() Elaphi Miller named the child Tire, Tire Miller. Little Tire grew up to three years old safely under the care of Elaphi Miller, but the god of misfortune came to this place again.
To father and son.
On a sunny summer day, members of Elaphi Miller's family came to their door. Elaphi Miller was forcibly taken away, and little Till was left in a lonely house.
Elaphi Miller resisted and roared, and all that scene was imprinted in little Tire's bright brown eyes.
Little Tire cried and reached out to Elaphi Miller, and his childish voice kept coming from his small mouth: "Dad, daddy." However, Elaphi Miller's tribe still ruthlessly took Elaphi away.
·Miller.
Little Till's tears kept flowing, and the crystal clear teardrops fell like pearls on the dry ground. Little Till didn't understand, he didn't understand,
Why was his father missing? Why did those people take his father away?
Elaphe Miller was brought back to his family, but he missed his son so much that he never thought about food or drink. In the end, he got a sudden illness and passed away in regret, pain, and sadness.
Little Tier became an orphan. He wandered the streets and alleys, begging. He grew up eating hundreds of meals...
Fifteen years later, when Tier turned eighteen, he still embarked on a journey to find his father. But the news he heard along the way made his shaky heart collapse.
His father was dead, and had been dead for many years. Little Till was at a loss. He held his head and cried helplessly on the street. The man was bleeding and could not shed tears, but little Till finally shed tears for his father.
Little Tire finally remembered the name, courage and strength his father had given him, and he wanted to change those damn aristocratic rules, those abominable sect rules.
Little Tyr picked up the sword and shield and the beginning of a myth.
The final result is just as we expected, Tyr finally became the God of Courage. His parents' wishes, his hopes, were realized.
Later, in order to commemorate him, people built a very magnificent sculpture. Of course, there were also a lot of his followers.
This is where the name "Tyr" comes from.
The president of Hurricane Blade, perhaps his father, also holds the same longing as the father of this brave god.
Hurricane Blade, Tyr. This was also one of the famous figures in the previous world. Although he is not as good as Liangxiu Qingfeng, he is also a legendary warrior.
Tyr, the leader of the Hurricane Blade. His legend is that he can double the negative state of tearing. The tearing state caused by normal warrior skills is only five seconds at most, but he can extend it to ten seconds.
Seconds, or even twenty seconds. Tearing and bleeding is undoubtedly not one of the best negative states for fighting a boss.
In Zero Realm, players also jokingly call him the God of Bravery, which comes from his name and has nothing to do with his skills. However, there is no doubt that Tyr's combat style and his special features make him a
Another god-level figure in Zero Realm.
Tyr's character is quite good. People who have been in contact with him say that he is very gentle and gentle. He does not feel vulgar as a warrior at all, but rather like a noble.
Mocheng knew that Tire was actually a nobleman. His family was as tragic as that ancient myth. His father married the woman he loved, but this woman was only his.
Maid.
Although Tyr was born of a maid, his father devoted all his love to him. Of course, his father treated his mother even less.
Their family of three is still very happy, and Tier admires his father very much. He is not afraid of various obstacles from the family, and finally wins the respect of the family with his own abilities.
Tyr didn't want to rely on his father, so he entered the game without accepting any help from his father. He established his own guild and started from scratch.
Tyr still cannot hide the aristocratic aura in his movements in the game. He does not have the heroism of a warrior, nor the thunderous domineering power of a warrior, but he has leadership skills that people cannot help but admire.
In the previous life of Mo City, I had seen Tier fight against a level 45 legendary boss by himself. At that time, Tier was only level 40. The small figure at the feet of that giant was able to defend himself so well.
A behemoth. It is simply admirable, especially when he inflicts countless tear damage on the boss.
Of course, when there was a battle between camps, Tyr rushed up with his sword and shield and swung his sword, causing a large amount of tearing damage that left people stunned.
His long golden hair, tall nose, and flawless smile will forever be imprinted in the minds of players from all major camps.
In Zero Realm, among the warriors other than Qingfeng, the one Mo Cheng admires the most is Tier.
Having said that, Tire is a player in the Western Hemisphere, so the Western Hemisphere is one step ahead of the guilds in the Eastern Hemisphere, just like in the previous life.
Mo Cheng shook his dizzy head and continued to watch the purple ghost winged insects attacking him.
This Purple Winged Insect is a little less difficult to deal with than Mo Cheng thought, so Mo Cheng decided to fight quickly. The time was not far away for the guild to settle in the main city, so just in case, Mo Cheng decided to continue on his way.
.
"Um, um, um." A headache-inducing sound sounded. Mo Cheng frowned, and three magic missiles immediately rushed towards the head of the purple ghost winged insect.
-450
-120
One of the magic missiles missed, and the other had a critical hit effect. According to this output, it only takes two minutes for Mo City to kill this purple ghost winged insect. Fortunately, there are no elites outside the Bekduo Jungle.
Monster's.
This is also good news.
Mo Cheng glanced at the surrounding environment, and there were a few trees on his right, both large and small, that could be used to hinder the attacks of the Purple Nether Winged Insects. Of course, he did not expect these trees to be able to withstand the Ziyou winged insects.
The death-like scythe of the winged insect struck.
Mo Cheng ran to the right, not forgetting to wave a few magic missiles to block the purple ghost winged insects.
There was a "click", and branches and leaves kept being cut off by the sharp scythe of the purple ghost winged insect. Mocheng's mage's robe also became tattered under the purple ghost winged insect's sickle.
Tur, Mo Cheng's feet slipped, he staggered a step, and then he stood firm. The purple ghost winged insect took this opportunity to slash at Mo Cheng with the scythe of death.
Mo Cheng had no choice but to fall down, dodge the attack, and then rolled with a few others. He grabbed an unknown plant pole and stood up.
"Ta, tap, tap." After a few sounds, the sewage slowly dripped from Mo Cheng's body to the ground. It turned out that the moment Mo Cheng fell to the ground, the muddy black sludge on the ground had contaminated Mo Cheng's mage.
On his robe and face, Mo Cheng took a few mouthfuls of muddy water, and his face changed a little.
He has a mysophobia, and this is the first time that his whole body has been so dirty. Mo Cheng's face became more and more serious, and sparks kept popping up in his eyes.
This purple ghost winged insect has completely annoyed him, and now he wants to kill this purple ghost winged insect immediately.
Although his anger rose, Mo Cheng's senses became clearer. He is the type who gets calmer the angrier he gets. Mo Cheng put away his staff.
He raised his hands and began to carve the magic circle. Mo Cheng, who had carved the magic circle countless times, was very good at releasing the magic circle with both hands.
The Purple Winged Insect rushed over again, but Mo Cheng's footsteps began to wander unsteadily at some point. The dance of death, the first dance, was like a dream, the second dance, walking to the end of the world, the third dance, never looking back.
As long as he dodges two attacks, Mo Cheng's attributes cannot support his excessive use of the Dance of Death, otherwise his whole body will be exhausted, which would be bad.
In just two seconds, the magic circle was condensed, and he raised his palm to release the magic circle!
Several magic missiles ejected from the magic arrays in Mo Cheng's hands, and the purple ghost winged insect was immediately blasted into pieces. A burning smell followed.
-450!-310!-115!-240!
-304!-189!-354!-387!
The purple ghost winged insect kept screaming in the air. It waved its front legs of the sickle and wanted to slash at Mo Cheng. But Mo Cheng's next move made it despair.
Mo Cheng didn't know when he pulled out his staff, and a pale white magic aura gathered at the top of the staff, quickly condensing. With a wave of Mo Cheng's staff, the condensed skills flew towards the Purple Netherwinged Insect.
A cold breath covered the entire battle area, followed by Mo Cheng's gentle chant, and magic missiles burst out from the top of the staff as if they were free, constantly hitting the Purple Netherwinged Insect.
Can't I kill you? Damn it, Mo Cheng. The corner of Mo Cheng's mouth twitched and he said.
Unexpectedly, he was exposed by a purple ghost winged insect and all his cards were revealed. He was a little depressed. Mo Cheng looked at the charred corpse of the purple ghost winged insect hanging on the ground and held his chin while thinking.
Skill! It’s still a damn skill. It’s so frustrating to have no skills. Mo Cheng looked up at the round and shining moon, and then looked down at himself covered in mud.
Forget it, this is also a disguise. Mo Cheng comforted himself.
Well, jungle camouflage.
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