While I was playing with that rotten wooden stick, I was swinging it around like a stupid, low-level orc wearing crotchless pants in the games I played before. I was smiling as if I was walking forward. I had a big stick and could dominate the world.

momentum.

Lar walked up to me very rudely, knocked on my head, and said with an annoyed look on his face.

"Don't think it was given to you for free. Now you have weapons. From today on, you should try to fight. As a glorious job transfer, the responsibilities we bear should be proportional to the honor and respect we receive.

Wait, and our responsibility is to drive the forces of hell out of the human world."

Lal's expression gradually became serious, and coupled with his high and solemn aura, if he changed into a snow-white priest's robe and held a thick black encyclopedia in his hand, he could really compare with those white-bearded magic sticks on the temple.

Compared last time.

"Yes, sir."

I answered reluctantly. In fact, I knew that this was a reality that I would have to face sooner or later. As a Druid, if I dared to say on the street: "Hey, I miss the taste of sweet potatoes at home. Okay.

I really want to go home and plant sweet potatoes." I'm afraid it will really make those common people look down upon them to death.

It's just that I didn't expect to face it so early. When I thought about my legendary (and self-proclaimed) fighting life, it actually started when I was forced by an unscrupulous knight uncle to get a mere stick.

I just want to kill him with a piece of tofu.

Of course, there should be no such thing as tofu in this world, so the following sentence should be invalidated.

In this way, I was forced to start the first battle in my life. The opponent was of course the first choice, the corpse. His slow movements and dull nerves really made his enemy feel very safe. As long as he was careful not to be surrounded

If it is on, it will not be able to cause harm to any job transferee at all, and even civilians can easily escape if they encounter it.

After many days of observation, I have clearly understood the capabilities and habits of the rotting corpse. Although it is easy to say before, the movement of the rotting corpse is slow, the movement is also slow, and the energy accumulation is slow, but once

But after accumulating enough power, the attack speed at that moment was absolutely as fast as lightning. If I had to describe it, it would probably be like the feeling of a poisonous snake hunting, going from extremely still to extremely dynamic.

Of course, if there is a long-range attack, there will be no suspense at all, but unfortunately I am a grassroots player who has not learned even a single skill, and I don’t have a short bow even made of tofu, so I have to carry the whiteboard

The wooden board moves in a circular motion with the corpse as the center and a radius of 10 meters.

If I had to make the atmosphere more solemn at this time, I could describe it as a competition between martial arts masters. One is as motionless as a mountain, intending to stop with silence, while the other is looking for opportunities and preparing to strike first. Both sides are about to explode.

The atmosphere was very, very solemn, and the audience was very, very tight... Hey, Doug over there, don't act like a hungry ghost reincarnated, okay? Will you die if you miss a piece of meat?

This atmosphere lasted for about a quarter of an hour. The audience saw that I, who was responsible for performing the role of the martial arts senior who preempted the attack, had no intention of taking action. After pretending to be around the corpse for more than ten minutes, they gave up.

The masters of the Shaolin Wudang Emei Sect who were acting as referees, oh, they were too into a show, I'm sorry, they must be an unscrupulous paladin and two savages. They coughed loudly on the side without mercy, trying to pass off the young seedlings of the motherland.

I was pushed into the endless abyss, and Doug even threw the half-eaten piece of meat in his hand while hissing.

Bastard Doug, you fake ruffian fan, I cursed in my heart, if he were a fan in the original world, he would have caused trouble every time and was blacklisted by all the stadium security guards.

Under the sharp eyes of the three people, I had no choice but to pick up the wooden stick, shouted to embolden myself, and then rushed towards the corpse with my head buried in the ground. The stiff steps and movements full of flaws made the three people next to me look straight at them.

Shaking my head - Fortunately, my opponent was a carrion. If it had been an agile Sunken Demon, I would have looked like a fat and oily duck. I stretched my neck and waddled over to give it a try.

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"Haha." The first blow was finally struck. The first blow in life. Why do you look at me like this? I just accidentally hit it from behind. This was an accident. It was an accident.

, definitely not a slap in the face or a slap in the face, I am not that casual person!

As soon as the stick went down, I was stunned by the carrion, and I immediately crawled and rolled. Oh, no, I should say that I stepped back a few hundred steps out of caution, and then looked at the carrion warily.

"Wu, what are you doing? Kill it quickly." Lars couldn't stand it anymore, just like the commander of the imperial army scolding his men to charge towards the communist bandits on the top of the mountain.

"Lal, the moment I attacked it, I felt it was going to explode." I was like a Communist Party in a trench with bombers in the sky, blocking the dust and soil raised by the explosion next to me with my left hand.

Holding a telegraph machine in his right hand, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "The enemy's firepower is too strong, please ask for support from your superiors."

I carefully observed every movement of the rotten corpse after it was attacked, making sure that the blow just now did not arouse its hatred or anything like that. Then I looked like I had discovered something, and muttered with a solemn expression, not remembering it.

If I'm wrong, the mummies in the ancient tombs in the second level will indeed be poisoned after death...

"You're such a bastard, I'll have you castrated if you don't do your job passively..."

The veins on Lal's head stood out, and he spat out even the foul language strictly prohibited by the Paladin without paying for it.

Uh~~, it seems like it does cost nothing...

Seeing Lal's frantic expression that if you don't do something, I will turn into a rotten corpse, I rushed forward helplessly. With this first experience, the nerves that had been tense just now have relaxed a lot. Look,

With the swaying pace of the rotting corpse, I secretly thought to myself, "Lafayette, I'll give you a little knock on the leg," and then I mercilessly swept the wooden stick across its leg joints.

The intention was good, but unfortunately it was not strong enough. It only staggered the corpse, and then it immediately straightened up like a roly-poly. The corpse turned around and looked at me with empty eyes, holding both hands.

I slowly retracted, my eyes narrowed, and I screamed in my heart.

Sure enough, as I expected, the next moment, the carrion's green nails had penetrated the place where I was just standing, so that I could grab the milk dragon's claw hand! The speed was really frightening. If it were me before, even if

Judging its attack trajectory, it is certain that it cannot be avoided.

But for me, who has now changed my profession to become a druid, it is a piece of cake. I am just a lazy donkey, no, I should be rolling around in clothes, which is not suitable. In short, it is a very cool and unrestrained place on the ground.

Rolling, the difficulty level and elegance index were both seriously exceeded. Then when he squatted down, he didn't forget to swing the wooden stick towards the middle of the left thigh and right thigh. Alas, the imagined critical attack did not appear.

Could it be that this rotten corpse was a legendary eunuch?

After one experience, things become simpler. In fact, many things are not difficult, but few people dare to try them.

After a while, the rotten corpse fell to the ground with a bang under my extremely fierce attack. I immediately rushed forward, resisting the nausea and touched the bottom of the corpse. I prayed in my heart that the boss would be my first time to kill monsters. Give me some help.

Just use something to show off your face. There is no need for artifacts. Just a few practical and beautiful green dark gold items will do. Of course, if it also comes with a wolf head with n kinds of skills, it will be perfect.

But God didn't seem to feel my resentment. When I was considering whether to open its rotten belly to see if there was any artifact hidden inside, Lal stepped forward to stop me in time and said with a compassionate look on his face.

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"Although this is a sinful monster, who are we? Light and Glory, referred to as glorious career changers! You cannot do the work of desecrating corpses..."

In fact, I think what Lal means is: Don't be stupid, kid. There will be no equipment inside the corpse. Even if you crush it to pieces, you won't find anything. This is what countless seniors have learned.

Wow, experience, I think I tried it countless times when I was an uncle...

"Yes, Wu, your talent is indeed extraordinary. Even if it is a slow rotten corpse, few people can escape unscathed the first time they face it, although the fighting method is really unacceptable...

"

Lal's eyes were full of complexity. On the one hand, he could see the birth of a genius with his own eyes, but on the other hand, he was worried that I would continue such a wretched fighting style. It was later found out that a certain Paladin named Lal had forced me to do it.

So...

The gazes of the two barbarians revealed a bit of heat, and they seemed to want to spar with me.

"No matter where, such a thing is easy to do. If you praise me just because I am a level 1 person, it will be unfair to many people. After all, in real battles, others will not care about your level or whether you are a human being."

of."

Feeling that I had done something extraordinary, I scratched my head in embarrassment and emphasized the words "level 1 and human" to dispel the idea of ​​the barbarian brothers wanting to compete with me.

In the next few days, Uncle Lal would go into battle to demonstrate every time, and then leave some rotting corpses for me to deal with alone. On the one hand, he loved Cai Cai so much, and on the other hand, he seemed to have the intention to correct my fighting style.

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I didn't disappoint Lal either. From the beginning, I singled out 1 carrion, and later on, I singled out 4 carrion at the same time. My playing style gradually became more proficient, and my style also changed slightly. I reluctantly changed from obscene flow to

Pseudo-normal flow.

Why should I give up the extremely shameless obscene flow and formalize it? Isn’t the obscene flow the legendary golden finger of using the few to defeat the many and the weak to defeat the strong?

Don’t forget, this is not a game after all. There are risks in the obscene style. If you succeed in the obscene style, you will naturally be able to make a profit, but if you fail, you may be garred. I think that the obscene style has not reached the master level yet, but

I can't just mess up my life like this. Although the formal stream is more rigid, it is relatively safer.
Chapter completed!