Chapter 145

"Drop... Root of corrosion" complete

"Reward"?? "!"

The sound in his mind made Dick take a deep breath. He moved his arms and looked at the small black box in his palm. He shook his head and opened it. A green crystal appeared in his palm, which was full of viscous liquid. Dick threw it into his backpack full of sundries, Turn around and jump down from the never too high trunk.

The paladin is obviously not in Northern Xinjiang now. The warm climate and pleasant wind prove this. The dark sky and light around it seem to indicate that it is night here. In fact, it is not. There is no difference between night and day in this special forest.

Dick looked up at the sky and saw the dark sky curtain of the same color, but he could feel that the reason for the formation of the dark sky curtain and the way the dark magic works here are different from those in Northern Xinjiang, and even different from those in the land of ghosts. According to the game data of later generations, the dark sky curtain here should be formed naturally, The reason is closely related to the abandoned mage takarazan who is not far from here.

This is the southern part of the east continent, the hinterland of storm Kingdom, once known as the fertile land of sunshine forest. But since the 21st year of dark gate, it has been covered by the dark sky. Even in the dark, there are dark monsters that frighten the farmers. Even in wuyaling cemetery, there are more than one trace of the dead!

Oh, my God! Undead, isn't that a remote legend that only exists in Northern Xinjiang? How come there are such monsters in the south?

Varian Urien, the king of storm Kingdom and the son of former king Ryan, who died in the first Orc war, has been in charge of politics for a long time, but the Regent Prince boval sent a large group of soldiers to this place now known as "Twilight forest" for the first time. They were led by the Duke of eberlock, who had lived here for generations, It gives the farmers who are troubled by the darkness the courage to continue farming, but to be honest, no one knows how much worse the situation here will be in the next few years.

Only Dick knows!

But at the moment, these chaotic things have nothing to do with him. In other words, Dick feels that he has more heart than strength. He carries a Tomahawk wrapped in coarse cloth and strides forward in the quiet dark forest. Occasionally, one or two black coyotes are watching the bold traveler from a distance. However, due to the natural perception of danger, the beasts do not attack, But quietly left again.

Paladins have something to do when they come here. Otherwise, they will not let lyadeline take 300 paladins to danger. But there is no way. At present, the whole selamo is short of manpower. After the first expedition, silver dawn, retreated from the chaotic battlefield of Mount Hyjal, Princess carliya divided most of the soldiers into the administrative system of the country, It's the limit to mobilize 300 paladins to return to northern Xinjiang.

Even miss Gianna, who wants to travel with Dick, has to stay in Kalimdor because of the complicated affairs. Finally, Dick is the only one who takes the merchant ship of goblins to travel all the way from the thorn Valley to the twilight forest.

Walking in the dark is not a comfortable thing, but the dark can not stop Dick's progress. The power of the Dragon changes not only his strength and agility, but also some functions of his body, such as eyes, such as dark vision.

Of course, the worst is the pale blue flame rose that dick inserted on the collar of his clothes. This flower is very strange. Although it keeps burning for a moment, it won't burn the skin or even light the clothes for lighting. It can't be better.

His destination is very clear. It's not the night Town in the south of the bustling Twilight forest or those farms, but the northern part where people are now turning pale. To be exact, it's the crow ridge cemetery where the spirits of the dead are said to have appeared. He wants to find someone there, someone who has carried his promise.

If you look carefully, every time Dick raises his hand, a small golden hammer pendant will be thrown from his wrist. It seems that he has his own consciousness, just like a little girl jumping back and forth.

"Dick! Dick! Dick! What are you looking for? There's nothing in this damn place! "

Compared with before, anweina's voice is more mature and less tender. It has changed from a baby voice to a girl's voice. In fact, Dick can probably guess that after anweina and the fire of justice are fully integrated, the little girl should have grown up.

This can be seen from the current nature of the fire of justice.

"The fire of justice, the blessing of anweina"

"Hidden gold - Zhuling"

"Gives all attacks the same burn of light."

"Gives the user a 15% reduction in all spell damage."

"When attacking, you have a 40% chance to trigger the holy light to come out of the sheath."

"When attacking, you have a 10% chance to stack holy power for the user up to the current level power threshold."

"When attacking, spirit of the sun adds 20% fire attack."

"Song of anvena: all resistances increased by 150 points"

"Anweina's hand: precision return, super attack, advanced armor breaking, form conversion"

"Explanation: the light does not extinguish, justice does not extinguish!"

"Explanation: they have grown up! La la la--- "Anweina Tigo"

Although the triggered "healing of anvena" attribute was replaced with fire damage, the super additional effect of "anvena's hand" and the chance of all additional skills were greatly improved, which made the utility of the artifact Warhammer more than one level higher, making its artifact identity more and more significant.

But there are so many advantages and disadvantages.

The "transformation of form" that anweina promised before now looks like a big pit. The hammer in ordinary form is as big as the bracelet pendant. Only by injecting holy energy can the hammer return to its normal weapon size, and it needs a lot of holy energy, so Dick can't change the hammer back to be a combat weapon for the time being.

It can only be used as an assassin's mace, but with the use of his new skills, Dick's threat will rise instead of falling!

"It's quite desolate!"

In response to anweina's words, Dick turned to look at the darkness behind him. Just now, a quick shadow ran past him. Although he didn't know what it was, it was definitely not a beast. At a glance, Dick had seen the slender body of the creature and the human like body.

"Why don't you sing me a song?"

Dick shook his head, continued to turn, and walked toward the darkness of the north, joking with anvena as he walked.

"Well! bad guy! They don't sing! "

"Can't you sing? Ha ha ha ha

"I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I'm ignoring you! "

Hearty laughter spread far away in the dark forest. When Dick disappeared in the dark, on the hill not far behind him, a tall and wild black shadow stood up, its slender wolf's kiss sniffed the air, and the residual aura of holy light made it seem to smell something bad.

After several loud noses, the wolf like thing finally looked at the place where Dick had disappeared. His slender legs forced him hard. The whole person disappeared in the dark curtain like a passing shadow, as if it had never appeared.

On the other side, in the depth of the crow ridge cemetery, the light in the tomb keeper's cabin is dim, and it seems that it may go out at any time. But in today's Twilight forest, this little light often means safety and warmth, as well as a place for rest.

Although it is called the graveyard, there is actually a small residential area and even a hotel. However, the business is not so good.

The tomb keeper here is Abel Crombie, a middle-aged man in his 40s. He and his wife Eliza live in this hut. Although they are poor, they are very contented, and they love each other very much.

The time of the meeting was approaching dusk. Abel was sewing a leather coat with a needle in the dim light. His wife was preparing a simple meal in the inner room. A child in a strange robe sat upright opposite Abel, as if waiting for something.

If you look carefully, the child's appearance is different from that of ordinary children. His skin is dark yellow, shining with different luster under the light. The eyes of his eyes are strange silver white, and the most prominent one is his hair, which is absolutely a rare light purple color in human beings. Moreover, there are small swaying tentacles on the chin of this teenager.

It sounds terrible, but in fact, when you really see it, you may even think these whiskers are very... Mmm, cute.

While waiting for the leather coat to be sewn, the child sat quietly in a chair, holding a thick hard book on his legs. The decorative style of the book is completely inconsistent with the old clothes on the child, because anyone with a little knowledge will understand that it is absolutely a rare magic book.

Put in the Royal auction house of storm City, this book can sell thousands of gold coins at least!

"Madian, why hasn't your uncle come out to collect medicine recently?"

Abel bit off the last thread with his teeth. He took the clothes in his hand and looked at them. He helped the child fold the clothes and asked,

"I'd like to buy more wine from last time. Thanks to him, Eliza is much better!"

The child who put away the magic book put his left hand behind him with a smile and made a strange gesture with his fingers. A small bottle of purple wine appeared in his palm. He took the sewn leather coat and handed the wine to the surprise Abel.

"Uncle is not feeling well recently, so if you come out to collect medicine, it will be warmer! Look, your skill is still so good! "

The child took the book back into the bag at his waist and put his clothes in another bag. He responded politely.

"I'll go first, uncle Abel!"

The sensible child carefully covered his face around his neck. Eliza, Abel's wife, quickly walked out of the inner room, put two boiled eggs into Madian's hands, carefully arranged the cloth covering most of his face, and then gave him a kiss on the top of Madian's head.

"Wish you and your uncle, Madian, remember to come to dinner next weekend. Aunt Eliza will make your favorite bass Soup for you! Go back quickly, so that your uncle won't worry, little man. "

Madian nodded shyly, but just as he was about to go out, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Da! Dada

Abel stood up and muttered as he peeled the baked potatoes,

"Who else will come to visit me at this time?"

He said that he was about to open the door, but Madian's face suddenly changed. Just as he was about to stop Abel, the honest and honest tomb keeper had already opened the door.

Then, in the endless darkness, a blue light lit up the visitor's face. The tall and strong figure was a head higher than Abel's, and from the stick wrapped in coarse cloth that stretched out from the guy's back, this guy was definitely not a good guy!

Abel can't help but step back. Madian nervously reaches out and holds the wand on his belt. Instinctively, he tells him that this man is coming for him.

"Er... Is this Abel Crombie's house? I'm looking for a couple of people who live in seclusion around here. The child's name is Madian. Oh, these eyes. Let me guess. Madian, is that you? "