My name is Tucker, and I'm a dwarf who is dying.

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The dwarf looked out at the outside world with a mournful face and a translucent glass lid of the catapult. If it is according to the ejection speed and ejection height of the catapult. By now, he should have almost fallen to the ground and returned to the arms of "Sidam".

Thousands of calculations have missed this link. Tucker, who had just gone through great joy and sorrow, looked into the distance with some stiffness...... The "giant beast" that connects the earth and the dark clouds has a sad face.

Just when the catapult capsule was about to land, a vigorous force suddenly "pulled" the catapult capsule that was about to land. Tucker, with his eyes closed and ready for the onslaught of landing, found himself getting lighter and lighter...... , getting lighter and lighter. Then, there was a tragedy.

Tucker, a glorious dwarven engineer, died in a tornado due to his cowardice and eagerness to flee without controlling the direction of the catapult pod. Tucker even saw his own stupid epitaph in the dwarven cemetery in the Francisco Mountains.

I don't want to die like this!

Take a look at the energy system of the ejection chamber,...... It works. Check out the anti-shock device,...... Not bad. Take a look at the spare propellers in the air,...... Not bad.

Is it possible to get out of the towing range of a tornado,...... No way.

Looking at the scarlet energy lightning flashing in the distance, I felt the catapult pod fly faster and faster in the direction of the approaching storm. Tucker counted down his death. It's just the edge of the storm. He didn't want to be swept into the center of the storm and assimilated by the Chaos Demon into a monster that only knew how to kill, and then be torn to pieces by the torrent of energy.

Tucker dug into the pockets of his clothes, trying to find a suicide weapon that he could handy. The dwarves don't want to use their warhammers to slap their heads with their own hands, and that disgusting death would be better than being torn apart by the storm. But Tucker felt for his empty pockets and suddenly found that the short man was wearing a new dress.

"Damn! I cursed the short notice that let me come out with a bath towel on. Tucker yelled suddenly in anger. Don't...... Tucker looked at the rough war hammer in his hand with some reluctance, it must be painful to kill himself with this thing!

But there really wasn't much left.

Gently peeling off the clothes on his body, revealing the bath towel that he hadn't had time to take off. The dwarves lying flat in the ejection bay were nervous and slightly holy, raising their warhammers in the cabin as they slowly drew closer to the dark sky.

Whoever said that suicide is a coward, and the dwarf with some sweat in the palm of his hand found that even suicide actually requires a lot of determination.

Tucker found that he had ...... shrugged. He was scared. It's better to be torn apart by the storm. After much hesitation, Tucker tossed the hammer aside. As a noble, proud dwarf, he didn't want to say goodbye to the rest of his life with this way of dying.

Tucker, who blamed himself, touched his trouser pocket and tried to take out some tobacco to add more courage to his suicide, but found it again...... It's not your own clothing at all. The frustrated dwarf tore his clothes and pants to shreds, leaving only his fat and fluffy bath towel to accompany him through the last moments.

The bath towel seems to be a little tight...... Completely out of the mood, Tucker impatiently tugged at the knot strap around his waist......

It's a bit hard...... , it seems that there is still a little bit of a waist......

"Damn...... , short ......," the dwarf murmured in disbelief. In the palm of his outstretched hand lay three blood-red stones. Tucker suddenly remembered that on the way back from receiving the notice, the old face of old Ah Xiu who came to collect gambling debts. "Old Ah Xiu, if I live, you are my father. Bacchus is my grandfather. Tucker said with a sudden bloodshot look in his eyes.

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Blood Essence Stone, a stone that must never touch water.

Of course, it's okay to touch it, as long as you don't put it near a high-concentration demon spirit source.

Of course, it's okay to let it go, as long as you don't put more than two water-stained Blood Essence Stones near the same Demon Spirit Source.

Of course, if you do, you'll be fine.

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Tucker desperately squeezed out a little water from the bath towel that was about to dry out, and dripped it on the three blood essence stones in the palm of his hand. Again reinforcing the hood that used the ejection bay's energy source, Tucker still seemed a little uneasy, so he stuck the war hammer next to him on the lock of the hood.

With a slight slit, Tucker, who was trembling with excitement, suddenly hesitated, picked out a blood essence stone and put it back on his waist. Then he threw the blood essence stone in his hand viciously like throwing a hot potato. Finally, slam the hood shut. ...... Sweating to the point of collapse, Tucker slowly leaned against the other end of the ejection chamber, slowly closed his eyes and prayed silently to the great dwarf Bacchus,

-- Success or failure is here.

With a slight crisp sound, the experienced Tucker knew that the blood essence stone inside had begun to melt and react, and it was constantly spewing out a high stream of energy.

Now, Tucker only hoped that the chaotic flow of energy that would escape from the Bloodstone would push him away from the tornado's direction before he scorched.

"Dionysus, bless! The next tribute will be a good wine that is more than fifty years old. ”

Under the darkness of the night, as if a meteor had crossed the sky, an unidentified object dragged a long blood-red tail flame dangerously past the traction range of the huge tornado...... Fly into the distance.

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I don't know if it's an illusion. Kerr felt a lot lighter. During the period when the demon spirit was infected, he thought too much about it, and it was self-defeating. Now, Kerr feels like he's living again.

No need to smirk or pretend to be indifferent. Although the crowd still doesn't understand how funny it is to misspell the second French style. However, people are also beginning to understand and begin to embrace this shift. Kerr was not in a hurry to reintegrate into the crowd, but learned to observe and listen.

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This is the fourth day of following the migration team, and the pace of the herd has not stopped since that little episode yesterday passed. Kerr still listened patiently as an apprentice as Rouse explained the knowledge that the old mage had stored in his head, and from time to time he smoked a few unlucky ghosts to understand their fears without their knowledge, and to carry out his own propositions.

It was still the same calm day as ever, the sky was still so dark and deep, the world was still full of black "light" and various halos, and even the monitor lizard used for transportation was still the same as yesterday. The only difference is that this time I finally changed into a more smart set of clothes.

Ever since someone had been assimilated into a monster, the old people had re-examined the intact structure of the talisman they were wearing, and found that everything was intact. In this way, humanity once again gained a rare peace.

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It was also the fifth day that Kerr's demon spirit infection was cured, and Desi's fate was thought of. The boy had to sigh about his luck.

"Are you protecting me?" Kerr caressed the crow on his chest as he had occasionally slipped as he had done before, looking up at the still silent sky. The purple eye in his left eye seemed to see through the darkness to see a farther distance.

This is a natural "dark vision". Squinting his eyes, Kerr looked at the world that was completely different from the eyes of ordinary people, and his face was full of curiosity.

The boy saw migratory birds in the sky that were not afraid of the wind...... and saw the raging clouds...... and saw the tremendous energy that enveloped the whole world...... , also saw a ...... Well...... Twinkle meteors?

A blood-red meteor suddenly streaked across the empty black sky. It was so dazzling that even from a great distance, one could still feel the tremendous energy that was being spewed from behind. ...... explosive, and extremely unstable, even a chaotic outpouring of energy.

Looking at the strange meteorite on the black curtain, which sometimes went east, sometimes west, and sometimes fell, the people who began to find out that something was wrong quietly sweated for it.

"It's coming here!"

I don't know who shouted. The humans who ran with the herd watched the meteorite slam downward, but could do nothing. The direction of millions of demon beasts is not something that can be controlled by just a hundred or so humans.

Thankfully, the chaotic energy suddenly shifted direction, causing the "meteorite" to slam diagonally into the ground on the side of the herd, bringing up a cloud of dust.

However, this strange object, which looks like a meteorite, still has no intention of stopping even when it hits the ground. The gushing energy constantly gives it the momentum to move forward, making it impossible to stop easily. Wandering back and forth around the herd and roaring, it caught the attention of everyone, and all the curious monsters............