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Chapter 118 Cleaning Up the Battlefield
Chapter 118 Cleaning Up the Battlefield
This thing—isn't it a treasure trove from head to toe?
He pulled out the collection manual, which was already worn out from being flipped through, and quickly flipped to the section on dragon-type monsters.
Unfortunately, there is no entry for Wolf Pterosaur in the encyclopedia.
This thing is too rare, or rather, too "special".
However, those few pages of general instructions on collecting "dragon-like" materials could at least provide him with some reference.
"Scales—claws—teeth—wing membranes—" Xia Lin muttered to himself, pulling out a skinning knife from his waist, squatting down beside the corpse, and beginning his work.
Garru and Kyle did not intervene.
They stood aside, silently watching him, partly to keep an eye on their surroundings, and partly out of some kind of respect.
After all, they had seen Xia Lin's efforts along the way, and he had just solved a tricky problem for the two of them.
They were planning to give up the profits from this monster.
Xia Lin started with the pair of most intact hind legs.
The pterosaur's scales were much harder than the burrowing beetle's carapace, and it took him a lot of effort to pry open the first edge with the tip of his knife.
Once he found a starting point, the rest of the work went much more smoothly. He carefully cut along the junction of the scales and the flesh, trying to keep each scale intact.
This item can be used to make core protective plates for armor, or as an enchanting material; it has some value.
He peeled off more than twenty complete scales, each about half the size of an adult's palm, with a dark brown color and a faint metallic sheen.
Then come the claws.
The claws, curved like hooks, number ten in total: four on the forelimbs and six on the hindlimbs.
Each one is hard and sharp; a light scratch can leave a deep mark on the stone.
Xia Lin carefully used a short saw to cut off the base of the claw, and then used sandpaper to polish the cut surface, trying to keep the claw tip intact.
This material is excellent for crafting armor-piercing arrowheads, daggers, or certain special equipment.
Teeth shouldn't be spared either.
The teeth in the mouth of the wolf pterosaur varied in size, but each one was exceptionally sharp.
Xia Lin used pliers to remove the seeds one by one, sorted them by size, and wrapped them in oilcloth.
The most troublesome part is the wing membrane.
Although the pair of fleshy wings that had been pierced and torn were severely damaged, the remaining wing membranes were still valuable materials.
Xia Lin carefully cut the entire wing membrane along the edge of the wing bone, folded it, and wrapped it in a large piece of oilcloth.
After processing, this material can be made into lightweight and durable cloaks or tents, and it also has a certain resistance to acid corrosion and fire.
Finally, after a moment's hesitation, he cut open the pterosaur's chest cavity.
That heart, the source of evil that once devoured countless lives and turned Lance into a puppet.
He lay quietly in a pool of blood.
Despite feeling nauseous, Xia Lin used a short knife to cut open her heart and retrieved a small, dark red crystal hidden deep within it.
That's the magic core of a wolf-winged dragon.
Although it is only the size of a thumb, the magical energy it contains is extremely concentrated.
This item is a favorite among alchemists and enchanters, and can fetch a fairly high price.
Xia Lin carefully put the magic core into his pocket, then used his dagger to search through the pile of bloody and mangled internal organs for a while. After confirming that there was nothing else of value, he stood up.
"Phew—" He let out a long breath, looking at the piles of wrapped materials on the ground, and silently did some calculations in his mind.
Scales, claws, teeth, wing membranes, magic core—all these things together are worth at least 30 gold coins, right?
They've struck it rich.
He turned to Garu and Kyle, a hint of embarrassment in his voice: "Um—you really aren't going to share these materials?"
After all, the wolf pterosaur was killed by the three of them working together, so the spoils should be divided equally.
Kyle shook his head and said, "You keep it. We only need that sword when we get back. These things—they'll just be a hassle for us."
The orc Garu nodded, "We've all seen how much effort you've put in along the way. These are yours, it's only right."
Xia Lin didn't refuse, and nodded with a smile: "Alright then, I'll shamelessly accept it."
He looked at Kyle: "By the way, could you store your ring for me? I have too much stuff, I can't carry it all."
Kyle paused for a moment, then nodded, and with a slight thought, put the large bags of materials on the ground into his storage space.
"I'll give it to you when I get back," she said.
Xia Lin thanked him, but secretly felt fortunate:
Thankfully she helped, otherwise we really would have had to carry all these things back.
However—once I get back, I definitely need to find a way to get my own storage accessory. It's not a good idea to always rely on other people's.
He thought of Woody's "temporary trick" and sighed inwardly.
Expecting this thing to be used as a storage ring in the long run is clearly unrealistic.
Woody muttered on his shoulder, "What are you muttering about? What mischief are you thinking about now?"
"No," Xia Lin said without changing her expression. "I was thinking about buying you French fries."
"That's more like it." Woody folded his wings with satisfaction.
The three took one last look at the simple grave, and said nothing.
Behind them, the moonlight quietly shone on the two mounds of fresh earth, silently witnessing, along with the blood-stained fallen leaves, another story buried in this forest.
The wind rustled through the woods.
It sounded like someone was saying goodbye softly.
"Quack"
A grayish-brown forest frog leaped out of the grass and landed on a moss-covered tree root, its bulging eyes wide open, motionless.
"Hey—is this new friend of yours reliable? Can it even find a water source? I feel like it has an even worse sense of direction than I do!"
Xia Lin licked his chapped lips and glanced helplessly at the crow on his shoulder: "What can we do? I had you fly up and search around before, but you didn't dare fly too high, and you couldn't even find a puddle after searching for ages. Now we can only try anything as a last resort."
"Hey!" Woody flapped his wings in dissatisfaction. "I'm just being cautious! Who knows what's lurking in this forest? What if I fly too high and get snatched up by some blind flying monster? Where are you going to find another teacher as knowledgeable as me?"
Xia Lin was too lazy to argue with it and refocused her attention on the temporary guide in front of her.
It was an ordinary forest frog—at least on the surface. Its grayish-brown skin, slightly spotted back, and protruding eyes looked somewhat—dull.
To be precise, it's the kind of sluggishness that comes from being manipulated.
Xia Lin could clearly sense the subtle connection between himself and it—under the control of the [Ruthless Operation] entry, his thoughts were like an invisible thread, gently wrapping around the small, primitive brain of the water frog.
Forward. Left. Stop. Sensing the water source.
The water frog's limbs stiffly carried out the commands.
Each of its leaps carried a mechanical stiffness, like a puppet being led by strings.