Now that I'm dead, I don't want my Medicine Master lineage to disappear!

Xia Chen figured out the skillful hand collection technique, which made Mo Wenxuan's eyes widen, he seemed to understand a little bit that the title of "Holy Hand" was not for nothing, he grinned and put the big sword on his shoulder. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The zander map was only bought by him for 800 yuan from a player, and now it seems that this rare book alone is worth ten times the price of the price.

"Pharmacist in demand, we haven't learned a life profession yet, what are your plans?" Zili looked at Xia Chen with blinking his good-looking eyes, "Pharmacy, are you here to learn or am I here?" ”

Skillful collection can increase the success rate of collecting rare plants, and limit life occupations such as pharmacists, which means that one of the two must have to study pharmacy, in fact, the two of them also have such plans, and the consumption of buying potions is expensive, and it is obviously not cost-effective to make their own.

Each character can choose two life occupations, two life skills, and two specializations, which is easy to understand, for example, Xia Chen chooses the pharmacist profession, then he can learn skillful harvesting, and at the same time specialize in pharmacy as the development direction.

As for who learns this kind of thing, there is no reason, Zili thought about it for a while, and smiled at Xia Chen: "It's better for you to come, those rare plants often grow in dangerous places, and picking them also requires skills." ”

Mo Wenxuan on the side felt that a cold wind was blowing, and the two of them chirped me I didn't notice that this was a three-person team, and the eldest brother was almost so aggrieved that he drew a circle in the corner of the wall.

The two of them didn't think about him at all when they distributed the loot, but these were all trivial things, and he also knew that it was best to leave this kind of thing to the stalkers, they could go to the sky and enter the ground, and a stealth skill was enough to avoid many dangers.

It's just that this way of dying really made him not dare to compliment, Mo Wenxuan looked up at the sky and fell to his death? I'm afraid this joke is a little cold.

"As a Terran pharmacist, since Zander has the confidence to search for the elven Eloland, he naturally has something to rely on, but the appearance of his bones here, could it be a change in the snowy region?" Zili whispered, squatted down, and carefully observed the bones of the zander perch, "Above the Moon Valley, deep in the snowy region, what happened to make a medicine master die here?" ”

There is only a skillful collection technique, no other clues, Xia Chen shook his head, a little sneering, it's just a level 2 map, what else do you want to have?

"I made a mistake last time I predicted the dwarf race, I don't think it's better to speculate, if you are really interested, change Ming'er to learn archaeology, and take your time." Xia Chen affectionately touched Zili with his forehead, indicating that he didn't predict.

"Do you think it's the black hand of the elves?" Mo Wenxuan suddenly muttered to himself, his brain was very big.

How is this kind of thing possible? Xia Chen thought this was funny, but then he froze, Zili used Xia Chen's dagger to pry open some of the mud, and a deep and bone-splitting scar appeared on the bones, which was definitely not natural or could be formed by falling to death, which meant that the cause of the zander was a mystery.

Could it be that it was really the Snow or the Elves who did it? The three of them felt ridiculous, Xia Chen bluntly refused to investigate this matter deeply, especially in the early stage, it was not worth wasting time dealing with these things, and the clues were broken.

But Mo Wenxuan is not the master of saving trouble, his IQ fluctuates like waves, and he points to the bones of the zander and says: "You see, as a pharmacist, even if it is not a human death after death, there are not even some of the most basic identity items on the body, only a skill book is left, even if it is a misstep and a fall, it is impossible to do so, so we have reason to suspect that this is an artificial illusion caused by man-made relocation. ”

"And look at this scar on his bones, the crack is small, and it looks like the thin sword of the elves...... All of this, so I have reason to suspect that the elves are the most suspicious. ”

“……”

Zili was speechless and didn't want to speak, Mo Wenxuan obviously didn't understand what Xia Chen meant, is it interesting to dig deeper? Yes, there are definitely players who love it, but it's not really necessary right now.

"Someone's coming." Xia Chen's ears moved, his perception was keen, and he suddenly put away his smile and became very serious.

Zili could understand Xia Chen's meaning very well, that is, the moment Mo Wenxuan blinked, the two stalkers disappeared in a flash, turned into a shadow and disappeared.

Then Mo Wenxuan turned around inexplicably, and found that several players had come to Tan Bian and happened to meet his gaze, and there was a moment of stiffness.

"Brother Ba, there are people down there!" The players who were in the vanguard were stunned for a moment, then came back to their senses and shouted at the people behind them.

There were a few more, thirteen in all, of all professions, priests, swordsmen, rangers, and druids...... It could be a guild player, but how could a guild be here?

Mo Wenxuan's face is still the same, and he is actually a little scolding in his heart, if only he knew that he was also playing Stalker - now he is alone, carrying a big sword, and he faces thirteen people alone.

"Brother Ba, the bones are there."

Everyone lined up, a swordsman walked out, with his own aura, looking extraordinary, and the other player had sharp eyes and found the bones on Mo Wenxuan's side, feeling that the situation was not good.

Brother Nanshan also saw it, but he felt that the big thing was not good, he looked at the bones, and then at Mo Wenxuan, his eyes swept back and forth between these two places more than a dozen times, and finally frowned and said, "The bones of the zander were touched by you?" ”

Mo Wenxuan did not speak.

Something is going to happen, the wind is moving, the aura has come, Zili and Xia Chen quietly ran away along the shadow area, watching Mo Daxia from a distance like a melon-eating crowd, looking forward to the unique stunt he will perform.

"Hand it over, even if you are unlucky, we are willing to give you a certain amount of compensation, after all, we came along the relics, forget it if you don't see it, if you see it, if you don't do something, it will be difficult to convince the public." Brother Nanshan Ba thought that he was sensible, and his tone was calm, and he was discussing.

His group followed the clues of the relics and touched them mightily, and found that the point had been touched, which was shameful enough, if they didn't do something, the guild and their own face would be a little unbearable after all.

Games and games, thousands of people, this attitude is not a big deal, there is no need to be weird, after hearing what Brother Nanshan said, Mo Wenxuan also felt interesting.

"What? You also touched the relics? He asked a question that caught Brother Nanshan off guard.

"How?" Brother Nanshan said tentatively.

Why do you ask this? Everyone present had a bad premonition.

Someone felt that something was wrong, and couldn't help but stand up, took out a scroll and took a closer look, and found that the location was indeed here, and there was only one reason why the swordsman in front of him was also here.

Sell two goods, look for death!

Brother Nanshan's face was gloomy, and he knew the reason, and he had decided that the next time he saw that player, he would definitely investigate it clearly, otherwise he would definitely see it once and hang it once, but he also had doubts, why would there be two relics?

Now is not the time to delve into these, the treasure is likely to have been touched, and the reason can't be explained, the rest depends on the fist and luck, and it all depends on fate whether it explodes or not.

Mo Wenxuan's mood is not very good at the moment, Xia Chen and Zili can look at it from the side, because he just said that it was eight hundred yuan...... No matter how you think about this, I feel aggrieved from the bottom of my heart.

There was a fire on both sides, Mo Wenxuan looked at the small guild in front of him, the other party was obviously planning to come hard and tear apart all order, in the game, after all, the law of the jungle is the strong.

"Are you sure you're going to take me?" Mo Wenxuan doesn't get emotional about these things, what makes him care about is the impression in the eyes of the two people next to him, face is only effective in his own circle.

"Aren't you afraid of offending me or something?" He said curiously.

"Offended you?" Brother Nanshan smiled, looked left and right, and the people around him laughed.

I haven't been afraid of anyone yet!

"You probably haven't heard of my big brother's reputation!" A little brother stood up, with a look of pride and admiration.

Brother Nanshan cooperated very well to make a majestic image, and he was extraordinary.

"Little ones, listen to our big brother's slogan!" Someone proposed, someone responded.

"Brother Ba eats noodles and I drink soup." The Ranger bent his bow.

"Brother Ba pretended to force me to block the gun!" The swordsman raised his shield.

"Brother Ba is the sky." The priestess worshipped.

"Brother Ba is the ground!" The second priestess prayed.

"Brother Ba is the only myth!" The crowd drank together.

Xia Chen, who was in the distance, hugged Mo Zili for a spasm (well, spasm, he typed the word inexplicably), he was about to laugh, really, Mo Wenxuan had never been so funny.

Mo Wenxuan was speechless, Brother Nanshan was very useful, and arched his hand to the surroundings, saying that such as brothers, everyone works together to build a harmonious society.

That's right, our mythology has never been afraid of anyone, the heavens are the same, and the glory is still the same.

The wind is roaring, the grass is moving, the ranger's arrows are squirming in front of the bow, the mage's spells are condensed at the end of the staff, the swordsman's long sword is eager to drink blood, and the battle is about to break out.

One person faces thirteen people alone, and he is not afraid.

Mo Wenxuan's expression remained unchanged, at this moment, he thought of the past, in that distant heavenly domain, there was such a scene.

He stood in front of the thousands of troops and horses of the dynasty, and even though he was pointing out, he still dared to face the thousands of troops alone, and he had no hesitation even if he died.

He let out a roar that was worthy of a thousand armies.

Because behind him, there are also people he wants to protect.

Xia Chen, oh, and his sister. (Why is Xia Chen at the front?) ）

What a nostalgic scene.

He lowered his sword and whispered, just do it again.

Nothing is impossible in this world.

His gaze grew sharper, and he looked up sharply at the mythical man, like a devouring beast.

It's time for the world to hear me.

"Demacia!"

Mo Wenxuan charged, the corners of his mouth flashed with confidence, but there were only thirteen people.

Mo Wenxuan died.

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