Diablo Destruction

Thanks to the girls who had taken the girls to Harrogas with the Goths and they learned a lot from them. The gorillas at the time were still... well, no, then the IQ was not saved. , Completely orangutanized.

I was stuck in the snow cave for the past two days. I was bored and remembered a lot of past events, especially the treasure hunt with the Gorilla gorilla. In retrospect, I laughed a lot. I was gloating with the Gorilla gorilla and even myself.

"Well, there is still something missing."

Staying in the closed dark cave, the screaming wind and snow outside gradually seemed to go away, only the bonfire in front of me was gently swaying, and it made people feel silent, gradually, even the sound of the heartbeat seemed to become a loud noise, constantly Echoed in the cave.

There was indeed something missing, and I said to myself louder.

I looked around.

Originally, it was enough to dig four or five cubic meters in the snow cave. If it was too large, the temperature inside the cave would fall, but these two days were really boring. I picked up the craft I learned from the Gorilla gorilla. It is to dig the snow cave into three rooms and two halls, digging in a square, neat, and beautiful, if this skill returns to the original world... well, it can probably be upgraded from a brick mover to a wall master.

As a result, the digging was too large, the wind came from all sides, and the extra doors were blocked.

Even if the painting of the snake is full, what are the shortcomings?

I actually know the answer.

Swipe your finger to open the skill bar.

"Cough." I cleared my throat like a broadcaster.

"It is now one year and ten months. It is located in an unknown artificial snow cave in the Yarrait Plateau."

After thinking for a while, he said: "In the snow cave, the only survivor of the world, the last hope of mankind, Druid Wu Fan, a boring person is talking to himself."

"This guy is already at level 28. It is reasonable to learn third-order skills, but he still only knows how to perform a fire storm. It is really stupid to get home. Everyone give some applause, encourage and encourage this kind of courageous challenge, like to give I’m going to increase the difficulty yourself."

Clapping claps clapping hands, and also acts as the audience.

"Now, this guy is finally awakened. No, it's better to say that he can't bear it anymore. The lonely one wants to cry. It's too bad to be a savior."

"Now, the stupid former savior finally has to learn new skills."

After finishing talking to yourself, your eyes stay on the summoning system. Of course, none of the skills is lit up.

In reality, you are undoubtedly going to be transformed into a stream, so in the dream test, you have to change your taste and experience a different path, such as summoning the stream.

No, no, I have never heard of Druid specializing in summoning the stream.

Then you can take the dual stream? Elemental flow plus summoning flow, or if you can't worry, regain the transformation flow, plus summoning flow, super stable.

No, no, no, no better than the real European Emperor, there is not so much dark gold equipment, not so many skill points, only specializes in one line, it is best to specialize in one line, to practice to the extreme, maybe have the opportunity to surpass For myself, although I still can't be sure where Evelina wants me to surpass.

However, if you specialize, it is easy to be restrained by certain monsters with special attributes, such as elementary flow. It is not uncommon to encounter monster lords with three lines of resistance in the Third World?

That’s right, but learning the summoning flow doesn’t help for this kind of monster. If you want to solve the problem, it’s more appropriate to transform into a flow plus an elementary flow. The combination of physics and magic is the dual cultivation of monsters. Kingly way.

You do not learn to summon flow, how do you know if it is strong or not?

No, in fact, I am also learning, don't you think they are Xiao Xue?

That relies on skill variation. Have you really understood the summoning flow? Have you really worked **** summoning skills?

It really doesn't.

Questions and answers in my mind, the skill box in front of me, is also constantly shaking, as if at the moment of my heart.

Excuses are just excuses. In fact, I just want to find a companion. Even if I can't speak, I can only listen to my companions. Recently, I gradually realized that it is too stupid to talk to oneself.

However, that was not Xiao Xue.

Moreover, with their **** with Xiao Xue, I am willing to let the summoned pets rush to the front like other druids, let them sacrifice again and again, and summon new ones as meat shields again and again?

Even if this is just a dream, even knowing that they are just dream creations.

No, it is better to say that, after knowing this, trying to communicate with any living creatures here, including calling your pets, is a ridiculous thing, because they are just items created by Evelina.

Retreating ten thousand steps, even if the feeling of master and servant like Xiao Xue really happened, what should they do when the test is over?

Therefore, there is no way... Moreover, the skill points really have to be used sparingly, used on the tip of the knife, the road ahead is so difficult, the test is so far away, and I have to waste a fortune, too irrational.

The outstretched hand trembled for a moment, and finally retracted, ruthlessly wiped the skill bar, deep in the snow hole, only a deep sigh left...

On the top of Arret, under the pedestals of the three ancient barbarian statues, a few small characters were engraved.

Two years and one month.

It took a little more time.

There is no way to get lost.

A small line was also engraved on the cover of the huge stone book in the central altar.

Three uncles, you have gained weight.

In the holy land of barbarians, if such words are found, it is estimated that they will be chased to the end of the world by 300,000 Spartan barbarians.

In the dream, it doesn't matter at all, who will let the three uncles not explode things, and none of the three most stingy bosses in history.

A month later, in the depths of the world's stone temple, above the throne, came the roar of the projection of the great demon Barr...

Three days later, there was a small string of words on the pillars of the wooden gate of Camp Roger in the Second World.

Two years and two months.

ps: Threw Evelina into the pit, goodbye.

ps2: Deceptive, just thrown in the pig house.

ps3: I hope I can remember it when I come back.

In front of the entrance of the Royal Palace of the Second World, Lugaoin left a similarly bad handwriting soon.

Two years and eight months.

ps: This is impossible, compared to the time spent in the first world s2: touched.

ps3: Did I forget a very important thing that I don't want to remember?

On the village entrance plaque of the Hradic tribe...

Three years and one month.

ps: Tia Summoning!

ps2: Tia Grand Summoning!

ps3: Call of Tiatiati!

Kurast, on the door of the Omas house...

Three years and nine months, probably.

ps: who am I?

ps2: Where am I?

ps3: What should I do?

In front of the ancient Kurast...

Four years and four months, probably.

ps: lost.

ps2: Remember who I am, my name is Liang Feifan.

ps3: There is feces in the sewer!

Cui Fanke, in front of the tunnel entrance of the parliament hall leading to the hatred cage...

Four years and six months, probably.

ps: lost again.

ps2: I don't know what to say.

ps3: It seems that I haven't spoken in a month, is it okay with my voice? Can it still be used? Never mind, it doesn't matter.

Above the temple square fountain of the Fortress of Demons...

Four years and eleven months, probably.

ps: Lose thoroughly.

ps2: I don't want to write anymore.

ps3: I still have to write it down.

The stone wall beside the gate of the group of demons...

Five years and three months, probably.

ps: back.

ps2: The anti-thunder is not enough. In the city of God's Punishment, he was almost split into dogs. He also had to spend more time on equipment. Fortunately, he kept his eyes and learned lessons, and registered several convenient delivery sites in front.

ps3: The intensity of the monster is gradually coming up...

Five years and nine months, probably.

ps: I am back.

ps2: Anti-thunder equipment should be enough.

ps3: Level 46, the level gradually becomes difficult to improve, the days without bugs and amulets are more difficult than expected.

In front of Chaos Refuge...

Six months and another month, probably.

ps: I have to be careful. There are a lot of monsters. It is too hard to forget the knight.

ps2: I don't want to fall into the melt anymore.

ps3: Maybe I should recall what I am doing.

Harrogate city gate...

Six years and two months, maybe.

ps: coming soon.

ps2: What should I do in the third world? What will change?

ps3: August never ends.

It is still the gate of Harrogas, below the first string of text...

Six years and seven months, maybe.

ps: You are in trouble.

ps2: Almost embarrassed in the Yarrait Plateau.

ps3: The existing skills alone can't handle it anymore. Either continue to optimize, increase the changes and damage of the skills, or upgrade a few more levels, wasting time or wasting skill points. This is a problem.

It is still the gate of Harrogas, below the second line of text...

Six years and nine months.

ps: I made a death.

ps2: He has been wounded for almost a month.

ps3: I tried using the double technique, and my right hand was almost abolished. Sure enough, the master and the second brother only dared to use it in the pseudo realm. Without the powerful body of the mutated bear, the strong body could not exceed this limit. .

Yarette Plateau, next to the bodies of armored beasts and demons...

Seven years, probably.

A shame.

In the end, the skill points were still used, and it seems that you can only take the route of double cultivation of monsters.

Snowing……

On the pedestal of three barbarian statues on the top of Arret...

Seven years and six months, it doesn't matter.

Won, this is based on the fact that they have fought countless times in the realm of dreams before, and they are familiar with the routine. Otherwise, relying on the current combat strength alone, I am not their opponent.

Sure enough, it has to be promoted to the realm of pseudo realm to be secure.

I, uh, nothing.

On the angel statue of the Fortress of Demons...

Eight years and one month, everything is fine.

I’m back, and I’ll grade it.

Try to speak, I can't believe that the sound I made is my own.

I, uh, still nothing.

Camp Roger, outside Hagath’s tent...

What about eight years and five months?

Fortunately, I found some pure water, and it is worthy of being a student of Akara.

When Bi Xubo was surrounded by countless sinking demons, he broke through the state of mind when he was in a bitter fight.

In fact, I always wanted to ask, how long have I not laughed? Since when has the message become serious, am I still me?

who am I?

Come to the top of Arret again...

Eight years and eleven months, I really can't remember it, or many months, maybe a few months, or even the error may be one year.

I finally reached level 60, because of the previous experience, it was not difficult to break through to the realm of pseudo realm, and it came naturally.

Comparing with Brother Master II and Brother Tarasha and Sister Sarina, they finally know what a gap is. There is no plug-in. I really am not a genius, maybe even ordinary adventurers.

I’ve been in a bad state recently. I have been in a daze for a whole day. Maybe I have to do something, such as shaving the beard that has grown to the chest, cutting off the shoulder-length hair, and sorting out the appearance of my savages.

On the Throne of Destruction engraved with the names of "Alice Villas, Sara Linia, Tia Lucia, Altria," etc...

Nine years and one month.

Beat Barr without difficulty, in fact, the state of mind is enough.

I really want to go back and miss my home.

The names of the girls alone must not be forgotten.

Camp Roger...

Nine years and one month.

Shamelessly begged in front of Evria, not only did not want to give up the test, but also afraid to continue this way.

I am a terrible person, terrible.

Everia did not respond to me, as expected.

Camp Roger...

Nine years and two months.

There are thirty scratches on the pillar, which should be thirty days. This is probably the most accurate one in these years.

Thinking nothing, the brain spent a month empty.

Does this really make sense? Is such suffering really necessary? In order to be happy, do you really have to experience such painful torture?

Harrogas...

Nine years and three months.

I went to Lal's house, I went to Linya's house, I went to Vitas village, I went to the cathedral, I went to the Hladik, I went to the elven, I went to the fox and wolf, this month's itinerary.

All places are empty~www.readwn.com~ Am I really dreaming? Am I in a dream? Am I still alive?

Camp Roger...

Nine years and four months.

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Camp Roger...

Nine years and five months.

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Camp Roger...

Nine years and six months.

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Camp Roger...

Nine years and seven months.

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Why do we have to record, in order to prove anything? For example, he is still alive.

Camp Roger...

Nine years and eight months.

Can't go on like this.

In other words, it is time to give up.

Come to think of it, the purpose of this test, why am I here, even if it becomes a walking dead, I want to protect everyone.

Stone Temple of the Second World

Nine years and eight months, this should be the last record.

Give up before you can insist.

Lonely, can focus.

Despair is fearless.

Numbness will last forever.

This is Druid Wu Fan.

I want to become stronger.

I want to protect everyone.

I want to be with my family and friends until I get old.

The dagger that has been accompanied for a long time, just used for lettering, and the endurance has bottomed out, inserted next to me, I resolutely stepped into the world stone transmission array.

The sky and the moon turned upside down, and unprecedented dizziness and nausea poured out of the limbs and corpses, turning into a torrent of blood flowing directly into the brain. The hum was exploding, and the consciousness fell into darkness before it was time to react.

The eyelids quivered and slowly opened, and Lin Ya's quiet and sweet sleep was reflected in the hollow and numb gray-black pupils.

Before the distinction is true, the tear glands have completely collapsed...

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