Chapter six hundred and twenty fifth sadness and joy
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The vast jungle, the warm wind is blowing, and the scorching sun bakes the lush mountains until the ground is full of oil.
An adventure group of four people braved obstacles and arduously traveled through Fangorn Forest.
The person responsible for opening the road was a Boer tauren wearing chainmail. Every time he cut with his double-edged battle ax, he would open a straight and spacious avenue.
"Master Anelka, how long does it take to reach the destination? We have been walking for almost half a month!" The thief in the team drew a throwing knife angrily and threw it behind him without looking back, "Duh
"There was a muffled sound, and the flying knife just nailed a noisy cicada to the trunk of the tree. This damn cicada had just peed, and the thieves were sprayed in the wind.
Face.
The magician, who had a head as long as a pointed olive, heard the thief's complaint. He wiped the sweat on his neck with a handkerchief, carefully took out an ancient leather map from his arms, and touched out the sun.
Jiu Yi looked at the sun, verified the latitude and longitude, looked at the map again, and nodded with certainty: "Blanco, don't worry! It's almost, it's not far ahead, there are still three hours at most!"
"Please, you've been saying this for almost a day!" The elf archer at the end of the team groaned helplessly: "Master Anelka, can't you use some new words?"
The old magician blushed and hesitated to deal with the accusations from his companions.
Although the "Peninsula Iron Box" adventure group does not have many members, it is also a very famous treasure hunting group in the San Jose Empire. Because they have a genuine magician, they still enjoy a certain reputation even in the entire mercenary world.
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Accepting the task of being listed by the union this time, the "Peninsula Iron Box" adventure group has entered Fangong Forest for more than half a month. They have suffered all kinds of hardships along the way, and their destination is still missing; if it hadn't been for recruiting a strong man earlier
Boer warriors, the entire adventure group is afraid that they will be exhausted after driving in the virgin forest for three days.
However, complaints are complaints. After all, "Peninsula Iron Box" is also composed of industry elites. After taking a short rest, everyone gritted their teeth and continued to advance into the forest.
After all, the mission this time is to excavate a rare historical site, and it is also the ruins of an ancient goblin shop.
According to the regulations of the trade union, the dividends for excavating historical sites are divided into 30% and 70%, and the adventure group has priority in selection.
How many good things are there in the ancient goblin shop? Does anyone in the Aegean continent know about them?
If Master Anelka hadn't done some research on goblin cuneiform, the treasure hunt task listed by the union would never have fallen on the "Peninsula Iron Box".
As soon as the four adventurers thought of this, their bodies were filled with infinite power.
Perhaps after this adventure, the dividends alone will allow everyone to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.
After finally passing through the dense forest, the four adventurers entered a forest swamp filled with puddles.
The thief responsible for exploring the path walked around cautiously. Ten days ago, he encountered a swamp flying dragon in the same environment. He couldn't be careful.
The four adventurers breathed a sigh of relief and saw that the water bladder was almost at its bottom. The thieves with experience in wild survival led their companions to cut out a giant wormwood tree.
Notch, filling all the water bladders with wormwood juice that is as sweet as sugar cane.
This is what an adventurous life is like. In a wandering life of eating and sleeping in the open air, you will occasionally gain some wild fun that ordinary people cannot enjoy.
The anxious magician secretly checked the map again.
In fact, he only had a partial understanding of goblin cuneiform, and there were many words on the map that he could only guess at.
Although the ruins of the goblin shop are still a mirror image, the human thieves, the elf archers and the tauren couldn't help but talk about their wealthy lives in the future. For a while, cheerful laughter spread over the forest swamp. The usually unsmiling Boer warrior Nowitzki
, and even took out the Kafu Miaoqin that was carried behind his back, and played the smart and beautiful music with his huge fingers as thick as a carrot.
The magician secretly complained in his heart. If he couldn't find the ruins of the goblin store, his friends didn't know if they would be able to laugh out loud.
"Hush!" The elf archer suddenly stretched out his hand, interrupting the cheerful exchange between his friends.
All the adventurers jumped up at the same time, stood back to back, held their breath, and scanned all directions with alert eyes.
The towering giant Artemisia annua blocked most of the sight. In the knee-deep green grass, there was the occasional sound of bubbles popping up.
The magician whispered a series of profound and obscure spells, and as a handful of silver powdered spices was thrown into the air, a month-white "Wizard's Eye" appeared in the air.
Master Anelka is from the Kingdom of Durandon in the north. He is proficient in frost magic. He was forced to live in the south because he offended the religious dignitaries of the Ice and Snow Goddess Cult. However, his title of intermediate magician is genuine and popular all over the world.
With the help of the magician and the "Wizard's Eye", the enemy hiding in the dark finally has no way to hide.
"In the grass one hundred and twenty feet to the west, there is a group of "silt monsters."" The magician slowly opened his eyes, pointed in the direction with his staff, and then fired an arrow, causing a hoarse scream.
hiss.
The tauren warrior stepped out of the water, brandishing his double-edged battle ax and rushed there silently.
The other three adventurers looked at each other a little dumbfounded and shrugged helplessly.
"Sludge monsters" are just ordinary gregarious monsters. They are quite wild and can spit out smelly "sludge missiles". Generally speaking, adventurers can avoid provoking such disgusting creatures if they can, because they are not afraid of them.
They don't have enough attack power, but they are afraid that after fighting them, their stink will linger for months.
But since the solid-eyed partner has already chased him, the remaining people can't just stand here and watch.
In just a short time together, everyone has already fallen in love with this big Boer man. He is brave, loyal, and strong. He moves forward bravely in every battle and has no complaints no matter how small the dividends are.
It’s a pity that human racial discrimination is too serious. There are really few Beamon warriors working in the civilized world. Otherwise, the "Peninsula Iron Box" adventure group really needs to recruit more Beamon warriors. With them, they are even more powerful than magicians.
To feel more secure, the adventurers of the "Peninsula Iron Box" will feel sad when they think that the regular army of the Behemoth Kingdom does not have enough metal to arm themselves.
With the long-range attacks of the magicians and elf archers, coupled with the stealth sneak attacks of thieves, and the sharp battle axes of the tauren, they knocked down a dozen mud monsters in a row like cutting down trees;
Ban, a huge "Milt Forerunner" with a deep red body, let out a weird scream, and, surrounded by four or five minions, quickly retreated into the swamp with a "clop, clatter".
"Slow down!" The magician's eyes flashed and he grabbed the elf archer's arm.
Although the "Milt Monster Forerunner" that was fleeing was covered in stinky mud, Master Anelka still noticed three strange elemental fluctuations from its body from the previous confrontation. Now, after taking a closer look, he discovered that this "Milt Monster Forerunner"
"There is a bowl-shaped metal amulet around his neck, and two metal wrist guards on each of the two tentacles, which are vaguely precious.
"It's the "Magic Amulet", "Striped Belt" and "Slow Beads"!" The magician was so excited that he was talking incoherently. After hearing this, the eyes of the other three adventurers suddenly straightened.
The "Magic Amulet" can save you from intermediate spells every five minutes, the "Striped Belt" can weaken the wearer's attacks below high magic by 33%, and the "Slow Bead" can increase the spell attack power by 15%, and can also damage the enemy.
The negative effect of blessing is "slow".
These are three expensive magic props. More importantly, these three magic props are the top products of the ancient goblin shop.
If it were normal times, the four adventurers would definitely kill this "Silt Forerunner" and then sit on the ground and divide the spoils, but they definitely wouldn't do that today.
After chasing this group of mud monsters for about half an hour, the adventurers found a dilapidated stone house in the middle of a wetland backed by a Metasequoia forest. The house was supported by four stone piles.
It is at least three meters above the ground. The rotating wooden ladder outside the house has completely rotted away. A cigar-shaped empty boat is moored on the roof. The airbag has long since disappeared, leaving only the ancient boat hull covered with green embroidery hanging diagonally.
Between rooftops and treetops.
With a burst of cheers, the adventurers rushed forward and knocked down the "Sludge Monster Forerunner" as quickly as possible.
As for the remaining sludge monster minions who had fled, the four adventurers were so excited that they no longer bothered to chase them.
The magician showed even more skill than the thief. He took off three long-coveted magic equipment from the "Milt Forerunner" in three strokes. He was not afraid of dirt and smell, and hurriedly removed the three pieces of dirty equipment.
He put on Ji's magic equipment one by one, feeling the rapid improvement of his own strength with great excitement.
The thieves and elven archers couldn't wait to jump onto the bottom beam of the dilapidated stone house, turned over quickly, and climbed up the ruined corridor outside the stone house.
The tauren warrior, leaning on his battle ax, could only stand on the ground and look at the stone house without stairs.
"Tell me, what did you find?" The magician rolled his hands into a morning glory and twirled around on the ground anxiously.
There was a crisp sound of the stone slabs breaking, and a slender figure fell heavily from the bottom of the stone house, causing a large splash of water in the wetland.
"Damn!" The thief stood up with a grin on his face and wiped the water stains on his face: "The floor in this house is too weak. It will break if you step on it."
"It's been like this for a long time. It's useless even if it's made of iron." The magician walked to the middle of the four supporting stone pillars, held his head high, and tried his best to extend his sight through the severely damaged floor gap under the stone house.
The elves can walk on the snow without leaving a trace, and Anelka is now counting on the light-bodied archers to fish out some good stuff.
"Look what this is?" The tauren took out a crystal bottle covered with black scars from the grass at his feet.
"It's a magic potion, the main product of ancient goblins. It may have dried up." The magician smashed his mouth, held the crystal bottle in his hand and rubbed it, looking at the solidified black mass in the bottle with regret.
"I found so many things!" The elf rushed from the stone house to the corridor like a whirlwind, laughing wildly and throwing down a lot of harvests in his arms.
Seduction beacon, negation music box, soul transportation necklace.
"Get rich!" The thief knelt down in the water, crying and laughing while holding these treasures in his arms.
"Oh my God!" The magician couldn't stand still. He sat down on the wet ground, holding two plates of copper foil tremblingly, looking straight at the cuneiform characters on them, shaking all over like a stroke.
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"This is the formula for a magic potion! I know all these words! Thank you to the Ice and Snow Goddess!" the magician murmured with tears welling up.
"A formula for a potion that can replenish magic power? We have distributed it, and we really got it this time!" The thief took a big breath, took out the dagger and bled on his wrist. He was really worried that he would get angry because he couldn't bear such a big stimulation.
The blood attacks the heart and dies.
"And this!" Master Anelka raised another plate of copper foil engraved with text in his hand, took a deep breath, and tried to stop himself from being so excited, but his efforts were in vain.
The three adventurers looked eagerly at their mage companion, waiting for him to reveal the answer to the mystery.
"What is recorded on this copper foil is the formula of "Danxue", and I know all the words on it!" The magician laughed wildly and hugged the minotaur beside him, and kissed him twice.
The thief and the elf almost fainted.
"What is "Danxue"?" The honest Boer warrior did not have a high level of education and could not quite understand the name.
"The so-called "Alchemy Snow" is the black powder developed by the goblin great sage Gabrin back then. It is the kind of magical powder that can open up mountains and open up rocks!" The thief covered his face, looked at the sky, then at the ground, and then at
Looking at the tauren comrades, he let out a long breath: "Nowitzki, the strategic significance of "Danxue" to a country cannot be explained in words. Let's put it this way, if you translate this recipe and give it to you
King Beamon, you will definitely obtain the status of a duke! Enjoy glory and wealth for generations to come!"
"What did I think?" The Boer soldier shrugged his shoulders, blew the copper ring on his nose hard, and said with a little disapproval: "Not long ago, I heard that people living in the San Francisco Empire were better off than others.
The Mongolian mercenary said that San Francisco has sent the silver dwarves to the Feileng Cui territory of our kingdom. Those silver dwarves can also make "black rope silver" that can open up mountains and rocks. Why haven't I heard about ours?
What title of duke did King Beamon give these silver dwarves?"
"You are so stubborn!" Master Anelka jumped three feet high from the ground, frothing at the mouth and lectured the ignorant tauren: "I just took a quick glance at Master Gabrin's
The raw materials used in "Danxue" are all worthless ores. Do you know what raw materials are used to make the "Black Soil" made by the silver dwarves?"
"It's silver!" The human thief couldn't wait to take over the words: "Nowitzki, you big stupid cow!"
"It is said that the silver dwarves can only extract two dozen orches of "black rope silver" from one pound of silver, which is about one-eighth of an ounce in weight; and the long-range blasting cannon made by the silver dwarves requires at least one pound of charge for each shell.
"Black Silver", right?" The elf archer snickered on the side: "Novitsky, according to this calculation, a "Black Silver" cannonball would cost 768 pounds of silver to refine! Seven
One hundred and sixty-eight pounds of silver is equivalent to two thousand and forty-eight silver coins, which is more than two hundred gold louis. How long will this money be enough to support your family?"
"So much money? Just one cannonball?" The tauren was dumbfounded: "Oh my god, we can't save so much money even if we don't eat or drink in a village for ten years!"
"Hehe..." The magician nodded, and then carefully looked at the inscription on the copper foil: "...Using "Danxue" to make a cannonball, the ore required is about... Well
...About forty silver coins are enough, it will only be less, not more!"
Master Anelka raised his head and asked the Minotaur: "Novitsky, tell your conscience, which one is more cost-effective compared with "Danxue" and "Black Silver"? We dedicate "Danxue" to someone
Will this country gain great fame and fortune?"
"Haha! If it wasn't too expensive, why would the San Francisco Empire give you the silver dwarf Behemoth?" The human thief laughed and bent over: "You Behemoths think we humans are second best? I will give you one for free.
A strategic force?"
"Nonsense! Our Divine Comedy Shaman is not stupid. He is sitting in the underground world, where there are many mercury rivers! Don't bully me for being stupid. The fallen elves have already spread the news. Lucerne is posting signs everywhere, encouraging us mercenaries to go to Gangfeng.
If you want to make a fortune underground, there is no introduction to this!" The stubborn Boer soldier curled his lips in disbelief: "You humans are the only smart ones!"
"My good boy, when the silver dwarves refine "Black Silver", just like the hobbits cooking, they also depend on the raw materials! What kind of things in this world are made without looking at the raw materials? How do you compare mercury and silver? There is a huge difference.
!" The magician waved his hand and looked helplessly at the unreasonable Behemoth man: "It's a pity, Nowitzki, if your Divine Comedy Shaman had a White Galaxy, the current Aegean continent would belong to him.
Human..."
"Master Anelka, you are wrong!" The human thief couldn't help but say something sarcastic: "It's not just White Galaxy? Nowitzki always talks about how sexy their Divine Comedy Shaman is. I guess,
That shaman and Shengxiao can definitely use mithril to refine "Black Silver", and it will definitely be extremely powerful!"
"You..." The Boer soldier was furious and wanted to give this annoying guy an axe.
No matter how slow he was, he could still hear the sarcasm in the thieves' words. Mithril is an extremely precious magic metal. Although the tauren warriors admired the Divine Comedy Shaman, they were not arrogant enough to think that Richard had a large amount of mithril under his command.
the point.
"What's wrong with me?" The human thief rolled his eyes.
"Blanco, you are really good at talking nonsense!" The magician couldn't help laughing and said: "There are so many mithrils, who would be willing to refine "Black Silver"? That's worth my money!"
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen what mithril looks like with my own eyes. I heard that this magical metal is as valuable as fine gold and lighter than feathers!" The elf archer sighed at the side: "What if it is really refined with mithril?"
As for the "Black Silver", I estimate that by stripping off all the silver base armor of the San Francisco Empire, I should be able to create a "Black Silver" shell that is as powerful as the forbidden magic spell!"
"Okay, okay, stop talking about these useless things!" Seeing the minotaur snorting and snorting white air, the magician was afraid that Boole couldn't stand the stimulation and would go "semi-crazy", so he quickly smoothed things over and changed the subject.
As they began to count the harvests one by one and share the spoils one by one, the unhappiness of the four adventurers was quickly dissipated.
Unknowingly, another group of black "mud monsters" came from all directions, led by a three-meter-tall "mud monster Khan" who was covered in blood red.
"Wow! Those "silt monster" minions just moved in to help!" The thief whistled: "These little cuties, I really love them to death!"
"So the big fat sheep is here. No wonder the goblin shop seems to be short of some goods. It seems that we should all make a fortune today!" The magician greedily took a look at the "Milt Monster Khan", this oversized "Milt Monster"
"At least five different elements are flowing out of his body, and the thick dirt cannot cover up the magical halo that is shining everywhere.
The expressions of the four adventurers were all relaxed. It’s no wonder that the physical and magic attacks of the “Milt Monsters” were extremely poor. Not to mention that there were only two or three hundred “Milt Monsters”. Even if there were doubled the number, that would be the number of the body in the future.
It's just going to stink for a few months.
The magician covered with auxiliary props took out the "Dance of Frost Magic Scroll" that he had treasured for a long time. This scroll at the bottom of the box used to save lives is no longer valuable. As long as he returns to the civilized world, Master Anelka thought
What do you want and don’t have the money to buy?
"The Sludge Monster Khan" let out a low roar and waved his hands violently. A dark red magic halo flashed through the air, and a huge and incoherent figure suddenly appeared in the center of the forest wetland.
This is a majestic giant eight meters high and made of rocks. Under its horn-like helmet, it has red lantern-like eyes.
"Oh my God, it's...the "Rock Guard"!" The magician grinned, and the scroll slipped silently from his hand. The other three adventurers were also dumbfounded.
Another black halo floated by, and a hunched-over, black-skinned sickle-clawed giant monster appeared out of thin air.
"Hell Headhunter!" The human thief's whole body was ice-cold. Before he could finish his words, "Sludge Monster Khan" waved his arms twice more. A white halo and a blue halo flashed continuously. He was covered in mist, and his head
The "Ice Ghost" wearing an ice crown and the "Bear-faced Warrior" with a thorny mane standing upright and a green face and fangs, together with the other two summoned combat units, completely blocked the front, rear, left and right of the four adventurers.
It should be noted that these four major combat units are summoned by "Rock Mark", "Aqsa Martyr's Ring", "Ice Shards" and "Wild War Talisman" respectively, and these four level 12
Magic summoning props were the specialty items of goblin merchants back then.
The infinitely powerful "Dan Snow" was once again lost in the dust in the scattered blood.
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"My day!" While everyone was busy cleaning the battlefield, Liu Zhenshao quietly pulled Nedved aside and asked: "Neville, what happened just now?"
"What's going on?" Ma Zheqin was confused by these meaningless words: "I followed your instructions in advance, boss! Well... I chose the one with the best shooting skills.
The eight good totem horses "Zhaoye Snow Lion" and "Delu", coupled with my "sweat and blood", will never miss the target! The long-range blaster made by the silver dwarf is also used, and the big pineapple cannonball is added
It’s a delayed fuse!”
"I'm asking why these "Black Silver Cannonballs" are so powerful!" Old Liu glanced around nervously, leaned into Ma Zheqin's ear, tried his best to lower his voice and said: "Damn these three big pineapple cannonballs"
The power is as powerful as the forbidden curse! Fortunately, we penetrated the "Great Rift in Time and Space". If we had followed the original plan, wouldn't we have been blown up too?"
"I don't know about that." Nedved spread his hands and said, "I will do whatever you ask me to do."
"Obisrachi! The majestic Lich King, the leader of the underworld and the Dread Lord were finally killed by three House archers who didn't even have elemental power. This makes me feel aggrieved just thinking about it. I am standing here today.
How many Ji Dao masters are there!" Liu Zhenzhen let out a long sigh, shook his head not knowing what to say, and smiled bitterly.
Because the silver dwarf complained to him many times about the raw materials and the low efficiency of refining "Black Silver" from mercury, after Old Liu got the "God of Wealth Jade Bowl", he made a total of three large pots of mithril needles and gave them all to this man.
Help the money-burning machine to refine "Black Silver"----------This is what the Silver Dwarf himself said. The better the quality of the "silver", the more powerful the "Black Silver" extracted will be!
Lao Liu actually consulted the chief of the silver dwarves. How powerful would the "Black Silver" extracted from mithril be?
The chief of the silver dwarves said that he didn't know either, because no silver dwarf in history had the luxury to use mithril to refine "black silver".
"The power is definitely not small." That's what the Silver Dwarf Chief said at the time. "At least it's more powerful than the "Black Silver" refined from magic silver!"
Without a reference object and unwilling to test-fire, Liu Zhenzhen could not estimate how powerful the "Black Silver Cannonball" made by Mithril was, but he knew that the power would definitely not be small! The secret weapon this time was
The "Black Silver Cannonball" refined from mithril was originally given to Nedved to deal with the more difficult beasts of the underworld. Who knew that in the end, it was used on the supreme king of the underworld and the devil?
, and made such a big fuss!
Just now, the Aegean humans, Demon World Sea Clan and Tang Zang masters looked at Lao Liu with something wrong in their eyes. In addition to shock, they were more in awe, deep awe.
"How many big pineapple cannonballs are left now?" Liu Zhenzhen thought about it and asked again.
"No! There were only three made in total!" Nedved carefully looked at Old Liu's face: "Didn't the Silver Dwarf Chief personally give it to you, boss, this morning? Didn't you check it?"
"Holy shit!" Liu Zhencheng was really speechless. There were three full face plates of mithril needles! Feilengcui peeled off a total of ten mithril needles from the previously seized silver base armor! These gangs
The silver dwarf actually used the "Black Silver" extracted from so much mithril to make only three big pineapple cannonballs!
"Speaking of which, if we make more cannonballs, I will mobilize more divine arrows and fire them!" Hao Zheqin wiped his blond hair and smiled: "Boss, you taught me this.
, we need to concentrate our firepower to break through! After all, the three great masters just now are the masters of the underworld and the devil, real masters of the extreme! I am also worried that the three shells are too few and the power is not enough!"
Old Liu repeatedly cupped his fists and saluted the boss. It was too cruel. He actually thought that the "Black Silver" extracted from three large pots of mithril needles was not powerful enough----------But having said that, beforehand,
If it were him, he would definitely do the same as Nedved. This is the fearlessness of the ignorant.
"Boss, daddy's bones." Fei Luo held the Piaggio 3000, stood not far away and waved to Lao Liu.
"Those demon winged knights are all high-ranking nobles. Their weapons and the Ogustus staff are not ordinary. Go and tell Helen and Mo'er to stop singing war songs to appease their souls and clean up the battlefield quickly.
, everything that is not destroyed is a treasure!" Old Liu gesticulated, took the bone union treasure box and put it to his ear: "Hey, dad, what's the matter?"
"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news." Elder Andulan hesitated for a long time, as if he didn't dare to say it.
"Didn't I leave all the infantry, cavalry and most of the servants at home? With them here, would anyone dare to attack Fei Lengcui?" Liu Zhanzhen was a little surprised. What other bad news could there be?
"Cut the nonsense, which one do you want to hear first, the good news or the bad news?"
"I've already had a lot of bad news. Daisy's parents, my father-in-law and mother-in-law, and the dragons participating in the war in Dragon City were all killed! What other news do you think I want to hear?" Liu Zhenshao secretly wiped the corners of his eyes.
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"Returning to the arms of Haibo in battle is the most glorious way to die for our dragon clan. You don't need to be too sad about this. The dragons are not as sentimental as you Behemoth." Although Elder Andulan said it beautifully, his tone was also a little dull.
He felt a lot lonely: "Richard... help me collect their bones properly... They are warriors..."
"Dad, you don't need to remind me about this. Just tell me, what is the good news and what is the bad news?"
"The good news is that Issidin Metal has made a pot."
"What kind of good news is this? Isn't it a mission that has been arranged a long time ago?" Lao Liu couldn't help but cover his bone joints, found a nook and cranny that no one was paying attention to, and killed three "Black Silver Cannonballs" with a smile.
Tell the elders about the super master.
"Sorry!" Dad interrupted Lao Liu impatiently and said coldly: "The bad news I want to tell you is: our "God of Wealth Jade Bowl" is broken!"
"What?" Old Liu suddenly felt his vision darken. He took three steps back and sat down on the ground with a "bump" sound. A layer of skin fell off his buttocks.
"Either anyone broke it, it was because of the production of "Issidin Metal"!" Elder Andulan said sadly as if his father had remarried after his mother died: "We have all forgotten, "Issidin Metal"
"It is a metal whose density is second only to fine gold. A grain-sized piece of "Issidine Metal" weighs five pounds! Today, at the moment when it was successfully manufactured, a pot full of "Issidine Metal" destroyed the jade bowl on the spot.
Pressed into three petals!"
"Holy shit... Oh my god... Oh my god..." Liu Zhenzhen was really about to collapse. Who would have thought that when making treasures with the "God of Wealth Jade Bowl", he would have to consider the metal density to be on the safe side?
Night defense, I didn’t expect such a big mistake to be made in the end.
The dream of using mithril to mass-produce "Randrosin cannonballs" to sweep away the invaders was like a sweet soap bubble that shattered with a "pop" before Old Liu could recall it.
Liu Zhensha really felt a little hopeless.
The contrast is too great. You were so happy just now, but then God will tell you: Go away, silly B, you are also worthy of such good luck!
Who can bear this!
"I'm not superstitious! Richard, could it be because of the new beauty in House? I've heard the prophecy of "Lord Lu Zhi" a long time ago!" Elder Andulan also seemed to be anxious.
, I would not have said such idealistic words if I had not forced him to do that.
"Dad, why didn't you say it was because of Guoguo? It's still the beast of misfortune..." Liu Zhenzhen's face drooped, and those who didn't know thought he had just been gang-raped by a group of ogre women.
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"It is really possible..." The elder was silent for a long time and sighed: "Speaking of the beast of misfortune, there is something I originally wanted to observe for a few more days, but I'd better tell you in advance... No
It’s not a good thing or a bad thing...it’s a strange thing..."
"Strange things? With your experience, what other strange things can happen?"
"Do you still remember that your good son Guoguo brought back a bunch of Frost Snow Pichus?"
"Remember! Are they causing trouble everywhere? This kind of little thing is like this, very naughty, but you said that they will bring bad luck. I think it is impossible. I have been with Guoguo, and my luck has never been so good in eight lifetimes!"
"They are not causing trouble." Dad sighed again: "I was just idle. Seeing how restless these little beasts were, I started thinking wildly. If Guoguo can practice blood magic, why can't these Frost Snow Pichus?
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"Other lineages of magic have introductory spells that require you to speak. Of course Frost Snow Pichu can't do anything about it! If it's a magic that can be practiced just by silent recitation, Frost Snow Pichu can definitely practice it with his intelligence!" Liu Zhenzhen is like a frost.
Snow Piqiu's research expert: "Dad, think about it, how many of the World of Warcraft can reach the level of intelligence of Frost Snow Piqiu? Absolutely not! Even humanoid intelligent creatures are not comparable to them! You know, humans
There have been wolf children in the world, the kind of children who were raised by female wolves since childhood, and Tarzan, also known as orangutans. After these wolf children and orangutans return to the civilized world, even if it takes ten years, they may not be able to change the habit of eating hair and drinking blood.
Habits, take a look at our Guoguo..."
"Okay, okay, I don't need you to remind me of Guoguo's cleverness!" Dad impatiently interrupted Lao Liu's chatter about finding treasures: "Listen to me and continue, I was too bored this morning, so I just put those
All Frost Snow Piqiu were captured in the hall and taught them "Dragon Meditation", and the result..."
"What? You...you taught them "Dragon Meditation"?" Old Liu almost died laughing. "Dragon Meditation" in human magic theory is "deep meditation", which is unique to the dragons of all major Aegean pedigrees.
In secular biographies, dragons often sleep in caves for N years. In fact, dragons do not sleep, but enter "deep meditation". However, sometimes it does take a long time, and even some dragons
An extreme example of going into meditation for a thousand years.
The reason why the dragon is powerful is precisely because this unique way of meditation can accumulate magic power faster and more violently.
However, not everyone can learn the "deep meditation" of the Dragon Clan, not to mention whether there are any Dragon Clan who are willing to teach the secrets. If it were to be learned so easily, the Super-Order Warcraft should not be called a Super-Order Warcraft and should be called a Kusha Beast.
"Guoguo brought back more than a thousand Frost Snow Piqiu... A total of sixty-seven of them entered deep meditation... They are falling asleep now..." Elder Andulan said dryly: "... Don't
Doubt the eyes of Frost Dancer Aston Villa...I can tell what real sleep is and what is deep meditation..."
"Day!" Liu Zhenhan suddenly got goosebumps all over his body, and a cold air spread from the Tianling Cap to the bottom of his feet.
"Deep Meditation" is not an introductory spell for any type of magic, but it can be used in the practice of all types of magic.
The effect of this special dragon meditation is to increase magic power and improve levels.
Although Frost Snow Pichu is the worst kind of Warcraft, they are still Warcraft after all. They have natural freezing energy. If they continue to practice according to "Deep Meditation", even if their life span is limited, they will achieve terrible achievements -----
-----As long as you have intelligent talent, mid-to-high-level magic can progress very quickly!
Frost Snow Pichu who can learn "deep meditation", who dares to say that he has no talent?
The total human population of the Aegean is nearly 100 million, and there are only more than 1,000 magicians; the 6 million Behemoths cannot even make up 2,000 full-time priests. Although there is a reason why education cannot be popularized, the success rate of elemental users is extremely high.
Low is an indisputable fact!
Of the more than a thousand Frost Snow Pichus, sixty-seven can only enter "deep meditation". Compared with humans and Behemoths, this success rate is simply frighteningly high! What's even more frightening is that they can't enter deep meditation at all.
You don’t have dragon blood!
"I'm just joking..." The elder's tone was full of frustration: "... Damn... I'm really scared now... I'm not afraid that the magic power of these frost and snow skins will increase too fast.
...I'm afraid that their talents are even better than those of the giant dragons... By then I will no longer be a sinner of the Dragon Clan... How should I explain to Dragon City? Pity my glorious reputation..."
"Dragon City? It's too late for Dragon City to be grateful to you. Now the largest dragon leader in Dragon City is our Fei Lengcui." Liu Zhanzhen sneered: "Since I am already a powerful faction, why can't the third largest dragon city be in love?
Qin is built? Logically speaking, I have the right to grant titles to foreign dragons, right?"
"Nonsense!" Elder Andulan almost went crazy: "How can Frost Snow Pichu become a foreign dragon?"
"Why can't Frosty Snow Pichu become a foreign dragon?" Liu Zhenzhen, perhaps too stimulated, stood up and yelled at the Bone Union Treasure Box: "Male B! I will make all Aegean dragons become foreign in the future.
Pichu!”
This sentence was so cool that all the people who were working around raised their heads and looked at Lord Feilengcui with a crazy look on his face in astonishment.
"What a bullshit!" Liu Zhancheng was indeed greatly stimulated by the bad news. He pointed at the broken holes in his surroundings and cursed: "Look at me and I'll gouge out all the eyes of you idiots!"
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