(ps: Well, there are not many supporters, probably because Liu Xia’s writing is not good enough and the story is not perfect. It is always good to make progress compared to the previous book. Only by making your work stronger can it be tested by more readers.
Only then can we really find a path and create a style that belongs to Liu Xia. Well, Liu Xia is slowly growing up, and I believe this path will eventually have its day... By the way, I am asking for votes, I will burst into tears next week.)
The dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the moonlight illuminated the wasteland at the foot of the Yabu Mountains. The group of monsters gradually dispersed amidst the roar of wild boars. Only a group of guys with burning eyes were left standing in the open space in the distance.
One hundred and fifty-nine undead, a group of monsters that are all elites. This is the result that the wild boar has been waiting for for a month. Looking at the neat queue of undead knights, the wild boar suddenly felt satisfied. As a great lord
, must be followed by knights, in order to be considered decent.
The Dread Knight sat on the horse and looked down at the wild boar passing in front of him. The flames of the hollow skeleton behind the visor flickered from time to time, revealing a slight dullness.
The wild boar walked forward slowly, patrolling in front of each knight. The knights lowered their heads one after another. Although they did not get off their horses, they still saluted respectfully. This is the etiquette of knights. The fearful knight suddenly
The voice was made with a voice that could actually spread in the air, powerful and deep: "Master, please give me a name."
Ah San? The wild boar groaned, feeling that this name was a bit insulting to such a terrifying Dread Knight, so it would be better to use 'Little Terror'. "Little Terror?"
There was a golden light shining on the top of the fear knight's head, and in the blink of an eye it turned into the word "Little Fear". It looked very unique. The wild boar's bad taste was somewhat satisfied, and Plancy on the side shook his head and sighed: "It's just a little bit worse.
.If you are stronger, this fear knight should be stronger. That way it can exert more combat effectiveness."
Lin Yutian couldn't help but be a little confused, and then he thought of his own level. If he was level 40 at this time, wouldn't it mean that all the skeletons produced tonight were level 40 monsters? Lin Yutian frowned and thought for a while, thinking back to what he had just said.
He was only afraid of the knights' fierce battle, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
The Dread Knight's super high attack and the status bonus of Knight's Fury made the wild boar, which was not good at fixed-point bursts, almost fail. Fortunately, this guy was born with only half of his health, otherwise the wild boar might not be able to deal with it.
"The undead creatures you summon will not be stronger than you." Old Plancy popularized the knowledge of undead magic. "So before the next full moon night, you must make yourself stronger and break through the shackles in front of you.
"
Shackles? Lin Yutian was a little puzzled by Planci's words, frowned and asked: "What shackles?"
"Originally, your power has reached a bottleneck, and this problem has already appeared before, that is, the potential is exhausted. This is why I asked you to explore the altar. Fortunately, the fingers of the mad devil have enhanced your potential.
, otherwise your strength will never grow again." Plancy's words made the wild boar frown in confusion.
From a player's perspective, there is a possibility that his potential will be hollowed out; but as a Warcraft, this situation is indeed very likely to happen. The body is like a container, and the amount of power it can hold may be fixed.
After absorbing the madman's finger, the wild boar expanded the container a bit and continued to grow in strength.
But this growth still has a quantitative limit, which is innate qualifications. Among the Warcraft clan, why is it that the lowest level of the demonized cockroach can only be a tiny existence that can be broken into pieces by being stepped on? And the giant dragon can step on people since it is born.
's head.
Without him, it's just the qualifications determined in the mother's womb. Now, this problem is placed in front of the wild boar, and he has to calmly think about it, accept it, and find a way to break through. Because only by being stronger can you live longer.
Assuming that every Warcraft can grow in strength and practice, how many powerful Warcraft monsters will there be in this world? This kind of innate restriction should exist. Lin Yutian asked slightly nervously: "Then am I okay now?
Already?"
"I can feel that the bottleneck still exists." Plancy smiled, "Go and fight. When you feel the bottleneck exists, I will tell you the solution."
The wild boar immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to rest tonight, but because of Planci's words, he called Ada and Aer and walked towards the valley of the undead in the distance. The wild boar cannot be upgraded, and these thirty-nine undead armies cannot
After upgrading, the undead souls that had long since been transformed by Plancy's complex magic process were not afraid of the sun, and the wild boar allowed them to set up camp in the campsite where the corpses were originally parked.
Killing more creatures and creating more powerful undead; conquering more monsters and subduing more younger brothers is the wild boar's grand ideal at this time.
After leveling up all night, what is the so-called bottleneck? Wild Boar will get the answer on the third day.
"Captain, I can't find the python. I looked at the stone forest corridor and there is no python anymore."
"Are there any traces of wild boars?" Zijinglan rubbed her tired brows. Although the mountains of documents in front of her were handled by dedicated personnel, they still gave her a headache. "If you find it, you may be able to find the big snake."
"The hunters in the group said that the trace went north, but it disappeared quickly, and there was no map behind it." Lao Zheng reported truthfully. The python had already involved too much energy of the Glory elites after appearing on the mission.
"I don't think we need to continue to be nervous. The area outside is too big. Let the thieves search for it and let the brothers who are raised go to the battlefield to gain military exploits."
"Well, you go make arrangements." Zijing Lan exhaled, and Ke'er walked over with a cup of hot tea. Although the hot tea in the game can't really relieve fatigue, it still tastes good.
"Cousin, please take a rest."
"Thank you." Zijinlan smiled and saw that her cousin felt a little better for some reason. A few years ago, she was as simple and carefree as she was, but... she wiped the corners of her eyes without leaving a trace, feeling tired.
Sometimes I will relax my heart and let some unpleasant things that I want to forget reappear. "Is there any news from Zhuge and the Three Kingdoms?"
"We found out that they are a medium-sized guild in Gulangfa City, but only Zhuge is in this guild, and the other members of the Three Kingdoms are not there."
"Don't take it lightly. Our glory almost fell into the hands of this guy back then. If possible, we will destroy this guild directly."
"Then we have to wait until we start teleporting within the camp." Lao Zheng shook his head helplessly, "This old boy must have done it on purpose. We have to watch their development before our eyes, and we can't take action directly."
"We don't necessarily have to do it ourselves," Zijinglan tapped her jade fingers on the table, "Don't forget, we also have an ally in Gu Langfa, and we have been working well together recently. It shouldn't be too much to hire them to do something.
Click on the price."
"I understand." Lao Zheng's eyes lit up and he understood instantly.
Zijinglan has a dark belly, and she also looks like a conspirator...
In the real world, in front of a villa in a high-end nursing home somewhere, a young man wearing denim pants was pushing a wheelchair slowly out of the villa door, and an ambulance was waiting outside.
Sitting in the wheelchair was a young girl who was sleeping soundly. Her long sleep had made her limbs a little thin, but the dress she was wearing still set off her fragile beauty. The young man picked her up from the wheelchair and slowly put her down.
After getting into the soft stretcher of the ambulance, several paramedics came forward to help but were rejected by the man's eyes.
His movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of waking the girl up from her sleep.
"Mr. Xiao," two gray-haired old men came over, "You can't go to the base. There is a family signature here."
"Well," the young man reluctantly turned his eyes away from his wife and looked at the simple surgery notice, but he still did not take the piece of paper.
"Mr. Xiao?"
"Let me think about it again." Xiao Teng rubbed his cheeks in pain, and it could be seen that his hand holding the notice was shaking. The two old men naturally knew his mood at the moment, and stood there waiting patiently.
An old man suddenly said: "We need to state in advance that after precise calculations and preliminary tests, the chance of success of the operation is 80%. However, if it is unsuccessful, the patient is likely to die. Because there have been death cases before, we have
I just stopped this medical research. But if Mrs. Xiao doesn’t receive treatment, she won’t survive for half a year..."
"I'll sign." Xiao Teng reached for the piece of paper and wrote his name. He walked outside the ambulance and looked at the girl's haggard face. He murmured: "I sent Brother Lin away like this back then, and now I have to do it again."
I want to watch you leave, you...remember to come back." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
