(PS: Well, there are not many supporters, probably because Yanagishita's own writing is not enough, the story is not perfect, and it is always good to improve compared to the previous book.) Only by making one's own works stronger can one accept the test of more readers, and can one really find a way out and create a style that belongs to Yanagishita. Well, Yanagi is slowly growing up, and I believe that this road will eventually come out...... By the way, I weakly asked for votes, and I was going to cry next week. ）

The dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the moonlight shone on the wasteland at the foot of the Yabu Mountains, and the herd of demonic beasts gradually dispersed with the roar of a wild boar. Only a group of fiery eyes were left standing in the open space in the distance.

One hundred and fifty-nine undead, a horde of monsters above the elite, this is the result of the wild boar waiting for a month. And looking at the necromantic knights in a neat queue, the boar suddenly felt satisfied. As a great lord, you must have a knight to follow in order to be considered decent.

The Dreadknight sat on horseback, looking down at the boar passing in front of him, the flames of the hollow skeleton behind his visor flickering from time to time, revealing a little woodenness.

The boar walked slowly forward, patrolling in front of each knight, and the knights bowed their heads and, though not dismounted, still saluted respectfully there, as was the courtesy of the knights. The Dreadknight suddenly spoke, in a voice that could really spread through the air, majestic and powerful: "Please give the master a name." ”

Ah San? The boar groaned, realizing that the name was a little insulting to such a terrifying fear knight, and it was better to use 'little fear'. "Little fear?"

A slight golden glow flashed above the Dreadknight's head, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into the word "Little Fear". It looks very chic. The boar's bad taste was consciously satisfied, and Prancy on the side shook his head and sighed: "It's just a little bit." If you were stronger, this Dreadknight would be stronger. That way, you will be able to exert more combat effectiveness. ”

Lin Yutian couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and then thought that it was his own level, if he was level forty at this time, wouldn't it be that the skeletons produced tonight were all level forty monsters? Lin Yutian frowned and thought for a while, thinking back to the process of fighting with this dreaded knight just now, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

This Dreadknight's super high attack and knight's wrath status bonus make the boar, who is not good at fixed-point explosions, almost not fight. Fortunately, this guy was born with only a small half of his blood, otherwise the wild boar might not be able to deal with it.

"The undead creatures you summon will not surpass you in strength." Old Prancy popularized the knowledge of necromancy. "So before next full moon, you have to make yourself stronger and break through the shackles of your eyes."

Shackles? Lin Yutian was a little puzzled by Prancy's words, frowned and asked, "What shackles?" ”

"Originally, your strength has reached a bottleneck, and this problem has arisen long ago, and that is the exhaustion of potential. That's why I asked you to explore the altar, but luckily, the madman's fingers have increased your potential, otherwise your strength would never have increased. A few words from Prancy made the boar frown.

From the player's point of view, what potential is there to be hollowed out? But as a Warcraft. This is indeed very likely to happen. The body is like a container, and the amount of force that can be held may be fixed, and by absorbing the fingers of the madman, the boar expands the container a little. It can continue to grow in strength.

But there is still a quantitative limit to this growth, which is an innate qualification. In the group of Warcraft, why is it that the lowest-level demonized cockroach can only be a tiny existence that can be broken by someone stepping on it. And dragons can step on people's heads from the very beginning of their birth.

Without him, it's just the qualifications decided in the womb. Right now. This question was placed in front of the wild boar, so he had to think about it quietly and accept it. And find a way to break through. Because only if you are stronger, you can live longer.

Assuming that every Warcraft can grow and cultivate with strength, then how many powerful Warcraft monsters will exist in this world, this innate restriction should have existed. Lin Yutian asked a little nervously: "Then am I okay now?" ”

"I can feel that the bottleneck is still there." Prancy smiled, "Go fight, and when you feel the bottleneck, I'll tell you how to solve it." ”

The wild boar suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to rest tonight, but because of Prancy's words, he called out Ah Da Ah Er and walked to the Valley of the Dead in the distance. Wild boars can't be upgraded, so these level 39 undead armies can't be upgraded, and the undead who have been used by Prancy with this complex magic process for a long time are not afraid of the sun, so the wild boars let them camp in the campsite where the corpses were originally parked.

Kill more creatures and create more powerful undead; Conquering more demonic beasts and subduing more junior brothers is the grand ideal of the wild boar at this time.

What exactly is the so-called bottleneck of all-night leveling? The boar will have the answer on the third day.

"Commander, I can't find where the python is, I've seen it in the stone forest corridor, and there is no python anymore."

"Are there any signs of wild boars?" Zijing Lan rubbed her tired eyebrows, and although the mountains of documents in front of her were handled by special personnel, they still gave her a headache. "Find it, or you can find the serpent."

"The hunters in the regiment said that the trail went to the north, but it quickly disappeared, and there was no map behind it." Lao Zheng truthfully reported that the python had involved too much energy from the glory elites after it appeared on the mission. "I don't think we need to continue to be nervous, the area outside is too big, let those thieves look for it, and let the brothers who have been raised go to the battlefield to reap the merits."

"Well, you go and arrange it." Bauhinia exhaled, and Ke'er on the side walked over with a cup of hot tea, although the hot tea in the game can't really relieve fatigue, but it still tastes good.

"Cousin, take a break."

"Thank you." Zijing Lan smiled, looking at her cousin's mood for some reason, she was as simple and carefree as her a few years ago, but she was just ...... Wipe the corners of your eyes without a trace, people will always relax their hearts when they are tired, and let some unpleasant things that they want to forget reappear. "Is there any news from Zhuge and the Three Kingdoms?"

"It's clear, they are a medium-sized guild in Gulangqi City, but this guild is only Zhuge that guy is there, and the other members of the Three Kingdoms are not there."

"Don't take it lightly, our glory was almost planted in the hands of this guy back then, if possible, we will directly destroy this guild."

"That's going to have to wait for the teleportation within the camp." Lao Zheng shook his head helplessly, "This old boy must have done it on purpose, let us watch them develop, and we can't make a direct move." ”

"We don't necessarily have to do it ourselves," Bauhinia Lanyu tapped on the table, "Don't forget, we still have an ally in Gu Langqi, and we have cooperated well recently, so it shouldn't be too much to hire them to do something, and the price is high." ”

"Got it." Lao Zheng's eyes lit up, and he instantly understood.

Bauhinia Lan's belly turned black, and it also had the flavor of a conspirator......

In the real world, in front of a villa in a high-end nursing home, a young man in a jeans is slowly pushing a wheelchair out of the villa gate, and an ambulance is waiting outside.

In the wheelchair sat a young girl who was sleeping soundly, and her limbs were a little thin from a long sleep, but the dress she was wearing still set off her weak beauty. The young man lifted her out of the wheelchair and slowly put her into the soft stretcher of the ambulance, and several paramedics approached to help, but the man's gaze was rejected.

His movements were light, as if he was afraid of waking the girl from her sleep.

"Mr. Xiao," two gray-haired old men walked over, "you can't go over there at the base, here's a family member's signature." ”

"Hmm," the young man reluctantly turned his gaze away from his wife, looking at the simple operation notice, but did not take the piece of paper for a long time.

"Mr. Xiao?"

"Let me think again." Xiao Teng rubbed his cheeks in some pain, and he could see that his hand holding the notice slip was trembling a little. The two old men naturally knew how he was feeling at the moment, and stood there waiting patiently.

An elderly man suddenly said: "We need to state in advance that after careful calculations and preliminary tests, the chance of success of the operation is 80%. However, if it is not successful, the patient is likely to die as a result, and we have suspended this medical research because of previous deaths. But if Mrs. Xiao doesn't undergo treatment, she won't last half a year, and she will ......."

"I'll sign it." Xiao Teng reached out and took the piece of paper and wrote his name, walked outside the ambulance, looked at the girl's haggard face, and muttered: "I sent Brother Lin away like this back then, and now I want to watch you leave, ...... Remember to come back. (To be continued......)