to develop a unique ability - Di Litien shouted "Get ready to fight!", and the drunkards who were still sound asleep immediately jumped up and took advantage of the energy around them. The things he touched formed a circle around each other, and he looked around vigilantly.

But the next second they found out that they had been deceived. They were still in a safe supply station, and there was no shadow of the enemy around.

"Captain Dilitan! Can you not wake us up this way every time!? This is very annoying!"

"In other ways, how could you group of drunkards get up so fast!? Well, shut up for me now and pack up!"

"Packing up? Are we leaving?"

"That's right, Earl White's patrol has arrived."

"Great! I can't wait!"

The dwarf Hot Stove was the most excited. He used his fat black hands to wipe the grease stains hanging from his beard, and quickly ran to the room to carry all his belongings out.

According to Earl White, there are more varieties of premium wines on his ship, far beyond what the "cheaps" in the supply depot can match.

Hehe... The good things that I have never tasted are actually called cheap goods, when I heard this sentence, the heart of the stove flew away.