Druids have natural partners. Sherlock's Bobo is still flying above them, and its skill Sound Wave just restrains this skill.
Sherlock studied Bobo's field of vision to find the correct retreat, constantly changing the direction of retreat left and right. An, who saw this scene in the black mist, seemed a little surprised, and finally could only stop, and then slowly
Walk towards the direction of the ferocious jackal.
The scope of the black mist is actually not very large. Sherlock left the black mist after taking a few dozen steps back. The ferocious jackal gained wisdom, but obviously did not have the ability to see through the black mist, and was still stuck in the black mist.
"Roar -" "Ouch -" Listening to the screams coming from the black mist, Sherlock indifferently picked up the small wooden buckler and fine iron scimitar that fell far away and sat on the ground to recover.
It's not that Sherlock doesn't want to save him, it's just that it's very difficult for him to escape unscathed. Entering into the black mist again is simply seeking death, and a ferocious jackal with rough skin and thick flesh won't die even if he wants to.
What's more, although the two sides are temporarily in a state of cooperation due to position issues, he really doesn't mind killing this guy with one knife if possible.
The black mist did not last long. In less than 3 minutes, An and the ferocious jackal appeared in front of Sherlock again, covered with scars.
"Despicable drow, and you, shameless half-elf, why don't you come and help me." When seeing Sherlock eating steamed buns in a field, the ferocious jackal almost spit out a mouthful of old blood and died. It lived and died inside.
During the fight, this ally of mine was actually eating steamed buns and watching the show.
Compared to the ferocious jackal who was left with only one breath left, An was in much better condition. He still had the strength to move two double knives into an attacking stance. Although there were scratches on his body, they were all superficial wounds and there were no injuries.
To the flesh and blood.
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Sherlock ignored the roar of the ferocious jackal, stared at An's figure, and rushed over with his shield raised.
After a protracted battle and a tough battle, An's injuries were not fatal, but her physical strength was far inferior to that of Sherlock, who was waiting for work. The severe consumption of physical strength further weakened her various attributes.
With a "boom" sound, the two swords and the wooden shield collided head-on. An only had time to make a cross block, but after several consecutive battles, her physical strength had already been lost. At this time, she was completely strong on the outside and strong on the inside.
As soon as the sword touched Sherlock's wooden shield, the sword in his left hand fell out of his hand.
However, Sherlock did not continue to use force this time, and remained in a stalemate with An, "If you choose to leave, I can let you go."
After hesitating for a long time, he finally said this.
An looked at Sherlock An with a serious look on his face. Perhaps it was his desire for life, perhaps... or some other reason. An once again believed in the promises of others for the first time in a long time.
"If my sunshine punishment hadn't passed, I would be the one who said this now." An slowly backed away, then turned around and galloped away, "Xiao De, I will leave Bing Po as a souvenir to you.
Remember my name, Trishna Douerden, and we will meet again."
Looking at the retreating figure, Sherlock couldn't help but feel a trace of reluctance in his heart, "Madan, if it weren't for this style of painting, I would feel like I was playing a gal game."
"Why did you let that drow go, Druid? Are you really in cahoots with that drow?"
Everything was so beautiful originally, but unfortunately the ferocious jackal beside him obviously couldn't understand it, and a teleportation abruptly interrupted Sherlock's sadness.
"Don't think that you can beep randomly because you have wisdom, you stinky dog." Sherlock was very unhappy now. If it hadn't been for the induction trial, he would have killed it in minutes and exploded the equipment.
System prompt: The third Druid entry trial - The Lord of the Wild is completed, please select the trial reward
Ice Soul (Excellent Scimitar): Sharpness 5, Texture 221, Attack Power 25, Attack Speed Increased by 5%, Freeze Damage 5, Additional Skill - Freeze (hitting the target after use will cause the opponent to enter a period of ban on healing)
status, cannot restore health and magic value), requires level 10, special status: sealed
Fruit of Melko (Fruit of Wisdom): In the biography of the bard, the Fruit of Melko was planted in the domain of Ogma, the god of knowledge. It was a gift from him to his chosen people and devout believers. Rumor has it that
After eating it, you will have superhuman intelligence, but the real effect is far less powerful than the rumors. After eating it, your intelligence will randomly increase by 1 to 3 points.
Dire Jackal Pup (Mutation): Rarity 10.
Among the three rewards, the Scimitar Ice Soul is probably what Sherlock needs most at the moment. As a functional profession, Druid is in a very awkward position at the current stage of the game.
The rare natural partner slots are not as useful as the magic pets of other legal systems, and the natural transformations with extremely limited restrictions are quite useless. At this time, a good weapon is very important. Players who join the profession generally have ordinary-level equipment.
Nowadays, he can post a lot of excellent equipment to show off, and an excellent weapon is enough to meet the requirements of various activities.
But what troubled him was that each of the other two items was better than the other. The fruit of Man'erkou, which randomly added one to three points of intelligence, was definitely the most valuable item. After all, the attributes of the Forgotten Kingdom were very rare, especially intelligence.
Three attributes of agility.
As for the mutated ferocious jackal cubs, the forum posts complaining about the difficulty of recruiting natural companions could go around the world. Nowadays, people who can get pets with a rarity of 12 or above are very rare, and there may not necessarily be more than ten in a town.
After hesitating for a long time, Sherlock chose Ice Soul.
Theoretically, the Fruit of Malkor and the Dire Jackal Pup are better choices, but intelligence is of little use to a Druid, and a rare pet is obviously not available to Sherlock, who is not prepared to take the summoning route.
A machete with exquisite shape is more attractive.
Sherlock stroked the blue blade and felt the cold air surrounding him. An incomparable pleasure made him so excited that he was almost forced to log off the line. This powerful sense of satisfaction brought by getting a good piece of equipment or props was also what he felt.
The reason why I am committed to the job of professional gamer.
System prompt: The Druid S-level entry trial has been completed, and the overall evaluation is S. Please select professional talents.
