Fishing Druid in Another World

"After passing the three levels, it's almost time to meet the boss." Luo Bo thought this and felt a little bored.

If you experience something too much, you will be like this, that is, you will be full of visual sense and lose your interest.

The blood mist was isolated a little further up the mountainside, as if there was an invisible big bucket buckled there, forming a pattern similar to the eye of a storm.

This unnatural yet majestic sight made Victor increasingly vigilant.

Luo Bo couldn't stand it, so he asked Dick to pretend: "Pretending to be clever and tricking, this method of creating an atmosphere and guiding emotions is too crude and low-level."

After being reminded by this, Victor felt shocked and tried to control his emotions. Soon, his nerves were no longer getting tighter and tighter without realizing it as before.

This made the owner who was observing secretly very depressed.

He also has rich experience. He has experienced many things and met many people, but the three people in front of him are almost unique.

Victor is one of the rare ones, he is calm, restrained, firm, and his mind is not easily shaken, but there are ways to deal with it, just set up a few more levels to wear him down.

Dick is a calm madman. Looking at it from an emotional perspective, it's like a blazing flame. Things must return to their extremes, but they look like normal people.

This kind of emotion is already at an extreme level, and he should be there but there is no collapse. He has no good way to deal with it.

As for Luo Bo, it was strange that the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Luo Bo was like a slowly rotating fire whirlpool. Once other people's thoughts, or mental power, entered the scope of the whirlpool, it was like a piece of paper meeting lava. It requires physical contact, but just floating nearby will cause it to catch fire.

It is precisely because of this phenomenon that the mental power he deployed for detection before will not have any feedback at all, so he cannot detect its characteristics in time.

Now it was because three people entered his absolute domain. As a result, Luo Bo chewed off a piece of his absolute domain like a cake, and there was no way to make up for it. Only then did he discover such a monster based on the gnawed peripheral outline.

This is also the main reason why he has not made any new moves.

Seventy percent of his abilities are based on the prerequisite of playing with emotions. Ups and downs, great joy, great sadness, anxiety and anger, these all meet the requirements, but there is none of them in front of him.

But that has to be done.

The stall was so big that he couldn't put it away for a while, and the self-confidence and pride gained from his past achievements that were not glorious but still excellent enough did not allow him to escape without a fight.

As a result, the huge gate of the cottage, after a series of twists and turns, turned into a huge humanoid monster, somewhat like an ancient tree of war, but more abstract.

However, the three Victors didn't just stand there and watch while he was transforming.

Originally, Victor wanted to use the wind blade to chop randomly, but Dick immediately started talking and taking action: "Are you planning to laugh me to death during this long preparation time?"

As he spoke, several stones with red fire cores were fired into the tree man's body.

As a result, as soon as the tree man solidified and took shape, these stones exploded in an increasingly rapid flash of red light. They exploded together and in combination to cause the maximum damage. Not only were the tree shards blown away by the explosion, but they were also set on fire. It looked miserable.

However, relying on its conspicuous characteristics, the tree man also successfully attracted attention and firepower, causing the logs that formed the outer walls of the cottage to turn into thick dragon-headed black anacondas.

It's somewhat flattering to say that the dragon head is a dragon. One is that he doesn't have the dragon's signature ability of breath, and the other is that his appearance is not ferocious enough. His eyes are wild but not charming.

"This must be because I have never seen a real dragon, so I didn't imitate it well enough, and I'm here to indulge in self-indulgence."

Hei Luobo complained in his heart, but he was not slow in his attack. The specific method was similar to Dick's. He also used a hidden weapon, just like the legendary Eastern knight firing locust stones.

It's just that this is an ice crystal with edges and corners and spontaneous magic light.

Using such a method is, from a certain perspective, out of necessity.

Without the endless surging supernatural power provided by the Gate of the Void, we cannot act like a big water hose and spray wildly. We can only do it sparingly. It will indeed embarrass the old branch that is domineering, turbulent, and the world changes color every time it appears. But Hei Luobo is not that vain in this regard, and he can be regarded as inheriting the pragmatic traditional virtues of his soul and even the vast majority of flower growers.

Of course, Hei Luobo didn't like to hear this kind of praise. It was humane, but he felt that it was scolding him, just like he disliked the lingering fishy smell after staying in the ranch for a long time.

There were not as many ice crystals as there were in the row of logs that made up the wall.

But not all are truly threatening.

This wave of realm-blessed transformation techniques may be true or false, real or false. It looks like a group of dragons are resurrecting, but in reality it has just reached double digits, and the rest is the cover of charming eyes.

The compressed ice cores that Robbo shoots are aimed at those that are really harmful.

Almost the moment it hit, it began to freeze, and it was deep-frozen, emitting a faint blue light.

Then the situation becomes embarrassing. After all, these long-worm-like dragon-headed anacondas are not living creatures, but just mimics. Their understanding of their own situation basically depends on the cognition of the controller, and there is a person who gives and responds to instructions. process.

Under normal circumstances, this process is not particularly time-consuming.

But when masters compete with each other, such situations where they are obviously half a beat too late are loopholes.

As a result, the dragon-headed anaconda twisted its body, opened its teeth and claws, and ended up breaking its body from the frozen place.

Although there were many of them, they looked like a bunch of cowards who were bluffing but not attacking.

This is caused by the mechanism of the magic weapon. This kind of transformation is like a puppet. In order to make it easier to control, it is semi-automatic and has some basic feedback mechanism settings.

For example, a feint is a preparation for a real attack. Anyone who can really deal damage is dead. If the feint is still launched, it will be self-defeating, so the setting will give a 'defensive' command.

Hei Luobo, who inherited the technology of the old branch, naturally has a good professional vision. Although the opponent's technical system is often different from the old branch, once the intelligence side understands the essence and uses human nature as the anchor, it is not difficult to deduce its specific application strategy.

Not far away, Victor also saw the doorway at this time.

Illusion can be divided into internal and external. Internal is aimed at the target and confuses its cognition; external is a false deduction to deceive the senses.

If the inside and outside can be combined, it will be like hallucinogen + magic, and the subject will be intoxicated and dreamed of death.

But now, the magic potion covered with the smell of blood mist is blocked by the ice mask; and the key real part of the interpretation has been destroyed, so this illusion method is no longer sustainable.

Sure enough, the changes in the cottage door wall were broken soon after, the logs were restored, and the magic artifact inserted in the period, which was the dragon-headed anaconda destroyed by the ice core, quickly shattered and decayed.

As for the village gate tree people destroyed by Dick, they had turned into a huge bonfire.

But this bonfire was unusual. The fire was extremely powerful and burned for a short time. In less than thirty seconds, there was only ashes left.

Dick moved his hand, and the burned red stones flew out of the ashes, turning into black and red round beads, which were tied around Dick's wrist in the form of a bracelet.

Dick started to talk again: "I have to thank this elder of the Blood Moon Sect for helping me refine the magic weapon with such good magic fuel."

This once again aroused Victor's secret envy. Although he also had some know-how in using extraordinary power to sacrifice and refine magic weapons, the conditions for using them were harsh, and it was even more impossible for him to rely on the enemy's arrangements to refine magic weapons when fighting against the enemy.

Comparing the two, it is obvious that Dick's related skills are far superior.

Who is your ancestor's surname? Is inheritance in the bloodline so powerful?

Victor had no such doubts.

Because this world is very old, the rise and fall of extraordinary power has gone through more than one cycle, and each cycle has given birth to a powerful practice system.

In other words, all human beings who can live to this day are richer than their ancestors.

If the broadest ancestor is regarded as the highest mountain, then the key lies in the ancestral height of bloodline awakening. The closer you are to the highest mountain, the more valuable the inherited treasure you unlock will naturally be.

"It seems that my way out in the future is to regard the disaster of life and death as the door to the bloodline treasure house, and try to open it with great perseverance and courage..."

While he was jealous of Rob and Dick's methods, Victor also naturally thought about how to move forward in spiritual practice now that the Iron Wolf organization has been destroyed, and in the coming years.

In the past, he had neither the mood to care about this problem nor the courage to face it.

Now I have a direction unconsciously.

Cross the village gate and enter the bandit town.

Dozens of houses are scattered around, with stone walls and wooden tiles. Each family has a courtyard instead of a military barracks. There are even public facilities such as pubs and bathhouses. Without a 'bandit' number, it can be regarded as a well-organized business in this era. Yinshishan Town is here.

Of course, the lord's longhouse here is still a bit surprising. It is built layer by layer according to the mountainous terrain. It is half fortress and half palace, with watchtowers and terraces. The amount of work seems to be quite large.

"It is a place that was built with great care, but it is probably because of this that it attracted covetation and was occupied."

Luo Bo knew very well that in human society, sometimes you can’t do anything without showing it off. Everyone likes good things, and it’s a crime to possess them.

This cottage, both in terms of geographical location and topography, is excellent, and it has been built for a hundred years. How could a group of gangsters living in such a turbulent life be able to defend this place?

Sooner or later, they will be spotted and captured by extraordinary beings. There is no Blood Moon Sect, but there are also wild monks.

Not to mention that with the spiritual tide and fog, there are many people who have no nest to settle down.

Borrowing Dick's words, Robbo said what he was thinking: "Tsk tsk, this place is well built. If it weren't for the family, I would be moved."

Victor was moved when he heard this, and asked: "If the migration to the Jolani Territory does not go smoothly, what do you think about us bringing our family to live in this village?"

"After experiencing what happened in the royal city, I wanted to stay away from right and wrong, but I was afraid that my family would not be able to let go of the prosperity of the city."

Victor was silent.

Yes, you can’t move yourself when doing things. It’s not that your family members can’t live in a cottage, but if you don’t think there’s anything wrong with living in isolation, others may not like it.

The three of them continued to go deeper inside, and when they entered a place similar to a central square, the doors of the surrounding mansions were opened, and old, young, women and children walked out, looking haggard, ragged, and shambling.

"Master monk!"

"Lord Hero!"

All kinds of strange titles burst out from these people, with the central idea being: If you can’t live anymore, you are willing to be a slave, please save us!

What he saw and heard made Victor's heart suddenly filled with mixed feelings.

Luo Bo was still cruel, and borrowed Dick's venomous words: "If I guess correctly, these people who were first made into puppets by the Blood Moon Cult, and then transformed into Molten Demonic Corpses by me, are the sons and husbands of these people. ,Father.

No matter how many reasons there are, the label of "blaspheming the dead" may not be taken off.

I don't dare to accept this citizen, for fear of having my head cut off in my sleep.

What's more, we have our own mess and don't have the ability to help people in need.

Moreover, the elder of the Blood Moon Cult spared these people and ran out to sell misery at the same time as if he had received an order at the same time. It's not normal no matter how you look at it! "

Victor felt blocked in his heart when he heard Dick say this.

He was born in the market, and he had seen the sufferings of the world. He had sympathy for the lower class people, and he also enjoyed the feeling of being supported and loved by these people.

Even, his life goal was to rely on his extraordinary ability to gain a fiefdom and become a small lord.

It is precisely because of this that selling misery is sharp enough for him.

'Puff!' A thick sweater needle-shaped icicle was shot into Victor's head by Robo.

Robo added a cold explanation: "Sorry, Victor, your emotional fluctuations are too intense and have exceeded the warning threshold. I can't just watch you trigger the demonic curse and remain indifferent. ”

Victor suddenly woke up. Although their attack was smooth, they were facing a suspected elder of the Blood Moon Cult who could trap them in the fog without the three of them noticing.

"Why did I ignore such important information? I am not usually such an emotional person who would forget such important information quickly!"

In addition to Robo's words "realm threshold", Victor had reason to believe that he had actually been tricked early, or he had been in the game all along, constantly stacking DeBuffs without realizing it. Robo and Dick didn't say it before, just to give him some dignity. Now that he was not decent, they could only help him to be decent.

"Sorry, I'm a little bit off tonight."

"There's no need to be so polite between us." While speaking, Robo waved his arms together, and the ice-blue light mist suddenly rippled, spreading in circles. Anyone affected was frozen into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.

"You! Hi! "Thousands of words turned into a sigh.

Robo said calmly: "Good death, this is the dignity I can afford to give them."

Victor sneered with a bit of self-mockery: "I especially want to kill this guy who is suspected to be the elder of the Blood Moon Cult."

Dick laughed and interrupted: "That's a good suggestion, the beheading sword is left to you."

Victor said grimly: "One sword is not enough!"...