The Search for the Lost Life

The author has something to say: I really can’t hold on today, and I have to get up at 6 o’clock tomorrow to go to work, so let’s put a small half of it first, and make up the rest tomorrow

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So, finish it early!

The moment the words came out of his mouth, Bai Xiaoba regretted it.

She covered her face in front of the computer, not daring to look at the screen, for fear of seeing a series of "..." or "XDDDD" in the channel, and so on.

Why did you commit the second crime again?He obviously wanted to follow Mo Bai to a tough life, but he couldn't help slipping out this sentence!

However, before Bai Xiaoba could find a way to restore her image, she was shocked to see Mo Bai's figure gradually disappearing before her eyes.

"This, is this really Mother Earth fooling me?!!!" Bai Xiaoba couldn't help posting on the team channel.

Then, she saw Whispering replied: "...the power or the internet was cut off suddenly."

"..." Only then did Bai Xiaoba realize that he was a game, and Mobai met in the game, and the disappearance of the game character was naturally due to being offline.

In fact, what should really be complicated is the whispered sadness.

He sent Bai Xiaoba for Mobai, so that she would not be suspicious, but he knew that Mobai would never face the problem of "offline", she really disappeared from their eyes, just as she was staring at the ground After a while.

Mobai, what's going on?He opened the friend list, and the mobai in it was still on, but the color turned into a strange blue, cold, just like her eyes.

This is not the color that this game system will give. Whispering doesn't know what is going on with Mobai in other people's friend lists, but he also knows that he can't ask.

As for Mobai, she is now in a wonderful space.

She herself didn't know how she got here, she only knew that she was pulled in by a strange call from the ground.

Mobai held the weapon in his hand, and looked around vigilantly, surrounded by thick fog, looking lifeless.

The surrounding temperature seemed a little low, even Mobai, who had been in a relatively low temperature state, felt a bit of coolness penetrating into the bone marrow.

Here, too, there is no wind.

Mobai chose a direction and slowly moved towards it.

A black figure appeared in the mist, very broad and low.Mobai stared closely at the past, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

It was just a fallen tree, no, it was no longer a big tree, it was only a dry trunk, showing a dark brown, without a trace of life.

Along the way, there were dead grass and trees under my feet, just lying there like that, very cold and silent.

"Ha..." Suddenly, there was a slight, sigh-like breathing sound not far away, with a strange sense of air that seemed familiar, and Mo Bai bent down beside a dead tree.

The voice gradually approached, and finally, Mobai saw the source of the voice.

In the mist, first a pair of white glowing eyes appeared, and then its body gradually appeared, with shoulders and arms, and then gradually narrowed down, and when it approached the ground, there was almost only a wisp of thin cigarette.

Yes, the first living creature he finally saw—in fact, Mo Bai didn’t know whether it was a living creature—looked like a cloud of black smoke condensed.

However, even if it is condensed by smoke, it undoubtedly has a certain thinking ability.

It looked back and forth, as if it was looking for something, and then leaned towards Mobai.

Mo Bai quickly selected it and looked at the data, but was surprised to find that the data panel failed to display successfully.

She still couldn't know what the other party was.

At this time, the ghostly monster was already close enough to Mobai, the red blood strip was close at hand, Mobai had no other choice.

A icy touch hit the phantom monster, Mobai covered his whole body with icy energy, and slashed at it with a long sword in one hand and a sharp ax in the other.

When the sword pierced into the ghost monster's body, there was a feeling of nothingness, as if what was pierced was just a wisp of smoke, and there was no real feeling at all. This feeling really seemed familiar, and Mobai probably had an idea.

Sure enough, the phantom raised its head and screamed, and grabbed it with a cold breath.

This is an elemental creature, similar to the Mana Wraith that was first seen in Fatherin College on Sunstrider Island, but of course the level must be much higher.

After judging the category, Mobai set his eyes on the thickest black mass under the two eyes of the phantom monster, which should be its key point.

These thoughts and judgments are only for a moment, and in the next second, Mobai will cover the weapons held in both hands with the frost plague, which will make her attack not just a pure physical attack.

Jumping back to dodge the phantom's attack, resisting its scream, Mobai quickly dodged behind the phantom, and struck down between the eyes with an axe.

Sure enough, a big red number appeared above the ghost monster's head, a critical strike.And its red blood bar shows that it is less than half.

The attack is effective, and the level of this wraith is not much higher than the monsters on Nagrand.Mobai made a judgment in his heart, kept moving his feet, and swung to the right to avoid the ghost monster's angry counterattack.

The ear-piercing scream made Mobai's ears ache. It must be said that blood elves' ears are too sensitive, but there is no time left for Mobai to complain about this.

She endured the dizziness caused by the sharp sound on her head, and another cold touch hit her, and then she jumped up, and the weapon in her hand hit the dark place with blade-like ice.

The Frost Strike of both the main and the deputy's critical strikes left only a trace of blood on the Phantom's health bar. Because of the vital points in the attack, Mobai's attacks were often the result of critical strikes.In the end, the phantom fell under Mobai's hands, leaving behind a pitch-black ball.

Mobai inspected the corpse and couldn't help frowning.

There was nothing in the body, even the gray ones that could only be sold in shops.

This is unusual, as if the current environment makes people feel more and more weird.

Mobai frowned, looking thoughtfully at the black crystals under his feet.

Picking up something is the privilege of the players that Whisper said, that is, the warriors in the mouth of the aborigines.Of course, because Mobai has half of the aboriginal identity, she has certain specialties in picking up, for example, if she wants, she can even sell all the clothes worn by humanoid monsters.

Perhaps the pirates who were killed by Mobai should be thankful that Mobai was not so crazy about money.

Killing the mana wraith on Sunstrider Island before, although nothing useful would be dropped, at least some broken crystals or mana residues would be seen, and this one in front of him has nothing but a ball that does not show up when picked up. No.

She once tried to pick up a stone that was also not shown on the ground and hand it to the shopkeeper, but the stone was thrown casually and failed to sell even a copper coin.

So, this sphere that does nothing is nothing.

Mobai suddenly thought of the matter that she was injured earlier but failed to heal in the diet.

She originally thought that it was a strange phenomenon caused by the wound passing through the gap in time and space, but combined with the current situation, she couldn't help but start to doubt it.

Think again of what Alex Tessa said, and the sudden change in attitude after that.

Mobai clenched his fist, could it be so?

Or is this space also not part of the game?

Mobai knew that he couldn't make a definite judgment now, or he could find a way to find Alex Tessa to ask what happened, or he could find the answer by himself.

Obviously, Mo Bai prefers the latter.

In this short time of thinking, the sound of horseshoes came from a distance.

Mobai immediately found a cover and looked in the direction of the sound of horseshoes.

A black shadow was gradually approaching, breaking through the thick fog and galloping towards him. The moment he saw it clearly, Mobai suddenly realized that it was the voice calling to him.

The other party actually had the same cold eyes as his own, as if he could see through life and death.

With a neigh, the rider stopped, and a hoarse voice remembered: "Come out, blood elf. You didn't come here to hide and kill these wandering death wraiths."

He was talking to himself, Mobai knew it well.

Finally, she stood up and walked in front of the rider, but she did not relax her vigilance. The frost plague was always wrapped in weapons, ready to attack or defend at any time.

"Very good, Blood Elf." The rider's voice sounded a little weird, like he was laughing.But his whole body was shrouded in the cold armor, and Mobai couldn't see his face.

The rider raised the two-handed battle ax in his hand, but it didn't look like he was going to attack, it looked more like he was about to swear something.In the next second, Mobai heard his hoarse and deep voice sound like a narration: "Frost sharpens our attacks, blood strengthens our bodies, and immortality makes us emit evil anger in fierce battles. Death The eyes of a knight have seen a thousand atrocities, and any foe who dares to look into them will feel the warmth drawn from their bodies, replaced by steely coldness."

His eyes moved away from the battle axe, and he stared at Mobai again, as cold as he said: "Blood elf, this is the death knight, the real death knight."

"And you are just an anomaly." The rider said emotionlessly, "I don't know why you can have the identity of a death knight, but you can hear my voice and come here, at least it means that you have the status of death knight." Sufficient strength, your strength allows you to withstand all kinds of death knights."

The war horse under him shook his head and snorted.

Its eyes are also ice blue, with a hint of blue coldness, just like its four hooves.Its head looks like a skeleton, with a pair of white bone horns, but it will never be mistaken for goat horns.Its body is covered with a black-gray battle armor, and the four legs exposed under the battle armor are only skeletons, but they are thicker and harder than the legs of the whispering undead horse.

It has a biting aura all over its body, just like the death knight on it.

"Blood elves, power is always the fairest, no matter what you are, you are standing here now." The death knight said coldly, pointing the battle ax in his hand at Mobai, "So, I will treat every death the same Knights generally test you, as long as you can defeat me, I will recognize you as a death knight and give you the mount you should have as a knight."

Every real death knight will have a warhorse returned from death - Acherus warhorse.