3,950 Slaughter EXP.
Even after deducting the 900 EXP he got from killing the kobolds, each advanced gnoll warrior still gave Søren close to 300 Slaughter EXP. These monsters were born with a Monster Level of 3 and a Profession Level of 1 or 2, so the Slaughter EXP they got was ten times more than the kobolds. Of course, it was also more difficult to deal with them. Søren used half a bottle of Wyvern Venom on them, and it could only last one more battle before it was used up.
There was nothing to gain from the gnolls, and the broken weapons were worthless.
After resting for a while, Søren headed towards the gnolls' nest. He didn't want to let go of the loot, and the group of gnolls that he scared away probably didn't dare to go back. Soon, he arrived near the nest. The gnolls that ran away didn't come back. These gnolls would become wanderers in the wilderness until they were accepted into the tribe by stronger gnolls. The smell in the nest was terrible, and it was filled with a pungent stench and the smell of blood.
Søren saw many skeletons of beasts, humans, and humanoid creatures. There were also traces of bonfires nearby.
The gnolls collected their loot in a very messy way, and many of them were stained with blood. He even saw some human skins. The gnolls used the skins of their prey to make simple leather armor. There were many weapons in the nest, and it seemed that they had attacked humans before. Of course, they wouldn't have brought such ordinary weapons. Søren only took out the Kindler. There were also some ordinary goods, probably from the caravans that they attacked in the past. There weren't many valuable items.
In the end, he found about a hundred Kindler and one or two Amber Stones.
What a surprise!
These gnolls didn't even have as much money as the Kobold Sorcerers.
Søren washed his hands unhappily, and then put the valuable items in the bag. There was no way he could bring the goods and weapons with him. They were too heavy, and he couldn't fit them in the bag. When he returned at night, he would tell the village that maybe they would be interested in sending someone to take them away. These were all daily necessities, and they could use them if he brought them back.
Søren was ready to leave.
But just as he was about to leave, a light caught his attention.
"Huh?"
He carefully pried open the stone wall with his scimitar, and found a gem hidden inside.
"Shit!" Soran couldn't help but curse. He took out the gem, held it in his hand, and looked at it under the sun. He immediately said, "I didn't expect these guys to have such a good thing. They really hid it well."
It was a pink diamond.
It was only half the size of a fingernail and had not been polished. If it was not for the light that attracted Soran's attention, he would have missed it. Some businessmen would buy this kind of unpolished diamond and bring it back after making money. Firstly, they could carry it with them, which was more discreet than carrying a large amount of Gold Derahls. Secondly, they could earn another sum of money after returning to their hometown. Søren Søren Søren Søren Søren Søren ren Søren.
"Probably worth five or six hundred Kindler?"
Søren had never studied the price of diamonds before, but they had always been expensive. Normal diamonds cost about two or three hundred Kindler dollars, and pink diamonds cost about twice as much. This was just a raw diamond that had not been polished. After polishing, it would definitely be smaller, but its value should not be less than 500 Kindler coins.
Søren put away the pink diamond with a smile.
Even though he had looted quite a few valuable items from the corpses of the dwarven adepts, it wasn't convenient for him to sell them. Even a low-grade Sorcerer's Ring was hard to buy. Whether it was for Vivian or himself, it was a life-saving item. As for the other things, such as the Shadow Tentacle spell scroll, they shouldn't be sold. Although he couldn't use it now, copying scrolls wasn't easy at all. Just the basic materials required could reach hundreds of Kindler coins.
And it wasn't a 100% success rate!
If he didn't count the items he looted from the corpses of the dwarven adepts, Søren's total earnings would only add up to three or four hundred Kindler coins, which was barely enough to buy one or two rare items.
Of course, they would only be low-grade rare items. Even the high-grade ones were frighteningly expensive.
Søren looked around again to make sure he didn't miss anything valuable. Only then did he quickly leave the gnoll nest.
It was getting late.
If he didn't want to camp in the wilderness, it would be best for him to go back now.
He should be able to return to the village before nightfall. He would then have a good night's rest and go check out the place where the ogres appeared the next day.
Those creatures were even more dangerous than the gnolls.
Ogres had a monster level of 5, and most of them had advanced professions. Most of them were warriors, while a few of them could become wizards or sorcerers. If they retained their totemic beliefs, the ogre tribes could even nurture shamans. In fact, they were another type of priest, but they didn't worship gods. Ogre shamans rarely appeared in the wilderness, and they usually played an important role in the tribe.
Ogres had a monster level of 6, and there were about three to five of them in the wilderness.
If there was a chance, Søren would try to kill them. If the enemy was too strong, he would give up on his target and move on.
Ogre Strength Bracers.
This item represented how dangerous they were. An adult ogre had at least 18 points of strength, and if they evolved, they would have 20 points of strength. They could also wield weapons that weighed more than 100 pounds. With Søren's current strength, he wouldn't die if he took a few hits from the gnolls, but if he took a hit from the ogres, he would be dead meat.
The only obvious weakness was that the ogres were born slow, and their attack speed wasn't fast.
If there weren't many of them, he could rely on his agility to dodge their attacks.
Under normal circumstances, adventurers would rather face a large group of gnolls than a small group of ogres. This was because even a strength-type shield warrior would be injured by the ogres' attacks. Ogres loved heavy weapons, and even full body armor was useless. Against these creatures, one couldn't let them get hit. Wherever they hit, they would break. If they were unlucky, it was normal to lose an arm or a leg.
Among all the attributes, strength was the one that had the biggest impact on the enemy's damage.
Therefore, most of the creatures with higher strength would be harder to challenge, and this was even more so when fighting against the gigantic humans.
Søren had experienced this when he hunted down a Hill Giant. He accidentally brushed against one of the giants, and his arm was broken on the spot. The bone was broken in half, and he used up all his savings to ask a priest to fix the broken bone. However, in the end, he managed to kill the Hill Giant and finally avenged himself.
The night was hazy.
Søren went back the way he came, and when he returned to the village, he immediately noticed that the atmosphere was not right.
The fully-armed militia was guarding the area, and many of them had lit torches. When they saw someone approaching, they immediately drew their bows and let out a sigh of relief when they saw that it was Søren.
"What happened?" Søren walked into the village and asked, "What happened?"
The militia captain walked out with a serious expression. He glanced at Søren and said in a deep voice, "Lizardmen! The Lizardmen from the swamp are here. They are well-armed, and they ambushed our patrol team. "
"We suffered heavy losses. Two died, and five were injured."
Søren's expression suddenly became serious. He looked around and said, "How many people do you have left? Don't count the normal people. You have to be well-equipped and trained warriors. "
The militia captain hesitated for a moment and said slowly, "There are thirty more. But we still have a lot of adult men in the village. They can fight with weapons. "
"That's too little," Søren frowned and looked at him and said in a deep voice, "This is not enough to deal with the Lizardmen."
"I suggest you move to another place as soon as possible."
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