The following is a collection of gnawing books and sorting, and the copyright belongs to the author or publisher. What's the most painful thing in the world? My dear friends who are space-waders will have a wonderful answer.

It's when you're suffocated by a burst of internal urgency that your eyes turn blue, the ratio of water and salt in your body is seriously above the warning level, and you may leak at any time, only to find yourself on the busiest street in the city, more than half an hour's drive from the nearest toilet.

It's you squatting in the toilet and just after completing a round of normal and urgent metabolism process, you feel every pocket in your body, and suddenly find that the only piece of paper on your body is a hundred-dollar bill.

It was you who drove with your wife and children to a wilderness where there was no village in front of you and no store in the back, broke down and turned off the fire, and then suddenly found that the grandson who borrowed your car the day before had only left you half a bottle of coke with gasoline.

It's the critical moment when you say all the rhetoric, send all the real money, eat all the money, take the card, use all the pit and abduction, and finally have the opportunity to have a beautiful sister and a lonely man and widow**, and suddenly remembered that when you changed your pants in the morning, you just forgot to take out the condom that had been hidden in your pocket for half a year......

……

These answers all belong to another world that has nothing to do with me, and is so far away from my life. I don't have the slightest experience of how painful they are, and it's hard to make an objective assessment of them. But at least I believe that the frustration of having a powerful crossbow in your hand that can greatly increase your combat power, and only drooling and staring at you because you have no crossbow arrows, will never be much better than the painful experiences mentioned above.

Since no one can directly convert the powerful attribute data of the Spirit Bone Crossbow Machine into combat power, then we have to settle for the next best. I'm thinking about turning it into productivity as soon as possible. The fairy went down to the earth to keep this murder weapon for the time being, and planned to sell it as soon as possible after returning to the city, and everyone shared the money equally.

It's a shame to do this, but none of us rely entirely on crossbows to fight ranged attackers. It's a bit of a waste to think of such a high-performance crossbow as a combat aid - and if the stats of a secondary weapon are higher than those of the primary weapon, it can feel a bit unprofessional.

Continuing in the direction indicated by Baron Bink, we passed through the ruins of houses where only silhouettes could be seen, through a rugged and narrow cloister, and up a steep uphill road, freeing us from the entanglement of countless bloodthirsty walking corpses along the way. Finally, I passed through a broken underground gate and entered the inner city of the Gravel Fortress.

Although the walking corpses infected with the toxin are scattered throughout the outer city, in the inner city, we can't see even the shadow of a walking corpse. As Baron Bink recounts. It was firmly occupied by the regular army of the Empire of the Last Days. Directly opposite the inner gates are three different paths that lead to the dungeon, the graveyard, and the temple in the fortress, where the evil spellcasters are entrenched. Guards of the Corrupt, Trolls, and Vampires each guard a path to defend their own race's magical geniuses. These three paths are interconnected, and at the same time they all lead to Black Sir Arthur? The conning tower of the fortress where Dengo is located. This means that if we want to take down the owner of this fortress, we must at least destroy an evil magical minion.

"Where are we going?" Spreading out the magic map, I asked hesitantly. On the map, the three locations where the evil magical genius is entrenched are marked with a light blue mark. And our last enemy, Arthur? Dengot's stronghold is clearly marked in dark blue.

"Let's go to the temple first......" Nocturne in B flat minor just glanced at the map casually, and simply recommended the stronghold of the vampire Marquis Dobbs. Seeing the puzzled eyes of our inquiry. He paused slightly. Then he explained calmly with an unashamed face: "...... It's a bit closer......"

To be able to put such a boring reason so justifiable. This is indeed something that only short-legged Confucians can do. The only troubling thing is this: while we all know it's a shortcut to battle, no one can be sure if it's a one-way street. Especially when the survival of the world depends on the outcome of our war. I'm worried that this hasty decision to be a Nocturne in B flat minor will send the entire continent of Falvi directly to the eighteenth floor of hell.

"I'm against it! Such an easy decision is really too reckless...... "Thankfully, among my comrades-in-arms, there is a rare person who is level-headed and takes the overall situation into account. As soon as the orc warlock Ding Ding Xiaoge opened his mouth, he mercilessly verbally criticized the wayward decision of the Confucian bard:

“…… Choosing which path to take is a matter of human life and requires careful consideration. In case the most powerful boss is selected, the team is killed, and the task cannot be completed, then this half day's work will be in vain! ”

Ding Ding Xiaoge was full of words and every sentence, and we nodded again and again. The Confucian bard was speechless by his speech, and hung his head deep in shame.

"That'...... Which way do you think we should go? The elven druid fairy came down to the ground with no opinion at all, and asked Ding Ding Xiaoge timidly.

"If I had to say anything, we should choose...... Over here! Ding Ding Xiaoge stretched out his finger and confidently drew a circle on the location of the fortress cemetery.

"Why this place?" The fairy asked puzzledly, "Is the troll boss easy to kill?" ”

"I don't know if he's good or not, but ......" Speaking of this, Ding Ding Xiaoge's face was excited, "...... I found out that there were a lot of rare purple gold ores on that road! ”

I don't know when, the orc warlock, who regards mining as the greatest pleasure in his life, has already copied the shovel and pickaxe in his hand, and waved it eagerly, and the greedy light of gold was reflected in his two pupils.

"Ah, how can you be better than me, you selfish fellow? Who is in a position to criticize me? The much-criticized B-flat minor nocturne suddenly became out of breath and immediately protested loudly.

"At least I can earn back the money you spent repairing equipment after the group is wiped out." Ding Ding Xiaoge replied slowly.

"It's not about upgrading your mining skills...... "Nocturne doesn't hesitate to speculate on the motives of the orc miners with the worst malice.

"That's by the way, by the way......" Ding Ding Xiaoge didn't even blush.

All right. I have to face up to the sad fact that among my unreliable comrades in arms who are not reliable in the air, there is not one who has the great task of saving the world in mind. And such an adventurous team with no ideals and cohesion to speak of turned out to be the last glimmer of hope left in the Falvi continent.

In desperation, I couldn't help but think back to the sigh of a prince of a small peninsula hundreds of years ago when he decided to avenge the murder of a king murdered by the queen and his uncle: this is really a time of upside down and chaos, alas, I have to bear the responsibility of restoring things.

This sentence is simply a true portrayal of my thoughts at this time......

The orc warlock and the bard are still arguing, and it seems that if no one can give them a wise choice, they might be able to quarrel like this until the end of the world—of course. Given the tensions we are currently facing, the end of the world is probably just a few days away.

"Ahem......" I coughed lightly, interrupting the two of them, "...... If I were yours

.Pander to? Vesalius guards the Landing Fortress dungeon:

“…… That's probably the best option......"

The two men who were on opposite sides immediately gave up arguing and leaned over to the map to see here. Look there again, secretly compare.

"Does it make a difference?"

"yes, yes, it seems to be the same no matter how you look at it......" I didn't expect these two unprincipled guys to reach an agreement so quickly on this issue.

"You can't see the difference on the map. But......" I pointed to the Imperial guards who were patrolling back and forth on the road outside the city gates:

"Didn't you notice that the undead ground guards were lower?"

For those of us who are small in number and low in rank, and who are ready to be shackled to meat at any moment by a swarming enemy, this reason is convincing enough. Tintin Xiaoge and Nocturne in B flat minor looked at the vampires and trolls, most of whom were around level fifty, and then looked back at the rotten ones who were above level fifty. They glanced at each other. Then they nodded at the same time.

We finally agreed on our opinions. When he was about to hit the road, our Minotaur Paladin Niu Million suddenly discovered a major problem:

"Huh. Why do we have to go there, where is this? Haven't we been there yet? ”

As he spoke, the Minotaur's thick finger tapped heavily on a red marker at the other end of the map.

A feeling of powerlessness that almost collapsed hit my forehead, and I frowned fiercely, trying to restrain myself and trying not to look at Niu Million with too contemptuous gaze.

Sadly, I still failed.

The same failures that I suffered were Tintin Little Ge and Nocturne in B flat minor.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" Under our gaze, Niu Million's heart couldn't help but be a little panicked, but he didn't know why we were like this, so he could only ask in surprise, "What?" Am I saying something wrong? ”

"That...... Brother Niu...... "The fairy went down to the ground and her cheeks flushed, and said softly, "...... There...... That's the entrance to the dungeon, and that's where we came from......"

"Oh......" The road idiot minotaur paladin raised his head and looked at the sky at a pure forty-five degree angle, the afterglow of the sunset reflected on his cheeks, dyed a flush, like a shy timidity.

……

"Oops, Jeff, didn't you say the monsters here are easy to deal with!" The "white bone guard" swept with his heavy sword in both hands, and swung it at his waist, of course, according to his own waist, and slashed hard at the forehead of Nocturne in B-flat minor, causing him to scream in pain, holding his head and complaining loudly to me.

"I just said that the monsters here are the lowest, but I didn't say that they must be easy to deal with!" I tried my best to defend myself as I raised my shield to block the magical fireball that a "Bone Elementalist" shot at me in the distance. The fiery flame elemental exploded on my shield with a "bang", and a scorching tactile sensation was immediately transmitted to my hand.

Ever since I set foot in the Hitvinian lowlands, my luck in fighting has not been good. The enemies encountered along the way, except for zombies, are skeletons. It's always hard to get the most out of my saber. The bones of these rotten ones are stinky and hard, and some of them are covered in heavy armor, and they are very resistant to the piercing attacks of the long sword, so that I have been restrained when fighting them, and I have always felt like I am in a pocket that I cannot use.

"Ah...... Brother Niu, come and help me, I can't hold on! The elven druid girl who took the form of a giant bear and fought fiercely with two bone guards at the same time. The elven girl, who had a natural fear of the eerie Corrupt form, looked panicked, her neck hunched and her eyes half-closed, waving a pair of heavy bear paws and thrashing forward. She was still shouting for help at the seemingly reliable Minotaur Muscle Man - in fact, her situation was far from being as miserable as she thought, and the two bone guards had been scratched and scratched by her pair of bear paws, and they had become so miserable that they were about to die. And she's got a quarter of her health left.

"Hold on for one more minute!" Niu Million raised his big obsidian pillar and smashed it into a "white bone archer" armed with a bow and arrow, but he didn't expect this guy with quick steps to dodge and actually let this ambition fall in the air. Deeply frustrated, Niu Million immediately re-evaluated the strength of these opponents, and shouted loudly to the fairy:

"It could take three minutes!" said. Niu Million fought with his right hip heavy sword, and with a backhand swing, he knocked the obsidian pillar into the ground behind him, and the blow of the "white bone guard" was so fast that the white bone guard couldn't dodge at all. was beaten up. But to the surprise of millions of bulls, this skeleton warrior wearing heavy leather armor had an astonishingly high defensive power, and this ferocious blow only knocked out more than 120 points of his vitality. Seemingly. Niu Million's idea of a quick solution will not succeed.

"I'm afraid you'll have to hold on for another five minutes......" Niu Million shouted out of breath. But his voice was no longer loud.

It was at this time. Suddenly a white light flashed behind him, sinking deep into his back. Then the red light burst out, and more than 170 lives were dispersed with the wind. A dark and cold black shadow of the "White Bone Lurker" suddenly appeared behind Niu Million, and gave him a heavy blow while he was unprepared. The sudden appearance of this extra enemy immediately made Niu Million panic, left and right, and was embarrassed.

"Little fairy, you better ask for more blessings, I can't help you. Jeff, I'm going to be able to do it, come and help......" The Minotaur Paladin cried out in a cow's howl......

In the heat of battle, we had a hard time for half an hour. In this half-hour of swords, the only thing that is gratifying is that none of us have died, but this is also due in large part to the hidden attribute "character value" that is as ubiquitous and untraceable as the supreme god. If we look back now, we will see that the distance we have traveled is very pitiful, and the gates of the inner city are still almost close to our backs, and the speed of progress is frustrating to the extreme.

"It's not okay to fight like this!" Finally, after finishing a guard team again, Nocturne in B flat minor looked at the equipment on his body that had begun to become broken, and complained loudly with a sad face, "If I continue to fight like this, I will have to run naked to meet the boss......"

"At this current rate of advancement, when we see the boss, we will ......" Niu Million sat cross-legged on the ground, panting with his long tongue out, and said with a dejected expression.

"That ......," the fairy whispered helplessly as she rummaged through her magic rucksack with a grimace on her face, "...... If we continue like this, we may not be able to use up the magic potions......"

If other people's complaints are just casual whining in the face of frustration and no one takes them seriously, then the elven druids can't help but take them seriously.

As one of the two healers on the team, the Paladin Bull had to charge bravely on many occasions, using his powerful protection and destructive power to fight our enemies head-on, which made the fairy go down to earth to take on most of our rescue work alone. In fact, in many cases, this goddess of nature favors

After giving up fighting altogether, we became a pure medical worker, and the radiance of various healing and buff magic was spread over us.

In this dangerous zone of crisis, we can barely survive without anyone else. Then once we lose the strong support of the druid girl, we will definitely not be able to move an inch.

Therefore, if the magic potion of the fairy descent is really exhausted, it will undoubtedly announce that our adventure has come to an end. Even if we can sacrifice our lives for the survival of the continent and fight to the death, and my friends who are space-waders can even come back from the dead, we actually know very well that desperately trying to solve any problems can only make this wonderful world have a few more small and unyielding martyrs before it perishes.

…… What's more, although these comrades-in-arms of mine often regard death as commonplace. But they seem to have little interest in the noble act of martyrdom for our homeland......

“…… I have a way, maybe I can try it......" After a moment of silence, the half-orc warlock Ding Ding Xiaoge was probably not willing to let this adventure end here, and suddenly made a suggestion:

“…… I learned a skill when I was forty-eight. Being able to summon a 'Demon Hell Spirit' of the same level as me should be much stronger than other envoy demons, and maybe it will be useful, but ......" Speaking of which. Ding Ding Xiaoge suddenly spit out and looked at us with some embarrassment.

"What's so 'just'? What could be worse than now? If there's anything you can do, just say it. "Nocturne in B flat minor.

“…… It's just ......" Ding Ding Xiaoge scratched his head, "...... Summon the Spirit of War every time. will kill a random teammate ......"

Warlock is indeed a shady profession that makes deals with demons. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I couldn't believe that there was such an evil skill in this world that was so harmful to others and self-interested, and it must be sacrificed with the lives and blood of my comrades.

"That's what you're worried about?" Hearing Ding Ding Xiaoge's concerns, Niu Million screamed as if he had been insulted. "Isn't it just a death? It's not like I can't resurrect magic. There's no need for them to waste time and effort running corpses. He patted his chest heroically and said in a big way. I'm here, you just have to summon it! ”

When Ding Ding Xiaoge heard him say this, all his worries suddenly disappeared. He half-closed his eyes, raised his staff above his head, and began to recite a lengthy incantation. Everyone looked at him with curiosity, eager to see what this powerful envoy demon could summon at the cost of a living soul. I have a vague feeling that something is wrong with this plan, and it seems that some important things have been forgotten by us. But soon, my eyes were drawn to the orc sorcerer's powerful magic, and I didn't have time to think about what was missing from the plan.

Ten or so steps in front of Ding Ding Xiaoge, the space seemed to be torn apart, revealing a black crack. As the sound of his incantation grew loud and heavy, the crack widened wider and wider, eventually taking the shape of an arch. A large red paw with long nails slowly stepped out of the archway, and then a shadow as tall as a giant appeared at the other end of the arch. Two red claws held the edge of the magical space door, and then a red head with huge nostrils and long fangs, and a wrinkled and hideous face poked out of the door. With the sheer size of the war spirit, it would have been a struggle to penetrate the shackles of space, his shoulders staggered, his teeth clenched, and he let out a terrifying roar as he struggled to break free from the arch.

At the moment when the "Demon Hell Battle Spirit" was about to rush out of this spatial door, a dazzling red light suddenly lit up from inside the door and pierced into my eyes. For a moment, I felt as if my pupils had been pierced, and there was nothing in front of me but a thick red patch. This thick, bewitching shadow of blood squeezed my optic nerve, almost making me unable to think. For a moment, I thought I was dead, a victim of the otherworldly spirit that had been summoned.

But after all, I was someone who had experienced death more than once, and I soon realized that I was still alive. After a few moments, the red light cleared and my vision gradually recovered.

"Am I dead? Am I dead? Nocturne sat on the ground with her eyes closed and screamed in a hurry, groping her hands around herself, as if searching for proof that she was still alive. After a moment, he blinked vigorously, stretched out his two hands in front of him and shook them back and forth twice, and suddenly became excited:

"Haha, I'm still alive......"

"Like...... I'm alive too, right? The fairy didn't seem to be very confident in this obvious reality, and she was relieved until we nodded vigorously at her to prove that she was not dead.

It's good, the Nocturne in B flat minor is not dead, the fairy is not dead when she lands on her face, and I am lucky to be alive, so who else will be the lucky one who wins the quarter-death prize?

We immediately turned our heads to the place where Niu Million had just stood.

On the side of the bluestone paved road where a few wild grasses grew in a crevice, the mighty body of Niu Million, who had lost his soul, was sleeping there on his back. His fat cow's tongue was long and sticking out to his mouth, his two huge bull's eyes turned white upwards, his tail was stretched straight, and he had an unexpected expression of choking to death after eating too much indigestible things, as if he was very surprised that he would die here.

I can understand his surprise: when there is less than half the chance of something bad happening to you, it seems that most of the people will be very confident that it will never happen to them. But the truth is, no matter how small the odds, there will never be a shortage of unlucky people in this world.

Looking at the corpse of Niu Million, I suddenly realized what we were missing.

"If we die, can he resurrect us......" I asked, looking at the corpse of Niu Million, with some embarrassment, "...... But what are we to do with him when he dies? ”

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