Diablo Destruction

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Back to the camp the next day.

Near the door of the house, on the grass that I usually lie on, I lay there lazily, with a tender grass leaf in my mouth, and sighed gently.

I should be able to go back to the camp and meet my lovely wives. I shouldn’t have sighed, but now there is something that worries me about the little black charcoal.

It wasn’t her blood blood of the night demon. I woke up before I came back. There was a daily report from the elder clan intelligence leader Huang Duanzi’s maid. I wouldn’t miss such an important thing.

It's another thing, about the professional problem of small black charcoal.

It was more than two months since I left, and everyone was not idle, especially the maid and daughter Huang Duanzi and Xiao Heitan.

On the one hand, continue to supplement the nutrition of small black charcoal, want to raise her white and fat, on the one hand, also take the time to exercise her agile reach, after all, if you want to become an adventurer in the future, then you can be in the room The hand that escaped from the capture of the little ghost cannot be rusty, and it will be useful no matter what occupation you change.

For example, the young girl Tia of the Sunshine Vitality, her current skills, dealing with a melee adventurer in level ten or twenty, there is no problem with the lever.

It is not that the teacher cannot exercise a nimble and agile skill. The setting in this novel does not exist in the dark continent. Of course, the so-called technical profession has specialization, the level is higher, and the realm is higher. As the skills gradually deepen and the development direction is different, there must be no way to compare the mage occupation with the melee occupation.

The topic is off, in short, the maid Huang Duanzi, who sells cute men with expired contraceptives, has fulfilled her duties as a mother. During this time of leaving, not only did the small black charcoal that was previously as thin as wood look healthier, but it also continued to exercise the skills of the small black charcoal.

The problem lies in career choices.

All of us tend to hope that Little Black Charcoal can be transferred to an assassin or mage.

The mage's words, the little black charcoal itself is much stronger than ordinary people, otherwise the painful worm would not choose the little black charcoal as the host.

After the painful worm incident, the little black charcoal's spiritual power has become much stronger, plus the blood of the night monster is much better than mortals. For example, IQ, for example, understanding ability. For example, the skill that I never forget, is to dump my father a few streets.

These innate and acquired talents are all excellent skills for learning magic knowledge and becoming a mage. If it is not for the maid of Huang Duanzi to watch, it is estimated that the shameless **** of the old Fara will try to take a lollipop. Little black charcoal abducted when she was a student.

There is also the assassin, little black charcoal is still an ordinary child. The skill is so flexible that letting her be an assassin is naturally full of her talents. Even the instructor of the training camp, after watching the skill of the little black charcoal, patted her chest to ensure that the little black charcoal is now. As long as they are systematically trained and learned, they can be transferred within four to five years.

Little Black Charcoal is only ten years old now, and even counting the frozen time, it is only twelve years old. After four or five years, at the age of fifteen or seventeen, melee professionals are no longer than mages, and they need to take longer training to be able to change jobs so early. It is definitely a genius among geniuses.

You should know that when Ben Druid traversed that year, he was reported as a genius when he was twenty-three years old. Ordinary adventurers generally changed jobs around thirty years old, but the league has developed very much in recent years. Quickly, I heard Akara saying that there are more and more qualified adventurers. This average age may be one or two years earlier.

Uh... the topic started again.

In short, no matter whether the mage is still an assassin, the little black charcoal can get the water out of her, and exert her own advantages.

During my time away, Huang Duanzi's maid was worrying about this matter, hoping to lead Xiaoheitan towards the path of "bright".

But the unlucky man still wanted to say that he was destined in the middle of the world. Originally things were going very smoothly. Little black charcoal seemed to be relatively indifferent, but one thing changed her mind.

Whether it is a mage or an assassin, at least in the early days, it actually needs some melee adventurers, such as barbarians and paladins, to attract firepower to maximize the output, especially in the mage, at the twelfth level, learn to frost Before the new star's signature skill, it was not strong enough and needed protection.

When the assassin's words are heard, ordinary people may pat on the thigh and say, "Assassin is good." You read in the novel. The wind and the wind are like electricity. It is the best representative of the lonely lone traveler.

Indeed, the survivability of the assassin is very strong, but the assassin can’t compete with the monster, playing the kite flow tactics with running, the efficiency is too low, the upgrade is too slow, or a meat shield is needed to help the enemy, only during the rookie period. Able to output perfectly.

These two professions highlight a feature, it is not convenient for one person to brush alone.

Then, Little Black Charcoal accidentally caught Necromancer.

In the first-level skill system, you can summon skeletons to attract the enemy's firepower, and then put on melee weapons such as daggers, go up and cut through, and if you go up one level, you will learn to deepen the damage, then Chopping it up is like cutting carrots.

There are safety, output, high efficiency, and fast upgrade. In a moment, in the eyes of little black charcoal, these seem to have become synonymous with Necromancer.

Suddenly, her attention couldn't move away.

Speaking of which, the magic circle in her body was causing trouble.

One person, she just wanted to experience it alone.

Except for me and Huang Duanzi’s maid, I don’t want to team up with others, but with the strength of our two, it’s okay to take care of it once or twice. Cats bully rabbits, and dragons take kittens to fight with angels.

Little black charcoal is young, but she has experienced the ordeal that ordinary people can't understand. Mentality is much more mature than that of children of the same age. Naturally, this can also be thought of. It is impossible for me to always let my mom and dad take the experience. One day, they must fly alone.

Then there is one more point. Little black charcoal is not afraid of the skull. At that time, when mining in the mine, how many people were exhausted inside, no one cleaned up the decay of the body. Little black charcoal has long been used to it. It's not like when I first traversed, when I went to the evil cave, and saw a pile of corpses, I vomited it.

Above, the report from Huang Duanzi's maid sums it up in one sentence. Little Black Charcoal likes the profession of Necromancer.

It happened just two days ago, so it is not surprising that I only learned now.

What should I do? Although if the two of us go out, let the little black charcoal change its mind. It's not difficult, but it was already clear. The path is her choice.

Although the young black charcoal is still young, he is precocious and has the ability to think independently and judge calmly. Therefore, the choice of Necromancer is definitely not a momentary brain fever. Thoughtful.

Do you want to influence the choice of small black charcoal? I am now troubled by this.

If it is another profession, even if it can not fully exert the advantages of small black charcoal. For example, Paladin, Druid, I will not stop her, but the profession of Necromancer is a little special. Other professions, even if you don’t choose the most, it is nothing more than a busy, but Necromancer. If there is no special talent, it will be schizophrenic or self-destructive.

Thinking about it, my thoughts were messed up again. Can't help but scratched a handful of hair.

It was at this time that a familiar figure, silent, seemed to deliberately hide his sense of existence, and walked out of the house quickly, looking like a little kid who wanted to hide his master’s eyes and ears and ran out to play. Cat.

"Little black charcoal." I quickly sat up and shouted at the small, discreet figure.

The figure shook slightly, like a startled cat with a bowed waist. After the brain responded, turning around and looking at this side, it was completely relaxed, and came up at a rapid pace and stood in front of me. She shyly carried her small hands and was at a loss.

I was probably shy about the action I just took.

"Good boy, my little baby, tell my dad, where are you going?" I waved, put the little black charcoal that was cleverly gestured up, hugged her in my arms, and kissed her face.

"Go... go to the woods over there." The little black charcoal embraced intimately in my arms stretched his fingers to the opposite side.

"Not full?" I asked curiously when I saw the little black charcoal picking fruit in the forest and hunting birds.

"No... no." Below the dense silvery bangs, the exposed face was brushed red. Little black charcoal shook his head quickly and murmured in a low voice.

"Want to go... a little activity... have some fun..."

So that's it, just want to play? Although the outsider seems to be a timid and thin girl, in fact, the little black charcoal has a good activity that is not inferior to Tia girl. When she is alone, she will fully reveal this side.

"Did your mother train and play with her in the morning?"

The black charcoal nodded like a peck: "Trained in the woods for a while, and studied in the study for a while."

"Really good." I touched the small black charcoal's head and applauded.

"I like that forest very much?"

"Yes, I like it."

"Like mom?"

"Yes, I like it."

"Like dad?"

"Well, favorite."

As a daughter, I was in tears, and my heart burst into the sky, shouting three times, and my family was worth it all my life.

"My little black charcoal is the most obedient, but when playing in the forest, don't catch the bird anymore. Even if you catch it, you can't send it to Mother Velas, you know?"

I still think of the first time I saw little black charcoal running into the forest, picking fruits and eating, and hunting birds.

It is still clear to remember that when the little black charcoal sent the twenty or so birds that she had killed to Veras, she was crumbling.

Velas likes to sing... well, this is nonsense, but she is Roger Gage. Occasionally, shy she would choose to go to the woods and hum alone.

The beautiful singing can attract the birds to stay by her side and listen.

Therefore, you can imagine what kind of mood it is when the audience who has always supported them is arrested and sent to the front, and they are allowed to cook them.

Anyway, that night, poor puppy Velas had a nightmare in my arms.

Black charcoal nodded heavily. To show that they have learned a lesson.