Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 25 Crossbows, Roads, Fighting Spirits, and More...
What is the most painful thing in the world? My dear friends who are involved in the air will tell you countless wonderful answers.
You are so desperate to urinate that your eyes turn blue, the ratio of water and salt in your body seriously exceeds the warning level, and you may have a bowel movement at any time, but you find yourself on the busiest street in the city, more than half an hour's drive away from the nearest toilet.
It's when you're squatting in the toilet and have just completed a normal and urgent metabolic process, and you touch every pocket on your body, and suddenly you find that the only piece of paper on you is a hundred-dollar bill.
It's when you take your wife and kids on a road trip to a remote place with no village or shop nearby and the car breaks down. Then you suddenly realize that the guy who lent you the car the day before only left you half a bottle of Coke's worth of gasoline.
It was when you had used all your sweet words, given all your real money, and suffered all your fraud and deception, and finally had the chance to have a passionate relationship with a beautiful girl, and suddenly you remembered that when you changed your pants in the morning, you forgot to take out the condom that had been hidden in your pocket for half a year...
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All these answers belong to another world that has nothing to do with me, and are too far away from my life. I have no personal experience of their pain, so it is difficult to make an objective evaluation of them. But at least I believe that when you have a powerful crossbow that can greatly improve your combat power, but you can only drool and stare blankly because you have no crossbow arrows, this heart-wrenching frustration 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 into combat power, we have to settle for the next best thing and plan to convert it into productivity as soon as possible. The fairy came down to earth and kept this weapon temporarily, planning to sell it as soon as possible after returning to the city, and share the profit equally among everyone.
Although it is a pity to do so, after all, none of us are long-range attackers who rely entirely on bows and crossbows. It is a bit of a waste to treat such an excellent crossbow as just an auxiliary combat tool - and if the attributes of the auxiliary weapon are higher than those of the main weapon, it really makes people feel that it is not doing their job properly.
Continuing in the direction indicated by Baron Bink, we passed through a ruined house whose outlines were only visible, passed through a rugged and narrow corridor, climbed a steep uphill road, got rid of countless bloodthirsty zombies along the way, and finally passed through a broken city gate and entered the inner city of the Rubble Fortress.
Although the zombies infected by the toxin filled the entire outer city, we could not see even a single zombie in the inner city. As Baron Bink said, this place was firmly occupied by the regular army of the Doomsday Empire. Opposite the gate of the inner city were three different roads, leading to the dungeon, cemetery and temple in the fortress where three evil spellcasters were entrenched. The guards composed of the Corrupted, Trolls and Vampires each guarded a road to protect the magic genius of their own race. These three roads were interconnected and all led to the fortress command tower where Black Sir Arthur Denggot was located. This meant that if we wanted to defeat the master of this fortress, we had to eliminate at least one evil magic minion first.
" Where should we go?" I asked hesitantly, spreading out the magic map. On the map, the locations where the three evil magic geniuses were entrenched were marked with a light blue mark, while the base of our final enemy, Arthur Denggot, was clearly marked with a dark blue mark.
"Let's go to the temple first..." Nocturne in B-flat minor just glanced at the map and recommended the base of the vampire Marquis Dobbs. Seeing our inquiring eyes, he paused for a moment, then explained frankly without shame: "...This road is closer..."
Only the short-legged dwarves can come up with such a boring reason so confidently. The only disturbing thing is that although we all know that this is a shortcut to battle, no one can be sure whether it is also a one-way street to death. Especially when the survival of the world depends on the outcome of our battle, I am very worried that this hasty decision of Nocturne in B-flat Minor will directly send the entire Falvi continent to the elevator to the eighteenth level of hell.
"I object! Such an easy decision is too rash..." Fortunately, among my comrades, there is a rare person with a cool head and a broad mind. As soon as the half-orc warlock Ding Ding Xiaoge opened his mouth, he mercilessly criticized the dwarf bard's willful decision:
"...Which path to take is a matter of life and death, so we need to consider it carefully. If we choose the most powerful boss and get killed, the whole team will be wiped out and the mission will not be completed. Then all our efforts will be wasted!"
Tintin's words were so convincing and reasonable that we nodded repeatedly. The dwarf bard was speechless after hearing his retort and hung his head in shame.
"Then... which road do you think we should take?" The elf druid fairy came down to earth with her face on the ground and had no idea at all. She asked Ding Ding Xiaoge timidly.
"If you ask me, we should choose... here!" Ding Ding Xiaoge stretched out his finger and confidently drew a circle at the location of the fortress cemetery.
"Why choose this place?" The fairy asked in confusion, "Is the troll boss easy to kill?"
"I don't know whether he is easy to kill or not, but..." Ding Ding Xiaoge said with excitement, "...I found out that there are a lot of rare purple gold ores on that road!"
I don't know when, but the orc warlock, who found mining to be the greatest pleasure in life, had already picked up the shovel and pickaxe in his hands, waving them eagerly, with his pupils reflecting a greedy light like gold.
"Ah, how can you, a selfish guy, be better than me? What qualifications do you have to criticize me?" The much-criticized Nocturne in B flat minor was immediately furious and protested loudly.
"At least I can earn back the money everyone spends on repairing their equipment after the team is wiped out." Ding Ding Xiaoge answered slowly.
"It's all for the purpose of upgrading mining skills..." Nocturne did not hesitate to speculate the motives of the orc miners with the worst malice.
"That's just by the way, by the way..." Ding Ding Xiaoge didn't even blush.
Well, I have to face the sad fact that among these unreliable spacefarers of mine, not a single one of them takes the great mission of saving the world seriously. And such an adventure team without any ideals and cohesion is the last remaining hope of Falvi Continent.
Helplessly, my mind could not help but echo the sigh of a prince of a small peninsula country hundreds of years ago when he decided to avenge his king who was murdered by his queen and uncle: This is truly an upside-down and chaotic era. Alas, I, the unfortunate one, have to shoulder the responsibility of restoring the world.
This sentence is a true reflection of my thoughts at this moment...
The orc warlock and the dwarf bard are still arguing, and if no one can give them a wise choice, they might continue to argue like this until the end of the world - of course, considering the tense situation we are currently facing, the end of the world is probably just a few days away.
"Ahem..." I coughed twice, interrupting their quarrel. "...If I were you, I would neither choose the temple nor the cemetery..." I tapped the fortress dungeon guarded by the undead lich A. Vesalius with my fingers:
"…This may be the best choice…"
The two people who were arguing with each other immediately gave up their quarrel, and came close to the map, looking here and there, comparing secretly.
"What's the difference?"
"Yes, yes, it seems to be the same no matter how you look at it..." Unexpectedly, these two unprincipled guys reached a consensus on this issue so quickly.
"Of course I can't tell the difference from the map, but..." I pointed to the imperial guards patrolling back and forth on the road outside the city gate:
"Didn't you notice that the Undead's guards are of a lower rank?"
For our group of adventurers, who are small in number and low in level, and who may be chopped into pieces by the swarming enemies at any time, this reason is convincing enough. Ding Ding Xiao Ge and Nocturne in B-flat Minor looked at the vampires and trolls, most of which were around level 52, and then looked back at the corrupt ones around level 50, looked at each other, and then nodded at the same time in tacit understanding.
Just when we finally reached a consensus and were about to set off, our Tauren Paladin Niu Baiwan suddenly discovered a major problem:
"Hey, why do we have to go there? Where is this place? Haven't we been there yet?"
As he spoke, the Minotaur's thick finger tapped heavily on a red mark at the other end of the map.
A feeling of weakness almost like collapse hit my forehead. I frowned fiercely, trying hard to restrain myself from looking at Niu Baiwan with too much contempt.
Unfortunately, I still failed.
The same failure happened to the Tintin-Chief and Nocturne in B flat minor.
"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" Under our gaze, Niu Baiwan couldn't help but feel a little flustered, but he didn't know why we were acting like that, so he could only ask in surprise, "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"Um...Brother Niu..." The fairy came down to earth with her face on the ground and her cheeks flushed. She hesitantly said, "...there...there is the entrance to the dungeon. We came here from there..."
"Oh..." The directionally challenged Minotaur Paladin raised his head and looked up at the sky at a pure forty-five degree angle. The afterglow of the sunset reflected on his cheeks, staining them red, like a shy face.
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"Oh, Jeff, didn't you say that the monsters here are easy to deal with!" The thick-boned "Bone Guard" swept the heavy sword with both hands, cutting it across the waist - of course, using his own waist as the standard - and hit Nocturne in B flat minor heavily on the forehead, causing him to scream in pain, holding his head and complaining to me loudly.
"I just said the monsters here are the lowest level, but I never said they are easy to deal with!" I tried my best to defend myself while holding up my shield to block the magic fireball shot at me by a "Bone Elementalist" in the distance. The blazing fire element exploded on my shield with a "bang", and a burning sensation was immediately transmitted to my hands.
Ever since I set foot on the Sithvinia Lowlands, my luck in battles has never been very good. The enemies I encountered along the way were either zombies or skeletons, which always made it difficult for my sword to exert its maximum power. The bones of these corrupted ones were smelly and hard, and some were wearing heavy armor, which had a strong resistance to the piercing attacks of the long sword, making me feel restrained when fighting them, and always giving me a feeling of being powerless.
"Ah...Brother Niu, come and help me, I can't hold on any longer!" The elven druid girl who had transformed into a giant bear started a fierce melee with two skeleton guards at the same time. The elven girl, who had a natural fear of the gloomy form of the decayed, was very panicked. She shrank her neck and half-closed her eyes, waving her heavy bear paws and struggling forward, shouting for help to the seemingly reliable tauren muscle man - in fact, her situation was not as bad as she thought. The two skeleton guards were scratched and scratched by her bear paws, and they were already full of holes and horrible. They were about to die, and she still had a quarter of her health left.
"Hold on for another minute!" Niu Baiwan raised his big obsidian pillar and smashed it hard at a "bone archer" holding a bow and arrow. Unexpectedly, the swift-footed guy dodged and the shot that was sure to hit the target missed. Feeling that he had made a mistake, Niu Baiwan immediately re-evaluated the strength of these opponents and shouted loudly to the fairy:
"It may take three minutes!" Niu Baiwan said, holding the heavy sword on his right hip, and swung it backhand, knocking the obsidian pillar towards the "bone guard" behind him. The attack was so fierce that the bone guard had no way to dodge and was hit directly. But what Niu Baiwan did not expect was that the defense of the skeleton warrior wearing heavy leather armor was surprisingly high. This fierce attack only knocked off more than 120 points of his vitality. It seemed that Niu Baiwan's idea of a quick victory would not succeed.
"I'm afraid you have to hold on for another five minutes..." Niu Baiwan shouted breathlessly, but his voice was no longer loud.
At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed behind him, deeply sank into his spine, and then a red light burst out, and more than 170 points of life were scattered with the wind. A dark and cold black shadow of a "bone lurker" suddenly appeared behind Niu Baiwan, and hit him hard when he was not prepared. This sudden appearance of an extra enemy immediately made Niu Baiwan panic, and he was in a mess.
"Little fairy, you'd better take care of yourself. I can't help you. Jeff, I'm dying, come and save me..." The Minotaur Paladin cried out in a ghostly voice...
We spent half an hour of hard time in the fierce battle. The only thing that made us happy during this half hour of swordplay was that none of us died. This was largely due to the hidden attribute "character value" that was as omnipresent and untraceable as the Supreme God. If we look back now, we will find that the distance we have advanced is really pitiful. The gate of the inner city is almost close to our backs. This slow speed of advancement is really frustrating to the extreme.
"We can't fight like this!" After finally finishing off another team of guards, Nocturne in B-flat minor looked at his equipment that had begun to become damaged, and complained loudly with a sad face, "If we continue to fight like this, I will have to run naked to meet the Boss..."
"At this rate, by the time we meet the Boss, the Olympics will be almost over..." Niu Baiwan sat cross-legged on the ground, sticking out his long tongue and breathing heavily, saying with a dejected look on his face.
"Um..." The fairy turned over her magic backpack with her face on the ground, then frowned and said helplessly, "...If we continue to fight like this, the magic potion may not be enough..."
If other people's complaints are just casual grumbles when encountering setbacks, and no one will take them seriously, then the problems raised by the elven druid cannot but be taken seriously.
As one of the two healers in the team, Paladin Niu Baiwan had to charge bravely and use his powerful defense and destructive power to fight our enemies head-on, which made Fairy Xia take on most of our rescue work alone. In fact, in many cases, this darling favored by the goddess of nature has completely given up fighting and become a pure medical staff, constantly spreading the glory of various healing and buff magic on us.
In this dangerous area full of crises, if we can still hold on after losing anyone else, then once we lose the strong support of the druid girl, we will definitely be unable to move forward .
Therefore, if the magic potion of the fairy is really used up, it will undoubtedly announce that our adventure has come to an end. Even if we can fight to the death for the survival of the continent, my friends who are involved in the sky can even come back to life and continue to fight, but we all know that fighting hard will not solve any problems. At most, it can only make this beautiful world have a few more small and unyielding martyrs before it perishes.
…Moreover, although my comrades often take risking their lives as a daily routine, they seem to have little interest in the noble act of dying for our homeland…
"...I have an idea, maybe we can give it a try..." After a moment of silence, the half-orc warlock Ding Ding Xiaoge was probably unwilling to let this adventure end here, so he suddenly made a suggestion:
"...When I was level 48, I learned a skill that allows me to summon a 'Devil Prison War Soul' of the same level as me. It should be much stronger than other servants. Maybe it can be of some use, but..." When he said this, Ding Ding Xiaoge suddenly hesitated and looked at us with some embarrassment.
"What's so 'but' about it? Can anything be worse than it is now? Just tell me what you have to say." Nocturne in B flat minor was so anxious that it jumped up and down, asking urgently.
"...but..." Ding Ding Xiaoge scratched his head, "...every time I summon a fighting spirit, I will randomly kill a teammate..."
Warlock is indeed a dark profession that makes deals with the devil. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I simply couldn't believe that there are such evil skills in the world that harm others for personal gain and can only be used at the cost of the lives and blood of comrades.
"Is this what you're worried about?" Hearing Ding Ding Xiaoge's concerns, Niu Baiwan shouted as if he was insulted, "It's just a death. I'm not a magician who can't revive. There's no need for them to waste time and energy chasing corpses." He patted his chest proudly and said, "I'm here, just summon me!"
When Tintin Xiaoge heard him say this, all his worries disappeared. He half-closed his eyes, raised his staff above his head, and began to recite a long spell. Everyone looked at him with curiosity, eager to see what this powerful servant demon that could only be summoned by sacrificing a soul looked like. I felt that something was wrong with this plan, as if we had forgotten something important. But soon, my eyes were also attracted by the powerful magic of the orc warlock, and I had no time to think about what was missing from this plan.
About ten steps in front of Ding Ding Xiao Ge, the space seemed to be torn apart, revealing a black crack. As the sound of his chanting became louder and heavier, the crack opened wider and wider, and finally became the shape of an arch. A huge red claw with long nails slowly stepped out of the arch, and then a shadow as tall as a giant appeared at the other end of the arch. Two red claws supported the edge of the magic space door, and then a red head with huge nostrils, long fangs, and a wrinkled and ferocious face poked out of the door. With the huge body of this fighting spirit, it might take a lot of effort to penetrate the shackles of space. His shoulders shrugged, his teeth clenched, and he let out a terrifying roar, struggling to break out of the arch.
Just as the red-faced "Devil's Prison War Soul" was about to rush out of the space door, a dazzling red light suddenly lit up from inside the door and pierced my eyes. For a moment, I felt as if my pupils were pierced, and there was nothing in front of me except a thick red. This thick and enchanting blood shadow squeezed my optic nerves, making it almost impossible for me to think. For a moment, I thought I was dead and became a victim of summoning the alien war soul.
But I had experienced death more than once, and soon I realized that I was still alive. After a while, the red light faded and my vision gradually recovered.
"Am I dead? Am I dead?" Nocturne in B-flat minor sat on the ground with his eyes closed, shouting in panic, his hands groping around his body, as if looking for evidence that he was still alive. After a moment, he blinked hard, stretched out his hands in front of him and shook them back and forth twice, and suddenly became excited:
"Haha, I'm still alive..."
"It seems... I am alive too?" The fairy came down to earth with her face on the ground, seemingly not very confident about this obvious reality. She only breathed a sigh of relief until we all nodded vigorously at her, proving that she was indeed not dead.
Very good, Nocturne in B flat minor is not dead, the fairy descended to earth and did not die when she fell face down on the ground, and I am lucky enough to be still alive, so who will be the lucky person to win the quarter of the death jackpot?
We immediately turned our heads to where Niu Baiwan had just stood.
Next to a bluestone road with a few weeds growing in the cracks, Niu Baiwan's soulless body was lying on his back with his legs spread out. His thick tongue was sticking out from his mouth, his two huge eyes were turned up and turned white, his tail was stretched straight, and he looked as if he had choked to death from eating too much indigestible food, as if he was very surprised that he would die here.
I can totally understand his surprise: when the probability of a bad thing happening to you is less than 50%, it seems that more than half of people will firmly believe that it will never happen to them. But the fact is that no matter how small the probability is, there will always be unlucky people in this world.
Looking at Niu Baiwan's body, I suddenly realized what problem we had missed.
"If we die, he can revive us..." I looked at Niu Baiwan's body and asked with some embarrassment, "...but if he dies, what should we do with him?"
