"Dip..." Corrupted Root"Done!"
"Reward"???"!"
The voice that popped into his mind made Dick, who was dozing with his eyes closed, take a deep breath. He moved his arms, looked at the small black box that appeared in the palm of his hand, shook his head, and opened it casually. A green Crystal appeared in the palm of his hand, which was full of viscous liquid. Dick threw it into Backpack filled with debris, turned around and jumped down from the tree trunk that was not too high.
Paladin is obviously not in Northern Frontier now. The warm climate and pleasant wind prove this. The surrounding dark sky and light seem to indicate that it is night here. In fact, it is not. In this special forest, there is no difference between night and day.
Dick looked up at the sky. Darkness Veil was the same color, but he could feel that the reason why Darkness Veil formed here and the way the darkness Arcane Power operated were all the same as The one over there at Northern Frontier is different, even different from the one at Ghostlands. According to the game data of later generations, the Darkness Veil here should be naturally formed. The reason is the same as the abandoned Wizard's Tower not far from here. Karazhan is absolutely inseparable from the relationship.
This is Eastern Kingdoms The South, Kingdom of Stormwind hinterland was once known as the fertile land of Brightwood, but starting from Dark Portal 21, it was Covered by Darkness Veil, even in the darkness, there are dark monsters that frighten the farmers on the farm. Even in Raven Hill Cemetery, some people have discovered traces of Undead more than once!
Oh my god! Undead, isn't that a distant legend that only exists in Northern Frontier? How come such a monster also appears in South?
King of Kingdom of Stormwind, Llane, the son of the late king who died in the assassination in First Orcish War, Varian-Wrynn has been independent of political affairs for a long time, but Duke Bolvar, the regent, immediately moved towards this piece of land. A large group of soldiers were sent to the place called "Duskwood", commanded by Duke Ebonlocke who had lived here for generations. These fully armed soldiers gave Courage to the farmers who were troubled by the darkness to continue farming. But to be honest, no one knew how bad the situation here would be in the next few years.
Only Dick knows!
But at the moment, these chaotic things have nothing to do with him, or in other words, Dick feels that he is powerless. He carries War Axe wrapped in coarse cloth on his back in the quiet As Darkwood strode forward, occasionally one or two black Forest Wolves stared at this bold traveler from a distance, but due to the beast's natural sense of danger, they did not attack, but quietly left again.
Paladin has something to do here, otherwise he would not let Liadrin take 300 Paladin into danger, but there is no way, now the entire Theramore is short of manpower, First Expeditionary Force, that is After Argent Dawn retreated from the chaotic battlefield of Mount Hyjal, Princess Caliea divided most of the soldiers into the country's administrative system. Being able to mobilize 300 Paladin to return to Northern Frontier is already the limit.
Even Jaina Young Lady wanted to "travel" with Dick, but was forced to stay in the distant Kalimdor due to complicated affairs. In the end, only Dick took the merchant ship of Goblin and traveled all the way from Stranglethorn Vale to Duskwood.
Walking in the dark is not a pleasant thing, but the darkness cannot stop Dick's progress. Dragon's Power changed not only his strength and agility, but also some of his body functions, such as his eyes and dark vision.
Of course, the worst thing is the light blue flame rose that Dick inserted on the collar of his clothes. This flower is very strange. Although it burns all the time, it will not burn the skin or even ignite the clothes. It is perfect for lighting.
His destination is very clear. It is not the prosperous Duskwood South's Darkshire or those farms, but the north that people are now hearing about. To be precise, it is the Raven Hill Cemetery where Undead is said to have appeared.
He wants to find someone there, someone he has made a promise to. Look carefully, every time Dick raises his hand, a small golden Warhammer Pendant will fling up from his wrist, seeming to have its own consciousness, like a little girl jumping back and forth.
"Dick! Dick! Dick! What are you looking for? There's nothing in this damn place!"
Compared with before, Anveena's voice is more mature and less immature, changing from a baby voice to a girlish tone. In fact, Dick can probably guess that after the complete fusion of Anveena and Fire of Justice, this little girl should have grown up a bit.
This can be seen from the current attributes of Fire of Justice.
"Fire of Justice, Anveena's Blessing"
"Dark Gold-Imbuement"
"Gives all attacks the Holy Light burn effect of equal damage."
"Gives the user a 15% reduction in damage from all spells."
"When attacking, there is a 40% chance of triggering Holy Light Unsheathed."
"When attacking, there is a 10% chance of superimposing Holy Strength on the user until the current Rank power threshold."
"When attacking, Sunwell Spirit adds 20% fire attack."
"Anveena's Song: All resistances increased by 150 points"
"Anveena's Hand: Accurate return, super attack, advanced armor breaking, Shapeshifting"
"Explanation: Holy Light will not be extinguished, justice will not be extinguished!"
"Explanation: People have grown up! La la la la! ---Anveena Teague"
Although the triggered "Anveena's Healing" attribute was replaced by fire damage, the super additional effect of "Anveena's Hand" and the substantial increase in the probability of all additional skills have once again improved the practicality of this Artifact Warhammer by more than one level, making its identity as Artifact more and more prominent.
But with so many advantages, there are also disadvantages.
The "Shapeshifting" promised by Anveena now looks like a big hole. The ordinary Warhammer is as big as a bracelet pendant. Only by injecting Holy Power can it It can restore Warhammer to its normal weapon size, and a lot of Holy Power is needed, so Dick has no way to exchange Warhammer back into a combat weapon for the time being.
He can only use it as Killer's trump card, but when used in conjunction with the new skills he obtained, Dick's threat rises instead of falling!
"It's quite desolate!"
Dick responded to Anveena's words and turned to look at the darkness behind him. Just now, a swift black shadow rushed past him. Although he didn't know what it was, it was definitely not a beast. At a glance, Dick had already seen the creature's slender figure and human-like body.
"How about you sing a song for me?"
Dick shook his head, turned around and walked towards the darkness in the north, joking with Anveena as he walked.
"Huh! Bad guy! I don't sing!"
"You can't sing, right? Hahahaha"
"Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting! People are ignoring you!"
Hearty laughter came far away in the darkness Woodland. When Dick disappeared into the darkness, a tall and wild black shadow stood up on Little Mountain not far behind him. Its slender wolf kiss sniffed the air, and the remaining Holy Light breath made it seem like it smelled something bad.
After snorting several times, the human-like wolf-like thing finally glanced at the place where Dick disappeared. It exerted force on its long legs, and the whole person disappeared into the dark curtain like a passing shadow, as if it had never appeared.
On the other side, in the depths of Raven Hill Cemetery, the lights of Gravekeeper and Little House are dim and seem to be extinguished at any time, but in today's Duskwood, this little light often means safety and warmth, as well as a place enough to rest.
Although it is called a large cemetery, there is actually a small residential area and even a hotel, but as for business, there is no need to think about how good it could be.
The Gravekeeper who lives here is named Abel Abercrombie, a middle-aged man in his 40s. He and his wife Eliza live in this Little House. Although they are poor, they live a very contented life, and they are very loving.
At this time, it was already close to dusk. Abel was sewing a leather coat with a needle under the dim light, with a very serious expression, while his wife was preparing a simple meal in the back room. A child wearing a weird robe was sitting upright opposite Abel, as if waiting for something.
If you look closely, you can see that this child looks different from ordinary children. His skin is dark yellow and shines with a different luster under the light. His eyes are a strange silvery white. The most conspicuous thing is his hair, which is definitely a lavender color that is rare among humans. Moreover, this child, who is probably in his early teens, has small tentacles that are constantly shaking on his chin.
It sounds scary, but actually when you actually see it, you might even think these mustache-like tentacles are... well, cute.
While waiting for the leather coat to be sewn, the child sat quietly on a chair, holding a thick hard-cover book on his legs. The decorative style of this book was completely inconsistent with the child's shabby clothes, because anyone with a little knowledge would understand that this book is definitely a rare magic book.
Royal Auction House placed in Stormwind City, this book can be sold for at least several thousand gold coins!
"Med'an, why haven't you seen your Uncle coming out to collect medicine recently?"
Abel bit off the last thread with his teeth, took the clothes in his hand and looked at them with satisfaction, and asked while helping the child fold the clothes,
"I want to buy more medicinal wine from last time. Thanks to him, Eliza's illness is much better!"
The child who put away the magic book smiled and stretched his left hand behind his back, making a weird gesture with his fingers, and a small bottle of purple medicinal wine appeared in his hand. He took the sewn leather jacket and handed the medicinal wine to the surprised Abel.
"Uncle has not been feeling well lately, so it will be warmer when we go out to collect herbs again! Look, your craftsmanship is still so good!"
The child put the book back into the bag on his waist, put the clothes in another bag, and responded politely.
"I'll leave first, Uncle Abel!"
The sensible child carefully pulled up the face covering around his neck. Abel's wife Eliza quickly walked out of the back room, stuffed two boiled eggs into Med'an's hands, carefully helped him arrange the face covering that covered most of his face, and then kissed Med'an's head gently.
"Blessing You and your Uncle, Little Med'an, must remember to come over for dinner next weekend, Auntie Eliza will make you your favorite seabass soup! Go back quickly, I will save you Uncle from worrying, little man."
Med'an nodded shyly, but just as he was about to go out, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Ta! Ta-ta!"
Abel stood up while peeling the baked potatoes, mumbling,
"Who else is visiting me at this time?"
As he said that, he was about to open the door, but Med'an suddenly changed his expression. Just when he was about to stop Abel, this loyal and honest Gravekeeper had already opened Great Door.
Then I saw a blue light in the endless darkness, faintly illuminating the face of the visitor. The tall and strong figure was a head taller than Abel, and judging from the "stick" wrapped in coarse cloth extending from the back of this guy, this guy was definitely not a kind person!
Abel couldn't help but take a step back. Med'an nervously stretched out his hand to hold the small wand inserted in his belt. His instinct told him that this person was coming for him.
"Uh... is this Abercrombie's house? I'm looking for a pair of people who live in seclusion near here. That child's name is Med'an... Oh, these eyes, let me guess, Little Med'an, is it you?"