Just as I was playing with that rotten wooden stick, I was flailing it around like the stupidest and lowliest half-orc in open crotch pants in the games I used to play, and I walked ahead with a smile like something, with a stick in my hand, dominating the world.

Ral stepped forward unceremoniously, tapped me on the head, and said with an angry expression.

"Don't think it's for nothing, now that you have a weapon, from today on, you should try to fight, as a glorious transferee, our responsibility should be equal to the glory and respect we have received, and our responsibility is to drive the forces of hell out of the human world."

Ral's expression gradually became stricter, and with the high and solemn momentum, if he changed into a snow-white priest's robe, and held a thick black book in his hand, he could really compare with those white-bearded magic sticks in the temple.

"It's a drop, sir."

I replied reluctantly, in fact, I knew that this was the reality that I would have to face sooner or later, as I am now a druid, if I dare to say on the street: "Hey, I miss the taste of sweet potatoes at home, I really want to go home and grow sweet potatoes." "I'm afraid it will really give those civilians a living disdain to death.

It's just that I didn't expect to face it so early, and when I thought that my future life full of legends (and self-righteousness) in combat actually started when I was forced by an unscrupulous knight uncle with a black belly after getting a mere whiteboard stick, I wanted to find a piece of tofu and kill me.

Of course, there should be no such thing as tofu in this world, so the last sentence will be gorgeously invalidated.

In this way, I was forced to start the first battle of my life, the opponent was of course the first choice of the rotting corpse, the slow movements, the sluggish nerves, really made his enemies very safe, as long as they were careful not to be surrounded, they could not cause harm to any of the converts, and even civilians could easily escape when they encountered it.

Many days of observation is not just talking, I have long been clear about the ability and habits of the carrion, don't look at the ease of the previous words, the movement of the carrion is slow, the movement is also slow, and the accumulation is even slower, but once the strength is accumulated, the attack speed at that moment is absolutely as fast as lightning, if you have to describe it, it is probably like a poisonous snake hunting, from the feeling of extreme stillness to extreme movement.

Of course, if there is a long-range attack, there is no suspense at all, but it's a pity that I'm a grassroots novice who hasn't even learned a skill, and I don't have a short bow even made of tofu in my hand, so I have to carry the tabula rasa, with the rotting corpse as the center of the circle, and the radius of 10 meters to do a circular movement.

At this time, if I have to render the atmosphere a little more dignified, then I can describe it as a martial arts master's martial arts competition, one is not moving, intending to brake with static, and the other is looking for opportunities, ready to strike first, the two sides are on the verge of attacking, the atmosphere is very, very dignified, and the audience is very, very tight...... Hey, Doug over there, don't look like a hungry ghost is reincarnated, will you die if you eat one less piece of meat?

This atmosphere lasted for about a quarter of an hour. The audience saw that I, who was in charge of playing the role of the martial arts senior who preemptively struck, had no awareness of doing anything, and after pretending to circle the rotting corpse for more than ten minutes, they quit.

The masters of the Shaolin Wudang Emei faction who acted as referees, oh, it's too much of a play, I'm sorry, it should be an unscrupulous paladin and two rice bucket barbarians, coughing loudly on the side mercilessly, trying to push me, as a seedling of the motherland, into the boundless abyss, Doug even booed while throwing the half-eaten piece of meat in his hand.

Bastard Doug, you hypocrisy fan, I curse in my heart, if he was a fan in the original world, he must be the kind who made trouble and was blacklisted by all the stadium security.

Under the fierce eyes of the three people, I had no choice but to lift the wooden stick, shout to strengthen myself, and then buried my head in the carrion corpse, the stiff pace, the flawed movements, the three next to me shook their heads on the side - fortunately, the opponent is a rotting corpse, if it is replaced by a more agile sinking demon, I am afraid that this appearance is like a fat duck, stretching the neck and swaying over to try it out.

"Drink." The first stick finally went down, the first stick in life, why do you look at me with such eyes, I just knocked it very accidentally from the back, this is an accident, it is an accident, it is definitely not knocking on the stick, slapping the bricks, I am not such a casual person!

With a stick down, I was stunned for a moment, and I immediately climbed and rolled, oh no, it should be said that I took a few hundred steps back for the sake of prudence, and then looked at the carrion vigilantly.

"Wu, what are you doing? Hurry up and get rid of it. "Lal couldn't stand it anymore, just as the commander of the Imperial Army was scolding his men to charge at the top of the mountain.

"Ral, the moment I attacked it, I felt like it was going to die." I was like a communist in a trench with bombers in the sky, with my left hand blocking the dust and dirt kicked up by the explosion next to me, and holding a telegraph in my right hand, desperately shouting at the top of my voice, "The enemy is under too much fire, please ask for support from above."

Carefully observe every movement of the carrion corpse after being attacked, to make sure that the blow just now did not arouse its hatred or something, and then I found something on my face, with a solemn expression, if I remember correctly, the mummy in the ancient tomb in the second level will indeed be poisonous after death......

"Violent you B, if you kid is slacking off, Lao Tzu castrated you......"

Ral's head was full of green tendons*, and he spit out as if he didn't want money out of the paladin's strictly forbidden foul language.

Uh~~, it seems that it does not cost money......

Seeing that Lal looked like he was going to turn into a carrion if you didn't do it again, I reluctantly rushed up, with the experience of the first stick, the nerves that had been jumping just now have relaxed a lot, looking at the shaky pace of the carrion, I secretly said in my heart that Lafayette knocked your leg small, and then swept it mercilessly to its leg joints with the wooden stick.

The purpose is good, but unfortunately the strength is not enough, only the rotting corpse staggered, and immediately like a tumbler, the body staggered and straightened up, the rotting corpse turned to look at me with empty eyes, and slowly retracted his hands, my eyes froze, and my heart secretly screamed.

As I expected, the next moment, the carrion's oily green nails had passed through the place where I had just stood, and it was a good move to grab the milk dragon claw hand! The speed is really terrifying, if it were me before, even if I judged the trajectory of its attack, I would definitely not be able to dodge it.

But for me, who has now become a druid, it's a piece of cake, I'm a lazy donkey rolling, no, it should be a wet eighteen rolls, and it's not suitable, all in all, it's a very chic roll on the ground, the difficulty coefficient and elegance index are strict and exceeded, and then when I squatted up, I didn't forget to swing the wooden stick to the middle of the left thigh and the right thigh, hey, the imaginary vital attack did not appear, could it be that this rotting corpse was a legendary eunuch before his death?

After one experience, things are simple, in fact, many things are not difficult, but few people dare to try.

After a while, the rotting corpse fell to the ground under my fierce attack, and I immediately rushed forward, and forcibly endured the nausea and touched it under the corpse, praying in my heart that the boss was also my first time killing a monster, give some face and something to it, the artifact is not needed, just a few practical and beautiful green dark gold are made, of course, if you also come with a wolf head with N skills, it will be more perfect.

But God didn't seem to feel my resentment, and when I considered whether to cut open its rotten belly to see if there was any artifact or anything inside, Ral stepped forward in time to stop me, and said with a sad expression.

"It's a sinful monster, but who are we? Light and glory, referred to as glorious transferees! You can't do the work of desecrating corpses......"

In fact, I think the implication of Lal's words is: Little ghost, don't be stupid, there will be no equipment drops in the corpse, even if you crush it, you can't find anything drops, this is the experience of countless predecessors, wow, I think I tried countless times when I was uncle......

"Yes, Wu, your talent is indeed extraordinary, even if it is a sluggish rotting corpse, few people can escape the first time they face it, unscathed, although the way of fighting is really unacceptable......"

Ral's eyes were full of complexity, on the one hand, he could see the birth of a genius with his own eyes, and on the other hand, he was worried that I would continue such a lewd fighting style, and finally it was found out that it was forced out by a certain paladin named Ral......

The eyes of the two barbarians were a little hot, and they seemed to want to fight with me.

"Where, such a thing is easy to do, if you only give praise because I am a level 1 newcomer, it will be unfair to many people, after all, in a real battle, others will not pay attention to how many levels you have, whether you are a newcomer or not."

Feeling as if I had done something terrible, I scratched my head embarrassedly and deliberately emphasized the words level 1 and newcomer to dispel the idea that the barbarian brothers wanted to learn from me.

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In the next few days, Uncle Ral would first demonstrate in person each time, and then leave some carrion corpses for me to deal with alone, on the one hand, because of love, and on the other hand, it seemed that I also had the intention of correcting my fighting style.

I didn't disappoint Ral either, from the beginning of the single carrion 1, to the back of the single 4 carrion at the same time, my playing style gradually became proficient, and the style also changed slightly, reluctantly from lewd flow to pseudo-regular flow.

Why should I give up the extremely shameless obscene circulation and regularize it, isn't the lewd flow the legendary golden finger of fighting more with less, and defeating the strong with the weak?

Don't forget,This is not a game after all.,Lewd flow is also risky.,If you succeed in obscenity,,Naturally, you can turn the book.,But in case of failure,,It may be GAMEOVER.,I think the lewd flow hasn't reached the grandmaster level.,I can't just take my life by the way.,Although the regular stream is more rigid.,But it's relatively safe.。

Therefore, I gave up the lewd stream very wisely, of course, I did not abandon it, and in the case of ensuring safety, occasionally lewd it can also reduce a lot of consumption.