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Because yesterday's experience didn't consume much body at all, I only slept in Xiaoxue's quilt for about two or three hours, I woke up again, ate some breakfast for my beloved wife, and once again embarked on the road of experience (brush) practice (strange).

Set yourself a goal to find your way to the Plains of Despair in three days.

It's not hard to find the Plains of Despair, as the suburban savannah and the Plains of Despair are separated by a huge abyssal canyon, with only a small canyon stone staircase connecting the two areas.

So, I just need to find this canyon and follow it all the way, and I guess I'll find the right path in no time.

If I was a little bit more skinny, I could fly directly over without looking for that stone ladder, although the abyss canyon was several miles wide, even a barbarian who had cultivated his jumping skills to the extreme could not jump over, but Bendruid could fly.

It is estimated that this sentence can anger many adventurers, so I should take it easy, so as not to cause public outrage.

The experience continued, and the killing speed of the five ghost wolves was extremely fast, especially Xiaoxue, whose snow-white figure was like lightning, flashed back and forth in the monster group a few times, stopped, and no longer looked at Cool Cool turned around and walked towards me, and the monsters that swept behind it fell one by one after a few seconds with blood splattering.

It's just like an indifferent peerless swordsman, these days, even pets have learned to steal scenes from their owners.

I was deeply resentful, and I decided to take out the exercises to exercise my skills, and one volcano after another. The lava boulder and the fire storm were thrown out, although they were some low-level skills, but they couldn't withstand the high skill level. In addition, there are several skills that I am good at, and some power has been optimized, and those monsters that can also be killed are screaming and scurrying around.

I'm the master. It's finally not a waste of wood.

Anyway, I'm already level fifty-eight, and I've already learned a fifth-order skill. Why does the elemental skill still seem to stay at the third order?

Suddenly remembering something, I opened my skill bar and glanced at it, speechless.

It seems that since the third-order volcanic explosion, my druid elemental skills have not been practiced properly, such as the fourth-order small whirlwind. and fifth-order volcanoes and tornadoes.

A druid is a master of manipulating nature, and a druid who doesn't even know how to control the wind is still a druid?

Thinking of this, I immediately straightened my attitude and began to honestly practice the two skills of Little Whirlwind and Tornado. As for the volcano, because it's too difficult to control, it takes a lot of effort to put this skill to use, so I've put it aside for the time being, and anyway, there's a deleted version of the volcano's power that can be used.

Wind skills, as a unique skill system of druids, I have only practiced hurricane armor for a period of time before, which can improve elemental resistance, resist some elemental damage, and necromancer's bone armor, wizard's ice armor, and are called the three major armor factions in the Dark Continent.

All of the above are Bendruid's mouths.

However, the three major armors do exist, and they are very practical, the wizard's ice armor, called armor, is actually more inclined to attack, the necromancer's bone armor resists physical damage, and the druid's hurricane armor resists elemental damage, each with its own characteristics, if you have to divide it into high and low, of course, the wizard's ice armor is sharper.

There's no way, other people's ice armor has three stage skills, just like the druid's summoning system, the first-order ice armor, the third-order ice armor, and the fifth-order ice armor, at a glance, you can know that it is professional, and it is different from our amateur armor.

There's a lot of off-topic, let's go back to the druid's wind skills, in fact, the wind skills are not strictly speaking, they are not a system, first of all, it only has four skills: hurricane armor, small whirlwind, tornado and storm, and the number is too small to stand on its own.

Secondly, the damage of the wind skill, if you divide it carefully, actually includes two parts of damage, one is freezing damage, and the other is physical damage, which is similar to the necromancer's corpse explosion technique, so it is more like a comprehensive skill than a single faction.

But it doesn't matter, as a great man said, it doesn't matter if it's a white cat or a black cat, a good cat is a good cat who can catch mice, and the same goes for wind skills, even if it can't be in its own right, but it can be used to defeat the enemy.

So, somewhere in the prairie on the outskirts of the country, the wind began to blow violently, as if some evil demon was calling for wind and rain, and in the strong wind, from time to time there was a terrible scream of monsters, which made the adventurers passing by tremble, and did not dare to go deeper.

After a day, I finally found the legendary abyss canyon, at first glance, the bottom is dark, oozing an eerie coldness above, I can vaguely hear bursts of terrifying wails coming out, staring inside for a long time, and even produce a terrifying illusion of stretching out a pitch-black claw from the depths of the canyon, trying to pull itself down.

I hesitated for a moment, and decided to be a good baby for the time being, not to engage in cheating, and to find the stone ladder that connected the plain of despair and the prairie on the outskirts.

Actually, I'm really a little scared, what if I fly halfway through, a big claw really stretches out and pulls myself into the abyss of the canyon? Don't underestimate the premonition of the tragic emperor, especially in the aspect of tragedy, which has a terrifying accuracy rate of more than ninety.

There were also many monsters near the canyon, and there were even groups of doom casters who suddenly came out of the bottom of the canyon, which scared me a lot.

These blood-red energy bodies, in fact, do not come from hell, but are to deal with and restrain mages, artificially made battle puppets, they feed on mana, and when they see mana, they will rush up frantically until they are sucked clean.

It is said that it is only said that these things were secretly developed by the Holy See back then to deal with the growing Heradic clan, but they did not come in handy later, because the Heradic clan had exhausted their resources and played with it themselves.

Whether there is such a black history or not, there is no way to verify it, and there is no need to verify it anymore. Anyway, as long as you know that these guys are mages' nemesis, don't let them get too close to mages.

Of course, it's not like mages are completely out of the cracks against them. The easiest way is to completely disguise your mana fluctuations, and when you get closer, you can inflict a thunderous blow. Don't look at these doom casters who feed on mana, it looks like the magic defense is quite high, but it's not high at all. It's the same as its fragile little body.

What's more, they don't have much intelligence, and will simply follow their mana hunger instincts, so even if they can't be killed with a single blow, just quickly hide their mana fluctuations and dodge some. After their attention is shifted, they approach again to perform a thunderous blow, and if one or two times fails, then three or four times, they can always be killed.

Merely. Doom casters are extremely sensitive to mana fluctuations, and there are not many mages who can truly hide their mana fluctuations, so they are still mages' nemesis.

The next way is to let the melee warriors go up and feed them, don't doubt it, the warriors are also mana, bastards, don't take the melee warriors for fools!

Although the mana fluctuation is not as strong as the mage, but the meat is also meat, with this spirit, the doom caster will generally continue until the suck dry, will look for another target, take advantage of this time, the mage crazy output can be, the warrior's words, even if there is no mana to cast skills, the flat slash damage is not small, so the husband has big.

After all that nonsense, what I really want to say is-

Today, as a three-good boy in the new century, he can be called a model of a generation of Lei Feng, and Bendruid, who contains the crystallization of the wisdom of the entire dark world, because he did not learn the technique of hiding mana fluctuations, was sucked dry by the doom caster, which is really gratifying.

Above.

Bastards, you guys who have suffered a thousand knives will give me back your mana!!

These nasty doom spellcasters, not only can they suck mana, but they are also very poor, and they turn into a cloud of ashes immediately after they are killed, often without even leaving a copper plate, I just met a group of doom spellcasters, led by an elite, and I thought that this time there should be some gain.

Guess what that elite doom caster gave me? A powerful healing potion, bastard!

Since then, I have never walked near the abyss of the canyon again.

After a few days of hard work, I finally found the legendary stone ladder, and when I passed by, I was attacked by a group of doom casters, sucking up the mana, and the skills I had prepared early were dumbfounded, and I was tired at that time, and I felt that I would not love anymore.

The Plains of Despair, as its name suggests, is a place full of loneliness, death and despair, if the suburban prairie is the junction of hell and the earth, then this is the complete Hell River map, where there are only walking corpses, and the souls of those who die here will be eroded by despair, and trapped in the body, losing their humanity and becoming the same as monsters.

I remember that in the First World, Oscar told me that you must not have mercy in the Plains of Despair, except for adventurers like yourself, there is absolutely nothing wrong with seeing anything that can move, killing it, and don't think about sympathy to save anything.

As a result, I couldn't understand his words for a while, and I suffered a small loss at the time, but now I won't be careless.

Not long after I came up, I saw several corpses tied to a stone pillar, and there were several trapped souls wailing and crying for help, which made people feel unbearable and wanted to free them.

I silently uttered hallelujah, stepped forward and stabbed down with my sword, and killed the soul within.

Probably because of my cruel approach, even the monsters couldn't stand it anymore, and a group of barrogs who had been lying in ambush behind the ruined wall not far away immediately jumped out and slashed at us with sawtooth broadswords.

Fiery red, tall and sturdy, a huge body full of muscles, plus a pair of demon wings, is the conspicuous feature of this group of barrogs, of course, my relationship with this kind of monster, not in the demon fortress, but in the elven support operation back then, can be described as an indissoluble hatred, seeing them, I always have a special enthusiasm in my heart, I want to send them back to hell immediately.

Barog's body is fiery red, and he feels that he has a slightly higher resistance to flames, but fortunately, I have been studying wind magic for the past few days, and I can be said to have a little experience, so after the light snow flew up, I also followed the finger lightly hooked, and shook off a small whirlwind, a tornado, which felt very yellow and violent, as if it was a Gonitz regeneration.

Small whirlwinds do not do much damage. But the subtle ones can make the monster stun for a short time, and the tornado is a pure output skill, following the small whirlwind. Rolling towards the group of barogs, Rao is group of barogs are tall and large, and they were all caught off guard and swept into the air, and their bodies were covered with a thin layer of frost.

Of course. Because it's a monster clone of the second world, it's very thick-skinned, and I've just gotten a glimpse of the tornado. No matter how high the level is, there is no way to kill this group of barrogs in one move.

Xiaoxue made a move, and five huge snow-white ghost wolves turned into five white phantoms, swishing back and forth in the tornado, and swept past the barrogs who were swept up in the air.

It's too late, it's too fast, and only a few seconds have passed. The huge tornado swept across the country, gradually losing its power, and Bagro's huge body was finally able to fall, thumping more than ten times, and smashing to the ground.

But. But he never got up again, not killed by the tornado, but in mid-air, he was mended by Xiaoxue.

It's simply ...... How to say it, it's like a circus show, it's so exciting, I can't help but want to applaud Xiaoxue and them, and take out the big ball that I have treasured for a long time, and transform into a hell fighting bear to perform a stupid bear stomping ball show.

Bear with me, my bear soul! Don't get your heart pumping at the thought of the circus! You're a mighty hell fighting bear, not a ragdoll bear, and you're not a circus bear!

In my heart, such a future prospect emerged.

"Daddy, Daddy, what's your dream?" Siruth and Echoru, two babies, pulled my sleeve and asked.

"A dream for the future?" My relaxed smile suddenly became grim, and I looked at my daughters with a solemn expression.

"My dear, you may think that Dad's dream is to become the real savior, to drive out the Hell and save the Dark Continent, but in fact...... This is just one of Dad's smallest dreams. ”

"Really? So what is Dad's greatest dream? The daughters suddenly showed adoration, oh my God, saving the Dark Continent is actually just the smallest dream, Dad is too powerful.

"Of course it is—" I looked up, pointing to the sky and the ground with the other, and then my hand pointing to the sky slowly fell, pointing diagonally to the circus stage in front of me.

A clumsy brown bear is performing on it, stepping on a one-man tall colored ball, and its antics make everyone laugh from time to time.

"My greatest dream is to surpass that guy."

End of book.

It's really the end of the book, bastard! If she is misunderstood like this by Siruth and Echoru, the whole book will really be finished!!

Holding my heart and gasping for breath, it seemed that after a difficult and fierce inner struggle, I won a bitter victory, and I continued to wander in the plains of despair with a tired look and a light snow.

The monsters of the Plains of Despair are not very threatening, except for the doom caster who sneaked up on me when I passed the stone staircase, and the Barrog, who warmly welcomed me when he first arrived, there are also the clotted beasts and flesh resurrectors that are often encountered in the suburban savannah.

The other is a shrunken version of the Forgotten Knight, the Knight of Doom.

It's a cool name, but it's actually quite easy to deal with, and compared to me, the Doom Knight is really weak and weak compared to its two upgraded versions.

First of all, they look like a tall skeleton, to be more detailed, a skeleton wearing a set of majestic armor, holding a large sword in his hand, with high defense and attack power, and the attack also comes with random elemental damage.

It stands to reason that such a monster can never be divided into weak levels, but its eldest brother Forgotten Knight, and the second brother Hell Knight are too strong, in contrast, I feel that this product is simply a straw bag rich second generation, and the mud can't support the wall.

To be honest, I am still a little apprehensive about the trouble of finding a big pineapple this time, I am not afraid of a big pineapple, this kind of goods, as long as you transform into a demon moon wolf witch or a hell fighting bear, it is casual abuse.

I'm afraid of the Knights of Oblivion, the Guards of the Big Pineapple.

The Forgotten Knight is arguably one of the most powerful and dangerous monsters in all of Hell, more than the King of Death of the Bal Guard.

Its several skill sets are so bad that even if I use modifiers when playing games, my god-like mighty and strong character will still fall into the hands of such monsters without realizing it.

The Forgotten Knight's abilities are: Heal, Bone Armor, Bone Soul, Aging, Attack Retaliation, Reduced Resistance, Weaken, Life Steal, and Damage Amplification.

As long as you know a little bit about these skills, you can see how sharp these skills will be if they are combined, among them, what I am most afraid of is not the aging of advanced skills or the soul of white bones, but the attack and counterattack.

Think about it, if one of them doesn't pay attention, they are cursed by the attack, and then they are beaten down with a stupid double blow, the enemy flies, and they are definitely uncomfortable, and they come and go, and the monster doesn't kill much, and their lives have bottomed out.

Then, the combination of reduced resistance and the Forgotten Knight's own elemental bullet attack, aging and melee attack, these are all combinations that make adventurers fearful, dealing with agile adventurers, and tracking Bone Souls, which are already sharp in my eyes, and the damage is deepened, and they can only hit soy sauce.

In a word, if you encounter more than ten Forgotten Knights with a group of younger brothers, you can run.

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Whew, the third watch is over, what a miserable word, fortunately, it is the weekend, you can have a good rest, and you can replenish it back. (To be continued.) )