I really didn't expect that in the process of completing the series of tasks in the forest mausoleum, there were people who were more embarrassed than me, and they were still two people together.

Counting up, the longbow shooting the sun and the Yangtze River Delta came to the Valen Fortress at about the same time as me. Like me, they accomplished almost everything they could, and finally decided to venture into the forest mausoleum together.

The strength of two people was indeed stronger than one person, and they successfully broke through the perimeter and entered the interior of the mausoleum. But that's where their adventure ends. As soon as they entered the gate of the mausoleum, the two of them were attacked by a group of vampires, and they were out of their bodies in an instant. The two people who became souls were unwilling to give up like this, and traveled a long way to find their corpse and resurrect it again. But just before they could fully digest the first breath of being a living person, the fate of death befell them again.

Speaking of which, I have to pay tribute to the perseverance of these two friends, who have suffered not once, not twice, but five times in the experience of dying and living, which fully shows that they are more determined and courageous than me in the face of the endless suffering of the world. I even wonder if they have found some kind of true meaning in the warm tide of resurrection in the white light and the dark shadow of death in front of them, so they chose this unusual way to experience the joy of walking on the edge of life and death.

Of these five deaths, the most noteworthy is the last. This time, the orc wanderer Yangtze River Delta found a little experience, and lost no time in using the "stealth" skill at the moment of resurrection, and disappeared in the middle of a group of vampires. Seeing that he would soon succeed in escaping from Ascension, he didn't expect that at this moment, the dwarf priest longbow shooting the sun inexplicably released a life-restoring "Supreme God's Summoning" spell on him. The glow of the spell immediately exposed his whereabouts on the spot. Between the unscrupulous biting and gnawing of a group of vampires, the Yangtze River Delta immediately used all his body and mind to feel the most truly what is the veritable "call of the supreme god".

Of course, he was summoned with his most "close" comrade-in-arms, Longbow Shooting the Sun - they were really close enough that they could be regarded as "life and death together".

"When I have a halo on my body and my life is rising slowly, I even want to die!" Speaking of this, the Yangtze River Delta glared at the longbow viciously. I understand his outbursts, but he wasn't quite right—even if he didn't want anything, he would have died.

"I was trying to add blood to myself, and it turned out to be ...... The target was chosen wrong. This is how the dwarven priest explained this regrettable mistake.

The resurrection, death, resurrection, and death had left their equipment in tatters, and there was no point in continuing such a resurrection. In the end, they wisely chose to resurrect on the spot at the "resurrection point" in the city (I don't know where it is, it is said that it can only be seen when they turn into ghosts after they die, and there is a very good-looking Grim Reaper girl there, I heard that many people try to kill themselves when they are idle, just to visit the beautiful Grim Reaper) and resurrect on the spot - which is why I saw them in the city dressed as beggars.

"Then why don't you go and fix your equipment?" I asked, confused, "Of course, if you think this dress fits the fashion style of decadent clothing very well, that's a different story." ”

"This ......" Hearing my question, Longbow Shooter finally straightened his stick and glared at the orc wanderer very fiercely, "...... You'll have to ask him! ”

“…… Hey, Jeff, is this sword any good? What about lethality? I also saw a long sword in the weapon shop here, the attributes are not bad, quite suitable for you, have you ever thought about changing to a sword? "The Yangtze River Delta seemed to suddenly become interested in my weapon, hooked my shoulders and walked to the other side of the road.

Seeing him so enthusiastic, I was a little moved and said, "No need to change it, I think this sword is pretty good." ”

"Hey, don't digress, Jeff wants to know why we didn't fix the gear!" The longbow shot the sun and grabbed the Yangtze River Delta, and shouted angrily.

"Hmm...... That one...... It's just a small problem, a small problem ......" Yangtze River Delta subconsciously touched his fat belly and shook his head with embarrassment.

It turned out that before going to the forest mausoleum, the Yangtze River Delta had just learned a new skill from the wanderer trainer - "theft". Using this skill, he has a chance to steal items from others - the higher the skill level, the greater the chance of stealing something, and the more valuable the stolen items.

Having learned this skill, the Yangtze River Delta excitedly pulled the longbow and shot the sun to practice theft, and every time he stole something, the orc wanderer would return it to the dwarven priest and continue practicing. Finally, one time, the Yangtze River Delta successfully stole the money bag of the longbow shooting sun......

At this time, the guards who were suddenly patrolling the city rushed up, claiming that the Yangtze River Delta had violated the law by stealing in the fortress, and beat him up, and then confiscated all the money on him as a "fine".

Of course, this "fine" also includes the dwarven priest's longbow to shoot the sun's purse.

That is to say, standing before me now are two penniless lumpenproletarians. Except for the brazen courage to face death and a ragged suit full of flaws, they were completely and completely nothing.

On the wall across the road, there is such a sentence painted with white paint, which is simply a thought-provoking and wise quote for the Yangtze River Delta:

"Don't stretch out your hand, you will be caught if you stretch out your hand! - Announcement of the joint security team of the Valen Fortress. ”

"Is there no one to help?" I asked, "What about the string song Yayi and Fei Yin?" Can't you just ask them to send two dollars for emergencies? ”

The two of them took another mission and went to the Jewel Flower Plains together. With Fei Yin, do you think there will be money on Xian Ge Yayi? The Yangtze River Delta rolled his eyes at me, "And counting on his own ability to kill monsters, the money he earns may not be enough to buy bows and arrows." ”

"And if we let Fei Yin know that we have lost the money......" Longbow Shot Sun shrank his neck in fear with a face full of fear, "...... I'd rather run naked like this. ”

After thinking about it carefully, I think their concerns are very reasonable.

"Okay, I'll pay for you to fix your equipment, and then we'll go to the forest mausoleum together. My mission is exactly where I can't finish it. ”

After listening to my words, the two reckless men who were still fists and feet just now immediately high-fived each other with happy faces:

"Hooray, I knew you wouldn't leave us alone. You are really a sister of Guanyin who is merciful and compassionate, and has a thousand hands and thousands of eyes to save the suffering......"

Sister Guanyin? What is that? Sounds like a woman's name, does it look like me?

As soon as I finished repairing their equipment, I regretted it: as soon as I walked out of the blacksmith where the equipment was repaired, a female orc warrior with a pigtail and two thick fangs two fingers in her mouth, a face full of scars and acne, and a pair of nostrils growing almost upwards, an extremely ugly orc female warrior walked past us, and spat a mouthful of green phlegm on the ground in a rude manner as she went. On her head is such an emerald green name:

"I'm Sister Kannon"!

, where does this ugly monster look a little like me?

I should have known that I should have let these two ungrateful bastards go all the way to Blazingmane City in the northern prairies!

……

Soon, the three of us embarked on an adventure to the forest mausoleum again. The experience gained from previous failures turned this otherwise difficult and dangerous journey into a pleasant excursion. Those brutal beasts used to cause me a lot of trouble, but now they're much more well-behaved under the combined attack of the three of us.

The Yangtze River Delta and the Longbow Shooting the Sun, the two poor men who were so bad, were already red-eyed, that they wanted to scrape off a bag of dirt in the mountains and forests, and wait to return to the store to exchange money. But only a third of the way they had walked before they began to complain that their magic bags were not big enough, and they began to throw a lot of things out. Looking at their crying faces, it was as if they were not throwing something out of their backpacks, but tearing flesh out of their hearts.

When we came to the outside of the mausoleum in the forest, we realized that we were not the only ones who wanted to enter the mausoleum.

A group of adventurers walking in groups were standing outside the door of the mausoleum in the woods, looking at the road with some expectation. There are many corpses of descendants of the blood clan lying on the ground, and I think this should be a glorious achievement belonging to this group of people.

Our presence seemed to cause a commotion among these people, who began to greet us enthusiastically from afar, gesturing to invite us over as soon as possible. One of them, "Obsessed with Dreams All His Life", even ran at us impatiently.

"Hey, friend, are you planning to enter the forest mausoleum too?" As soon as he ran in front of us, he was busy asking us all his life with a dream on his face, with an expression of anticipation on his face. He is a thirty-second level human warrior, holding a "Heavy Strike Mallet" in his right hand, a shield called "Iron Protection" on his left hand, and other equipment on his body also comes with good attribute bonuses, which looks quite powerful. As a warrior, I am afraid that this outfit on my body can only be described as "shabby".

"yes." I stopped, answered in the affirmative, and slung the Sabertooth Ripper in front of me - probably the only piece of equipment I had that I could handle, hoping that this guy would notice my sword.

"That'...... Do you have any seats open in your ranks? Are there any other companions coming? "To my partial regret, he doesn't seem to be interested in my sword at all.

"No, it's just the three of us." The Yangtze River Delta interface replied.

"That's good, that's good!" Hearing this, the lifelong obsession with dreams seemed to be relieved, and he said as he walked beside us: "Can you do me a favor and let my two friends join your team." It's a five-person copy, our people...... There are two more, and there is no way to go in together. ”

To me, "dungeon" is a new concept, and it seems to refer to a specific area that is subject to some kind of magic that allows only a certain number of adventurers to enter at a time.

As the lifelong obsession with dreams says, the Forest Mausoleum is a five-person replica, and when there are more than five people in an adventuring party, they cannot enter the mausoleum. It seems that this adventurous team is facing such a problem. Originally, this problem was not difficult to solve at all, as long as two people were removed from the team, the rest of the people could enter the dungeon smoothly, but it seems that these people are not going to abandon their adventurers like this. A lifetime of obsessive dreams tells us that they have been waiting here for a long time, hoping to find an undernumbered adventuring party so that all their companions can successfully complete the mission.

Of course, there is no reason to refuse these two additional combat forces that fell from the sky, and the subsequent battles have shown that it is difficult to say who helped whom in this matter.

After obtaining our consent, he rushed back to his companions and quickly arranged two candidates to join us: one of them, Black Aurora, was an elven magician who specialized in fire spells; The other is named Klado, who is a relatively rare minotaur shaman in the kingdom of Teremay.

Also as a spellcaster, the shaman's channels for obtaining magical power are very different from those of magicians, priests, and warlocks. The power of the magician comes from the feeling and control of all the magical elements of the world, they are the most direct and pure magic manipulators, relying entirely on their own ability to use magic; Priests and Warlocks are somewhat similar in that they both establish a spiritual connection with powerful beings hidden in countless otherworldly planes, and to a certain extent "borrow" their power to cast transcendent spells, the difference is that the priest relies on many gods we believe in, and the source of power of Warlocks is more like what we usually call "devils".

Shamans, on the other hand, have a completely different method of gaining power, believing that true power does not come from the outside world, but from the soul of life. They may be the group of people who can truly understand the "power of the soul", because they are able to obtain mana through the sacrifice of the souls of their ancestors. They use various totem poles to symbolize the soul power of different beings, and rely on this bizarre power to fight.

Unlike their fellow spellcasters, who are obsessed with prayer and meditation and are mostly weak, shamans are mostly strong men. Even if they didn't rely on those strange totem rituals, their own strong combat power should not be underestimated. Because of the special beliefs involved, the shaman profession is mostly concentrated among the minotaurs and orcs scattered in the form of tribes, and it is said that there are some shamans among some of the savage human tribes in the Northland wastelands, but few have seen them.

The two new entrants seemed to be silent and introverts, and when we greeted them, they just smiled and nodded at us.

"Thank you for taking care of my two friends, if you need help in the future, just look for me, I will definitely help if you can!" Seeing that the minotaur shaman and the magician formed a team with us, and he had never forgotten to express his gratitude to us for his lifelong obsession with dreams, his hearty and enthusiastic energy made people feel very kind.

"Have a great time!" As he spoke, he beckoned to us, turned and pushed open the door of the forest mausoleum, and disappeared into the darkness of the tomb in a flash.

(Friend's wedding, overdrinking, drunk, vomiting and diarrhea, rash all over the body, embarrassed, and living up to the name of "alcohol allergy".) Now I have a headache to death, and I am desperately struggling to update, I hope that readers will be more considerate.

Then there is an advertisement: "Drow who seems kind", and the author's father sings...... That one...... It's a long song of the piano, and the character seems to be shiny, so I recommend reading it. ISBN: 1001474

There is also a very embarrassing little problem: many friends in the comment area said that I read this book under the recommendation of a certain "gate" gentleman, but so far I have no relationship with this gate gentleman who praises me a lot. If you know this person, please leave a message in the comment area, and I should thank you. ）