Chapter 835 Little Whirlwind and Black Drill

Chapter 835 Little Whirlwind and Black Drill

As a monster with roots, the Silver Moon Monster King occupied three mountains in Yuexia Country, namely Wangyue Mountain, Liujin Mountain, and Langtao Mountain.

In addition to Wangyue Mountain, which has the best scenery and the most spiritual energy, the remaining two belong to the second and third kings respectively.

Further down, there are the left and right vanguards of each mountain, as well as the three flag chiefs under their command.

There are six vanguards and eighteen flag chiefs on the three mountains, which sounds like a lot, but it seems very thin when you count the tens of thousands of small monsters.

There are many monsters and little meat, and who is up and who is down depends on the relationship with the upper.

Amber belongs to the three kings of Langtao Mountain, and is managed by the flag chief of the lower flag, one of the upper, middle and lower flags in the hands of the Wu Ma vanguard.

There are hundreds of monsters like him, managing the affairs of the back mountain, including but not limited to keeping watch, patrolling the mountain, chopping wood and so on.

But the hardest thing is to mine in the mine.

There is a small spiritual ore in the middle of the three hills occupied by the Silver Moon Demon King. When it is impossible to increase the body by eating blood, the spiritual ore is an important way for the monsters to practice.

It is impossible for it to do this, but who can let it have a good master?

Amber is responsible for patrolling the mountain every day. At the end of the month, he can also get a soybean-sized spiritual ore, which can be used to exchange things with others, or swallowed to increase cultivation. If you have more ideas, just like the original owner's father, save everything and leave it to the next generation.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch the package on his back, as if he could feel the earnest expectations and bloody smell on it.

Hiss.

There seems to be not much difference between monsters and humans at some times.

When the sun was high in the sky, Amber successfully arrived at the foot of Langtao Mountain. From a distance, he saw several disemboweled corpses hanging on both sides of the road.

The flies attracted by the bloody smell turned the originally good mountain road into a slaughterhouse-like place.

"Black Diamond, you're finally here!"

Just as Amber was looking at the corpse, a shrill voice sounded in the forest, followed by a rustling sound, and a humanoid creature with a mouse head came out. Its lower body was hunched, and it walked lightly and deliberately took big strides, which was very strange.

"It doesn't matter if you go home to visit your relatives, but the patrol of the mountain falls on my head. If I don't look, my flesh will fall off."

"You can also quit."

Amber rolled his eyes.

The guy opposite is called Little Tornado. It is very fast and has almost no attack power. It usually quarrels with other monsters. In the end, it can't get angry and scratches with its claws, like a shrew fighting.

But it is not easy for it to do the patrol work by itself.

This guy also has a unique skill, which is that he likes to collect feces. The fresher the better. If you really get angry, then the shit will really be in the forest, and the smell will last for a long time and can't be washed away no matter how you wash it.

"What are you saying? When your father was still alive, he was my colleague. I was the one who gave you the name of Black Drill. Now you are turning your back on me!"

Little Cyclone was furious, his eyes were red.

The lower the level of the monster, the more honest it is.

"What? This is just a joke."

Amber saw that it was angry, so he restrained his attitude and took out a few pieces of dried meat from his back and threw them over.

These were all snacks that Zhu Cuihua had left for him.

"Hmph!"

Little Cyclone grumbled as he held the dried meat in his mouth and stuffed it all into his mouth in a few seconds, but he didn't swallow it. "When your father was alive, he also liked to fool me with this meat. It's not only salty, but it also makes your teeth ache when you eat it."

That's what he said, but he didn't spit it out.

Amber didn't want to argue any more, and looked at the corpse and said, "What happened?"

"Haha, you asked the right person."

Little Cyclone was shocked, "The miners in their mines were found to have hidden the spiritual stones, and they left from our mountain. The three kings were furious and skinned them in front of all of us."

"I see the skin is still there?"

Amber looked carefully and then retorted.

"Is it a question of whether it is there or not!"

Little Cyclone was almost angry to death, "Do you understand the point of what I'm saying, little guy, take a closer look at what they are!"

Hearing it say this, Amber's brows gradually frowned.

"Are they all monkeys?"

"Hehehe, that's right!"

Little Cyclone grinned and said, "Not only us, but the monkeys on the other two mountains have also suffered, and no one knows the reason."

After saying that, he lowered his voice again, looking mysterious.

"I heard rumors from an old friend that this was an order from the king himself, and they have to die even if they are not wrong."

This made Amber recall what Zhu Cuihua said before, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Although he didn't know why the Silver Moon Demon King wanted to die so badly, he thought that he had to make arrangements in advance.

At least when the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, he would not be implicated and could live a stable life.

"Okay, okay, hurry back to the mountain, don't run around recently, otherwise I won't be able to explain to your mother if something happens."

Little Tornado waved his hand after speaking, turned around and went back into the forest.

Patrolling the mountain is not just a stroll, from dawn to dusk, you must keep wandering in the area you are responsible for. If you dare to be lazy, you will lose your job at the least, or be demoted to a mining slave at the worst.

Amber's family visit holiday is not over yet. He can rest for one day today. Starting tomorrow morning, he will have to continue patrolling the mountain.

He tightened the bag behind him, looked at the monkey corpses a few more times, and then walked up the mountain leisurely.

According to the limited information, this should be the post-Journey to the West world. The monkey had an accident for some reason. Not only is it not well-known, but it has to be cautious when it is mentioned. Its monkeys and grandchildren are also bullied by other monsters.

In Amber's impression, there seem to be few monkeys under the Silver Moon Monster King, but there are quite a lot of monkeys in the mine.

Alas. I really want to leave.

But where can I go?

Amber looked back at himself. According to the description in his memory, the level of monsters is very rough. Only those who can survive the thunder tribulation can be regarded as great monsters. Before that, they are just spirits.

In terms of strength, it is roughly equivalent to the foundation-building cultivators of humans. They can turn into wind and clouds, and can also use the thunder tribulation to refine the things that fall from their bodies and turn them into their own magic weapons.

If you still can't win, you can only show your true form and fight hard.

If you go any higher, there will be no more.

The monster has reached this point, which is almost the limit, and it is basically impossible to make any further progress.

God will not allow it.

Of course, if you have the opportunity to be favored by the immortals, and they give you magic weapons and methods of cultivation, then you will be on the road to the sun.

Don't look at the guys in the mountains who curse happily, such as watchdogs and house dogs, they are really sour!