Defense:198

Strength points required: 90

Required level: 49

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"This is really top quality stuff, you're really lucky." After receiving the Goethe armor, Rasuk's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he knew at a glance that he had suffered from an occupational disease again.

"How about it, do you want me to go up both grooves in one go?" Larsuk said to me maliciously with a smile.

Hearing what Qualkek said, Xiao Jia immediately shook his head and snored, as if to say: Sparring partner? I'm kidding, Comrade Xiao Jia, I am committed to winning the Nobel Peace Prize, how can I compete with you guys?

What about war-mongers doing such unpeaceful things?

However, Xiaojia's protest was immediately suppressed by me. It has now broken away from the category of projection, which means that there is room for continued improvement in strength. If it is willing to work hard, it may not be able to become a very awesome one.

A powerful monster, now is the time to train it.

With my emotional and rational persuasion, Xiao Jia finally reluctantly agreed. However, I had to make an agreement with Qualkek, otherwise these warlike madmen would accidentally kill Xiao Jia.

If it falls, who should I cry to?

Qualkek readily agreed to my conditions. In this way, Xiao Jia got a chance to practice, and the new barbarian recruits could also see the strength of wild monsters. Everyone was happy. However, this cowardly siege beast followed.

When Qualkek left, he turned back and gave me a faint look, making it look like Qualkek and I were human traffickers.

After leaving Xiao Jia behind, I wandered all the way to the Adventurer's Paradise and wandered around the trading market. Harrogath is indeed the most advanced level in the first world. The equipment traded here is better than the Demon Fortress.

There are many, at a glance, blue-level equipment. Even if there is a whiteboard occasionally, they are all high-end equipment, such as Gothic armor, two-handed swords, tower shields, crowns, etc., nothing low-level.

I had the nerve to take it out.

Do you want to sell the golden halberd that Darkfaun exploded? Seeing that the adventurers here are so resourceful, they must be able to exchange it for something suitable for their own use.

While walking like this, I was a little distracted. Suddenly, my body seemed to hit something. My steps paused slightly, but the other person flew out and sat on the ground.

"Sorry, brother, is everything okay?" I came to my senses, walked forward quickly, extended my big hand to the figure sitting on the ground, said apologetically, and began to look at the figure.

thin!!

This was my first feeling about him. His body was like dry firewood. His neck and limbs were so slender and thin that it was incredible. It was like a chopstick. As long as it was bent with a slight force, it would only make a difference.

A pair of bones in the neck and limbs with human skin attached to them will make a snapping sound.

He wrapped himself in all the clothes. It was different from the adventurer's handsome cloak. Instead, he used a weird robe made of black and white fabrics to wrap himself tightly. He wore white boots, black trousers, and white

The mandarin jacket, black top, white gloves, black scarf, and white turban look nondescript and weird.

He glanced at the hand I stretched out towards him. His face, shrouded in the shadow of a white turban, showed no emotion or anger. He just rejected my kindness and slowly got up from the ground, patting the dust on his buttocks.

Then... he lowered his head, shrank and hunched, and hugged his body tightly with his hands. His tall and thin appearance made people wonder if a gust of wind would blow him up into the air.

I was stunned when I saw the strangely dressed man in front of me and his subconscious actions. He gave people the impression that he was trying to wrap up his soul tightly with clothes and body, hiding it from anyone.

It's the same as reaching the deepest point.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" She looked at him and asked apologetically. She was really afraid that if she hit him like this, his body would fall apart like dry firewood.

"..."

Without speaking, his face slightly shrouded in shadow seemed to glance at me. With my keen sense, I caught a trace of hatred in the other person's eyes.

Wasn't it just a bump? I've already apologized. There's no need to escalate to the level of hatred. I suddenly felt depressed.

After just glancing at me, maybe not even seeing what I looked like, this strange man cowered, hugged his body tightly, and turned around to leave.

"Hello--"

"Brother Wu Fan!!"

Just when I was about to call him to stop, I was suddenly tapped hard on the shoulder behind me. When I looked back, I saw it was a barbarian warrior I had met in the bar these past few days, named Lakula.

"Brother Wu Fan, what are you doing? Let's go for a walk and come with me to have a drink." As he said this, this nearly sixty-level master ignored my resistance and easily pulled me away.

"Wait, Lacula!" I broke away from his iron-like hand and pointed at the strange man's figure.

"Do you know that guy? It feels weird."

"Oh!?" Lacula looked in the direction I pointed, and his expression immediately changed several times, and finally dimmed: "A pitiful and pathetic guy, it's uncomfortable to talk about it, forget it, don't worry about it

These insignificant things, let’s go get drunk together.”

Seeing the strange figure leaving, I fell into deep thought. In fact, I shouldn't care so much about a stranger I bumped into by chance. It's just that this person gave me a feeling, a very strange feeling. How should I describe it?

If Necromancer Rhodes exudes an aura of sadness all the time, even in his smile, then this strange man gives people an unusually heavy feeling, as if he is weighed down by a dark mountain.

, even if outsiders saw it, they would feel a little out of breath. They really couldn't figure out why this kind of weight didn't crush his body like dry wood in an instant?

Perhaps it was this opposite aura that was similar to Rhodes' that made me curious about the weird man just now.

So, in the bar, I tried my best to drink to La Kula, until he was so drunk that he started to speak slowly, and then he slowly started to talk. Even when he was deeply drunk, La Kula said about the man.

, their expressions subconsciously revealed a sense of sadness.

The name of that weird man was Niracek, and when Lakula mentioned his identity, I seemed to finally understand what the heavy feeling I felt on him was about.

Niracek is the remnant of the former tribe, the once prosperous guarding tribe who regarded guarding the Worldstone Temple as everything in their lives. In the end, they endured the humiliation and abandoned the Worldstone Temple and came to Lugaoin.

He is charged with the important task of regaining the World Stone, but what he faces is the boss of the three demon gods - Baal, the Lord of Destruction. You can imagine the pressure on his shoulders.

The next day, out of curiosity, I still went to the Adventurer Trading Market and walked around many times. Finally, I met Nilasek in a small, dilapidated and inconspicuous wooden house.

There is no window in the house, only a small door is opened. Nilasek's figure is hidden in the dark corner of the house. He still maintains the hunched and shrinking posture of yesterday, standing motionless in the corner, not knowing where he is.

What were you thinking? I didn't even notice that I entered his house.

Following the dim light, I discovered that there were some tattered equipment inside the wooden house, which instantly reminded me of Lu Gaoyin’s damn big profiteer Aigis. Unexpectedly, Niracek was also a

A gambling businessman, but looking at his current appearance, compared with the old fox Aigis, his level is too far behind.

Rather than saying that he is doing business now, it is better to say that he just wants to have a dark corner where he can hide himself. He does not seem to care much about business, and there are no adventurers here to try their luck. Apart from anything else, in

In a high-end place like Harrogas, the amount of gold coins consumed for a single bet is no joke. It often costs tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. Who has so much spare money to gamble?

"Dong——dong——"

The heavy sound of undisguised hard leather boots on the wooden board came out, and Niracek seemed to wake up from the world he was immersed in. He glanced at me, with a shocking resentment in his eyes, which was even worse than yesterday.

It was even more sharp and cold, making me even more confused. How could I have offended him?

Probably because after coming to Darkness, I have seen too many life and death encounters, so I can feel many complicated things from his eyes, like the desperate roar, regret, anger, and hatred of a trapped soul.

, unwillingness, self-blame, cowardice, inferiority, confusion... too many things mixed together made him seem to be shrouded in a layer of fog, making it difficult to figure out.

"Is there a gambling shop here? Let me take a look." I looked at each other and Nilasek, and I took the lead in speaking. My eyes glanced over the worn-out equipment on the ground, and I couldn't help but froze. No matter how these things are,

Look, they should all be some garbage.

"Really? Jie Jie Jie, these are all rubbish. If you want them, just take them. Anyway, it's the same to you. The World Stone Temple can be returned by our guardian tribe from the crusade. You adventurers, just

Just minding my own business."

After saying that, he laughed strangely, and his complex eyes showed an extremely crazy look.

I glanced at him silently, took a few steps back, and left. There was no sarcastic anger towards Niracek in my heart, only a touch of sadness and pity. Although his body was not broken, his spirit was broken and he was completely trapped.

He was in a state of madness, and it was this madness that allowed his body to carry this load-bearing mountain and support it until now. The subtle state he is in now can't help but make me think of a

A very appropriate metaphor.

You can't live, you can't die.

The heavy responsibilities left by the tribe for generations, the hopes and lashes of countless generations of ancestors, made him crazy, and the responsibilities and obligations that were forcibly poured into his mind like brainwashing made him locked up.

A layer of flail can't even kill you.

From Mara, I learned that thousands of years ago, when the ancestors of the tribe repented and made up their minds to abandon the World Stone Temple, the entire tribe still had a population of close to 50,000.

After these 50,000 people came to Harrogas, they began to cultivate themselves and recuperate, intending to regroup and develop the tribe's population to its original level. However, thousands of years have passed, and the tribe's population has not increased, but has decreased year by year.

Now, only Nilasek and less than ten people are left in the entire tribe.

The reason is that the ancestors of the tribe who moved from the World Stone Temple have been living in regret, wishing to take back the World Stone Temple immediately. In order not to forget the shame of their clan, they will never forget this strong desire.

From the moment the baby was born, it was instilled into the minds of future generations. As a result, responsibility, as well as the regret and sorrow of being unable to fulfill responsibilities, were passed on. Most of the tribesmen died early and depressed because of this, so the population decreased instead of increasing.

But now, the strong wishes of the 50,000 tribal ancestors and the trust left by generations of ancestors for thousands of years have all gathered among the last remaining tribesmen. One can imagine how much pressure they are under.

Although I really want to do something to help these poor guys, unless I go to the third world to kill or drive away Bal, and return the Worldstone Temple to them, it will be in vain.

I can only choose to slowly forget about things that I can't help with. Otherwise, there are too many hands waiting for me in this world that I can't pull out. If I don't do this, I will become one of the hands.

My profession is to be a redeemer, but I can't do anything. God, if you really let me come to this world, what exactly do you want me to do?

Because of Nilasek's incident, I have been very depressed for a while these days. Linya mistakenly thought that I had eaten something that I shouldn't have eaten and had a bad stomach, so I borrowed Mara's pharmacy to cook up a medicine.

He asked me to drink the fatal herbal juice. When I swallowed it in one gulp with a tragic mood, my face suddenly became the same color as the medicinal juice.

So from then on, I no longer dared to pretend to be a melancholic poet. Even if I wanted to cry, I would use my own hands to put a smile on the corner of my mouth in front of Linya.

Then again, in Linya's mind, have I become a natural character who will randomly pick up some strange things on the roadside, eat them and then eat them up?

Fortunately, this depressing day did not last long, and the little fox who failed to make an appointment has not yet appeared. Just when Linya tried to instigate me to leave the little fox alone to visit the werewolf clan, Malagby and
Chapter completed!