Diablo Destruction

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"Hello. I said, your kid's recent training is a little absent-minded."

On the training ground, the old drunkard carried the spear on his shoulder, rude action, sloppy skin, and the ones that often appear in comics, those chewing gum in their mouths, carrying baseball bats in the streets and alleys, fighting rogue gangsters It looks like it has completely overlapped.

"This is the case? No, hasn't you practiced here with you all day?" I looked at Carlos and Seattlek next to me in confusion, not being sure about the old drunkard's words.

"Huh, you think you can hide my eyes. Recently, you have finished training a lot earlier, and you are always in a daze when you rest. I am right."

"You control me, in short, I don't have to be lazy when training." I rolled my eyes at the other party.

Haha laughed a few times, the old drunkard ignored my eyes with a sense of distance, and sat up, hitting my waist with his elbow. Asked: "I heard that you have been running towards the miser recently, why? You two get together, and what kind of tricks do you want to play, how about it as fun?"

"How do you know?" I gave each other a curious look.

"Humph, you seem to have forgotten who I am, Elder Kasha, the military commander of the entire Rogge camp, don't underestimate my information, hahahaha~~~"

"By the way, most of the soldiers have managed Seattle recently." I followed her aside.

"Don't stop by asshole!! I call it decentralization, decentralization understand?"

The old drunkard who was vomited by me almost didn't swallow by his own laughter, coughed a few times, and scolded angrily.

"She knows such a profound word [decentralization] so much?"

Looking aside, I asked Seattle in amazement.

"Oh, this is the case. Teacher Kasha seems to be reading a book that I don't know what, and I think the word is very deep. I have to say it a dozen times a day."

The unspoken Seattlek didn't know that he was demolishing the teacher's desk, and he continued to explain.

"For example, in the past few days, I occasionally appeared in the patrol and assigned a few tasks, and I would say to the soldiers: I have a few tasks here to delegate to you, and the like."

"Me, Carlos: "..."

"What the **** are you doing with the miser guy?"

The skin is so thick as that of an old drunkard, even Carlos and I have overlooked the pitying eyes. It is probably very boring recently, and she continues to play soundlessly.

"It's not fun. Ask him for some magical questions." I responded and told the truth.

"Huh, that's how boring it is."

"In that case, you are not more bored to ask." The old drunkard and I continued to quarrel.

"Oh, Brother Wu, haven't you found the cause of your bottleneck? You don't seem to have made any progress these days."

The good guy Carlos played a round for us, but it was a bit pungent.

"Yes, I went to the second floor of the tomb specially a few days ago, and raised my level to forty. It seems to have no effect." I said, holding my head in distress.

"Don't worry, it may not be obvious to upgrade one level. You are only forty now. It is not difficult to upgrade. If you upgrade a few more levels, the shackles may be released."

Carlos patted my shoulder and comforted.

"It would be nice if this was the case, but after I upgraded to this level, I faintly felt that my current bottleneck seems to have little to do with the level restrictions."

"what the **** is it?"

Carlos asked in surprise. I don’t doubt my words. The instincts of adventurers are very sensitive, especially regarding the situation of their own appearance. If I say this, it is probably a very common thing.

"It's good to know. Besides the level, what are the limits?"

"Could it be attribute points?"

On the other side, Seattlek suddenly opened his mouth, and since the competition, and after a complete tie-breaking with Carlos, this big man fought, although still so manic, but in ordinary times, it obviously became gentle and enthusiastic A lot, at least not to stare at you all day, like to tear you apart at any time.

"It shouldn't be. You also know that the shackles of levels and attributes are actually corresponding. If the level is not the reason for limiting strength, then most of the attributes are not, unless the attribute points are added wrong."

Carlos shook his head. The growth of levels and attributes is actually proportional. That is to say, if the level is not a cause of shackles, then the attribute is probably not. Conversely, if there is a situation where the level limits its own strength development, then the attribute Most of the time, it will also insert a meaningless foot.

Of course, in addition to Carlos mentioned the situation, add the wrong point. For example, the barbarian is crazy. The mage is crazy, but I believe no madman will do this. This method is simply to soak your life in the septic tank.

"So say... eh? Brother Wu, what's wrong with you?" Carlos turned back and was about to say something, but he saw the other person in a daze for a daze.

"No... nothing, hahaha, how could there be anything? Look at me, hahaha~~~"

I recovered and hurriedly covered my laughter, even myself, I could feel the falseness and panic in the laughter.

"You shouldn't... make a mistake."

The old drunkard looked at me suspiciously. According to the truth, there are countless predecessors' experience and lessons of blood, and there should be no problem of adding mistakes in this era.

In particular, the druid is actually the best career to add points, strength, agility, and physical druid are all, and the physical druid is the most popular, as long as it is not to add Quanzhi. There is no too strict restriction on the druid. With eyes closed, there is no big problem in the other three chaos points. Of course, this is a personal suggestion. It is better to add to the needs of the team.

"Even if you're a guy like this, you shouldn't make any mistakes." So the old drunkard said so.

"Of course, I didn't add the attribute points wrong, but said that my energy was not added at all, and it was all accumulated by the equipment."

I gritted my teeth and looked at the old drunkard. Although we are not smart people, IQ is also among the general public. Are you saying, "Even if you are a guy like this", you are mocking in full screen? But I represent the civilian population, underestimating the power of the masses will die miserably, bastard! !

"Well, some of them are too biased. Even the barbarians need to increase their energy. But your kid is well equipped and there is no big problem."

Caxia murmured subconsciously, a flash of light flashed in her mind, she seemed to think of something, but she didn't catch it. At last, she slapped her head, revealing an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Your kid, wouldn't it be that you keep a lot of attribute points without adding it."

I:"……"

Three Kasha: "..."

"Ha...hahahaha, that, is... there is such a little bit, how can you know." I turned my head away and dared not face the three pairs of sharp eyes.

"Compare your heart, you also know that the old man of Fara is stingy. When he used to practice, he kept a lot of attribute points. Every time before going to bed, he had to take a look at the attribute panel to steal."

When Cascia said these words, her eyes were full of undisguised contempt.

It is said that the old drunkard and old man Farah had teamed up together in adventures when she was young, so she knew that these were not surprising.

"So I'm thinking that your camp is the third sting, shouldn't it be like a miser, store attribute points and steal music."

"..."

I guess I was half guessed. Every night I glanced at the three-digit attribute point, the fun of secretly laughing... I can really appreciate the happiness of the old Fara.

"I've been hit by it, and I know it's the same way." Seeing me look thoughtful, the old drunkard immediately cocked his tail proudly.

"Also said to me, weren't you the second sting? The same was the case at the time." I glared at her, reminding the other person that Roger's second sting was a little bit more enlightened.

"My second sting is only after I return to the camp. As for the old Farah, hum."

With a contemptuous grunt, the old drunkard secretly said to us: "From the moment he was born, he cut a forehead on his forehead. It is said that he ran into the arms of his mother before the age of five to drink milk."

Oh, if it wasn’t for the old drunkard’s malicious slander, it was really big news. In a flash, my soul of gossip burned.

"So, your current bottleneck is probably not related to your attribute points. To be honest, how many attribute points do you have left?" When the words turned, the old drunkard asked his head straight at me.

"This... isn't a lot."

"How much is it?"

My vomiting aroused curiosity, and even Carlos and Seattle stared closely.

"Cough, this is a person, everyone should respect it." I raised the banner of human rights.

"I keep fifteen." Carlos.

"I keep ten." Seattle grams.

"Me? Of course I didn't stay at all. That stuff is useless to me."

The old drunkard laughed a few times, his expression and tone were extremely natural, but he didn't know why, but he always felt a great sadness in it.

"..."

Good guys, three colluded together, and Carlos, you bastard, didn't you just take a few sweets from your baby girl, do you need to be so careful?

I glared at Carlos indignantly, and then I opened the property panel, and observed it, to be honest, because there were a few pieces of God's equipment on my body, except for the helmet, the other parts were replaced without interruption. How many fixed property points are there? Counted.

"Well, that, probably, there are so many..." I extended three fingers.

"Thirty?"

Seattle is rather stern, and it was really misguided by my ambiguous answer, but the other two people were not so fooled.

"That's what a ghost is." The old drunkard looked at my three fingers suspiciously, and touched his chin. It seemed that he wanted to see something mysterious from the top, and he asked for a long time in uncertain.

"Wouldn't you mean... three digits."

"..."

Why does this guy's sixth sense always appear particularly sharp in the least sensitive place?

Seeing that I didn’t speak, the eyes of the three began to widen dramatically. Even Casia, she was just guessing wildly at first, and she couldn’t believe it. She didn’t expect to hit by mistake. .

"Are you an idiot? Forty levels only have a few attribute points, only two hundred points, you have more than half of them!"

A moment later, the old drunkard grabbed my collar and shook it fiercely, even Carlos and Seattlek were full of pity in their eyes.

No wonder when it comes to the bottleneck, the strength cannot always be improved. It is strange that such a reserved attribute method can improve.

Of course, they don’t know that I have a soul interlock. In fact, the overall attribute is not much lower than that of the 40th-level druid. Among them, intelligence and agility, because there is a small ghost added by all intelligence, and a high sensitivity added by Shar Sister Na shared that it was the leader and the reason for the bottleneck, probably because there was a big gap between strength and physique.

All in all, the reason is found. Although I don’t know whether it is right or not, I obediently added 60 of them, 30 points each to strength and physique, and kept 40 points, plus the God’s equipment bonus on my body, It is estimated that we can make up six or seventy points, and then upgrade a few levels, we are again a three-digit upstart.

In fact, even if they don’t say it, I’m also preparing to improve my strength and physique recently, because with the improvement of their level and the increasing ability to share, now they have basically shared to the limit, waiting to reach the limit For more than 30 levels, if I don’t improve my attributes, they will not get any sharing bonus.

Increased strength and physique to 96 and 102 respectively (not reduced, it used to be the attribute bonus of equipment, now it is the basic attribute in the naked state), I feel that the body is really light and a lot of things. He said that he turned into a moon wolf, picked up a whiteboard sword and played Carlos. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect. It really improved. No longer like before, I always feel that I still have the power, but I’m just like constipation. The same can't hold back, lose all unwilling to lose.

Although, it was still miserable by Carlos.

It may be that after solving the bottleneck problem in the recent period, I am in a good mood. I naturally work harder during the practice, but looking at the time, I still finish the training one hour earlier than usual. Say goodbye to the three people and wash by the nearby river. After going to sweat, go straight to the stone tower of the Master Guild.

In the center of the Magisters’ Guild, there is a stone tower with a height of hundreds of feet. The stone towers are cylindrical and stacked one upon another. I don’t know how many years have passed. The appearance is simple and old. It is very solemn and looks up from the bottom of the tower. Looking at the top of the tower as if it were straight into the sky, it really felt dizzy.

Don't laugh at my brother, I haven't seen a skyscraper in seven years...

The Master’s Guild in Camp Roger, and this Master’s Tower, still has a taste of the Master. The rest of the tents seem to be more refugee camps than the Master’s Guild.

This stone tower is where the masters of the camp’s Master’s Guild are engaged in learning. Of course, important and confidential experiments, such as the manuscripts I brought back from Tarasha, as well as the research of life energy, are all in the basement of the Master’s Guild. Conducted in secret, the experiments in this stone tower are more common and less dangerous.

Farah was very unlucky recently, originally thinking of taking a few days of rest time to complete the private research on hand, but I didn't expect that Akara was going to work early in the morning the next morning, and the tasks assigned were Is to study the healing pharmacy with several alchemists.

This job is easy, but in terms of magic, Fara has always been afraid of suffering, and he is afraid of boredom. It is precisely this research that is his least cold field. The magic field that Fara is good at is an explosion-oh, of course, in Farah seemed to be ignorant of these ignorant guys.

What he is best at is magic circle research, whether it is a large magic circle, such as a compound magic circle, or a small magic circle, such as enchanting, enchanting on chopsticks, speeding up the speed of picking vegetables, enchanting on the comb, and speeding up hair fall Speed ​​is his best personal research. Of course, as everyone knows, the magic circle is extremely unstable, and explosions are also inevitable.

In the stone tower, he was sullenly working with those alchemists (mage-type pharmacists are also classified as alchemists, unless they are pure pharmacists who do not understand magic), although this experiment is not Brain-consuming, but very cumbersome and extremely time-consuming. This is one of the places that Farah hates. There is no challenge, wasting his youth, if he still has...

"Old Farah, are you there?"

I learned from Farah that what they are studying now is to improve Lena’s temporary treatment. It’s not too sophisticated experiments. I’m not too polite. I rushed in without knocking on the door, and saw the table full of bottles and jars. There are also various solutions, which are somewhat similar to the original chemical laboratories in the world, but the research taste is more intense.

Farah was detecting something in front of a table of solutions. He raised his head and glared at each other after hearing the news. With the rumor of the Master Guild, it was because the guy in front of him, to be precise, was her sister, so she had to end the vacation early.

What's even more annoying is that there is an item in the mission goal to improve the taste of the potion. Just thinking with toes, Farah can come up with such a request. Which idiot put forward it. When he used the potion as a juice, the taste Do you want to change? To change even a little bit of taste, hundreds of kinds of medicinal ingredients must be recalculated with magic formulas, and the experiment must be repeated thousands of times.

"What's the matter with you kid?"

Looking at the sky outside the tower, Farah greeted several other masters. Five or six masters in the robe immediately took the steps at hand, and recorded the progress one by one. ~www.ltnovel.com~ It's off work.

"I didn't understand the magic yesterday. You can teach me again." On the way back, I took the opportunity to ask for advice.

"I don't understand such a simple thing. Did I learn the basics of magic before I gave you that?" Farah reprimanded the old seller.

"Haha, you also know that my ability to understand is limited." People have to bow their heads under the eaves, I endure! !

"Well, that's it, this time the reward is five complete gems, no one can be less."

"Yes, as long as I can learn, I will always receive your reward."

I rolled my eyes and answered, but I wondered whether I would take out the news of the old drunkard today and ask for a bargain.

Then, carefully took out an old booklet, turned a few pages of yellow pages, and asked in detail.

The booklet records a relatively unpopular trick of the Druid-visual sharing.