Fishing Druid in Another World

Chapter 51 I will be back

The fact that Castle Erin was completely turned into a mess of rocks was not due to the power of Kemei's magic, but the result of the crazy growth of the stink-chasing thorns. ]|I{•------» «------•}I|[

It would have taken a lot of time to grow and develop.

As a result, Kemei hit a very delicious fertilizer bag.

With the life energy blessed by Robo and the assistance of the souls led by Erin, the stink-chasing thorns completed a round of dream-level proliferation.

It was not enough to swallow the fertilizer bag provided by Kemei, and it absorbed more evil power from the surroundings like a sea eye absorbing water.

At the same time, a huge thorn net woven by thorns naturally, like an upside-down pot, was buckled on the original mound.

Looking down from the sky, it looked like a strange grave wrapped tightly by thorny vines.

The natural shelter of the spirits, Castle Erin Thorn, was born under such an opportunity.

Robo never expected that Castle Erin would have such an encounter.

He used this seed for two main purposes.

First, to protect Arryn and the souls. He was worried that Nagash's people would take out their anger on Arryn Castle.

With the stink-chasing thorns, the souls had a means of resistance.

In fact, he once wanted to seal Arryn in the sanctuary staff.

If Nagash's lackey Khafra entered Valhalla as a prisoner, then Arryn would be in deep sleep for treatment.

After all, Nagash's clan was a typical enemy of nature. They not only created unnatural immortals and profaned the basic laws of the natural cycle of life and death, but also licked the evil outside the domain and harmed nature.

In this context, Khafra's entry into Valhalla was like a demon being exorcised to a heaven where a large number of angels were concentrated. At least it was the end of being besieged by a group of Tang monks.

Arryn was one of his own. Her bravery during her lifetime and her protection after death allowed her to enter Valhalla and honor each other.

However, nobleness is the epitaph of noble people. Ailin felt the misfortune of the souls and lacked a wise enough spokesperson, so he was willing to continue to guard silently in Ailin Castle.

To be honest, this choice made Robo feel ashamed and uncomfortable.

To a certain extent, it was them who came to this isolated island that was not polluted by evil for their own efforts.

As a result, they ran away after pretending to beep, leaving the mess for others to clean up.

He really wanted to say: People can save land and lose land, but people and land can still save.

The problem is that "turning in" is a good word, but where do you want these island souls to turn to?

Can you save them to heaven? Can you provide a better shelter?

If not, borrow the words of "a grain of egg" to spray Akama: Well said, but it is meaningless!

The mouth cannon of earthlings pales in comparison with these people, these things, and these choices.

The only thing he could do was to take out the stink-chasing thorn, the only supernatural thing that could play a role at present.

He knew that this was actually a way of deceiving himself and dreaming.

He hoped that the enemy would be careless and turn a blind eye to this plant that behaved strangely under the power of destruction. This idea of ​​pinning life on the enemy's mistakes was humble and stupid.

Especially when set off by the previous massacre, it was even more childish, like a crime of passion.

In addition, he left the stink-chasing thorn to try to protect the special fishing area.

He estimated that once the soul habitat attribute was destroyed, the blue dot representing the special would probably be gone. ♦♗  ♦♦

If there is a third purpose, it is to set up an anchor point and come back.

At that time, whether it is to harvest the seeds of the stink-chasing thorn or to pay tribute to the souls of Arlinburg who died due to the impact, he will take a practical action that satisfies himself as an explanation.

In short, people's sorrows and joys are not the same.

The spiritual core of modern people on Earth, as well as the side effects of high perception, make Rob more emotional than most humans in this world.

Sid and his friends were happy to slap the king and escape successfully.

He was not.

He really wanted to stay and kill all the subsequent invaders here, making Arlinburg a legendary place.

But he lacked strong teammates who were willing to write legends with bravery.

Just looking at the ecstatic expressions of the crowd when they learned that Grom could open the portal, he knew that their previous victory had already felt like a dream, a fluke, and they did not have the courage and belief to fight a second round.

He also thought, if there was no Grom's back-up move, would it be possible to fight to the death?

The answer is not optimistic.

The combat power of their own side was too weak.

Just like Uncle Da said in "Kung Fu Soccer": "The ball is not kicked like this..."

In a sport for eleven people, even if one person can show off, it is easy for the opponent to make up for it.

Besides, he lacked enough confidence in himself.

With a heavy heart, Rob entered the portal.

Then he found that something was wrong.

First, the door had a sense of distance.

The door that could enter the other side in one step quickly moved away, just like driving into a tunnel and looking at the entrance illuminated by outdoor light from the rearview mirror.

What followed was a strong sense of falling.

Without thinking too much, Rob directly cast three flowers on himself.

With his current proficiency in casting, the fastest speed of casting three flowers is about 2 seconds.

And just after casting the second one, it seemed to fall to the ground, and the last one was cast out of habit.

At this time, the stench of choking people to tears came to the nose.

"Oh my god, have we strayed into the main sewer hub of a city where millions of people live?" While being successfully stinky, Robo felt the sound of water clanging under his feet, just like the feeling of stepping into a stinky ditch with mud under the dirty water.

He hurriedly put the mask on his face.

Normally, he was not willing to wear this thing. The one-eye, which was opened on the forehead near the center of the eyebrows corresponding to the pineal gland, was a bit too pretentious for him.

But now he could only say: "It smells so good!"

Then, he needed a "water float" or something.

No!

He could only soak in this stinky water close to his calf.

For five minutes, he didn't dare to move.

The druid's professional talent told him that this was also a natural wilderness, but not only were all things withered here, but even the earth was dead.

There was no painful wailing, only a dead silence.

"But where does this stench come from?"

Death itself is a relatively pure concept, and stench means that it is not completely dead, it is still festering, and it is still changing.

From this perspective, those so-called immortals who die and die but not completely are more likely to be associated with this smell.

Therefore, he suspected that this place was similar to the 'elephant cemetery', where a whale fell, but nothing was born, but it was completely heading towards death.

But it was too dark here.

There was no light source, and even ordinary night vision eyes could not see things clearly.

Because the essence of night vision eyes is low-light imaging, starlight, skylight, just a little bit will do, and there is no light here.

Not only is there no light, but it also devours light. The three-flower HOT light he applied was quickly devoured, and the effect was less than one percent of that in normal environment.

It made him a little afraid to light the holy light candle.

One is that he is afraid of rashly operating and completely breaking the environmental balance here.

Another is that he is afraid of becoming a target.

The bonfire on the grassland at night can be seen ten miles away. He knows this knowledge point.

In addition, he noticed a phenomenon. His sun-rayed straw raincoat, for some reason, turned inside out. The lining became the front, and the front became the lining.

He even confirmed whether he had come to a mirror world where everything was reversed.

Specifically, he checked the position of the waist bag, etc., and found that only the straw raincoat had changed inexplicably. This was also reflected in the equipment attributes of the equipment search - Note: Transforming...

"Is the sun turning into shadow? Or is death replacing life?"

He didn't know.

Teleporting Endenir could get him out of trouble.

But he was not in a hurry to leave.

He was confident in his perception. Since there was no fatal threat or irreversible damage, he was not going to miss this opportunity.

He was not talking nonsense with the archdruid of the natural dome before. His path was to explore and grow. If he left at this time, wouldn't it be like Ye Gong's love of dragons?

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