Do You Need to Give Me 70,000 Points for This Kind of Trash? (II)

Uncle Crocodile was the first to agree. "That makes sense."

"If you want to go, let's go together."

The dwarf boy was the second to say, "Alright, I'll go too. Let me make a damage reduction shield scroll first. It might be useful later."

"Hehe. If Big Sister is going, I will definitely go." The man in black armor chimed in from behind.

"Speaking of safety, it's definitely safest to be with Big Sister. If I need to be teleported home later, I'll order a set meal for the three armed forces to calm down from tonight's depression."

The Chameleon Assassin looked at him with disdain, "Black armor, sooner or later, you will die of exhaustion."

"Remember to transfer your points to me before you die. Don't leave it for that idiot Old Crocodile. He's only got three minutes of trash. He won't be able to finish spending it even if you give him points."