Chapter: 484

Approaching the nest spore corpse, he crouched down and picked up some of the wood chunks.

“Hm. Can’t learn anything from this.” he glanced at the pile of hacked up wood.

Kicking some of the wood, he went back to the entrance of the field.

As he walked, he noticed the farmers in other fields had already started to gather the dead wood.

Jay watched for a moment as they formed it into large pyramid-shaped piles and then covered the outside with dirt.

“Hmm.. what are they doing..”

The farmers weren’t the only ones after the wood elemental corpses.

Similar to Jay, other adventurers were also checking over the treant hectopede’s dead bodies, looking at their antlers and strange jointed wooden legs.

Thankfully Paul was hanging around for a while, still looking after Peter and deciding if he should take him back to the association.

“Nice job mate. Probably the best group here today.” Paul nodded with a smile.

“Thanks, all in a day’s work.” Jay said casually, shrugging with a slight smile.

“Heh. Here, I saved this for you before other adventurers could get to it. You deserve it.” Paul pulled out a large pair of wooden antlers from his inventory.

“They’re not worth much, but they look kinda cool.” he said as he held them out.

“Oh cool, thanks.” Jay had a look at them before stashing them in his inventory.

The antlers were large and majestic, ending in threatening spikes. They were made from the incredibly dark brown wood like the rest of the treant.

Jay guessed they would probably take up the whole wall in his butchery, but he was uncertain though – perhaps the ceiling would be too low.

Such were the majestic antlers of a treant hectopede, which could lift a person in the sky as they gutted them.

Many adventurers were heading back to Losla now, and a few jealous adventurers glanced at Jay after receiving the gift from the guard – but they could say nothing; Jay and Anya had killed one of the treant’s by themselves, while their team worked together to kill the other two.

The extra adventurers in Jay’s field only came for the final wave of lesser elementals, so even they couldn’t say anything either.

As for the slain treant’s in other fields, adventurers began to squabble over who got the antlers, while others shook their heads – had they learnt nothing?

“Tch- who would want to party with someone who argues over such a large but cheap loot?” Jay thought as he watched them fight.

Many didn’t realise that life was not about winning one prize, but it was a series of prizes, and how you conducted yourself with one would determine if you were worthy to claim another.

Sure, most of the wingiest, childish adventurers would get some antlers today – but who would want to fight monsters with them after that? No one. They didn’t realise that less people would want to fight with them, resulting in less dungeon opportunities, and hence, less prizes.

Sadly, they were the last to realise, and by the time they did it would be too late – they would be far too underleveled to be of any use in a dungeon.

The adventurers in the right field were the best example of this attitude: