Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

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It seemed that he had heard their inner thoughts.

On the corpse of the berserk ghoul that Doggy had just slain, a golden light quickly flickered, and a treasure chest began to appear.

Whoosh!

The experienced beastmens of the Animal Gang were only stunned for a moment before reacting. They ran over at a speed that was like the cafeteria opening for a meal.

The beastmens were breathing heavily as they faced the treasure chest, wondering if, according to the previous pattern, this chest would also contain a Axe weapon!

Open it quickly! Open it quickly!

Almost every tribe member had these three words written on their faces. Kitsune's heart was also a bit feverish, especially after seeing Doggy's battle power soar like he had become a different person after just getting a weapon. This made Kitsune, who had always aimed to be the best in the world, eager to try it out.

However, Kitsune didn't like Axes; they were too ugly. She secretly hoped that there would be a weapon in the treasure chest that suited her aesthetic. At that time, uh... well, it would be nice to let her borrow it temporarily and satisfy her craving!

It was the same as before.

When Kitsune approached, the treasure chest automatically burst into light and opened on its own. After the glow faded, sure enough, another weapon emitting a flowing light was suspended above the chest.

As the beastmen's fiery gazes looked over, they found that it was a...

War Blade.

Like a crescent moon, it was a semi-arc shaped blade.

It was neither a saber nor a sword, and definitely not the previous Axe.

This war blade was more like a bow that had been modified, with both ends of the bow replaced by sharp blade edges.

The user would then grip the middle position and use the two semi-arc shaped blade edges at both ends to attack.

The blade was dark red in color.

It seemed to flow with a bloodthirsty glow, like a slaughtering tool, with the blood runes on it craving battle after battle and slaughter.

"Teacher, this..."

Although the weapon was good, it was obviously not Kitsune's style. She still handed it over to Reji to distribute. In fact, there wasn't much to distribute.

Seeing the crocodile-headed third-in-command's eyes turning red with urgency, Reji smiled slightly and indicated that the crocodile-head was the best user.

"Thank you... Teacher," Crocy was obviously not as eloquent as the Doggy before.

He was more honest and clumsy with words, only able to thank Reji in this way.

But from his sincere eyes, it could be seen that he almost regarded Reji as his own brother.

After obtaining this dark red war blade, Crocy didn't immediately go to eagerly try out the blade like the Doggy before. Instead, he stood in front of Reji, scratching his head, and continued to look at Reji with anticipation.

Huh?

What is he doing?

Reji didn't understand at first.

Later, when Crocy saw that Reji remained silent for a long time, he became a bit anxious. He took the initiative to ask Reji, "Teacher, is there any... any legend or story?"

Legend?

Oh!

Haha… I see…

Now Reji understood.

It turned out that Crocy was also waiting for him to give him a title similar to "Desert Reaper."

Okay.

This is simple.

"Sorry, there are no similar legendary stories, but... I think it is indeed necessary to give such a powerful weapon and hero a corresponding name. Let me think... hmm..."

Reji pretended to ponder for a few seconds before saying, "I think, why not call it the Wasteland Butcher?"

Wasteland Butcher!

Although it didn't sound as domineering as his good brother Doggy's Desert Reaper, it was undoubtedly better than the Crocy given by his boss Kitsune.

Crocy, holding the war blade, immediately gave Reji an honest smile and lowered his head to show respect. He repeatedly thanked, "Good name. I like it. Teacher... cultured, powerful! I admires!"

Crocy was happy.

But someone was even more unhappy.

Kitsune's little mouth was now pouting low.

It could be seen that she was very upset.

What do you mean!

Do you dislike the names I gave so much!

Doggy, Crocy, what's wrong with that?

Are they really that bad?

Those were important bonds between us beastmen! How could they be changed just like that!

Agh I feel angry!

Really angry!

The puffed-up white-furred girl chose to throw a tantrum, but in fact, with the two great generals "Desert Reaper" and "Wasteland Butcher" now, whether Kitsune took action or not was no longer important.

Crocy with the dark red war blade could easily kill seven out of seven ghouls in the group. As the crescent-shaped blade spun around his body, countless ghouls were shredded into minced meat.

The "novice level dungeon" designed by Reji was obviously way to easy for the Animal Gang. Even the final boss, the Undead Champion, could only last less than ten minutes under the joint attack of the Desert Reaper and the Wasteland Butcher before completely falling apart and crashing to the ground.

This also showed how terrifying the power of the beastmen could be once they had excellent equipment. They were simply a race born for battle.

After the Undead Champion fell, as the boss guarding this level of the dungeon, it naturally had to drop an even larger additional treasure chest.

The beastmens still didn't care about the potions, scrolls, rare materials, items, and such, as usual.

They were all looking forward to the golden chest that could "open" weapons.

And this time...

Buzz!

The chest was actually colorful, as if it were of a higher grade, and it indeed was. What floated out of the chest was a mysterious, iridescent, and glowing jade orb.

No girl could resist shiny things.

The beastmen race were no exception.

Kitsune's gaze was immediately deeply attracted by this seven-colored orb. Her mouth even opened wide, and her eyes were full of adoration.

The orb also seemed to like Kitsune as its owner.

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