The thinker traded a small bottle of spring water, a dozen drops of transparent liquid were contained in a transparent glass bottle, the top half of each drop was cloudy with a little green, the bottom half was clear and transparent, and without external force, these liquids kept turning and flowing, and their own spirituality made them look graceful.

"Nymph's Tears (Ten Drops): A Rank A special item, with a small chance to be produced in the Greek Mythology story world.

Effect: Use it on a certain unit (including but not limited to Explorer, Follower, Chosen One, etc.) to permanently increase one of its four-dimensional attributes (the lower the initial attribute, the greater the increase, and the single attribute above 35 points cannot be improved!) ）；

When used on a plot unit, temporarily increase its charisma by 10 points and gain 10 opinion points (the effect decreases after multiple uses).

Item description: The Nymphs are regarded as a member of the elves, they haunt the earth (physique), mountains (strength), fields (agility), and sea (intelligence), collecting the essence of heaven and earth to serve the gods, and when they die, the kind Nymph will use tears to condense the essence in it, becoming a magical elixir with magical effects. ”

Items that can directly improve attributes, even if there are huge limitations, their level and value will not be too low. As for whether it can be worth two million points, it can only be said that the benevolent and the wise have their own opinions, and if they really meet the right buyer, this price seems to be just an ordinary silver plot equipment.

For example, for Zhao Gao, with the strange existence of Meng Buhou, this bottle of medicine is difficult to refuse - Meng Buhou's attribute is a shortcoming after all, although there will be ready-made cultivation methods in the land of the gods, but the process will not be simple, rather than doing complicated tasks at that time, it is better to use it directly.

Judging from the information that is known so far, the soldiers can be killed in battle, and once the unit is killed in battle, it is equivalent to disappearing forever. Even if another "strong man" type of sect soldier is also brushed out, it is extremely difficult for the fit of skills to reach the height of Meng Buhou - in fact, Meng Buhou is a pure commander-type unit, and the only real shortcoming is himself.

"You used the Tears of the Nymph to enlighten Meng Bufu, and Meng Bufu's intelligence attribute has increased by 7 points!"

"You used the Tears of the Nymph to enlighten Meng Bufu, and Meng Bufu's strength attribute has been increased by 8 points!"

……

"You used the Tears of the Nymph, and Meng Bufu sensed the power of nature in ten divine revelations, and gained a new skill, 'Elven Blessing', from it."

"Elven Blessing: B-rank skill, the power of the ancient elves protects this unit, reducing the damage of various skills by 33% and dodging 16% of ranged attacks."

Meng Buyu was still fighting on the battlefield at this time, and Zhao Gao almost did not hesitate to pour this bottle of divine spring worth two million directly on his head, but this guy was just smirking and smirking, and his obscene temperament was not changed at all.

The beautiful elf was actually blind and willing to protect him, and it can only be said that his status as a "peasant leader" played a huge role. As the most sensitive spirit in heaven and earth, the elves have a natural affinity for this kind of unit with atmospheric luck, and if you change to another unit, you will definitely not get this special effect.

It's a pity that such an ascension has little effect on the battlefield. The British army has an absolute advantage in terms of numbers and individual strength, and the advantage of the French army in terms of terrain is not obvious.

Edward III's face was gloomy, and after Fiona forced several Pioneers into the battlefield at all costs, the situation on the battlefield was worse than he expected - his "feudal heavy cavalry" and "Barclay infantry" were all fighting and retreating, and they had basically remained intact until now; The replenishment of the thinker's army supply is no longer as smooth as the original, and several "instructors" have been divided by the chaotic army, and it is difficult to form a situation of mutual cooperation and combat, and the threat to the British army is greatly reduced; The elephant soldiers and wooden spear warriors of the Savage Followers were basically depleted, and only a team of elite elephant soldiers with a group of plot forces temporarily held an unimportant alley entrance, which was regarded as his last bit of combat power on the bright side.

The rest of the title Trailblazers are even more unbearable. The rogue army under the bearded man has long been wiped out and I don't know where it is, even he himself has just been thrown into the battlefield under the eyes of Edward III, and now occupies a commanding height and is constantly besieged.

As the battle situation deteriorated, Edward III's eyes gradually sharpened from the calm at the beginning, and the aura of the superior emanating from his body continued to accumulate, and the air in the entire golden sweat tent was solidified with great power.

His people were obviously still sitting in place, but the orders that came out seemed to come from the distant void, which made the pioneers who had just tried to have other ideas accept the orders one by one and turn away, obviously this is the most common image of the rulers, and the image that can be accepted by these pioneers.

In the land of the gods, most of the pioneers can be called gods, and the title pioneers are the creation gods of a small world, but on this battlefield, the only one who can be called a god is the man on the throne in front of him.

No one could resist his order, and even if they had to put down their bodies and fight in person, they did not dare to disobey him.

Everyone had an intuition that Edward III, who offended this state, would definitely be killed by him without hesitation!

"My lord, your knight has polished his spear!"

After all the orders were laid out one by one, before all the pioneers entered the battlefield, several angry and suppressed roars suddenly came from outside the golden sweat tent, followed by a low and majestic voice, imprinted into the ears of every pioneer.

"Edward's Knight of the Long-Legged Guard!" I don't know who whispered in which corner, but no one noticed this, and everyone clearly smelled the thick bloody breath still coming through the camp, mixed with chaotic killing intent, which made people's skin shrink for a while.

"Hold the entrance to the territory until the second order arrives!" Edward III whispered, and the doors of the tent immediately opened automatically, allowing people to see clearly what should have been a void outside.

Thirteen knights who were shrouded in black armor all knelt outside the tent door, and one of the knights led by him slowly stood up with his spear on the ground, turned over and rode on the black war horse beside him, and then raised the gray-black spear in his hand, and the twelve people behind him seemed to have received some order, and all repeated this action.

When all thirteen spears were raised, the horses let out a roar again, and although there were only thirteen horsemen, the momentum displayed was no less than that of thousands of horses.

"Your will will be carried out thoroughly before my spear breaks!" There was no emotion in the knight's tone. As soon as he bowed down slightly on the war horse, the entire war horse bounced in the air, breaking through the void in front of him and throwing it into the battlefield below.

Edward III, the ruler, finally showed his hideous minions.

PS: I didn't expect me to have more at this time, hahaha!