Chapter 889
Words:1952Update:22/06/27 10:07:26
"It's dead!"
Short Tentacle Wand, who was sitting in the cabin, looked at the fallen Gnoll on the Weave interface and reached out his hand to Hemina.
This was a small habit of Short Tentacle Wand when he played with friends. After winning a game, he would always high-five his friends.
But Short Tentacle Wand soon realized that the person sitting next to him was not his friend from Noland.
Short Tentacle Wand was about to retract his hand awkwardly, but Hemina smiled and patted Short Tentacle Wand lightly with her little hand.
Hemina's action caused the short-tentacle wand to reveal a rare expression of shyness …
"What's wrong?" Hemina asked with a little concern.
"Nothing, the guild leader said that this thing can be exchanged for equipment at the blacksmith shop."
Short Tentacle Wand lowered his head and opened his game backpack. He directly clicked on the Hearthstone in the backpack and began to return to the city.
The first thing Short Tentacle Wand did was run to the blacksmith shop. He clicked on the interface of the blacksmith shop, and in the window of equipment forging, there was a special 'cracked equipment' forging.
"Ring of the Bane …"
Short Tentacle Wand glanced at the forging interface. There was only a lonely purple ring lying in the forging list, and the bottom of the forging list was sealed by chains.
This was a hint that Short Tentacle Wand could use the cracked fragments to forge higher level equipment.
The equipment requirement for the Ring of the Bane was level 25, and he had just reached level 20. With the current speed of leveling up, he could enter the threshold of level 30 in about seven days.
This ring was an equipment that would eventually be eliminated.
But the special effect of the Ring of the Bane was that the healing effect of the Priest version was increased by 10%. When using healing, there was a certain chance of entering the state of Bane, causing the target to receive a 5% damage bonus.
In the end, Short Tentacle Wand could not resist the temptation. He pressed the forging button … The forging requirement was five cracked crystals and the Gnoll's soul.
Short Tentacle Wand looked at the epic ring lying quietly in his backpack. His previous embarrassment was replaced by a strange sense of satisfaction.
All he had to do now was to level up to 25!
At this moment, his whole body was filled with the motivation to continue to level up.
"Does anyone want to continue the dungeon today?"
The Tentacle Wand sent a message to the Scarlet Viper's guild channel.
As the only Cleric in the guild, he was an indispensable character in every Instance Dungeon. After working together several times, he gradually integrated into the guild.
"Short Tentacle Wand, you're still playing at a time like this? Be careful or the leader will beat you up. "
"You don't say … After getting that ring, I really want to run a few more dungeons to level up to level 25. I'm a little envious of the Wand Brothers now."
"It shouldn't be a problem to play secretly for a while, right?"
"No problem, no problem! Anyway, we are sitting in the carriage, so we just need to hurry up! Brother Wand, come! Join the team! "
"Everyone, don't let the guild leader know about this. Wand, you and Tide will head straight to the Longblade Moor."
The tentacle wand looked at the complaints in the guild channel. From the previous communication, he had vaguely guessed that behind this guild was a real mercenary group.
He didn't think too much about it and immediately sent a message in the guild channel saying "I'll be there soon". He immediately controlled his character and ran towards the Longblade Moor.
But at this moment, the cabin of the ship suddenly shook violently. The vibration was so strong that the wooden box that the wand used as a table slid to the other side of the cabin.
"A storm? Impossible … Isn't this ship on the Wright River? "
The wand lost his balance and sat down in the cabin. The ship shook violently again, followed by the sound of something crushing the wooden planks of the hull!
The screams of the humans also entered the ears of the wand. Hemina, who was at the side, also looked around in horror.
A drop of blood dripped onto the Wand's cheek. The Wand wiped it with his hand, only to find that his palm was covered in blood.
"There … there are pirates? Or pirates? "
The wand looked at the ceiling above. The blood was dripping from the cracks in the ceiling.
Someone was planning to massacre this merchant ship! And in the most cruel way possible.
"I want to get out of here."
The wand's first thought was to save his own life. Staying in the cargo hold of the ship was a dead end.
He immediately opened the door and ran out of the cargo hold … leaving Hemina in the wheelchair behind.
"Wait!"
Because of the shaking of the ship, Hemina's wheelchair slid uncontrollably towards the wall. She didn't even have the chance to ask for help from the wand.
The wand ran out of the cargo hold and turned back. When Hemina saw him, a look of surprise appeared on her face.
"I … I took the money."
The short-tentacle wand was now incoherent due to his panic, but he still took out a coat that had a bulging surface and put it on Hemena.
This was a coat made from the bladder of a special fish. As long as magic was injected into it, the wearer could float on the surface of the water. With it, they could survive at sea.
"Thank you, but this coat is still …"
"Now is not the time to talk about this!"
The wand pushed Hemina's wheelchair to the corridor of the cargo ship. When he was looking for an exit, he saw a sailor running away in a hurry.
In the end, the sailor's heart was pierced by a grayish-white tentacle right in front of Hemina and the wand.
The sailor screamed in pain. His hands were covered in blood, and he tried to crawl in front of Hemina and the wand.
"Morning … Morning of the God of Fireballs. My … My God."
The wand felt sick to his stomach. He fell to the ground again out of fear, but he quickly got up again and ran towards the other side of the cabin with Hemina in tow.
However, at the other end of the corridor stood a man holding a longsword. The man looked at Hemina and the wand expressionlessly. His mouth had been sealed shut by a needle and thread, so he couldn't speak at all.
The blood on the sword in the man's hand already told the wand and Hemina that he was most likely the murderer!
"It's … it's over!"
The wand wished that he was in the World Scar. At least he could rub a Hearthstone to go back to the city!
Hearthstone?!
The wand took out a Primordial Crystal from his spellcaster robe. This Primordial Crystal was a reward for every spellcaster apprentice who entered the Magus Tower. By crushing it, he would be teleported to a random location within a short distance.
Although this thing couldn't bring him back to Noland, it could at least get him out of this godforsaken place. Of course, he was alone.
The wand suddenly activated the Primordial Crystal. As he was about to leave this godforsaken place, he saw the girl's shoulders trembling and her face turning pale.
She was afraid …
But this had nothing to do with him! The wand kept reminding him that he was not meant to be a hero. He was just an ordinary person.
But the biggest problem was … he might not be a hero, but he was a man!
"Go!"
The wand threw the activated Primordial Crystal into Hemina's arms. Hemina turned around and was stunned for a moment. She wanted to say something, but under the effect of the silver inscription, she disappeared in front of the wand.
At that moment, the short-tentacle wand felt like his head was about to explode. He looked at the man who was slowly walking towards him, and the gray tentacles that were spreading out from behind him.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
