The haze faded from the barren forest, and the dense trees overhead let in the soft sunlight of the dawn. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the early morning, the quiet and graceful land of Nogo is a mountain forest, the stream gurgles through the crevices of the rocks, and all kinds of birds, jumping on the branches, opening and closing their sharp beaks, and their nimble little tongues begin to play a cheerful repertoire.

Glo, the bandits, and Miss Lady Lady, Ladia, were crouching beside a clear stream to do a simple cleanup.

The black mist had already departed with the moonlight, and the hasty washing was complete, and Glo took off his boots and lay bare-toed on a clean teal rock, beside him, Scott and Levine, who were scooping up a few palm-sized fish from the stream, discussing how to cook.

"Trust my craft, the grilled fish tastes good."

"But there are 10 of us."

Scott shrugged his shoulders as he glanced at the few small fish that had been thrown on the ground, all the flesh on these small fish, to be honest, not enough for him to eat two bites alone.

"Am I not being caught?"

"But your movements are too unskillful - didn't you see the fish run away?"

"Well, it's good to make a soup! Let's go get some mushrooms, tsk, delicious mushroom fish soup! ”

Seeing that his companions were about to argue, Oliver, who had just walked over after squeezing the pimples downstream of the stream, interjected.

Glo sat up from the rock, he had just checked his weapon—his bayonet, the slender body of which had once again cracked slightly. In Discord, this symptom indicates that the weapon's durability is insufficient, and if it is not properly repaired, the weapon will soon be scrapped.

In fact, this was the Nth time he had encountered such a situation. This kind of tabula rasa weapon, which is made only of medium-grade iron ore produced in the Ampton Mine, coupled with his LV7 blacksmith level, is always unavoidably damaged frequently after high-intensity combat.

Previously, in Afron fought with the "gray uniform".

This time, kill the Dread Knight.

In the face of LV15's boss, his weapon began to be powerless, and in a battle without resistance, the durability consumed was enough to make the weapon close to scrapping.

This is a brand new bayone!

Glo almost wanted to cry, he had been longing for a better weapon, but he never had a chance to get it.

Including, when [Grave of the Dead] slashed down [Dread Knight], when the boss's burly body collapsed, he had a beautiful fantasy at that moment - warm ideals are always no match for the cold wind of reality, and when the list of dropped items appeared in [System], he was so depressed that he was almost hurt internally.

Rael, 31 pieces!

[Staff of the Necromancer] - an exclusive weapon for wizard classes, limited to class level LV17.

Additional Attributes I.: Constitution +2, Spirit +3.5, Will +3.5;

Additional Attribute II.: All attacks deal an additional 10% damage to living creatures.

On this mysterious staff, the resentment of the deceased is not gone, telling the sad past.

When Glo took the staff from Miss Ladia, all the attributes were clearly displayed in his mind, not to mention that the 9 attribute points were at least equivalent to 3 levels of additional (the total growth of basic class attributes was 2.5~3.0, and the profession with long-range strike ability was slightly lower), just causing an additional 10% damage bonus to living creatures, this weapon was already the best - this is also the best benefit for novice players in random dungeons like [Tomb of the Dead].

A 10% damage bonus can improve a lot of leveling efficiency, and the level requirement of LV17 is not a difficult thing to achieve under the premise of working hard to farm monsters.

Glo reluctantly let go of his fingers from the swarthy and smooth staff, and calmly and like a generous noble knight, he put the [Staff of the Necrons] back into Radya's hand.

"Miss Ladia, this is your trophy, please take it."

Glo and the drop of the dungeon, there has always been a fate, just like the otaku in the previous life, the reason why he embarked on the crazy PK road of "revenge on society" is not without reason - the otaku has not been less than the dungeon in the early middle and early stages of the game, but, according to "Murphy's Law": If there is a possibility that things will go bad, no matter how small the probability is, it will always happen. Every time the otaku touches the corpse himself, if the worst drop of the boss may be 1 rael, then the otaku will never touch the second rael.

In layman's terms, otaku is a very, very black little black hand. This characteristic was ruthlessly verified by the subsequent dungeon process again and again, and gradually made the otaku die of the heart of the dungeon and embark on the road of no return to PK madness.

This time, Glo asked Miss Radia to touch the corpse, and the harvest was not small-

After a long night of fighting, Glo was a little tired, the sweat in his boots was mixed with mud, the slippery soles of his feet were uncomfortable, and after some cleaning in the lower reaches of the stream, Glo lay on the blue rocks and looked at the sky—the dawn of the sky lifted a pale white like a fish's belly, and the clouds drifted slowly in his vision.

In the early morning in the summer mountain forest, it is still a little cool, the breeze blows, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. Suddenly, Glo felt like he was back in the game.

The sound of stones clashing interrupted his tumultuous thoughts.

Levin, the former chamber of commerce boy, had flint in his hand and looked like he was about to start a fire. It's just that this season, the firewood in the mountains and forests still has a little moisture, and after trying it several times, there are some small black spots on the firewood that are scorched by sparks, but the flames still haven't risen.

"Idiot!"

"Which bastard, what is the noise?"

Levin, who was not going well with the fire, was in an irritable mood, putting on a "don't mess with me" face, looking for the source of the mocking voice. When he saw the figure on the rock, he turned his head in disbelief.

Smack!

The flint in his hand slammed violently, and Levin once again worked to no avail.

"Where's Miss Ladia?"

Glo jumped off the rock, he couldn't bear to continue to see the futility of his companion, walked over to Levin's side, and asked kindly. There is a specialization in art, and there is such a thing as making fire, and it is obvious that Miss Ladia, the "humanoid lighter", is better at it.

"Going mushroom picking with Oliver, and that bastard Scott!"

Levine replied angrily.

"Then wait."

Glo is well aware of Levin's grievances, in the bandit group, Scott's "enthusiasm for guidance" has not diminished, and Levine is the object of his key training. Empathizing with this kind of thing, Glo has also deeply experienced it.

After last night's monster farming and the [Tomb of the Dead] dungeon, the level of the members of the team has increased, Glo has stepped from LV10 to LV12, Levin has become a ranger of LV5, and the others have also been improved to varying degrees.

However, it was Ladia who gained the most, and Miss Mage had become a small yellow dot in his [Radar Chart].