As the sun sets, a ragged old man walks out of the teleportation circle in Lugaoyin City.
After everyone saw it, they all took a few steps back as if they were wary of touching someone. The old man's gray robe was not only in tatters, but also stained with sandworm mucus. Although it was covered with a layer of sand, the spicy and pungent smell was still overbearing.
"Do you need any help?" A guard stepped forward to ask after seeing that the old man was a bit rickety and miserable.
"Oh, no, no, thank you!" The old man smiled and waved his hand.
He had torn open the teleportation scroll directly from the dark underground cave and came back. At this time, in the afterglow of the setting sun, he also noticed his embarrassed appearance. He recalled the experience of the past two days and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Even though the gray robe he wore was unremarkable, it was also an extended-level cloth armor made of special material, and its defensive power was not inferior to those of heavy armor.
It can be broken like this because the death beetles in the cave are too ferocious.
The old man's body was thin and rickety, but his steps were not slow. After leaving the teleportation station, he crossed the street and went straight to the Mages Guild.
"Huh? Come back...wait! Can you...can you wash up first..."
When Drognan saw Kane's miserable state, he didn't pay much attention, as if he was used to it, but when he smelled the smell that Kane brought in, he almost jumped up.
"Where have you been this time? You didn't even say hello."
"Some time ago, old man Lysander used potion to remove some of the dirt inside the metal pattern of Horadric's Staff, and restored part of the magic circle. Unexpectedly, he reacted to the existence of the staff. I set out that night, following the The head of the staff guided me all the way to the oasis."
As Kane spoke, he pulled out a long stick wrapped with various unknown objects. It looked like a cane that a tribal witch doctor never left behind, and it was even a little bent.
"This is... the staff of Horadric's staff?" Drognan took out a handkerchief, wrapped it around the long staff, picked it up and looked at it.
It seems that this old man is a bit of a germaphobe. No wonder Mo Bei dumped the body on his new carpet before, which made him depressed.
"It used to be, but I don't know what it has been through..." Kane smiled helplessly, walked to the shelf with the copper basin in the corner, picked up the water jug on the ground, and poured some into the copper basin. He drank some water and rubbed his face, which made Zhuo Genan feel confused again.
"Where did you find this thing?" Zhuo Genan asked again, because the stick was still sticky and smelly.
"Found inside a giant sandworm mother..."
"Didn't you say that this is no longer important? Why did you find it there?" Zhuo Genan curled his lips when he heard this, and directly propped the stick against the wall, not wanting to touch it again.
"I thought I could find some other clues, but I didn't expect that I fell directly into the sandworm's lair..."
"..."
The next morning, Mo Bei turned over and sat up when the first ray of sunlight fell on his face. Apart from being a little hungry, he felt that his mental strength had almost recovered.
He immediately wanted to take out the Horadric Cube and continue synthesizing it. It's like getting a bag that keeps taking out gold coins, and you can't stop at all.
In my dream last night, I kept synthesizing various gems and equipment, which made me laugh out loud.
But after thinking about it, he still held it back forcibly. He was feeling lethargic this early in the morning, which might be misunderstood.
It’s better to wait until night to do this kind of thing.
As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the aroma of food. Milor had already prepared breakfast.
When I walked to the table, I saw it was egg pancakes. There are no spring onions here, but thyme and sea salt are added to the pancakes. The smell makes people excited, and they immediately sit down and start eating.
There was a flash of lightning across the dining table, and Perona appeared out of thin air in a nightgown. She sat on a chair and swung her legs, rolled up a pancake with a fork and put it in her mouth.
The unsuspecting Mo Bei was startled by Perona's sudden appearance. He beat his chest, took another sip of water, swallowed the food stuck in his chest, and then said:
"You are not allowed to use teleportation to float around in the house from now on!"
Perona's cheeks were bulging and she didn't answer. She just stared at the remaining pancake on Mo Bei's plate.
Mo Bei felt bad, and immediately wanted to protect it with his hands, but the pancake disappeared out of thin air, and Perona who was sitting opposite had also been teleported to an unknown location, including the person and the plate.
Looking at his empty plate, he felt depressed.
This dwarf, the transmission interval has been shortened a lot. . .
And it can also be used together with telekinesis.
He remembered that when Perona first learned to teleport, even with the equipment's fast casting bonus, the interval was more than fifteen seconds.
Now she is only wearing a nightgown, and the interval between two teleportations is less than eight seconds, and she doesn't know if this is her limit.
He smacked his lips, feeling that he still had some unfinished thoughts, so he turned to look at Milor and said:
"You take care of her!"
Milor pursed his lips and smiled, saying that there was nothing he could do, and stood up to go to the kitchen to fry him another portion.
"Hey, don't bother. I'm almost full. I'm going to send the equipment for repair first." Seeing this, Mo Bei waved his hand and stood up to leave.
"Can we go to that street together?" Milor looked at him expectantly.
"Yeah! Of course, then... I'll wait for you in the yard." Mo Bei sweated. He had said before that he would take them to a neighborhood with a lot of clothes and snacks, but he really forgot about it. He said in his heart that women really have an unforgettable memory of shopping.
Walking to the yard, he took out his training dagger, held it in his left hand, and held a shield in his right hand, and began to practice wind and thunder against the wooden stakes.
He felt that if he could become more comfortable with the left-hand sword, he might be able to achieve further breakthroughs in dual-wielding combat.
After several attempts, it still feels stumbling and sloppy, and even the enthusiastic cuts are not very smooth.
Mo Bei sighed, feeling that he still had to find a barbarian who specialized in dual-wielding to discuss it, even an assassin. Although they could only dual-wield assassin-specific weapons, they should have a lot of experience.
It would be better if he could find those senior Paladins who have understood dual-wielding and ask for advice. He felt that there should be many such masters among high-level job changers.
It's just that human beings are now facing a very helpless situation. Job transferees rushed to Harrogath and Demon Fortress one after another, but very few high-level teams had the opportunity to return to their hometowns, and it was even more impossible to stay and guide newcomers.
Even training camp instructors like Renault are always eager to return to Lugoin or Kurast and rejoin the battlefield.
Humanity's high-end combat power is stretched thin, making the more elite the team, the more inseparable it is from the front line. This resulted in the human combat heritage being too weak, making it very difficult for newcomers to grow and make breakthroughs, and the frontline combat power could not be greatly supplemented.
The Mages Guild is already planning to send the fragments of the World Stone from Rogge Camp to Lugaoin to break this desperate cycle as soon as possible. Perhaps, there will be a day when humans will really counterattack Hell.
However, there are completely different operating principles between the teleportation circle and the teleportation gate, and they rejected the plan to mobilize troops and escort the fragments of the World Stone across the Aranok Desert.
At present, we can only study day and night how to overlap two ultra-long-distance spaces and directly launch a portal in Lu Gaoyin and Rogge camps. However, this research seems to be a bit out of reach at present. . .
