Diablo Destruction

Chapter 4 today, everyone, please work hard to vote. There is another chapter in the early morning. In order to make the list, I will risk my life...

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So, on the fifth day after I entered the battle. The time was at night when the red moon had just risen, and the location was still next to a small fire in the vast wasteland of blood. Four people were sitting there, and Uncle Lal held the Nth collective meeting on my fighting methods. Criticism meeting.

"Wu, you are very talented in fighting. You understand it quickly and you have been unscathed so far."

Lal's tone was very gentle, as if he was praising me, but I was unmoved by the experience of many previous criticisms. Just like a teacher calling a student at the bottom of his class into the office, his first words were often: "XXX , I know you have been studying very hard recently, and the teacher is also very pleased..."

"but……"

Sure enough, I felt a shiver in my heart, thinking that such a method could be used to coax me, and I didn't even think about me. Back then, I drank a large jar of cheap expired tea in the teacher's office in one semester. He is known as an "activist" student who takes classes in the office.

"This has advantages and disadvantages." Uncle Lal looked at me seriously, not as if he was joking.

"The good thing is, you don't have to get hurt, the bad thing is, you don't get hurt!"

What is it? Isn't it wrong to not be injured?

"Wu...listen to me carefully."

Lar looked at my confused look, smiled and shook his head.

"Can you guarantee that you will remain unscathed in future battles?"

I shook my head with certainty. I was joking. Even a hundred-level assassin would be besieged. How could he dodge them all? Of course, if there is a shield to protect him, it is not impossible to pass through thousands of flowers without leaving a single leaf. Zhishen, provided you have the courage to spend all your skill points on the shield...

"So, have you ever thought about how you would react when you are injured?" Lal was good at teaching, hoping that I could enlighten myself one day.

I was very cooperative and meditated for a while, and just when Lar thought I was about to have a profound enlightenment, he asked stupidly: "Reaction after being injured?"

"Yes, if you are injured at a critical moment, what will happen to you? Do you immediately cover your wound and leave the battlefield, roll on the ground in pain, waiting for the monster to make up for it, or continue fighting without changing your expression? "Lal suppressed the dark lines on his face and continued.

"Uh~~, I understand."

Laer's intention is nothing more than to make me get used to being hurt. To put it in simple terms - if you want to hit someone, you must first learn to be beaten.

Lar nodded with satisfaction, looked at me with the eyes of a wolf grandmother and said, "You understand, that's the best. I'm doing this for your own good."

"Huh? Wha...what-?" I suddenly had an ominous premonition.

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The next day, the inhumane training began. Lal kindly lent me his precious white leather armor. I was so moved that I squeezed out a few tears on the spot. When he said When he kicked me into the Sinking Demon Squad, I immediately calculated the success rate of embezzling this leather armor...

Sinking demons are different from wights. Their defense is lower, their power is smaller, and their lives are shorter. Their advantages lie in their agility and high-speed attack frequency. Such monsters are really used to train newcomers. The supreme magic weapon of ability, their role in this aspect would make even artifacts feel ashamed. Countless newcomers grew up quickly under their swords, and then continued to move forward on their corpses. Once, even An SB poet sang their praises like this:

Ah, the fallen demon!

The mother of career changers!

You use the hoe (small blade) stained with sweat (blood) in your hand;

Cultivated generations of warriors;

You dedicate your life to it;

see it? Your milk has made them grow;

You left as gently as you came;

Praise you, Sinking Demon, the cutest monster in the world;

The mother of a career changer...

Of course, within a few moments, the SB poet was hung on a big tree and flown a kite by the angry career changers. Unfortunately, the poem had already spread and became an eternal thorn in the hearts and eyes of all career changers...

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After I learned the rules from fighting, I discovered that being injured is actually not such a terrible thing in this world.

First of all, there is no critical fatal attack marked with the protagonist's special mark in the YY novel game...

How do you understand the meaning of this sentence? Let’s use an analogy.

If you are wearing a piece of clothing with a defense of 10, then these 10 defense points will be distributed all over your body, but the distribution will not be even. For example, the stronger arms and abdomen may not be allocated enough defense. It reaches less than 1 point, while the eyes and throat may account for 2-3 points, so whether you attack the arms or the eyes, the damage is actually about the same. Even if there is a difference, it is only because of the maximum attack and minimum attack in the weapon attributes. It's just a function.

This is what I noticed the moment I put on the Lar leather armor. As a newcomer who put on equipment for the first time and exchanged shotguns for cannons, I was sensitive to a warm airflow coming from the leather armor, which was flowing around my body. It is internally diffused and unevenly distributed everywhere, but the warm current in several key locations is still thick.

So, there is no vital attack, so will there be a negative attack? For example, if I stab someone in the eye, the damage will not be increased, but will it cause him to go blind?

Although I dare not try it myself, this kind of thing should not happen. I think there should be some rules restricting it. For example, no matter how powerful you are, how high your damage is, or how weak your opponent is, you cannot destroy his vital points or other rule restrictions until he dies.

Otherwise, some prefixes may have to be added to the professions of the three people watching the show not far behind me, such as the weird uncle who is missing an arm, the blind and lame paladin Uncle Fierce. Category……

Uh~~, the suffix I accidentally added is definitely not my intention, please don’t make random guesses...

Think about it from another angle, if you can easily blind and cripple your opponent, wouldn't the skills of many professions become useless? For example, the Necromancer's dim vision can blind someone with just a knife in the eye. Well, all you can do is to greatly reduce the enemy's field of vision. Isn't this nonsense?

In short, the rules of this world are quite weird in my opinion. It is typical of tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, which is so casual that it is hard to accept.

Just like when I take out a laptop and analyze to Lal and others how the computer functions, how the integrated chip inside is, and how complicated the program is, even if they can understand it, it will still be the same. May not be accepted immediately.

Although it is meaningless, I still want to complain about the crude rules of this world. This is too much. Even if I randomly find an online game novel on the Internet, the settings in it are more rigorous. At least there are still key points to attack. One statement.

But thinking about it from another perspective, such crude rules are the most beneficial to a newcomer like me.

In fact, the only motivation that supports me in this world so far is that I don’t expect to be able to rule the roost with three wives and four concubines like the protagonists in those YY novels. As long as I can have a stable residence, and then use my identity as a Druid , I think it shouldn’t be too difficult to find a virtuous wife. Then, I occasionally go out to fight monsters, pretending to be a brave warrior who exorcises the evil forces of hell, and then sell the spoils to supplement the family income. Wife Gentle, kind, and well-managed, that's all.

All in all, after understanding this reality, my last fear of fighting disappeared. Although it would still hurt if I was cut with a knife, at least I don't have to worry about being rejected because of my disability and being a bachelor for the rest of my life. Already...

Finally, after a few days of training, I was able to return to the scene without changing my expression even after being slashed with N knives. Even if the knife was slashed at my vitals, I could treat it as nothing. , In other words, I have finally been assimilated into the thinking of the Dark Continent in this regard. After all, in the Dark Continent, there is no such thing as a key point.

When I started to be able to shuttle between the fallen demons with a calm attitude, exchanging injuries for injuries and using my strength (actually, the two idioms have nothing to do with each other), Lal came over and patted me on the shoulder. , he praised me a few words like a kind master and a kind father, then peeled off my leather armor and threw me into the Sinking Demon's camp again, calling it intensive training.

So in the subsequent intensive training, I mentally transformed the face of the Sinking Demon into Lal's appearance by stealing a dragon, a phoenix, a sky, a civet cat, and a prince. As a result, the efficiency of killing enemies unexpectedly increased a lot, which made Lal sigh. No matter what, I thought I was teaching well.

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This battle lasted for three days. I counted carefully. It has been just over half a month since I came to this world. If the units of year, month and day of the people in the Dark Continent are the same as ours.

This morning, I got up very early, so early that I didn’t even have time to hide from the red moon, because Lal told me that I would be able to return to Rogge Camp at noon today. I was so excited that I couldn’t express it in words. I didn’t play People who have experienced Diablo will never understand the status of Rogge Camp in the minds of us players. It is the base of players and the palace of novices.

And judging from the information revealed by Lal, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people living in it. This makes me look forward to it even more, and I once again despise Blizzard's only NPC, a few chickens, a few cows, and a wooden fence. Rogge Camp, there must be a limit to cutting corners, this laziness is almost unbelievable...