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Volume 2 Life is about playing and being played, regardless of life or death File.6 To control the air, we must start from the surrounding areas

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    As the first player to reach 300 forging points, the system will naturally not give you a set of forging artifacts or artifact blueprints or other nonsense.  Of course, Lu De is really not cool enough to stand up to the obvious number one server: Master Blacksmith!  Interests wandering around the world.  Of course, there are also benefits brought by this title. For example, the cost of flying a griffon from Demacia City to Night Town can be reduced by 1 silver Of course, Lu De would rather think of this as a preferential treatment by the title rather than because of the additional reputation.  Bring discounts on fees.  The road to the Swamp of Sorrows from here may not be very peaceful, so please be careful Also, if possible, please try to stay away from the depths of Deadwind Pass, where terrifying monsters are said to live.  At the eastern exit of Night Town, Sarah Ladimore, who had finally accepted her father¡¯s belongings, solemnly told Lu De about the information she had.  Of course, Lu De did not forget to observe the restored Acchius for her.  Is this the original sword that my father used during his lifetime?  Although I had seen it when I was young, it had long been blurred Sure enough, I am still far from being able to keep up with him when he can use such a powerful weapon. Even you are now walking in front of me.  However, I will also take the path I have chosen to protect my companions.  Sarah stroked the sword and sighed.  I hope that one day you will be stronger than your father and continue to fight in your own wayand take care.  After saying that, the night watch girl inserted the torch in her hand into the hidden bracket at the end of Night Town and walked quickly into the darkness.  "You may be better than you think. Sarah Ladimore." The distance that the torch can extend is the farthest that Sarah can send light to Lu De.  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª Heading east from the exit of Night Town, crossing the narrow stone bridge between the steep canyons of the Headwind Trail, Lu De carefully bypassed the possible control range of those large falcon creatures with level 55 or above, and finally arrived.  Arrive at the site of Brohan's designated ruins - the Swamp of Sorrows.  It is also named with the word swamp. If Dustwallow Swamp is a bright mirror containing vitality, then this is a dirty place where PM2.5 seriously exceeds the standard.  It may not be clear from a distance, but as the footsteps deepen, Lu De can clearly feel it.  The place is shrouded in a layer of yellow-green smoke that never seems to dissipate.  The puddles all over the land are by no means clear, but filthy like turbulent streams of mud.  It seems like someone dropped a powerful enough plague bomb here.  Even the pools inside the swamp were so sticky that his boots almost got stuck several times.  "This time I have to draw the map by myself!" Looking at Scout Stonard walking back and forth on the road not far away, although he was wearing rags, he was afraid that others would not see him.  Lu De finally figured out what it meant that the Swamp of Sorrows could not provide a map.  You must know that Stonard is in the hinterland of the swamp!  Therefore, Lu De's search path had to be forced to change directions from the beginning - even a fool would like to find that there are definitely more Stonard orcs directly ahead.  If you don't want to be chased down by tribal guards with level up to 60.  It would be better to just change places He doesn't want to get into trouble!  "There is an alliance! For the Horde! lok'tar-o'gar!" A loud roar sounded behind him.  "Isn't it said that if the level difference is more than 10, it is almost impossible to be attacked by monsters! And I have not entered the hatred circle at all!" Lu De only felt that as soon as the sky darkened, something covered his head and face, and tied him and his mount tightly.  Strictly.  "There is actually a pocket net!" After being punished to this point, Lu De could no longer stand there and be beaten.  These scouts who are shouting to rush forward for the tribe are not even level 40.  Naturally, it is impossible to pose any threat to Lu De, who has just stepped into the level 50 threshold, but they happen to have the troublesome attributes of tribal NPCs.  Once these scouts enter the battle, all Horde players in Swamp of Sorrows will receive Stonard and be attacked!  prompts, and once some of them are bored and search for him then the following days may not be easy. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Lu De was not even in the mood to touch the corpses, and immediately summoned his mount to change directions and run away as soon as the fighting time passed.  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª The beasts in the Swamp of Sorrows are obviously much friendlier than the over-energetic tribal scouts - at least they have chosen to turn a blind eye to Lu De who rushes past within five yards of them.  In order to better avoidFor possible tribe players, Lu De deliberately chose to deviate a certain distance at the turning point of the road, while also looking at the list of people he knew on the tribe side. ? ?Unfortunately, they are all offline.  Because the mission requirements given by Brohan were too general, Lu De's mission actually became a cheating thing like finding a designated location on an unknown map.  Lu De, who frowned at the virtual map for a while, did not realize that due to his progress, he was getting closer and closer to an obstacle in the distance.  Fortunately, the knights below were well-trained and managed to stir up a large amount of muddy water at the last moment to avoid the tragedy of someone falling headfirst into the swamp.  "Is this an evacuation camp?" Lu De looked around at the buildings around him.  These sloping thatched huts supported in the swamp have long pillars and cone shapes that look a bit like mushrooms without stems.  Around the building, dozens of strange-looking creatures with shiny heads looked at his figure with blank eyes.  "Broken One?" If Lu De remembered correctly, he seemed to have seen this twisted form before in Delaney's main city.  "Hello, traveler. Do you know us?" A Broken One wearing a shabby gray-white robe walked towards Lu De, tapping the staff in his hand as a greeting.  "Yes, I once met a shaman in Exodar who looks very similar to you. Nobundo." Lu De was relieved to see that he could communicate.  "After all, these people are considered indigenous. It's better to ask them than to wander around on your own.  "Nobundo He is a sage who has mastered the way of shamanism. He is different from ordinary people like us Haha." Magtur smiled in a self-deprecating tone.  "However, we still have to be responsible for our own people - at least those of us who can survive the disaster and stay awake must be so. Even if we cannot become prophets like Velen, otherwise the Broken Ones will have no future.  Nobundo helps us to belong to the Exodar in name, right? "" In other words, the Exodar doesn't accept you?  I can probably understand. "The one in the Exodar is the shaman master.  , but the Broken One in front of Lu De is just an ordinary civilian - maybe not before, but now.  Although Lu De didn¡¯t say it clearly, Magtur understood what he meant.  But it seems that he is unwilling to mention this kind of thing too much.  Instead, he changed the topic.  "If possible. I hope you can help us collect the draenei crystals in the farmland shelter on the east side. Our kindred people live there, but they have gone completely crazy! We can't defeat them, but we need those robbed  The crystals help us guide the direction The crystals are scattered on the ground there. "That's a sacred object, and it's also their spiritual sustenance."  Magtur deliberately lowered his voice to the point of indistinctness.  "Actually, when we came to this continent, these crystals had become unsustainable due to the strong impact" - In other words, those crystals were actually fake.  "Okay. I'll help you. But do you know about the temple ruins here?" Lu De doesn't object to this kind of task of fetching things, not to mention the current suppression of monster levels will make this task even more difficult.  easy.  "Of course I know that thingthe temple in the center of the Pool of Tears! Those trolls claim to have a god named Hakkar living there, and they believe in him fanatically. But it's strange that they will throw artifacts everywhere  Outside, this is not normal! Come back and take a look at some of the so-called artifacts, and I'll tell you what that place is - but please be careful, there are a lot of dangerous green dragons hanging around the lake. "  His face changed.  "Watch your words and deeds, Magtur. We can't become frivolous because of the unknown" "Delaenei?" Lu De initially thought that this was just the dwelling of the draenei who had become the Broken Ones, but he didn't.  Thinking of seeing a normal Delaney appear in front of him.  "There are also a group of people who are dissatisfied with their attitude towards discriminating against the Broken - so that's why I'm here." The draenei named Ivern the Hermit nodded to Lud, and then turned to Magtur.  "I understand your desire to study those artifacts in the hope of finding a solution to the Broken Ones problem, but what if there is some evil curse on them? Look at those dragonmen by the lake, they have gone crazy!"   "A discarded artifact can still have such terrifying power?" In this world, the so-called artifact is actually a catalyst for establishing connections between priests and believers. Lu De more or less understands this.  "No, friend, Ivorn is right. I am too impatient. So, if possible, I hope you can take a look at how the creatures who come into contact with the artifact will react The artifact is usually made of rock.  The carvings." This time Magtur had no intention of refuting.  "As for the ruins you mentioned, after heading southeast for a while from the farmland shelter, you will see the Pool of Tears, with the ruins in its center. And" "And?" Lu De subconsciously asked.  One sentence.  "Those lost ones, maybe they will wake up one day, so if possible, it is best not to use excessive violence against them" Perhaps knowing that his words made no sense, Magtur turned his head to the side.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! ps: ps1: To be honest, the tribe in Swamp of Sorrows is very miserable. In front is Night Town and behind is Watch Castle. If the alliance once turns against each other and only the soldiers are stuck in Night Town, then  Even if the tribal troops in the outer realm don't starve to death, they will become semi-robbers who go around smashing and looting Not to mention the magician's teleportation, the transport of troops must rely on the Dark Portal! And with the terrain at night, retreating to the headwind path to defend the outside!  The army can only stare!
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