"Drip..."Root of Corrosion" is complete!"

"Reward" ??? "!"

The sound that popped up in his head made Dick, who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, take a deep breath, he moved his arms, looked at the small black box that appeared in the palm of his hand, shook his head, and clicked on it casually, a green crystal appeared in the palm of his hand, which was full of viscous liquid, Dick threw it into the rucksack full of debris, turned around and jumped from the trunk of the tree that was not too high. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The paladin is clearly not in the north now, as evidenced by the warm climate and pleasant winds, and the surrounding dark sky and light seem to indicate that it is night. Actually, no, there is no difference between night and day in this special forest.

Dick looked up at the sky, the dark canopy of the same color, but he could feel that the reason for the formation of the dark canopy here and the way the dark magic operated were different from those in the northern frontier, and even different from those in the Ghost Land.

This is the southern part of the Eastern Continent, the hinterland of the Storm Kingdom, and it used to be known as the rich land of the Sunshine Forest, but since the 21st year of the Dark Gate, it has been covered by a dark canopy, and even in the darkness, there are dark monsters that terrify the farmers on the farm, and even in the Raven Ridge Necropolis, there are people who have found traces of the undead more than once!

Oh my God, isn't that a distant legend that only exists in the north? How can such a monster appear in the south?

The king of the Stormwind Kingdom, the son of King Lyne who died in the assassination of the First Orc War, Varian-Ureon has been in charge of politics for a long time, but the regent Duke of Berval was the first to take charge of what is now known as the "Twilight Forest" A large number of soldiers, commanded by Duke Aberlock, who had lived here for generations, were heavily armed and gave the farmers who had been plagued by darkness the courage to continue farming, but truth be told, no one knew how far the situation would deteriorate in the years to come.

Only Dick knows!

But for now, the chaos had nothing to do with him, or rather, Dick felt that he was too weak to do so, and he strode through the secluded dark forest with his tomahawk wrapped in coarse cloth on his back, occasionally watching the daring traveler from afar with one or two black timberwolves, but because of the beast's natural sense of danger, they did not attack, but quietly departed.

The paladin came here to have something to do, otherwise he would not have let Liadline take 300 paladins to danger at all, but there was no way, at the moment the entire Theramore was short of manpower, and the first expeditionary force, that is, after the retreat of Silver Dawn from the chaotic battlefield of Mount Hyjal, the eldest princess of Kalia divided most of the soldiers into the country's administrative system, and it was already the limit to be able to mobilize 300 paladins to return to the northern frontier.

Even Miss Gianna, who wanted to go out with Dick to "travel", was forced to stay in distant Kalimdor because of complicated affairs, and in the end, Dick was the only one who traveled all the way from the Valley of Thorns to the Twilight Forest on the merchant ships of the goblins.

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

Of course, the least fortunate is the pale blue flame rose that Dick stuck in the collar of his clothes, this flower is very strange, although it burns incessantly, it does not burn the skin, and does not even ignite the clothes, and it is used for lighting, which is very good.

His destination was clear, not the town of Night or the farms in the southern part of the bustling Twilight Forest, but the north, which is now the most famous, the Raven Ridge Necropolis where the undead were said to have appeared, and where he was looking for someone, someone he had made a promise.

If you look closely, every time Dick raises his hand, a small golden warhammer pendant is thrown from his wrist, as if it has a consciousness of its own, like a little girl jumping back and forth.

"Dick, Dick, Dick, what the hell are you looking for? There's nothing in this place!"

Compared with before, Avena's voice was more mature and less immature, from a baby voice to a girl's tone, in fact, Dick could probably guess that after Avena and the fire of justice were completely fused, this little girl should have grown a little.

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

"Flame of Justice, Blessing of Avena"

"Dark Gold-Infusion"

"Burn Holy Light with equal damage to all attacks. ”

"Gives the user a 15% reduction in damage to all spells. ”

"When attacking, there is a 40% chance to trigger the Holy Light Unsheath. ”

"When attacking, there is a 10% chance to stack divine power for the user up to the current tier power threshold. ”

"When attacking, Sun Spirit has 20% Fire Attack on it. ”

"Anvina's Song: Increases all resistances by 150"

"Avena's Hand: Precise Return, Super ** Attack, Advanced Armor Piercing, Form Transformation"

"Explanation: The light will not be extinguished, and justice will not be extinguished!"

"Description: People have grown up! Lalalala--- Anvina - Tige"

Although the triggered "Avena's Healing" attribute was replaced with fire damage, the super additional effect of "Avena's Hand" and the greatly increased chance of all additional skills made the artifact Warhammer more than a notch more than a notch more useful, making its artifact status more and more prominent.

But with so many advantages, the disadvantages are not without them.

The "form transformation" that Anvena promised before now looks like a big hole, the normal form of the warhammer is as big as the bracelet pendant, and only by injecting holy energy can the warhammer return to its normal weapon size, and it requires a lot of holy energy, so Dick can't change the warhammer back to be a combat weapon for the time being.

It can only be used as a killer weapon, but when used in conjunction with the new skills he has obtained, Dick's threat has increased instead of decreasing!

"It's pretty desolate!"

Dick responded to Avena's words, turned his head to look at the darkness behind him, just now there was a swift black shadow rushing behind him, although he didn't know what it was, but it was definitely not a beast, at a glance, Dick had already seen the slender size of the creature, and the humanoid body.

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

Dick shook his head and continued to turn and walk towards the darkness of the north, joking with Anvina as he went.

"Huh, bad guys, people don't sing!"

"You can't sing, right?"

"Hate, hate, hate! People ignore you!"

A hearty laugh rang out in the dark forest, and as Dick disappeared into the darkness, a tall, wild black shadow stood up on the hill not far behind him, its slender wolf sniff the air, and the residual breath of holy light made it seem to smell something bad.

After several snorts, the wolf-like thing took one last look at the place where Dick had disappeared, and with the strength of his slender legs, the whole person disappeared into the dark curtain like a passing shadow, as if it had never appeared.

On the other side, deep in the Crow Ridge Necropolis, the grave keeper's hut is dimly lit and looks like it could go out at any moment, but in today's twilight forest, a little light often means safety and warmth, and enough place to rest.

Although it is called a necropolis, there is actually a small settlement and even an inn, but there is no need to think about how good it can be.

The grave keeper who lived here was named Abel Crombie, a middle-aged man in his 40s, who lived in this hut with his wife Eliza, who was poor but content, and the two of them were very affectionate.

At this point in time, it was already close to dusk, and Abel was sewing a leather coat with a needle in the dim light, and his expression was very serious, while his wife was preparing a simple meal in the back room, and a child in a strange robe was sitting upright opposite Abel, as if waiting for something.

If you look closely, this child's appearance is not quite the same as that of ordinary children, his skin is dark yellow, shining with a different luster in the light, the eyes of his eyes are strange silvery-white, and the most conspicuous thing is his hair, which is definitely a rare lilac in humans, and this is about a teenager's chin, and there are small tentacles that are constantly shaking.

It sounds scary, but in fact, when you actually see it, you will even think that these beard-like tentacles are very... Well, cute.

While waiting for the leather coat to be sewn, the child sat quietly in a chair, holding a thick hardcover book on his legs, which was completely decorated in a style that did not match the child's shabby clothes, because anyone with the slightest insight would understand that this was definitely a rare magic book.

In the royal auction house of Stormwind City, this book can be sold for at least a high price of thousands of gold coins!

"Madian, why haven't you seen your uncle come out to collect medicine lately?"

Abel bit off the last silk thread with his teeth, took the clothes in his hand and looked at them with satisfaction, and asked while helping the child fold the clothes,

"I still want to buy more of the last medicine, thanks to him, Eliza's illness is much better!"

The child who put away the magic book smiled and stretched out his left hand behind his back, and with a strange gesture of his fingers, a small bottle of purple medicinal wine appeared in his palm, he took the sewn leather coat and handed the medicinal wine to the surprised Abel.

"Uncle hasn't been feeling well lately, so it's going to be warmer when he comes out to collect medicine again!

The child retracted the book into the bag around his waist and placed the clothes in another bag, responding politely.

"I'll go first, Uncle Abel!"

The sensible child carefully pulled up the face covering around his neck, and Abel's wife Eliza walked out of the back room quickly, stuffed two boiled eggs into Madian's hands, carefully helped him arrange the face covering most of his face, and then kissed Madian's head lightly.

"Bless you and your uncle, Meddian, and remember to come over for dinner next weekend, for Aunt Eliza will make you your favorite sea bass soup! ”

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

"Dada!"

Abel stood up as he peeled off the baked potatoes, muttering in his mouth,

"At this time, who else will come to my door?"

As he spoke, he was about to open the door, but Madian's expression suddenly changed, and when he was about to stop Abel, the loyal and honest grave keeper had already opened the door.

Then I saw that in the endless darkness, a blue light faintly illuminated the visitor's face, and the tall and strong figure was a head taller than Abel's, and judging from the "stick" wrapped in coarse cloth sticking out of this guy's back, this guy was definitely not a good man!

Abel couldn't help but take a step back, and Madion reached out nervously to hold the small wand inserted in his belt, instinctively telling him that this person was coming for him.

"Uh... Is this Abelcrombie's house? I'm looking for a couple of people who live in seclusion in this neighborhood, and that kid is called Madian... Oh, those eyes, let me guess, Wheat Dean, is that you?"