For carbon-based organisms, the greater the strength, the higher the agility, which means higher physical strength.
When all four attributes of Dick reached Lord Rank, his physical strength naturally reached the Lord level. However, following this crazy dragon and falling off the cliff, this crazy move still made Dick full of fear.
When he woke up from the dizziness of falling into the water and climbed ashore with difficulty, his Stamina had dropped from 800 to an extremely dangerous 20 points.
It has been 4 years since I entered this world. Dick has already understood the meaning of digitization. In a sense, Stamina represents the health bar. The 20-point Stamina has reached an extremely dangerous point. If I had just fallen into the water and there was a sharp stone at the bottom, Dick would have to say goodbye to this world.
But even if he was lucky enough to survive, his current condition was extremely bad. He was lying on the river beach, with all his strength gone, and only his metal left hand could still move.
Paladin took out the high-concentration Holy Water from the brown leather Backpack on his waist with difficulty. The bitter taste filled his mouth. When Holy Power responded quickly, Dick felt a dizziness coming from his body.
As mentioned above, Holy Water stimulates Holy Power's recovery at the expense of Divine Power's energy.
Before falling asleep, Dick struggled to control the flow of Holy Power throughout his body. With the long-lost warmth, the illusion of lying on a sunny coast and basking in the sun appeared in Dick's mind. Then he tilted his neck and fainted.
Four hours later, the sky was already dark. On the bank of the Southfury River, which ran through Ashenvale, Azshara, Durotar, and the Barrens, Dick gritted his teeth. He didn't know what he was dreaming about, so he punched hard. The next moment, he woke up.
Stamina has recovered to 300 points. Dick rubbed his painful body and climbed up from the ground. He picked up his Fire of Justice on the river bank not far away. As soon as his left hand touched the handle of the hammer, the screams of little lolita Anveena rang in his mind.
"Dick, you idiot! Idiot! Stupid stupid stupid stupid! Next time you dare to throw away other people's homes, they will beat you and cry! Humph!"
Sunwell Spirit's noise made Dick's face pale. He shrugged, carefully apologized to Moon Goddess's daughter, and carried Warhammer back behind his back. Dick turned around and walked towards Green Dragon, whose breath was extremely weak.
"Lord Delia Sera"
"Lord-Weak Chaos"
"Slightly"
"Evaluation: slightly"
In Dick's eyes, the state of this Green Dragon jumped out. It can be seen that this Green Dragon's Combat Strength is indeed a little worse, but in fact, if it weren't for Dick jumped on it desperately, and Green Dragon, who was controlled by Nightmare, was somewhat irritable, and his normal thinking was disturbed. Otherwise, Dick would never be able to escape the pursuit of a Dragon.
But history is written by the victors after all. Dick put his hand on Green Dragon's head, which was still bleeding. A cold breath came from the smooth scales. This bold move made Green Dragon struggle, but this struggle exhausted its last vestige of strength.
It used the last bit of air it squeezed out of its lungs and wailed. Dick also sighed. He took off Warhammer with his backhand. The dragon was controlled by Nightmare. Without Purification's power Salvation, it would be unstoppable and slide into the form of Nightmare Dragon.
In this era where the level of power is still a little weaker, even one Nightmare Dragon is enough to drive tens of thousands of people crazy.
But just when Dick raised Warhammer, intending to end the life of Evil, Green Dragon suddenly opened his eyes, and the green pupils had returned to normal Yellow Serpent Eyes.
This made Dick stunned for a moment. He was silent for a few seconds, and then Warhammer, which he held high, suddenly fell down.
Ashenvale Frontline.
This is already the third day that Dick has left. The loss of First Expeditionary Force, the highest Commander, makes people's hearts somewhat unstable. However, under the suppression of Erigor and other Commander, the soldiers of Defensive Line are still stationed here vigilantly.
Young Lady went back to Theramore after Dick left. As Dalaran's representative assigned to Kalimdor, Jaina's task is no easier than Dick's.
The destruction of Dalaran taught Mage a good lesson. Mage, who learned the lesson, plans to follow Order of the Silver Hand and build a new Mage training base in Kalimdor. Theramore is a great place.
Young Lady must prepare a living and learning place for the upcoming 500 Mage apprentices before the end of Dark Portal 20. In Theramore, where there are almost no idle people and the human resources are very tight, this is not a simple job.
Let's not talk about Jaina's work at Theramore. Almost at the same time that the mysterious white-haired Elf and Jarod's wife Sarah Hill woke up, Ashenvale Frontline also welcomed a heavyweight visitor.
"He who comes, stop there!"
The heavily armed Liadrin stood at the entrance of Defensive Line, shouting at the dozen Elf who were riding on the black Nightsaber and walking from the direction of Starfall Lake.
These Elf put a lot of pressure on Liadrin. They were all wearing uniform black robes, covering their whole bodies in the robes, but the exotic weapons hanging next to the saddle of Nightsaber, which opened on three sides, like a wheel, were purple Moonblade that could be used for close combat and long-range attack, which represented the strength of these guys.
This kind of beautiful but cruel and sinister weapon is not something novices can control.
After being stopped by Liadrin, the black Nightsaber spread to both sides, revealing a passage. Elf, who was riding on the ancient Frostsaber with black spots and white tattoos, stepped forward. She was wearing a moon-white robe, sitting elegantly on the saddle, and carrying a green Longbow that kept blooming and kept Decay on her body.
The most eye-catching thing is this beautiful Elf with long green hair. Her slightly purple skin always shines with a faint moonlight, and on her forehead, there is a crescent moon Insignia.
"Get out of the way! Descendants of Dath'Remar, there is a noble person in your Camp, and this world needs him!"
Moon Priestess Tyrande, at first glance you can see the heels of Liadrin wrapped in armor, as the former and first generation Sun King A comrade who fought with Dath'Remar, she had no ill intentions towards Liadrin. Although Dath'Remar eventually led her tribe and parted ways with Night Elf, the achievements Sun King made in War of the Ancients were enough to offset that unhappiness.
But Liadrin did not appreciate it. She did not move her body. Even thousands of years later, High Elf did not forget the hatred of being ostracized and expelled. When Tyrande recognized her, she also recognized Tyrande. Dath'Remar, the late king, could not forget the humiliation of being driven away until his death.
This humiliation is engraved in High Elf's bones, and the woman in front of him is the culprit who allowed all of this to happen.
Liadrin's hand subconsciously grasped the hilt of Phoenix Greatsword's sword behind her, but at this moment, her movement was interrupted by Erigor who came over.
"Ms. Liadrin, take the overall situation into consideration."
Paladin Commander, whispered to High Elf, Liadrin struggled for a moment, but the next moment her eyes lit up, she quickly put down her hand, turned around and left Defensive Line angrily.
"Come this way, Ms. Tyrande, Mr. Jarod are waiting for you!"
Erigor made a "please" gesture to the expressionless Tyrande, who was neither humble nor overbearing. Moon Priestess jumped lightly to the ground and touched Frostsaber with one hand. is inlaid with Gemstone's forehead, carrying the elites of Sentinels, Huntress, into the Camp of First Expeditionary Force.
A few minutes later, Command Room and Jarod sat opposite Tyrande in the simple Command Room. I don't know if it was Erigor's illusion. Mr. Jarod seemed a little cold when facing the leader of Night Elf.
"You are finally willing to stand up, Jarod, in this moment of crisis."
Tyrande's voice was a little hoarse, but in addition to the charm, it unexpectedly had a sense of sacredness. After thousands of years, seeing Jarod again, Moon Priestess still seemed very happy and relieved.
"Okay, Tyrande, don't say these words anymore."
Jarod waved his hand, interrupted Moon Priestess, and went straight to the topic, "Demon has captured most of Ashenvale. Cenarius alone cannot fight against Great Demon, War of the Ancients, we sacrificed digital Demigod to block Great Demon's raid. If you still want to win now, then it's best to contact the other surviving Wild God as quickly as possible. Dragon Aspects, I will find a way."
Tyrande was not angry because of Jarod's rudeness. On the contrary, there was a hint of bitterness on her beautiful face. Facing Jarod's request, Moon Priestess sighed,
"I contacted the surviving Demigods at the beginning of the war, but neither Tortolla, nor Goldrinn, nor even Aviana responded to our request. Perhaps the injuries left to them by War of the Ancients were too serious, and we..."
"That's enough! Tyrande, don't play your little tricks in front of me!"
Before Tyrande finished speaking, Jarod uncharacteristically scolded you, "Before I left, I repeatedly warned you to use the fastest speed. Resurrection Those Demigod who died in the battle, you said that World Tree's power is not stable, but now, look what you have done!"
"Agamaggan Offspring was once as noble as me Corruption has reached a predicament where even its own culture has not been preserved. The Bearfolks of Grizzly Hills have become mortal enemies with us. The believers of the raptor god no longer answer the call. This is what you are doing for War of the Ancients What did the Heros of E pay? Tortolla and Goldrinn are not fools, let you play with that narrow-minded King of the Forest!"
Jarod's outburst shocked Erigor. He didn't expect that this white-haired Elf, who didn't care about anything, could be so terrifying when he was really angry. That momentum made him take a few steps back.
When Tyrande faced Jarod's scolding, her expression also changed drastically. After Jarod finished speaking, she also retorted fiercely,
"I know you have feelings for those Wild God, but Jarod, have you ever considered how difficult it would be to remove Demigods who died in battle from Emerald Dream to Resurrection? Even if it is 10,000 years later World Tree also needs to consume nearly half of the energy. Not to mention these, the most important thing is that even Malfurion is not 100% sure that Resurrection will succeed! What will be the result if it fails? Do you understand! The tribesmen cannot bear this loss!"
"Haha!"
Jarod sneered, "As long as you do anything, there is hope of success! In ten thousand years, I don't believe that Druids can't even think of a proper solution. Even if there is really no way, I don't believe that Queen Ysera, who is in charge of Emerald Dream, can't do it either! But have you contacted her? No!"
"You said you were doing it for your tribe! Then tell me, in this situation, without Demigods's assistance and without Dragon Aspects's trust, how many lives of your tribe are you going to sacrifice to keep this world going?"
"I... I don't know."
Tyrande relented, but Jarod's accusations continued.
"What do you think I don't know? What do you think of me? An omnipotent god? What can I do in this situation? Have you seen the descendants of Dath'Remar in the camp? Can you feel the anger in their eyes? And those of Feralas who My closed high elf! This is all you have done for your people! Let those idiots squeeze out the real heroes and tear the elven empire's heritage apart! Exile the spellcasters, suppress the watchers, and the sentinels. Look at the sentinels you formed, it's a joke!"
"I have said long ago that you are not suitable to be a leader at all. Your stubbornness, your weakness, and your unreasonable mercy will sooner or later destroy Kaldorei!"
Jarod's voice resounded throughout the room, Tyrande remained silent, and Erigor swallowed. It was the first time he came into contact with such an exciting ancient secret, which made the elderly Paladin a little dry. But at this moment, a tired voice came in.
"Oh, it's quite lively!"