Faced with the sudden enemy, Punk suddenly moved backwards as quickly as possible, and then let the ready-to-run Golem No. 2 block his face. After you are ready to fight and even run away, Punk begins to carefully look at the "enemy" in front of you.

The sudden arrival of the punk attack was a slim man in a bright red dress. He looked almost as young as punk. His scarlet and hot hair was combed very regularly, his gold-edged glasses were spotlessly wiped, and his pale face was very immature. If he ignored the pressure of the formally powerful man without any concealing the pressure, he looked like a big boy who was not very experienced in the world.

I saw this "big boy" gently waved to Punk and signaled that he had no intention of attacking, and then said politely:

"Hello, Mr. Mage, I am a little warlock from the eastern part of the Dylan Kingdom. Everyone who is familiar with me calls me Blood Claw. I am really sorry for my servant who came here for the first time, but I think a great mage will not make things difficult for a beautiful girl, right?"

Before the punk answered, the warlock laughed out loud, as if everything that had just happened was really just a rash misunderstanding.

"So now I think you should have realized that this slum is my territory, and now, I think you can go back to where you should go"

Punk was not polite to this warlock at all. He found that the warlock in front of him seemed to be only level 11, and punk still has the advantage in terms of strength, so he did not need to speak kindly to an invader at all.

Seeing that punk was still full of hostility, the warlock who called himself "Blood Claw" shook his head helplessly:

"I'm so sorry, because you're hiding so well I didn't find it at all, so my base has been built up and there are some things inside that are not very suitable for moving around, so…………”

Blood Claw spread his hands and made a helpless expression, but he had not finished saying:

"That's still there. I am a warlock, but the little pet I keep needs some living people to feed, so I'm very sorry, I'm afraid I still need... yes, "hunting" ten people in a week... Actually, it's not a lot, right?"

"Enough, in summary, you just made up your mind to compete for this place, right?"

Punk coldly interrupted the blood claws' speeches. He knew that what this guy said before might not find his own trace. After all, the Hitztá magic box has amazing hidden power.

Because he was in a period of low-key development, Punk was reluctant to cause trouble. If this unknown "Blood Claw" was willing to live far away, Punk could barely accept an extra neighbor, but he actually started to pay attention to the "prey" of the slums, which touched the bottom line of punk.

The number of hungry people in the slums is limited. If too many people disappear at once, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of the church. Therefore, even punk can only "take" about twenty people in one week. But now there is a guy who appears in some unknown place and wants to share half of the share as soon as he opens his mouth. Punk will not give up his interests so unknown.

In fact, the final result of this kind of battle for territory and resources is 80% negotiated and both sides make compromises. After all, the identities of the two formally-level strong men are very uncommon. Fighting here will destroy all "resources" and will directly attract the attention of the Dylan Kingdom. People with rationality know that they should choose.

However, even if negotiation is needed, it is necessary to distinguish between the dominant power of negotiation, because the strong party will inevitably gain more benefits in negotiation and reduce unnecessary compromises. As for how to allocate this level, it is naturally directly linked to strength.

In this kind of battle for dominance, the competition is nothing more than strength and ruthlessness. Simply put, whoever is less afraid of death has a better chance of killing the other party to win.

In fact, Punk had no doubts about his dominance at all, because for him, even if he really fought to attract the sword saint general, Vic, and with his trump cards such as the magic box, he was confident to escape. However, the shabby warlock on the opposite side had only two formal equipment, and the level of the shabby warlock that had just reached level 11 would be in danger.

This is due to strength, and punk's fearlessness is really fearlessness, but the warlock on the opposite side may not be so "confident".

Therefore, Punk ignored this guy's words at all. After confirming that the warlock in front of him had no companions, he took action decisively.

In order to ensure that the movement is minimized as much as possible, the attack was Golem No. 2, while Punk hid behind Golem No. 2 and successively blessed Golem No. 2 with defensive spells such as "higher speed technique", "summoning steel armor", and "deflected position". Golem No. 2, carrying so many spell buffs, rushed towards the "blood claw" with a bitter smile on his face.

At this time, Blood Claw finally discovered that the boy in black on the opposite side was really a ruthless man. This first attack was actually telling himself, "I am confident and fearless to fight the sky and the earth. Do you dare to fight?"

Blood Claw has to admit - he really dares not.

Before coming to this slum, he never expected to meet a powerful spell caster, and he didn't expect that the other party would be the type of fighting with a disagreement. To be honest, if it weren't for the "little baby" of the Blood Claw that could not move in a short period of time, he really wanted to give up and let it go.

But it's too late to say anything now. Facing the sharp attack of Golem No. 2, Blood Claw knew that he had to show enough strength to meet the next negotiation, otherwise the mage on the opposite side would simply give up the negotiation and choose to kill himself. Although he was confident that he would not be killed by punk, if he really led the sword saint Vick over, he would still be ruined.

So he had to shrugge helplessly and then attack with all his strength without reservation.

I saw a lot of blood emitting terrifying energy fluctuations breaking out of the wrist of the Blood Claw, and then wrapped it into a pair of blood-colored gloves. After just a few seconds, his hands became veritable "blood claws".

With these pair of blood-wrinkled claws, the blood claws grabbed Golem No. 2's fist.

"Bang!!"

A dull sound spread out. If Punk had not used a "silent realm" in advance to isolate the sound, this loud noise alone would be enough to wake up the entire slum.

The figure of Blood Claw and Golem No. 2 were about to break up. After this attack, he retreated to his maid and said with a wry smile:

"Okay, okay, you are indeed much better than me, but it won't be so easy for me to solve it if I really fight. Even if I lose this time, I think we can start a happy negotiation."

Punk said nothing about the bloody claws. He frowned and looked at Golem No. 2's almost shattered palms, and finally said to the bloody hand with a cold face:

"Very good, very good... then negotiate!"
Chapter completed!