While Xiao Fen was fighting the scouts of the Hand of Despair in the jungle, the dwarves were sneezing in the sky.
The dwarf trembled with his purple lips, trying hard to prevent the wind from getting into his beautiful rock wool cloak. The cloak was made stitch by stitch by the ingenious women of Kadissa, and the earthy gray surface was made of bright colors.
The dye draws circles of twill, and the dwarves look majestic and majestic when wearing it.
It's a pity that his appearance doesn't matter. At this moment, our dwarf gentleman has almost turned into an ice sculpture.
Long before he went to heaven, he showed the cloak to the poet over and over again, and told the latter word by word with dignity that this cloak was purchased from the market by the dwarf uncle at a huge price.
Ten gold coins. You get what you pay for! Even in Kadisa, you can't see such a finely crafted rock wool cloak. The dwarf is a local born in Kadisa, and he claims to be able to smell it from this cloak.
There is a strong flavor of hometown.
However, the poet's reaction was: he stared at the guy with a cold face, but still kindly reminded him out of friendship that he had better prepare a dozen blankets to keep out the cold.
Our dwarf laughed and said sarcastically: "Aha! Only those delicate little white-faced trees are afraid of the cold! We mountain dwarves are the people of the mountains. You must have never seen the snow-capped mountains.
Our hall is built on the Cloud and Mist Mountains. Standing on the top of the mountain, you must have never seen the biting north wind under the severe cold. Our dwarf sentries will turn into ice slag even if they breathe out a mouthful of white mist.
Fall off. But this is enough strength, isn't it? A sip of the strongest dwarf liquor will prevent those cowards from freezing their fingers off.
Shi Ban glanced at him.
"How much does a barrel of dwarf spirits cost?" Yun asked calmly.
"Aha?" Of course, Wrought Iron wasn't so arrogant at this time, or he wasn't arrogant at all. The dwarf was like a wretch hiding on Miss Red Dragon's broad back. The second spine reached the third
Between the three spines, the whole person was huddled together. There was a trail of snot hanging under the nose. He sneezed and sucked heavily from time to time. His white beard seemed to have been beaten by frost and became unkempt.
There are still some ice edges hanging on it, which really look like ice sculptures.
The poet sat behind him, wearing a thick yak fur coat to keep out the cold and a heavy winter blanket. Yun looked at the dwarf expressionlessly as he sat there and relied on his proud rock wool cloak.
He doesn't find it ironic, nor does he find it funny, as if this is what dwarves should be like. Anyway, he brought it upon himself.
The dwarf was chattering to himself, his voice rising from low to high. He was talking about how different the coldness of their Cloud Mountains was from the coldness of high altitudes, and how unhuman Vladis was. In short,
He kept complaining. But as soon as he noticed that the poet's gaze stopped, he argued loudly to himself that even under such circumstances, the dwarf people would not bow to the cold.
This insincere behavior brought a rare smile to the poet's face.
"What are you laughing at, boy Yun! Don't you look down on our dwarves' ability to withstand the cold?" Wrought Iron breathed back the snot with a snort. He muttered with a face that smelled worse than rocks. As if he was afraid that if he spoke softer, he would appear
He looked weak: "I'm telling you, I've just been traveling in warm areas for too long and I'm not used to it. We dwarf players are naturally tolerant of the cold. Just look at it."
The poet smiled and shook his head, then he conjured a small wine barrel from nowhere and shook it in front of the dwarf.
Wrought Iron's complaints suddenly stopped, and the dwarf's little eyes suddenly widened.
"I swear on Omodin's beard, I bet. This is definitely not that thing."
"No, no, no! I must be hallucinating from the cold. Let me guess what you mean by Yun? Oh no, I think it must be a barrel of fine wine!"
The little wrought iron eyes suddenly shone with light: "Dwarf spirits!"
"Did I say I would give it to you, wrought iron?" Yun said lightly. The smile on the poet's face has not faded away, but there is still some contentment in the smile. Although he is not good at expressing his feelings
Although I always seem to be a bystander, everyone’s laughter, scolding, and nonsensical complaints are like the candlelight that warms the heart in the cold night.
It seeped into his heart.
"Ah ah ah" the dwarf's tone immediately softened: "My good elf, you must not do this. I know you don't drink, please just take one sip. Your dwarf brother is going to freeze to death."
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If it were He'er here, he would definitely seize the opportunity to cut the tree stump hard, and then decide whether to give the poor guy a hand depending on his mood. But Yun is Yun after all, so he just shook his head and killed the dwarf.
The wine was handed over, and Wrought Iron almost impatiently opened the cork and took a sip. Almost immediately, a rosy color emerged from under his Qing Tie skin. He burped loudly, and then his whole body looked like
Revitalized and radiant.
"Aha,, I almost thought I was going to die."
"I'm sure I can withstand the cold. It's just that Vladis flew too high and for too long. I have never flown on the clouds for so long. As soon as the dwarf came back to life, he immediately started mumbling.
While expressing his gratitude to the poet, he reiterated that it was not because he said he would live, but because of some objective factors that could not be estimated. However, the poet ignored him. He could only mutter and complain to Miss Honglong: "Er...
Ladis. Where did we fly to?"
Miss Red Dragon raised her head and stared at him with her golden-red pupils, which made the dwarf stand upright.
"I mean where are we?" the dwarf stammered in reply.
"We have already crossed the Ash Forest." Miss Red Dragon replied in a long tone.
"Fire Ash Forest, where is that?" Wrought Iron was stunned for a moment. He turned around and looked at Yun Yi. Apart from a few mages, this poet was the most knowledgeable. This is also a characteristic of Shining Gold Coin. Because in theory
It is said that in the general team, most poets are erudite people, but in comparison, mages are just more professional.
But Yun did not answer him. Instead, she suddenly took a carrier pigeon and took out a letter from under her paws. "The captain's letter. The poet opened the letter, took a look at it and replied.
"Ah, what kind of work does that treacherous mage have to urge us to do? Damn it, I clearly remember that the money I owed him last time was paid off, or I owed half an apple. In short, both of them are
"A raccoon dog from the same nest." The dwarf immediately shouted.
"You guessed it right, Xiao Concubine wants us to go directly over the highest peak of Gesi Mountain and meet him at the fastest speed." The poet read.
"Flying directly from the highest peak?" The dwarf tightened his cloak and couldn't help but shuddered and rushed forward: "Flatis, did you hear that? I bet you would never do this right."
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"How fast does the mage want us to find him? Elf?" Miss Red Dragon asked.
"Within a quarter of an hour."
"Then we will fly over the top of the mountain within a quarter of an hour. The little female dragon ignored the forge with a simple answer. The dwarf refrained from shouting: "Hell! Vladis. How can you do this?
, we are also your teammates!"
"Do you have money?" Miss Honglong asked.
Wrought Iron was stunned for a moment and was speechless.
It was at this time that Miss Black Dragon, who was following closely behind, was having a simple conversation with Yun Na on her back. The little female dragon lamented the plight of her companions, and she couldn't help but complain about the situation on her back.
The female mage said: "Didi has been good-tempered since she was a child, smart and beautiful. If I were her, I would probably eat that wordy dwarf in one bite. What a disgusting insect show. At least I would kill him as soon as possible.
Throw away this annoying guy."
"Have you known Miss Fratis, Meili, since you were a child?" Yun Na asked, looking at the red dragon looming in the clouds in front of her.
"Of course, the little mage girl. Her father is very famous in the family of the five-color dragon, and Didi has been the smartest one in our generation since she was young. She is also elegant and has a good temper. She is one of our
Among the young dragons of this generation, there is nothing but a gentle beauty." Although Miss Black Dragon looks pretentious in front of everyone, she surprisingly respects her partners.
Unfortunately, before she could finish her words, an angry roar came from in front of her.
"Damn wrought iron, if you say one more word, I will throw you out of here! You scum among the dwarves!" Miss Red Dragon's low roar could almost penetrate the clouds and mists, deafening the ears of the people and dragons behind her.
Maari Belle opened her mouth for a long time before awkwardly forcing out an explanation: "After all, every dragon's patience has its limit."
Yun Na smiled.
The three rangers of the Hand of Despair bent down and carefully searched forward under the layers of dark roots. In the entire forest composed of aerial roots and pillar roots, only layers of human girls were left.
The strange shadow was only surrounded by the faint light from some fluorescent plants, and the dark water reflected these subtle lights, as deep as a pool of black water.
The water surface pushed forward as they slowed down, making a gentle splashing sound. Everyone tensed up, and the highest level among them was only level five or six. Compared to Xiao,
Fen, Ma Qihan and even the hunters in their own unions, these low-level players do not have the ability to ignore the native residents of the swamp. For example, creeping beasts, killer vines or tree rope demons can set up a dead end for them.
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But the forest is so big, this is the meaning of cannon fodder.
Zhuo Xian soaked himself in the water and took off his gloves and put them on again. He and his two companions had walked more than a hundred feet along the last gathering point under the captain's punishment, but
Still found nothing. He is a rogue, and he has invested a lot of skills in detection and listening. In addition, attributes, expertise and special abilities are all centered around these two skills, including miscellaneous bonuses.
There are as many as fourteen levels.
This is also the meaning of the existence of characters like him. Even low-level characters can pose a threat to high-level characters. Zhuo Xian had practiced another profession before, but then he ran out of angel stones. And he knew that some large guilds might
I needed such a special role, so I decisively overturned my previous experience and inherited it, and completely retrained myself as a "skilled person." And he really fell into the lap of the hand of despair.
Zhuo Xian doesn't care about his identity as cannon fodder. The Hand of Despair Guild rewards every player who participates in this union activity with a large sum of money, and there is also a subsidy of two gold coins every day. This is almost according to the algorithm of Dragon City's first-line army.
. However, the union does not encourage them to die. If they die, they will not receive additional benefits.
The scout system that kills a Bloody Slayer will have a record. At settlement time, each person will receive fifty gold coins. If he is a captain or above, it can be doubled. In a search, there will also be a reward for being the first to find the enemy. Zhuo Xian
I just want to save a sum of money based on this character's experience, and then once the five angel stones are used up, he will use this inheritance to go to Rune Island to train as a paladin.
In fact, there are not many people in the Hand of Despair who agree with the union. Most of them are people who are just messing around like him. But this is a big guild after all. It is sometimes difficult to get along in Canaan without relying on the number of people. Especially in large guilds.
Today, with the increasingly expanding power and shrinking power, it is difficult for ordinary players to find a quiet place to level up and hunt for treasures.
Therefore, the conflicts between players and players, and between players and Yang, will become increasingly acute and gradually develop into an uncontrollable step.
Zhuo Xian is an old player. He has seen these things very clearly, but he has no intention of resisting. He has already saved almost a thousand gold coins. The rogue player's plan is as simple as this. He will use the remaining angel stone to its full potential.
To the maximum. Although he is cannon fodder, he will not take the initiative to die on his own. The ideal situation is to call the police immediately when the enemy is found and hide aside. As long as he survives, he can get more rewards.
What's more, you might even be able to catch one or two of the Bloody Slayer's scouts. It's said that their opponents are getting weaker day by day. For example, there are often rumors of cannon fodder getting lucky and picking up heads recently.
Zhuo Xian's goal is fifteen hundred gold. He will stop and go to Rune Island just to earn it. Oras is now in a mess. Only a genius knows what Wa. is thinking. He is thinking this.
, but still maintained a high degree of vigilance. The other players around him were all real rookies. They made such a loud noise when they walked, and even the silent gems coming down from above could not absorb all the noise they made. This made
The young man frowned again and again. But sometimes you can only choose to accept it, facing the same trouble as the Bloody Slayer - the Hand of Despair will also worry about its own soldier resources.
The cannon fodder at level 5 and 6 will eventually die one day. Then there are levels 3 and 4, and players at level 1 and 2 will not be able to go to the battlefield no matter how hard they practice. The level gap is too large and the quantity cannot make a qualitative difference.
Zhuo Xian looked around carefully, breathing the rotten air under the tree roots. He had seen the figures of those enemies before, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye. Now everyone had to pull out a net and bury them.
He raised his head and pressed the rope in the jungle quagmire. He suddenly felt that something was not right at this moment. Zhuo Xian lost four stones in this forest. Even this kind of death experience was enough for him to understand this deeply.
A forest is at war with the life within it.
It's like an instinct.
In fact, Hand of Despair values veteran players like him, even veterans among cannon fodder. The squad leader once asked him if he wanted to stay and return to the rear to bring in new "newcomers". He understood that this was a promise to
He was a black knight, but Zhuo Xian still refused. This was his last battle, and he celebrated his new life with the destruction of the Bloody Slayer.
It's really good when you think about it.
However, it seems that this time the battle has become more complicated. There is a mage among the opponents, which is not in line with the habits of the bloody slayer. Zhuo Xian knows this very well. He thinks there seems to be something unusual here.
At first, when the opponent was surrounded, their tactics were very conventional. They dispersed and broke through. A small team attracted their attention to break out to the south, and the hunter team also appropriately expressed their intention to catch up. But in fact, he and himself
The commanders here all know that it is just a cover. Those few people do not look like the highlight of the other party.
They knew very well that the big fish they wanted to catch this time was the paladin named Ma Qihan; Skywrath Ma Qihan, a legendary player, and two Angel of Tears stones.
But what happened next began to gradually get out of control. The small team of bloody killers heading south that they left unchecked should have encountered the large force of the Hand of Despair that came up from behind as expected, but as a result
But it was beyond most people's expectations. The other party seemed to have disappeared out of thin air and disappeared!
And this was just the beginning. Then one after another, the cannon fodder teams on their side began to disappear. The last news they got was that these people had returned to the temple, and what puzzled everyone the most was that these people didn't even know.
How did you hang up?
From Zhuo Xian's perspective, things seemed to be starting to get a little weird.
Fortunately, the captains reacted quickly, and a net in the opposite direction was quickly formed. The hunters asked Zhuo Xian and others to cooperate and determine the approximate location of the opponent. It may be confusing to say it, but in fact
It is to use human life to test the general direction of the other party's activities. And he is part of this plan.
The price is two hundred gold coins, and the goal is to find the other party's traces
The task is very simple, so I still have a chance.
He raised his head and glanced at the numerous strange shadows, stretching out of the water and twisting into a ball in the air.
root.
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