Chapter 67 – Minotaur Chieftain

　　Fatty killed and killed and killed until there were no more minotaurs to kill. He estimated roughly and noticed that he actually killed over two hundred minotaurs. They had hand-delivered him priceless gifts with nearly two hundred Steel Axes and a few dozen Steel Sticks.

　　When Fatty thought about just how full his bank storage is going to be with these weapons, it was as if a flower bloomed on his face. High attack Level 35 weapons would sell for over a hundred gold coins, and two hundred something was twenty something thousand. According to the current exchange rate, that’s over a million RMB!

　　Yet, Fatty’s interest in the amount of money the weapons would sell for was rather embarra.s.sing as a someone now with over a hundred million in his own bank account. However, that wasn’t truly his fault, as a lot of money would just seem like a series of numbers, and the money he got from the City Construction Token definitely did not give the same feeling of satisfaction to him as the money he earns from the monsters he had worked hard farming.

　　Killing those minotaurs took Fatty nearly two days, but it wasn’t really wasted time. Not only did he get a lot of equipment, his level also shot up to Level 26.

　　That once again put him on the leaderboards in fifth place. Purple Bell was still rank one with level 27, not only did she have super high attack, she also had a Yinyang Phantasm Realm all to herself to farm, and so as long as n.o.body disturbs her farming, her level would naturally progress swiftly.

　　The people behind her were familiar names as well. Both Fierce Dragon TheTalent and West Gate BlowingSnow were most likely farming very hard, so they already made up for all their losses at the mine battle and were now trying to become even higher leveled as soon as possible.

　　Fatty organized his inventory, the looked towards the cave with a frown. There were still around a dozen or so minotaurs guarding the cave, and no matter what Wheat did, they refused to budge. Yet, if Wheat got too close, they would just swing their axes and nearly turn Wheat into some rat paste.

　　Minotaur Guard

　　Level: 34

　　…

　　“C’mon, let’s go in and take a look,” Fatty put Wheat away and went into stealth to walk into the cave. The minotaurs at the cave entrance stood up and looked around, but didn’t find anything, so they sat back down again.

　　…

　　“Guild Master, this eagle is too hard to kill, we haven’t managed to get it down on the ground in two days. There’s a Minotaur Chieftain that should be around Level 40 something or so. That one should be more convenient to kill,” a conversation rang out not long after Fatty entered the cave.

　　A group of grand female players marched in, and the one who stood at the foremost was Ice Witch, who Fatty ran into two days ago.

　　“Huh? Someone’s been clearing monsters here, there’s too few minotaurs,” PureElegance immediately noticed something wrong. However, she stopped worrying when she saw the Minotaur Guards in front of the cave. “I guess they were just here to farm and didn’t dare to disturb the Minotaur Chieftain.”

　　“Pure, Money Grubber came up the mountain that day. Do you think it was him?” Ice Witch suddenly asked.

　　“Money Grubber? Maybe,” PureElegance pondered for a moment. “You two, go into the cave in stealth and see if the Minotaur Chieftain is still there.”

　　“Understood Captain,” two rogue players immediately disappeared in stealth and sneaked into the cave.

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　　Ugh, what the h.e.l.l is wrong with this Minotaur Chieftain. Why the h.e.l.l is it living in such a deep cave? Fatty cursed silently. The cave itself was over twenty meters wide, and various minotaurs could be seen wandering around. Fatty roughly estimated there to be over a hundred of them.

　　Fatty walked through the long corridor, then finally arrived at the end of the cave. It wasn’t actually as dark as he had expected. Instead, there was a s.h.i.+mmering light that seemed to light up the cavern. In the corner of the cavern was a patch of silver white gra.s.s dotted with brown specks. They were less than an inch tall and was the sort of the faint white glow that brightened the area.

　　That was a patch of Snowsilver Gra.s.s.

　　At a distance not far from the patch of gra.s.s laid a huge minotaur above three meters tall. It was lying down with its head rested on a bronze two-handed axe, with a handle over two meters long. Meanwhile, the minotaur’s legs were crossed and munching on a wolf corpse.

　　Minotaur Chieftain