Take poisoning, for example.

In general, it is not easy to be poisoned, but it represents a slight increase in resistance, and most of the Warcraft have more or less this attribute, which is not rare at all. Even the troll laborers raised by the mountain fort can eat some food that is harmful to humans as if nothing happened.

At the level of the dragon, the so-called poisons of mortals, such as belladonna and strychnine, are no longer a mortal threat to them, and they are worthy of the evaluation of "poison resistance is amazing".

The more high-level Warcraft it is, the better its abilities tend to be.

But in front of the Silver Giant, the poison resistance attribute itself is a joke.

Absolutely not poisoned, powerful is "absolutely" - this means: even if they can let go of the dragon's worldly poison, they can drink it as a liquor spring without changing the color of their faces, even if they can destroy the bone-eating medicine of the common people, they can swallow it as a jelly bean and act as usual!

This is more than a simple word "handsome".

At that point, it is no longer something that can be achieved by stacking poison resistance alone, but is more akin to the embodiment of a "rule", which in a way can almost represent the ultimate achievement of magic!

"Why, isn't the name of a high-ranking giant entirely based on his origin?" said Grand Chief Setos with a thumbs up to himself, his face seven uneven and eight angry.

"It's me who is shallow. "Richard is also very cheerful.

"Then do you know what the Golden Son's talent spell is?" the Bald Iron Giant asked in a mysterious whisper, lowering his head.

"I don't know. "Lord Lord, this is really a beloved seller.

He quietly stepped back a few yards, for the big man leaned over like a dark cloud, obscuring the sun alive. And the voice deliberately suppressed by the other party in order to create a sense of mystery was loud enough to serve as a bell for the monastery.

"I've never heard of a saying that the volume of gold wears out 1,400 percent a year, which is called 'wear and tear'. The gold turns into dust, flies and flutters, becomes a tiny powder that can be inhaled and exhaled, and weighs on the conscience like a burden, reacting with the soul, making it arrogant and murderous. Chief Setos said, snapping his black toes between his fingers like beams.

Richard looked at him speechlessly, this sentence seemed to be catching up with the trend among literary young people now, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't find any literary bacteria from this face.

This phrase was originally used to describe the son of gold. Chief Setos put his finger under his nose and sniffed, his expression suddenly painful and joyful, "The Children of Gold have a lifespan of fourteen hundred years, and their natural spell is to unleash a powerful psychic corrosion at the cost of sacrificing a year's lifespan. ”

"That's right. "Lord Lord, this talent is enough to think about it.

For any race, lifespan is a precious resource that cannot be renewed, and the idea of time crowdfunding is completely useless.

No one is willing to live and die easily, if it can be exchanged for a powerful plastic energy spell, it will be fine, but it is a "soft" effect such as spiritual corrosion.

Where can you compare to the incomparably affordable passive skills of the Silver Friend and the Iron King, they are all useful for life at zero cost.

"Don't take it seriously, in those days, this was recognized as the strongest talent among the three high-ranking giants, and there was no one. Chief Setos seemed to see Richard's disdain, and his eyes widened.

The description of "eyes bigger than lanterns" is an exaggeration for others, but it is extremely realistic for him.

Being stared at with such a "bright" gaze, Richard suddenly felt a lot of pressure, and immediately put away his disdain and sat upright.

"The 'Soul Torture' issued by the Son of Gold, except that we, the Iron King, can cancel each other out with our own talents, and will not be affected. No matter how strong the other races are, no matter how strong the deep demon resistance is, it will definitely not be able to completely resist it, and it is claimed that even the true gods can be corrupted for at least a moment. ”

"I see. Richard nodded convincingly, for the first time he had heard that there was no such thing as an exemption.

No wonder Chief Setos dared to say that "the talents of the three high-ranking giants are not comparable to those of the Titans", which makes people laugh at first glance. The lord was convinced that he was bragging just now, but now I really think it's not an exaggeration, and his pride is indeed full.

These three talents actually have the attribute of ignoring conditions and forcibly taking effect! The more you know how to do it, the more you can understand how high-end this is!

"So how did that war turn the tables?" Richard snapped back the topic of deviating.

"It's by the soul torture of the golden giant. "Grand Chief Setos' face was gloomy.

"Oh?"

"Victory did not come without a price. I even guess that if the Titans had foreseen how heavy this would be, they might have preferred to lose the war and perish......"

After sighing, his eyes were red like a gambler who had lost all his wife, and his hands were trembling slightly: "When the disadvantage of the war has gradually become irreparable, as the darling of the Titans, every high-ranking giant has the responsibility to do so! In order to win this war, the Titans ordered the entire eight hundred sons of gold to burn their entire lifespans, instantly releasing countless 'soul tortures'. ”

"The Titan's vision has come true - the excessive soul torture has come together, directly setting off a terrifying spiritual storm that has swept the entire world!"

Setos's voice was like a boulder rolling down from the top of a mountain, enveloped in endless furious energy, and every rise and fall was terrifying: "Although the aborigines of this world have smart minds, they are very average in terms of spell casting ability and magic resistance, and they quickly twist and fall in this mental storm. It has become a semi-intelligent beast that has almost lost the ability to think, and only exists in primitive instincts!"

Grand Chief Setos drank an entire barrel of ale with his head up, allowing the excess liquid to spill from the corners of his mouth.

Richard couldn't help but gasp, "Aren't the Titans very kind?

Thinking with your toes, you also know that since an overwhelming mental storm has been formed, the victims must not be only those aborigines who are against the Titans.

In the face of this sudden natural disaster, I am afraid that all the beings with wisdom and spirit in the whole world will not be exempt! That is the real sweeping over everything and destroying the common people!

It is like using an iron broom stained with infinite filth to wipe out all the bright, beautiful, and bright things in the whole world!

The level of cruelty is almost transcendent!

The most cruel king in human history was the famous mad king Nero, who is said to have slaughtered hundreds of thousands of enemy people in one fell swoop. But in front of the Titan's generosity, even the mad king Nero is as pure as an angel or a saint.

"Forgive me for asking, what do you call the natives of the New World?"

"Come to think of it, it was a long time ago...... They have green skin and are very thin in stature, but they have large heads and look very intelligent at first glance. Setos gestured at the calf near his ankle to signal that he was only at this height, "I think it's called—'Goblin.'" ”

In response, Richard could only smile bitterly.

"Time, how much truth have you covered. ”

"What's wrong with you. Chief Sethos looked at the little carrot strangely, and couldn't understand why he suddenly sighed.

"Nothing, please continue. ”