"The Elf City of Ilfland... you know, that legendary and extremely beautiful city was not a friendly place at the beginning. If you want to get an identity that is recognized by the other party, you have to do a lot of preparatory work first.
Setting up quest lines - What, do you think those quest lines are easy to complete? At that time, Labor was a dignified Lord of Light, the savior of the Komendi Continent, and a warrior with a fifth-level double sword soul heroic spirit. Even if he rushed in, he would be defeated by those elves.
I'll beat you on the ground, you old lady!"
"The most proud thing in my life, let me think about it - no, no, no, it is definitely not the UEFA Cup championship. Those competition awards and so on, in the end, they are meaningless... Let me talk about the most important thing in my gaming history.
The thing I am proud of is probably what happened in the Flying Sword Valley in the world of Jianghu. At that time, I was only level 46, but I defeated four or five full-level people with my small Wuxiang Kung Fu and various underhanded tricks.
A disciple of the Xuan Qing Sect even saved a girl..."
"Gun Soul, Gun Soul is also a very good game. The weapons in it basically restore the most advanced long and short thermal weapons at the beginning of the last century, and there are also various black technologies that can be used to assist aiming and shooting.
But if I were to judge, the most enjoyable thing in that game is probably shooting a rifle without a scope, the feeling of hitting a target thousands of miles away purely by intuition and luck... The so-called romance of a man,
Have you heard of it?"
"……No."
In the scene where the whistling wind and the dots of stars in the night sky pass through the canyon together, the figures belonging to a man and a woman slowly move along the narrow road accompanied by the sound of conversations. I don’t know how many times it happened.
The two people passing through this area who were originally slightly nervous have relaxed a lot at this time, and the topics have begun to extend in completely unrelated directions - they seem to be disapproving of the kind of history Duan Qing described before.
Xue Ling Huan Bing, who had been following behind, scorned the possibility of Duan Qing "telling stories", so the content he used to kill time along the way became Duan Qing's story conference: "
Forget it, it’s useless to tell you these things. Anyway, the two of us are not in the same gaming century. You must have never heard of these things I’m talking about.”
"Then it can only be said that there is a time difference between what we two know." Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, then replied with an unconvinced look: "How come you know more than me?
?”
"Oh? Then tell me what you know that I don't know?" Duan Qing, who was walking slowly, then crossed his arms: "Is it the fall of Jianghu or the rise of Wings of Freedom?"
"Well, I've already told you all that." Xue Ling Huan Bing pursed her lips in embarrassment: "You are obviously cheating!"
"What's so difficult about this? Just tell me about your past gaming experience." Duan Qing spread his hands unnecessarily, and then covered his mouth as if he remembered something: "Don't worry, I won't
Nonsense."
"Say, it doesn't matter." Taking off her hood, the white-haired woman turned her head with a brave face: "Anyway, in order to create the image of the goddess of ice and snow, all my past game history has been destroyed.
The excavation is almost complete.”
"Oh? Did your Wings of Freedom originally have such a plan?" Duan Qing asked with interest: "Tell me about it."
"It's nothing more than asking someone to help me build a team, and then create the image of the ice and snow goddess in the virtual world." Xue Linghuan Bing replied expressionlessly: "At first, everyone was pretending to be attentive, but in the end they all wanted to
You are a fool who pretends to be real..."
"It seems that our goddess of ice and snow is much more famous than imagined." Duan Qing raised his voice and clapped his palms: "Please be sure to include me."
"You, you are different from them." Xue Ling Huan Bing replied with a slightly red face: "And we met in the free world. At that time, you were not even level ten, so there was no way you could be my master.
…”
"That period was indeed memorable. I will always remember a professional player who was over level 30 but couldn't beat me... Ouch, don't do it, don't do it, you are the best, right?"
The words that came out of his mouth were later replaced by cries of pain and begging for mercy. Duan Qing, who was covering his head, looked back at the woman's face with a flattering wry smile: "Anyway, with my current strength, if I fight you again, I will definitely be defeated.
But it’s you.”
"...haven't you always claimed that you are invincible in alchemy?" The sadness on his face was later covered up by the movement of lowering his head.
?”
"I have proven the power of alchemy many times before, and there is no need for me to prove it again."
Duan Qing puffed up his confident chest again. With his hands on his hips and his head raised, Duan Qing raised the corners of his mouth and took out the bottle of potion he had concocted before: "Including this mission... I can pat my chest and say whether we can succeed.
Just rely on it.”
"That's nice to say, even better than the stories you told before." Xue Ling Huan Bing sighed helplessly: "Then why are we still walking on the road to Yanshalon's lair?"
"This, I'll pass this time." Then the confident smile on Duan Qing's face turned into an awkward forced smile: "Believe me, as long as you dodge the first few skills and successfully approach it... Well."
"Here we are."
The wind that gradually stopped, along with the footsteps that also stopped, landed in front of the huge crack that had appeared. At the same time, the conversation between the two people stopped, which they had seen countless times before.
The huge crack from the previous time also stood in the center of the canyon with the gravel flowing downwards, looking at the two people who came to die again like eyes from the abyss. He swallowed involuntarily and turned his back.
The gray-robed magician carrying the large package then looked at each other with the woman in the cloak, and then in each other's increasingly serious gazes, they faintly sank into the huge crack: "Okay, this is
This is my sixth try.”
"There seems to be more quicksand than before...is it my imagination?"
"It's probably not your illusion. It's probably the remnants left after the previous dragon breathed out... Hey, does that mean that if we try too many times, this cave will be flooded by the sea of sand?"
"That guy must have eaten too much in the wasteland, so he had some indigestion..."
Muttering meaningless jokes to each other, Duan Qing and Xueling Huanbing, who gradually touched the bottom of the cave, kept observing the surroundings of this narrow passage. Their eyes, which had adapted to the darkness, began to be wary of themselves.
Every rock wall they walked through seemed like some monster would jump out of there the next moment. The rustling sound surrounding them finally replaced the relaxed atmosphere that had been maintained between the two players, and at the same time, there were
The snoring sound that was constantly flowing around them became as loud as thunder as Duan Qing and Xueling Huanbing gradually went deeper, and finally outlined the outline of a dragon-shaped creature that was as tall as two or three people.
When he arrived in front of them: "He is actually still sleeping."
"It's probably the system's setting, which always gives the player the first move..."
"I always feel like this is looking down on us! Although...even though it gives us the upper hand, there's nothing we can do about it."
"We have a solution this time, let's get ready."
They made gestures to each other, and the two people nodded silently towards each other, and then in their silent movements, they spread out towards this dark and wide space with familiarity: "The sixth suicide attack
Attack, countdown to three seconds——"
"Hey, hey, where's the success we promised you?"
"Well, I'm used to it...don't interrupt my countdown, get ready, three, two--"
"Wait, it's awake!"
Huge pupils like bells and tripods suddenly lit up in the dark depths of this vast space, and the figures of the two people were reflected in the center of the yellow-brown light with erected golden threads, which originally echoed in their ears.
The snoring suddenly stopped with the appearance of this light, and then there was a loud dragon roar that could knock people to the ground: "Roaring, roaring, roaring -"
"Execute the first combat mode directly!" Against the strong pressure and airflow generated by the roar, Duan Qing shouted towards the other side of the dark cave: "Get away!"
A rumbling sound then appeared behind the powerful airflow, carrying a storm composed of sand and dust sweeping towards the location of the two tiny adventurers. They struggled with the dust in front of them with all their strength.
The robed magician then slammed the bottle of potion he had prepared in his hand to the ground, and spread out a similarly earthy thin light curtain on the dark rock surface: "I wasted another bottle of anti-magic potion... Hey,
Are you still alive?"
"Of course." The voice of Snow Spirit Huan Bing came from the other side of the invisible sandstorm breath: "Even though I am a woman, my blood volume and hardness should be better than yours."
"Okay, let's change the combat strategy."
Looking at the huge black shadow gradually stretching out in the yellow sand in the sky ahead, Duan Qing wiped his eyes and hid in the smoke of his alchemy potion: "It seems to have targeted me first, so this time it is by
You take the main attack."
"By me?" The voice then appeared further away from Duan Qing: "Is this okay?"
"Get close to me once in a while, and I will find a way to throw the potion on you."
Touching the bottle of previously prepared potion hidden on his chest, Duan Qing continued in a low voice: "I will try my best to attract this guy's attention, although I won't be able to resist beating you..."
"But in terms of attracting the hatred of monsters, I am definitely much better than you."
He said these words and started running forward at the same time. He instantly rushed out of the yellow-brown potion cloud and then stopped for a moment in the suddenly intense sand. Then he broke through the place with a donkey rolling posture.
At the end of the breath, he threw the package behind him aside amid the clanking sound of glass. His hands folded in the robe then took out two bottles of potion shaking with fiery red light, and moved toward the
He threw it in the direction of the giant shadow: "Hey, big guy."
"Want to smoke a cigarette?"
boom!
The sound of strong air flow once again filled the scene deep in the cave. The front of the giant shadow that had just finished breathing out then erupted into two violent flames. An explosion with an obvious burning atmosphere followed in a small space.
It spread suddenly, causing the painful howl of the dragon-shaped creature to rise rapidly in the surroundings. A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Duan Qing, who had succeeded in his plan, then started a new round of running with his head in his hands, huddled in a ball.
Then the body also rolled to the corner on the other side of the cave again amidst the harsh sound of breaking through the air above his head: "Such a random attack..."
"How could you hit me?"
He stretched out his hand and crushed a bottle of blue potion into pieces, and then just before the furious Yan Shalom was about to pounce on him, the ice mist and yellow sand condensed by the blue water element suddenly appeared.
The ferocious dragon head was fused together. The magical energy from the bottle of potion then quickly lowered the surrounding temperature in the air, forming a thick layer on the surface of Yansharon's head, which was covered with a rock-like skin.
Thick frost, and some of the skin on both sides of the head that had just withstood the impact of two bottles of fire potion also cracked as a result of rapid cooling: "Ha, the principle of thermal expansion and contraction, in the game world
It is indeed effective.”
boom!
His body was immediately knocked out by the huge head howling in pain, and he kept spitting out eye-catching blood in the air: "Cough cough cough cough... now!"
The loud sound of metal collision then appeared in the corner of the cave where Duan Qing had just left. It was the sound made by Xueling Huanbing who suddenly appeared there and struck the head with his sword. From Empire Street
The standard iron swords sold everywhere in the alleys seemed to be harder than the cracked rock salon skin, splattering sand fragments in the air: "Where's the medicine?"
"Here I am...cough!"
Duan Qing spat out a large mouthful of blood again and took out a medicine bottle from his arms. He struggled to get up from the ground: "I am seriously injured now, so the accuracy may be a little -"
The words suddenly stopped, and the swaying gray-robed magician suddenly opened his eyes wide. Then, a rock pillar composed of sand and gravel appeared in front of him out of thin air at lightning speed, covering his entire body.
The body flew out in an instant. The rock pillars dispersed into gravel again, and then appeared in the middle of the dark cave accompanied by the roar of the giant dragon. Then what appeared was the huge figure that escaped from the long white-haired woman.
With the movement of the sword binding, the dragon-shaped body glowing with earthy yellow light then leaned back and raised its two huge front paws like stone pillars.
Bang! (To be continued)
This chapter has been completed!