"Pfft!!---" After reading the price of the sword, Huskey was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood---but under the shielding of the system, the blood he spit out looked clear and transparent.
,as…….
"Wow, the little puppy is so dirty, he actually spits openly ---" Calvin on the side yelled maliciously.
"Ouch..." Husky was so angry that he fainted with almost no air. He took a few breaths, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked in a low voice: "Why, how can it be like this? It's the same prop.
, but the two explanations are completely different?"
When the sword was in Husky's inventory, it was described as rubbish like a consumable item, which made the dog boy eager to sell it, and he only got three thousand gold coins after selling it;
But when it came to the blacksmith uncle's high-grade column, it turned into a legendary sword, and it sold for more than one billion. Isn't this gap too big?
I can't figure it out no matter how hard I think about it. Are the item descriptions in this game specifically designed to deceive people?
"That's because your appraisal skills are not high enough." Calvin picked up the strategy scroll again and read, "Why do you have to rely on the description of the item to judge the true value of the item itself? Is the weapon in your hand useful or useless?
It’s up to you to judge whether it’s useful or not, instead of just believing in a few words in the game.”
"Huh?" Hearing this, Husky was confused. Why does this lecturing tone sound so similar to someone else's?
"------by Arthur.d.Pantolaken." The little fishman prince added.
The dog-man boy and the leopard-man glared at the fish-man prince at the same time: "Uncle Arthur is also helping to write this guide?!"
"Oh, no." Calvin sneered and said, "This thing was originally written by the trainee knights who participated in this game and was used for private transactions. Until His Majesty King Arthur found out that the trainee knights exchanged this for money..."
"Then he confiscated the guide, changed the details himself, and published an official guide?" Huskey interrupted Calvin and showed a very sour expression: "Uncle Arthur's moral integrity -
--＂
"Whose moral integrity are you talking about?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind the dog-man boy.
Husky was so frightened that he jumped out of his skin and his tail stood straight up: "Ah, Uncle Arthur is barking?"
"Hey, boys, are everything okay?" The King of Knights greeted casually: "It's almost noon, do you still plan to continue playing without taking a break?"
He came specifically to urge the teenagers to go to eat------Thinking of this, Husky showed an even more sour expression.
The King of Knights ignored Husky's silent protest and focused his gaze on Hal's chest: "Wow, what happened to your wound? Are you fighting? Is everything okay?"
Arthur was so worried because the ice shards created by Calvin were still stuck to Hal's chest, which looked a bit like he had been injured by magic.
"No, this is a bandage, used to stop bleeding." The Leopard Man boy quickly defended, "This wound was scratched by the big wild wolf king in the misty forest. The wound was originally very big and almost killed Hal.
, but Husky used self-healing skills to treat Hal, and he is basically fine now."
"That's it." Arthur squinted his eyes and looked at the Leopard Man boy's wounds: "[Self-healing Strengthening] can also be used to treat other people's injuries. What an interesting idea."
In fact, it's not just interesting, it's a genius idea --- for an eight-year-old dog boy.
Arthur suppressed the joy in his heart and pretended to be just a little happy. He glanced at the dog-man boy with a slight admiration: "Speaking of which, why just restore the wound to this? Are you being lazy?"
"Because the little dog thought he had used up all his fighting skills today." Calvin said impatiently, shrugging his shoulders pretending to be helpless.
"Huh?" Arthur frowned slightly, and after thinking for half a second, he understood immediately.
He understood, so he laughed, as if he had heard an extremely funny joke: "Ah hahahahahahahahaha, you little fools! ---Have you forgotten? Combat skills can be used infinitely in towns! How?
Maybe it’s all used up!”
"Oh, it's true!" The dog-man boy suddenly realized. He finally understood what was going on with Calvin's mysterious smile before.
The little fishman prince has long known that combat skills can be used unlimitedly in the town, but he never mentioned it. What a sinister intention!
"Well, this is indeed a bug. If combat skills can be used infinitely, you will almost have unlimited healing magic in the town, so there will be no need for doctors." Arthur said to himself while opening a certain
The floating window modifies the game code:
"It has been reset. In the future, in towns, only those combat skills that do not affect surrounding things can be used indefinitely. Those combat skills that can heal companions, or bring ability bonuses to oneself or companions, will still be the same as in the wild.
Limit the number of uses!"
Arthur was very happy that he had plugged this system loophole, while Calvin was secretly enjoying himself. Seeing this, Husky understood again:
The fishman prince was eager to expose the combat skills just now, just to attract King Arthur's attention and fix the loophole immediately so that Husky would not have the chance to heal Hal again!
This guy Calvin is deliberately causing trouble and holding back Husky and the others!
---What a hateful little bastard! Is there an enemy that you won't deal with and only wants to harm your teammates?!
Thinking of this, Husky became even more angry. But it was not convenient for him to show this anger in front of his Uncle Arthur, so he had to suppress the veins on his forehead and looked at Calvin with burning eyes.
The little fish-man prince deliberately pretended not to notice, humming a song from the side.
"So," Arthur was also checking the status of the teenagers, "you took a trip in the misty forest and killed a gray mist dragon. Very good."
"It all depends on luck." Husky thought of the dragon, and immediately thought of the sword he had just sold cheaply. He couldn't help but feel angry again. Calvin, who knew the inside story, could have stopped all this, but this damn little fish
But Er was deliberately pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, so that Husky took the initiative to hit the wall.
Even Hal noticed Husky's anger. He was afraid that his friends would really quarrel, so he quickly advised: "Don't be angry, relax, relax, meow - at least we have earned a profit."
It’s a lot of money, so you can skip a lot of materials that need to be collected in the mission and complete the mission earlier.”
He didn't expect that saying this would have a counter-effect. Husky immediately drooped his ears: "And the result is that we are injured and disabled. There are only two combat skills that Husky can use today [arm strength burst] woof
..."
"Huhuhu, so miserable?" King Arthur sat down in front of the campfire, took out a piece of meat to roast, and sneered: "It's good that you can come back alive after encountering the Gray Mist Dragon and the Wild Wolf King.
.After all, that Wild Wolf King is special... I created it using the test data that someone left in the system in the past.
------In short, don't mess with that wolf for the time being. If you don't listen to the advice, you will really die. Leisure, moderation, and regular work and rest are also skills that a good warrior should master."
"But we have to upgrade to level five today..." Husky kicked his calves and muttered dissatisfiedly.
Arthur glared at the dog-man boy and said nothing.
He threw the roasted meat to Husky, turned around and left immediately, opened the control panel and planned to log out of the game: "Anyway, keep working hard. Don't die. You also need to eat lunch on time."
Whoosh. There was a flash of white light, and the King of Knights had left.
"What on earth is Uncle Arthur here for? This is obviously making the game more difficult for us," Hal muttered as he walked closer to his friend.
"Forget it... This is how it should be. If someone is killed, he will definitely die. It is impossible to teleport back to the city and cast unlimited magic to save your life. We should play this game seriously and don't be so clever.
That’s awesome.” Husky sighed and took a bite of the barbecue.
After everyone finished eating, the dog-man boy took the leopard-man boy's hand: "Come on, find your mommy... No, ask the witch to confirm and see what we need to do next. Let's deal with it next.
It’s just a simple enemy. You are injured, so don’t be too forceful.”
Hal nodded and followed the dog-man boy away.
Prince Calvin, on the other hand, was watching all this with cold eyes, planning his next move (prank)---in order to break up these seemingly good friends, he would take the dog-man boy as his own.
This is bound to be a difficult day.
At the same time, on the East African Plateau, Bediwell and his group had crossed three mountains via hot air balloon, and were only 300 kilometers away from their destination, Mount Gilimanjaro.
Thousands of miles away, the mountains are deep and quiet. The tall peaks have crossed the snow line, but because it is located in the tropics and the temperature is relatively high, only a few particularly high peaks can accumulate some snow.
The thin air made for a good view. There was no sign of any dangerous creatures lurking around. So far, it had been a pleasant and peaceful journey.
However, there was not much time left for their group. There was only the last hour left before the time limit of 12 noon. Time passed by minute by second, and the snow-capped Jili Mazar in the distance
Luoshan, it seems that no matter how far I go, I never get close to the spots.
Bedivere could clearly see the anxious expressions on everyone's faces. However, he deliberately acted calmly and assured his companions that with the current speed of the spacecraft, he would definitely be able to catch up.
Everything was supposed to go smoothly and pass peacefully in silence.
until...
drop.
A drop of bright red liquid seeped out from Albert's nose, and before the tiger noticed it, it had already dripped on the deck of the ship.
This drop of nosebleed seemed to announce trouble. A [disaster] that almost claimed Albert's life was about to begin.