When he opened his eyes, what he saw was a dark sky, with a few stars listlessly dotted on it, emitting a hazy and dim light.
The dark red firelight swayed by my side, and the residual warmth emitted was transmitted to my body. It was warm and felt like home. In a trance, I seemed to have returned to the first night when I traveled through the world, in the cold After being rescued by Lal and the others in the bloody wasteland, the four of them gathered around the bonfire. The lingering warmth was just as reassuring as now.
There is no doubt that it is night and I am lying next to the campfire. The question is, why am I here? Shouldn't I be killed by Carrot? I slowly turned my head, and unexpectedly found a beautiful figure with a slight white light in the firelight. She was squatting beside me and half-resting, with her chin supported on her knees, her long eyelashes that were lightly closed and trembling slightly, her white cheeks. , highlighted by the hazy firelight, added a divine and beautiful temperament. At this moment, I discovered that my right hand was being held tightly by two cold catkins, so hard that it seemed as if I let go slightly. It seems like it will fly away.
"Alice..." I opened my chapped lips and breathed softly. My throat was as dry as fire, making my voice hoarse and trembling.
I opened my eyes suddenly when I heard the sound, and those beautiful silver eyes like stars made contact with my eyes, and then tears shone, revealing ecstatic eyes.
"Where's Carlot?" I held her hand and sat up with difficulty, feeling a little weak.
"He's gone." The little ghost wiped the corners of his eyes, leaned forward, and carefully held me steady.
"Then what? Where are we?" I was still a little confused. I turned my eyes slightly and realized that we seemed to be in a small oasis now.
"You fainted, so I brought you here to rest."
"You, carrying me?" I glanced at the little ghost in surprise, only to find that her face was a little pale and haggard.
"Yeah." She just nodded slightly. As if it were a trivial matter, I took the boiling water from the fire and poured it into the cup. Then she gently brought it to me, and every movement was like a wife caring for her husband meticulously.
"Thank you for your hard work, my little cutie." My heart seemed to be blocked by something. I was grateful and distressed at the same time. The little ghost was not very powerful to begin with, so it would be difficult for a grown man like me to carry him so far. It's very hard, and the most important thing is that her body is a ghost. Although it has solidified and is not afraid of the sun, being not afraid does not mean that I like it or that it does not hurt me. A scene like this appears in my mind - a petite figure with the scorching sun on his head, enduring Bearing the pain of being burned by the scorching sun, carrying a man who was twice as heavy as her, she clenched her teeth and staggered forward on the vast desert, dragging a long footprint behind her.
The little ghost didn't make a sound, biting his lip lightly. Bury your little head hard into my arms, it seems that you can find a place of peace of mind in this way.
I was surprised by the little ghost who suddenly became silent, which was completely different from the previous noise. Without thinking too much, I took a big sip of boiled water. The dry throat suddenly became moisturized.
The next moment, I discovered that it wasn't just my throat that was wet, there seemed to be a chill running through the clothes on my chest. Only then did I notice the abnormality of the little ghost. I quickly put down the water glass and lifted the little ghost in my arms.
"What appeared in front of me was a face with pear blossoms and raindrops, and red eyes with tears. There were also two small snots on the cute and cute Qiong's nose. The whole face looked wet, accompanied by That choked whimpering sound, like a four or five-year-old child crying, made people laugh and feel distressed at the same time.
"What's wrong, my baby, who is bullying you? Why are you crying all of a sudden?" I panicked and quickly held up her smooth face with both hands, gently wiping the snot and tears on her face with my thumbs.
"Oh Xiaofan, I...I'm so scared."
The little ghost choked with sobs, and then he threw himself into my arms. His two little hands were tightly wrapped around my back, and he wiped his nose and tears on me. In desperation, I could only hold him in my arms. She whispered soothingly in her ear. After a while, she calmed down, but her eyes were still as red as a rabbit, a cute little white rabbit.
"At that time, you lost a lot of blood." When asked why, the little ghost's face turned pale, and Xiaoqiong's nose twitched, and there were signs of throwing herself into my arms again, but she still held it back and gestured with her hands. He said with an exaggerated movement, his eyes full of fear and worry.
Blood? It was indeed an exaggeration at the time. I vaguely remembered that before I fainted, the blood I shed had even soaked the cracked sand. If it were an ordinary person, ten lives would not be enough to die.
"I was a blood bear back then, and my body was very big. That little blood wouldn't cost me my life." I explained word for word, hoping to eliminate the little ghost's inner uneasiness.
"What you don't know, what you don't know, is that there was really a lot of blood flowing all over the ground at that time, just like dad did at that time, I, I..." The little ghost shook his head, as if remembering some painful memories, Shaking his head in fear, he desperately grabbed the hem of my clothes and said, crystal tears kept sliding down his cheeks.
"Do you remember what happened before?" I put her into my arms pitifully, holding her tenderly. I felt the person in my arms nodding, and my hands couldn't help but hug her tighter, hoping that my own body temperature could keep her warm. Her cold body.
Just like dad's time?
I silently recalled the past of the little ghost, and a thrilling scene suddenly appeared in my mind - Alexander, covered in blood, protected his daughter, and the demons he would commit in the future were chopped at his feet, all over the ground. Blood and broken arms...
It probably stimulated her memories. Originally, it happened thousands of years ago and should have been forgotten, but the sight of her body covered in blood and the blood flowing all over the ground brought back the memories buried deep in her heart. rise.
"Don't be afraid, my little cutie, I'm fine, everything is over." All I could do was keep kissing the long moonlight hair. Constantly repairing the re-broken soul.
"Xiao Fan, don't leave me alone. You can't die. You absolutely can't die. I can't live without you. Even if I die, I won't let you go..." He murmured softly, and the delicate body in his arms gradually became heavier. , and finally let out even breathing sounds, but his two hands still hugged me tightly.
She must be exhausted, this little one, I hugged her lovingly, the wind began to rise in the desert at night. I pulled out a blanket from inside and wrapped myself and the little ghost tightly together---in order to restore the constant consumption of mental energy, the little ghost slept for at least half of the day. She was really exhausted today.
After the little ghost fell into a deep sleep, I moved my body slightly, changed my position, and then stared blankly at the bonfire. The flames were dancing as if they were alive, making the red charcoal fire crackling and cold. A place of warmth at night. Make people intoxicated.
Standing against Carrot, he lost, he was so convinced that he lost, even when he transformed into a blood bear, he was almost killed instantly. The difference in strength is really huge, I was surprised to find out. I didn't express any surprise at this result. Perhaps, I had already lost the moment I saw Carlot kill Basak with a stunning sword.
Is there really that much difference between my own strength and that of a real master? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but recall what Carrot said to me before I fainted - an attack that cannot cause damage to the enemy, and a defense that cannot resist the enemy's damage, no matter how powerful it is. All useless.
What exactly does Carrot want to express? Surprisingly, he didn't intend to kill me. So what exactly is this sentence trying to tell me? strength? I'm afraid not. With my current level of level 25, I don’t think anyone can do this to display this kind of strength.
It seems that it is necessary to sort out my own strength. Maybe I can find something. I just discovered now that I don’t have a clear idea of the strength I have now. If other adventurers know it, , I’m afraid I’ll laugh out loud.
First of all, I have no advantage in terms of attributes. Like other adventurers, I have five attribute points per level. However, my equipment is good, and with the recently acquired Horadric Cube, which has a total attribute of +13, I am bound to My attributes will be much higher than those of adventurers of the same level, probably equivalent to an adventurer of over thirty levels.
Secondly, in terms of equipment, to put it bluntly, I can almost collect a set of spare gold equipment now. In this regard, I am confident that adventurers in their thirties can’t compare to me. I have top-notch equipment all over my body. Let me not be inferior to high-level adventurers regardless of resistance, defense, attack, life and other attributes.
Again, skills, I don’t need to say more about this. My biggest capital, small bug protection, has improved all my druid skills by seven levels. Without it, I might still be a ten-level player now. Land, where are the third-rate job transfers who are struggling in a certain area of Camp Rogge.
Finally, there is this mysterious identity of the redeemer. In addition to allowing me to use other professional skills, according to the holy sword called Evelina, it also allows me to break the rules created by God.
The biggest benefit that the former brings to me is not just the second. Farah said that deepening the understanding of magic and moves through the ability to use other professional skills is its greatest role. I also fully agree with this, but It's a pity that my magic foundation is too weak. Even with such an unprecedented advantage, I still have no clue. I can now cast the Druid's first-level magic and the second-level Polar Storm instantly. The second-level magma boulder was originally stuck at a one-second bottleneck. After getting the Horadric Cube, I can now cast it almost instantly. Instantaneous. As for the third-level volcanic explosion and hurricane armor, the volcanic explosion has been reduced to 2 to 3 seconds through the bonus of blocks. If time passes, it can be shortened by about 1 second. The hurricane armor is already close to instantaneous. Kane's book and cube, I have no problem even if I don't go out of my way to practice.
As for the latter, not to mention, breaking the rules, the ability of pets to mutate has doubled my overall strength. I can further transform into a blood bear, and my strength has been improved by more than one level, even to Andariel. Angelesmon, who was so frightened, was almost eaten by me. If this is not called strong, then I really have nothing to say.
But, is this enough? After sorting out my own strength, a question popped up in my mind. There is no doubt that these strengths are not obtained through my own efforts. It would be any druid who would have all the abilities I mentioned above. Everyone can do better than me, but with so many advantages, I seem to be satisfied with these abilities. I often like to compare myself with those ordinary career changers, and then feel complacent about it. Thinking about it now, I feel like using my parents' money to compare with those ordinary people.
While reflecting on myself, I also discovered the shortcomings hidden under these powerful powers. First, combat skills, even with Kasha's hellish tonic, compared with those adventurers who have practiced hard for more than ten years, I still have a huge gap. But there is nothing that can be done about it. Who said that he is traveling through time with his body instead of possessing his soul?
Second point, as mentioned before, magic knowledge is too weak. As an adventurer, even a barbarian, some basic magic knowledge is necessary, but I know nothing about it. I have so many advantages in vain without knowing it. Utilizing it is simply a waste.
Point three. Although the blood bear transformation can increase my strength several times, for real masters, its shortcomings are still huge. The first disadvantage is physical exhaustion, if it is an enemy who knows everything about me. As long as it delays my transformation into a blood bear and consumes my strength, it can easily win. In addition to its huge side effects, it also has a shortcoming - the mismatch between strength and flexibility! It's not that the blood bear is not agile enough, but compared to the strength, the gap in agility is too big, even so big that it hinders the display of strength. What Carrot calls "attacks that cannot cause damage to the enemy" refers to Probably this is the shortcoming.
After figuring this out, I felt relieved. The shortcomings are not terrible. The most terrifying thing is to have shortcomings without knowing it. There is actually another meaning in Carrot's words. In addition to pointing out my shortcomings, he also made me realize that my own fighting style is too random. To put it simply, there is no style. Every adventurer has his own fighting style, and then follows this style. Style, choose the skills and fighting methods that suit you and continue to master them all the way. However, because you have mastered too many abilities, you have not yet found your own fighting style. If this state continues, you will only end up with " Everything is good, but everything is sparse."
Most of the shortcomings require time to change. For example, combat skills can be accumulated slowly through a large number of battles. As for magic knowledge, I can only spare more time to read the magic basics that Farah gave me. Although it is unfamiliar, But no matter how difficult it is, it can’t be more difficult than mathematics, physics and chemistry.
What gives me some headaches is the problem of the blood bear. Otherwise, the ratio of strength and agility is too disparate. If possible, I would like to balance the strength with agility. I would rather sacrifice the attack power to keep up with the body's flexibility. , the idea is good, but it is impossible to implement it.
How can I improve this shortcoming? My head is starting to hurt. The ground speed is lagging because of my huge body. How should I solve it?
Wait, an idea suddenly flashed in my mind. Isn't it because the body is too big? So can you try to shrink it a little bit? Hmm, it seems that the size of the blood bear is related to its strength. If you can shrink the body without suppressing too much power, you can only compress the energy in the body and change its density. This job is not as easy as saying it. To put it bluntly, it is no different from the difficulty of creating your own magic. If you are not careful, it may turn into playing with fire. It seems to be a long-term goal. You need to be cautious and consider the long-term.
Although most of the problems cannot be solved immediately, I still feel clear and clear in my heart since then, and I have a sense of openness, especially when I have found a way to improve the blood bear. Although I don’t know Whether it can be realized, but at least there is hope, and the short-term future direction has become clear. At this moment, many confusions lingering in my heart have been swept away. Although my body is weak, my mood is extremely happy.
Suppressing the urge to look up to the sky and scream, I lowered my head and kissed the little ghost's sleeping pretty face again and again until it was covered with saliva. The little ghost also made noises and frowned, as if because of my As if I had a nightmare due to her actions, I hugged her delicate body and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I no longer felt any discomfort in my body. Although I transformed into a blood bear, my energy was not consumed very much when I was killed by Carlot, so I just took a nap and replenished it, eh? Should I thank him?
Also recovering with me was our Holy Lady. Alice, who was sentimental last night, only had a good sleep before her original shape was revealed. The little ghost who was full of airs and had an unforgiving mouth appeared in front of me again.
"A twenty-five-level druid was defeated by a mere sixty-plus level paladin. It's embarrassing. It's really embarrassing. Don't say you are my slave when you go out on the street in the future. This saint cannot afford to embarrass this person."
"Please be absolutely rest assured. Even if you beat me to death, I would not say such a thing. If you can afford to embarrass this person, I cannot afford to embarrass him." I replied fiercely. Then again, what does it mean to be beaten by a mere six-year-old at level 25? Defeated at more than ten levels? Do you think this is a ranking system?
"Hmph, just give me another five years, no, three years is enough. I will definitely be able to defeat him by then and avenge my shame." Thanks to my thoughts last night, I am now extremely confident. Full of confidence in the future.
"You don't believe it? How about we make a bet." Seeing the little ghost become silent, I immediately felt like a cat being caught by the tail, almost opening my heart and saying: Amen, whoever believes in me will have eternal life.
"If you give me ten broken diamonds, I will believe you." A business smile appeared on the little ghost's face.
"You're such a snobbish guy." I glared at her, really wanting to see what the guy who taught her such virtues looked like.
"No, this is just a transaction of equal value. It is quite painful for a noble and pure person like this saint to speak without conscience. Of course, you have to pay some price."
After all, you are still sarcastic about me. I am angry from my heart, and evil is born from my courage. I screamed "Milk-Grabbing Dragon Claw", and my left hand skillfully removed her priest's robe. It went in under the hem, crossed her smooth thighs and slender waist, and then grabbed the pair of plump ones.
"Wow, bad guy, pervert." The little ghost who was unaware suddenly screamed, and only after I had taken advantage of him did he think of getting into the necklace.
Humph, this little pervert may have done it on purpose, I thought proudly as I smelled the lingering fragrance in my hand.
After Carrot's confusion, I no longer knew where I was. After walking for a few hours, looking at the sun gradually reaching above my head, I sighed helplessly and took out the teleportation scroll from the inventory. Just as he was about to open it, the lazy crow in the sky sent a message that there was someone ahead.
I was overjoyed and quickly put away the teleportation scroll and ran over. In the distance, a dozen figures appeared on the other side of the desert.
"Brothers, let me ask you something. Is the Temple of Death far from here?" This is a mercenary team. From a distance, I have already judged that the team of career changers cannot be so large. Only those with stronger strength can Only a weak mercenary team would form a dozen people to survive.
The leader was a desert warrior. He looked at Xiaoxue and me riding on him with surprised eyes. I don’t know when such a master appeared in the Western Kingdom again, and it seemed that he was still practicing alone. This world is indeed Hidden dragons and crouching tigers, I don’t know which one is more powerful between him and Lady Sharna, he thought with sigh, but he didn’t dare to neglect at all.
"Lord Druid, we're not far away, less than a hundred kilometers ahead." He returned respectfully.
"Oh?" Unexpectedly, the little ghost wandered around yesterday and got close by accident.
Thinking of this, I thanked them and was about to say goodbye to these kind mercenaries when the leading desert warrior suddenly stopped me...
