After partying all night long, a bonfire was lit up at Camp Rogue to illuminate the night as if it were day. Everyone was celebrating, hugging each other, dancing around the campfire, gulping and laughing, and even the most stingy businessman was enveloped by the atmosphere and began to serve free drinks. The children frolicked around the fire, smiling innocently.

Everyone celebrates the fall of Andariel and wishes their heroes.

However, it is a pity that the heroes who defeated Andariel were injured and rested in their tents and did not attend the feast.

Of course, not all heroes went to rest.

In Akara's tent, seductive moans rang out continuously, and the naked Mo Wen pressed the equally naked Akara under him and whipped him hard.

Different from the first time, this time Akara seemed to be extraordinarily active, cooperating with Mo Wen to make a shameful posture.

The liberation of the monastery allowed her to return to her homeland, and due to the death of Andariel, the fallen Rog also recovered, and although her body was damaged by the erosion of demonic energy, and her mind became fragile, she still survived. Therefore, she was very grateful to Mo Wen and deliberately curryed favor with him.

Looking at Akara who was tactfully rejoicing under him, a sense of satisfaction rose faintly in Mo Wen's heart.

Outside the Rogers were still celebrating, but they didn't expect that their Great Elder, the only High Nun in the camp, was screaming under the hero in their hearts at this time, making obscene gestures one after another.

The pleasure of blasphemy made Mo Wen move faster and faster, and finally with the sound of magic flowers outside, the two stepped into the peak together.

Holding Akara's snow-white plump carcass, Mo Wen smiled contentedly, and lay down on the carpet to rest, after all, he had a big battle with Andariel, and it was already good that he could hold on to it.

Looking at Mo Wen's handsome side face, Akara sighed softly, she touched Mo Wen's cheek, and then put her hand down.

Gently pulling away Mo Wen's hand holding her, she stood up, the white liquid slid down her thigh, she didn't care, but walked to a box and rummaged through.

After a few moments, she walked over with a scepter in both hands.

Gently placing the scepter on the carpet, Akara knelt on the carpet with her legs together.

"Mr. Modi Seattle! We owe you some favors that we can never repay, and I only hope that in time we can rebuild our monastery. We will be eternally grateful to you, my friend, for our parting gift to you. ”

Mo Wen, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

He pulled Akara over and gently picked her chin, so that her eyes were on him, "Just friends?" Sister Akara, you are ruthless. ”

"Feel free to come to me if you want, I'm willing to do anything for you, but I'm not leaving Camp Rog, and I'm afraid you won't stay."

Akara's face was calm.

Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders and picked up the scepter on the ground to play with it.

The Redemption of Grace Walder

The Staff of God

One-Hand Damage: (111-125) - (129-146) (120-135.5 Average)

One-Hand Damage: (121-135) - (149-166) (135-150.5 Average)

One-Hand Damage: (131-145) - (169-186) (150-165.5 average)

Required Level: 66

Required Strength: 78

Agility: 56

Durability: 70

Range: 2

Base weapon speed: [-10]

+200-240% Amplification Damage (variable)

+250% damage to the undead

Requirement -20%

40% increased attack speed

Groove(4)

+2 Combat Skills (Paladin only) (2 set items)

+10-20 Damage (3 Set Items)

+10-20 Damage (Fully Equipped)

One of the legendary accessories of the Paladin's top green set, Grace Walder, is the weapon scepter.

Originally, when he was in Tristram, Mo Wen was still regretting that he didn't get this set of legendary equipment, but he didn't expect to come across one here.

Holding the scepter, Mo Wen shook it gently, it was a little heavy, and it seemed that he would have to hone it for a while before he could use this scepter as his main weapon, and the hexagonal fire would have to be used for a while.

"Just such a piece of equipment? We're fighting for your life and death for you, Sister Akara, and you're too stingy. Holding the scepter in his hand, Mo Wen was in a good mood and teased Akara.

Akara gave Mo Wen an angry look, "The thank-you gifts of the warriors will be handed over to you when you leave." ”

Mo Wen smiled and looked Akara's delicate body up and down. "Is this for me alone? So, have my two hard work not been in vain? ”

Akara's face flushed slightly, and then he said casually, "It's just that we just happen to have a top-of-the-line suit suitable for a paladin." ”

Mo Wen Dark Music, although there is only one, but Gracewald's redemption itself is an essence-level weapon, and there are four grooves on it, once it is inlaid with gems or runes, the power will rise, and it can be used as a thing at the bottom of the pressure box in each force, which can be sent out so lightly.

"Yes, Yes, the most expensive of all, Sister Akara, just happens to have it." Mo Wen laughed and took Akara into his arms, "I'm suddenly interested again, how about we have another one?" ”

Without waiting for Akara to answer, Mo Wen kissed her on the cherry lips.

After a while, muffled moans rang out from the tent again.

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Early in the morning, Mo Wen quietly got up, pinched Akara's still sleeping little face, got dressed and left the tent, and walked towards his residence.

In a day or two, when Bruce and Jacob's injuries have improved, they will be leaving, and he and Akara will probably not cross paths again.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of forcibly contracting Akara, but doing so was just getting a contract of servitude, and Akara would never give up her sisters.

And a contract of servitude is of no use to Mo Wen at all, as for Akara itself, does he still lack beautiful women?

Although her fair and plump body and noble and majestic temperament did bring him a lot of happiness, but that's all, in terms of appearance alone, she is not as good as Qiu and Hermione, they have only been together for a little more than two months, and the relationship between them is far from being deep, Mo Wen is just out of the psychology of hunting for beauty, and Akara just hopes that Mo Wen will help her rebuild her home, even if she still has some nostalgia for Mo Wen in the end, she will never be able to catch up with her feelings for her sisters.

The square was full of drunken adventurers, and with their physique, lying outside for a night was not in the way.

The morning breeze blew slightly, and Mo Wen squinted his eyes comfortably, but then he smiled bitterly.

A figure was standing outside his tent.

Lillian was standing in the same outfit she had used to face Andariel yesterday, her javelin and shield ready.

"Had a good night last night, didn't you come back all night?" Lillian sneered.

"It's not bad, I slept quite comfortably." Mo Wen touched his nose.

"Akara?"

Mo Wen hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Really?" Lillian had a bright smile on her face, but there was a piercing murderous aura in her eyes.

Gripping the javelin and shield in his hand, he walked in the direction of Mo Wen.

"I'll settle accounts with you later." The two interjected, and Lillian whispered.

But Mo Wen stopped her.

"You want to turn your face with me for that woman?" Lilian's face was ugly.

Mo Wen shook his head, not to mention Lilian's strength, but with her figure and appearance, Mo Wen would not turn his face with her for the sake of Akara, but he would not watch her slaughter Akara, not to mention the trouble caused by this, but just the two were entangled just now, he couldn't let Lilian do this, pulling birds ruthlessly and watching his wife kill Xiao San are two different things, and he can't afford to lose that person.

"Now, Lillian, we've been together for a long time, you know pretty well what kind of person I am, right?" Mo Wen looked into Lillian's eyes.

"Of course," Lillian sneered, "except for your strength and appearance, you're a scumbag!" ”

Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders, but did not deny it.

"So what do you want to say now? Let me let Akara go? If you dare to touch my Lillian Dina's things, you will pay the price! ”

There was murder in Lilian's eyes.

"I'm not your thing, at least not now."

"I've only heard that the weak belong to the strong, but I haven't heard that the strong belong to the weak."

Looking at Mo Wen quietly, Lilian smiled.

"You mean to have a fight with me here?" The hand holding the javelin tightened, but the smile grew brighter.

Spreading his hands, Mo Wen chuckled and said, "If you want, I don't mind, but you and I both know that you are not my opponent now." ”

"Huh! You have to try it to find out! ”

Lillian suddenly moved her hand.

The javelin in his hand stabbed at him, and blinding lightning swirled around it.

Charged Strike!

Mo Wen didn't feel strange, he exhaled slightly, and a cold-colored aura exploded violently.

Lillian's movements paused, but continued to stab her.

The javelin pierced Mo Wen's body straight.

Lilian's eyes shrank, and her movements slowed down subconsciously, she thought that Mo Wen would dodge, after all, he was not wearing armor now, and he didn't have a shield in his hand, and he would definitely be ruined if he was hit by her.

But the next moment, her face changed, the javelin pierced Mo Wen's chest but did not cause the expected damage, and a metallic grinding sound made her javelin a beating, although it also pierced Mo Wen's body, but it was only trapped in the flesh.

"Iron Shirt!" Lillian withdrew her javelin and looked at Mo Wen with a cloudy expression. Although she was affected by the freezing aura, she also regained some strength in the end, but the only thing that can cause this defensive effect is the barbarian's fourth-order martial art Iron Cloth Shirt, which is different from other attack techniques, this is a special means to hone your body, and then improve your defense, and finally achieve invulnerability. It can be said that barbarians who can't hold shields can ensure their lives, except for the armor on their bodies, which is this skill.

"That's right!" Mo Wen touched the wound on his chest, where a faint trace of blood flowed.

He sighed secretly in his heart, it seemed that his cultivation was still not enough, and Lilian couldn't prevent at most sixty percent of the attacks.

But he still said: "How can I say that I am also a barbarian, maybe I haven't practiced other martial arts much, but I won't give up in the iron cloth shirt, in the battle yesterday, do you think I was injured relatively lightly just because of luck?" Except for you in the distance, Jacob and Bruce in melee haven't gotten up yet! ”

Lillian gritted her teeth and finally lowered the javelin.

Mo Wen, who has the dual martial arts of a paladin and a barbarian, is indeed not something she can defeat now.

"Well, from now on I won't care about your business, but when I defeat you, I'll talk to you about today's affairs!"

With a cold snort, Lillian turned and went back inside the tent.