"Then...am I going to cum?" Milor held the Ring of Withering and looked hesitant.
"Shoot!" Mo Bei was blindfolded, holding the most common weapon and shield, wearing coarse cloth, and raised the dagger in his hand towards Perona.
"..."
"stretch!"
"ah!"
As soon as the bowstring sounded, a magic arrow crashed into the side of Mo Bei's thigh, and the sound of the second arrow was covered up by his scream and crashed into his shoulder.
Milor shot five arrows in a row and hit five hits.
Mo Bei took off the black cloth from his head and looked at the courtyard wall facing him, speechless and choked.
The courtyard wall and the sea breeze affected his judgment. From the beginning, he was standing in the wrong direction, and then naturally he became more and more wrong.
"Come again!"
The purification aura quickly restores full health and switches to the concentration aura. He covered his eyes again and spun around in circles. He waited intently for Milor to fire his bow.
As the bowstring vibrated, Mo Bei's shield was thrown out subconsciously, but it just missed the magic arrow. Under the powerful impact, there was a colic in his stomach that made blood surge to the top.
Trying not to let out a muffled groan, the sound of the bowstring was heard again, and the dagger was swung out in response, and he felt the force coming from his hand.
"Hit the sweep!" Mo Bei was delighted.
However, the invisible substance of the magic arrow, whose power was slightly dissipated, still collapsed under his ribs.
Hitting two arrows in a row greatly affected his senses, and he naturally took the next three arrows as ordered.
Although Milor only held a bow, she did not let go at all. Each arrow was the maximum damage she could cause.
Mo Bei felt that he had not felt this kind of pain for a long time. He was attacked head-on without any armor, and there was no adrenaline to relieve the pain, which even made him slightly dizzy.
In the fierce battles in the past, even if his body was penetrated and his bones were broken, as long as the enemy did not fall first, the pain would not shake his will.
Perona stood aside, seemingly doing nothing, but she was using telekinesis to roll up two large pebbles from the ground at the same time, spiraling around her quickly, and then colliding together behind her. It shattered with a "snap".
Even with her mental strength, fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead after several successful collisions.
On the third try, Mo Bei finally succeeded in blocking two magic arrows with his shield, but the third arrow made a mistake in judgment due to emotional fluctuations.
In the spacious courtyard, the sounds of bowstrings and the shattering of magic arrows became increasingly dense.
Milor's shooting speed also continued to increase, from five consecutive arrows at the beginning to ten consecutive arrows. Even when Mo Bei was beaten to his knees, she continued shooting with a solemn expression.
This was Mo Bei's own request. The almost cruel training had left his coarse clothes in tatters and stained with blood.
The continuous blocking overwhelmed the ordinary round shield in his hand, and the metal shield cracked. On the opposite side, there were still continuous sounds of bowstrings, and Mo Bei could only flash back and forth with all his strength to avoid the attack.
But Milor knew his dodge trajectory very well, and he hit seven arrows in a row, almost knocking the wind out of Mo Bei.
"You...you really don't hold back at all..." Mo Bei lay on the ground and almost burst into tears.
"No...Is it okay..." Milor looked at him awkwardly, and then shot the last arrow of this training group with a look of unbearableness.
"ah!"
In one morning, Mo Bei was able to block nearly half of the magic arrows shot by Milor in a row of 15 arrows. But no matter how much he improved in this kind of training, he could never keep up with the increase in Milor's attack intensity.
So he couldn't count how many arrows he had received all morning, and he was a little confused. The shield was also cracked at this time, so he simply took a rest.
The way of civil and military affairs is relaxed and relaxed. His senses were numb, and changing his shield and practicing again would not be effective.
After resting for a while, Mo Bei wanted to try to dodge Perona's spell attack again.
"Okay, come on!" After covering his eyes, he waved the shield at Perona.
With a blazing spark in her hand, Perona took a step to the right. When her step landed, there was a flash of lightning, and she appeared silently behind Mo Bei. The spark in her hand suddenly condensed into a ball of fire, covering it. On the back of Mo Bei's head.
Mo Bei pounced directly.
The little dwarf was still brooding over the fact that he went to the Hot Wind Kiss tavern alone. . . . .
It was getting dark, and the three of them sat around the dining table.
Milor's face almost turned red when he looked at Mo Bei's newly shaved head.
Mo Bei glanced at Perona, who was eating and drinking as usual, and felt bitter for a while.
It was said to be training, but the back of his head was blown bald when he came up. It was simply abominable!
. . . . . . . . .
Two days later, with a small steel helmet on his head and ordinary leather armor, Mo Bei got on a joyful animal-drawn cart and rode all the way to the craftsman's area.
Farah looked at Mo Bei's sudden change in style and was a little puzzled.
"Today...why are you dressed like this?"
"It's a long story..." Mo Bei waved his hands sadly, not wanting to say it.
Farah didn't care and took out the spotless equipment one by one and placed them on the table.
Mo Bei emphatically picked up the Divine Language Helmet and looked at it.
Level 13 Shadow Cloak
He smacked his lips, this is a full 2,000 gold coins. How can you afford so many gold coins without killing a few guys from the Wizarding Guild!
He forgot that the money for recharging was also paid for by the equipment stolen from others.
In fact, he didn't spend a penny.
There are no problems with other equipment. Farah's blacksmith level is still much higher than Qiaxi before the Hammer of the God of Craftsman, and Lu Gaoyin's materials are also more complete than Rogge's camp.
I don’t know how much the overall equipment level of Camp Rogge has improved now.
After getting the equipment, he walked across the block again to see how well Aguirre's car was being built.
"Go, go, stay out of the way, you rookie."
Mo Bei turned sideways while walking in the alley. He was about to pass by a job changer, but he was elbowed into the wall by the other person.
"What am I doing?"
He couldn't bear this grievance!
"Wait a minute!" Mo Bei called out to the job transferee, but the other person just glanced at him sideways and simply didn't take him seriously and continued to move forward.
"Stop!" Mo Bei stepped on the sacred ice and enveloped him.
The force of the biting ice struck the man, and a burst of frost flowers flew around.
The other party was shocked, turned around immediately, and glared at Mo Bei.
"Who are you calling a rookie? Is this road not enough for you?"
Mo Bei was about to argue with the other person, but that person directly showed his giant sword with two hands and slashed down.
Even under the influence of the holy ice, the speed of the slash was extremely fast, it was the concentration of the barbarian!
This guy, like Navi, is a barbarian who changed jobs the day after tomorrow.
Mo Bei tilted his shoulder, and the tip of the sword cut through the leather armor without damaging the flesh. The giant sword was brought back instantly, and then it was pointed straight at his abdomen with a stab.
But at this time, a wide shield had appeared in Mo Bei's hand, the guardian of the elves!
The giant sword deflected past the shield. Although the shield was made of wood, it was as hard as metal, leaving only a thin scratch.
Mo Bei didn't even show his weapon. He pressed his right hand on his left arm and launched a heavy shield blow with both hands.
This heavy blow hit the opponent firmly, knocking him against the wall. The wall was obviously dented and he was almost penetrated.
The alleyway was narrow and the giant sword could not sweep across it. The man could only lift the sword pier and hit Mo Bei's cheek.
The broad shield was raised slightly to cover his face, and then he struck hard again, causing the opponent to stumble a few steps towards the other end of the alley.
The giant sword spun around and slashed down again. The shield in Mo Bei's hand was raised, and he pushed the upper edge of the shield with his right hand, as if he was holding a huge sword with a wide blade and no edge and thrust forward.
The opponent's neck was hit by the sharp edge of the shield. Severe pain and suffocation rushed to his brain at the same time. The slash of the giant sword only landed on the shield, and the whole person fell out of the alleyway.
Mo Bei rushed forward two more steps, and with a flick of his hand, he swung a blessing hammer up and down on the opponent's high-end helmet, knocking him unconscious on the spot.
Step forward and pick up the giant sword on the ground.
Blood Cleaver
Greatsword
Hand damage: 26-48
Durability: 45-50
Requires Agility: 34
Strength required: 56
Required level: 18
Sword Level - Fast Attack Speed
+63% enhanced damage
+79 attack accuracy
6% health and stolen on hit
Prevent monsters from healing themselves
"The weapons are just mediocre, what's so arrogant about them! They've been confiscated!"
Mo Bei directly carried the giant sword, leaving behind his unconscious opponent and the confused crowd around him, and walked away.
