Bab 733: 732. Parasite_1

"No equipment, eh? Just this hunk of iron and some meat."

Zhou Changqing heard a player say with a touch of disappointment.

"You don't know squat. The game is so realistic, do you think you'd find armor inside a corpse? Of course, it only drops materials!"

Another player immediately retorted.

"Our goal in coming here was for the ore on its body, now wasn't it? Let's get mining."

Another player had already started using their weapon to separate the flesh from the ore shell, getting a head start on the task.

Seeing this, other players hurried to climb onto the carcass of the Iron Lizard, digging for ore between the smell of blood and the charred scent of wounds seared by Cui Siter's "Mimic Solar Flare".

Zhou Changqing approached the wound where the fatal injury was, a spot that had carbonized due to the intense heat at that instant. The flesh and blood were gone, and even the ore shell had melted, turning into magma and rolling onto the ground.