The druids have natural allies, and Sherlock's Bobo is still flying above them, and its skill Sonic is just enough to restrain it.

Sherlock studied Bobo's vision to find the right way to retreat, constantly changing the direction of retreat back and forth, and Ann, who saw this scene in the black fog, seemed to be a little surprised, and finally could only stop, and then slowly walked towards the direction of the ferocious jackal.

The scope of the black fog is actually not large, Sherlock took a few dozen steps back and left the shroud of the black fog, and the ferocious jackal has wisdom, but obviously does not have the ability to see through the black fog, and is still stuck in the black fog.

"Roar—" "Whoa—" Listening to the screams in the black fog, Sherlock indifferently picked up the small wooden round shield and iron scimitar that had fallen in the distance, and sat on the ground to recover.

It's not that Sherlock doesn't want to save it, it's just that it's not easy for him to get out of the way, and then he enters the black fog purely to find death, and the fierce jackal can't die for a while if he wants to come with thick skin, not to mention that although the two sides are temporarily in a state of cooperation because of the position, if there is a chance, he really doesn't mind killing this guy with a knife.

It's like as the male protagonist, you and the female protagonist are going to talk about marriage, and a stupid passerby comes out and tells you that the female protagonist is your father's enemy, of course, you can no longer show affection with the female protagonist and even have to draw a knife against each other, but for this passerby, there is probably the urge to think of a knife and end the other party.

The black fog didn't last long, and in less than 3 minutes, the scarred Ann and the ferocious jackal reappeared in front of Sherlock.

"Despicable Drow, and you, shameless half-elf, why don't you come to my aid." And seeing Sherlock eating steamed buns in a piece, the ferocious jackal almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood and died, it fought to the death inside, and this ally of his own actually ate steamed buns and watched the play on the side.

Compared with the ferocious jackal who only had one breath left, An's state was much better, and he still had the strength to move two double knives to pose in an attack posture, although his body was scratched, but it was all skin trauma, and it did not hurt the flesh and bones.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Sherlock ignored the roar of the ferocious jackal, stared at Ann's figure and rushed over with his shield raised.

Although Ann was not fatally injured after a protracted battle and a tough battle, she was far inferior to Sherlock who was waiting for work on the sidelines in terms of physical strength, and the severe consumption of her physical strength further weakened her attributes.

"Bang", the double knife and the wooden shield collided head-on, Ann only had time to make a cross block, but after a few battles, her physical strength had already been thrown, at this time, it was completely out of the state of external strength and middle dryness, and as soon as the double knife came into contact with Sherlock's wooden shield, the left-handed knife in front of him was not held and let go.

However, Sherlock didn't continue to exert himself this time, so he was in a stalemate with An, "If you choose to leave, I can let you go" After hesitating for a long time, he still said this sentence.

Ann looked at Sherlock Ann with a serious face, maybe it was a desire for life, maybe it was ...... Or for some other reason, An once again believed in the promises of others.

"If it weren't for the fact that my sunshine punishment hadn't passed, I would be the one who said this now." He slowly stepped back, then turned around and galloped away, "Xiaode, the ice spirit will be left to you as a souvenir, remember my name, Trisna?" We'll meet again. ”

Looking at the distant figure, Sherlock couldn't help but feel a trace of reluctance in his heart, "Ma Dan, if it weren't for this painting style, I would feel like I was playing galgame." ”

"Why did you let that drow go, druid, you're really in the same league as that drow?"

Originally, everything was so beautiful, but unfortunately the ferocious jackal next to him obviously couldn't understand it, and a telepathic transmission interrupted Sherlock's sadness.

"Don't think you can beep indiscriminately if you have wisdom, stinky dog, I have the final say in my natural way, anyway, I can't kill someone who invited me to drink milk tea." Sherlock is very unhappy now, if it weren't for the entry trial, he would definitely kill it in minutes and make it into a bun.

System Prompt: Druid Induction Trial 3 - Juggernaut of the Wild has been completed, please select the Trial reward

Ice Spirit (Superior Scimitar): Sharpness 5, Texture 221, Attack Power 25, Attack Speed Increase by 5%, Freeze Damage 5, Additional Skill - Ice Freeze (Hitting the target after use will cause the opponent to enter a forbidden state for a period of time, unable to restore health and mana), requires level 10, Special Status: Seal

The Fruit of Manko (Fruit of Wisdom): In the troubadour's biographies, the Fruit of Manko was planted in the realm of Ogma, the god of knowledge, as a gift to his chosen people and devout followers, and it is rumored that eating it will lead to superhuman wisdom, but the actual effect is far less powerful than the rumors. Intelligence is randomly increased by 1 to 3 points after consumption.

Ferocious Jackal's Cub (Mutation): Rarity 10.

Of the three rewards, the Scimitar Ice Spirit is probably the one thing Sherlock needs the most at the moment, and the Druid, as a functional class, is in an awkward position at the current stage of the game.

The scarce natural partner position is not as easy to use as the magic pets of other legal systems, and the natural transformation with a lot of restrictions is also quite chicken, at this time a good weapon is quite important, and the players who join the game are generally ordinary level equipment, and there is an excellent variety of equipment on the body that can post to show off a wave of now, an excellent weapon is enough for him to meet the requirements of various activities.

But what made him entangled was that the other two items were also better than the other, and the random addition of one to three points of intelligence to the fruit of Manerko was definitely the most valuable item, after all, the attributes of the Forgotten Realm were very rare, especially the three attributes of intelligence, strength, and agility.

As for the cubs of mutated and ferocious jackals, posts on the forum complaining about the difficulty of recruiting natural partners can go around the earth, and now people who can get pets with a rarity of 12 or more can be said to be rare, and there may not be more than ten in a town.

Sherlock struggled for a long time and chose Icespirit.

Theoretically, the Fruit of Manko and the Ferocious Jackal Cub are better choices, but intelligence is not very useful to the Druid, and for Sherlock, who is not ready to summon streams, a rare pet is obviously less attractive than a delicately shaped scimitar.

Sherlock stroked the azure blade, felt the chill that permeated the surroundings, a wordless pleasure that made him almost more excited than forced offline, and this powerful satisfaction of getting a good piece of equipment or prop was also the reason why he was obsessed with the job of a professional gamer.

System prompt: Druid S-class entry trial completed, comprehensive evaluation S, please select class talent.