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Diablo 2 Chapter 76 Dungeon

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    "¡ª¡ªWhat a pity!" Although he received the resurrection technique from Whitemane, Mo Wen's expression was a little tangled.  It should be said that the result is good or bad. Mo Wen has roughly understood some of the basic principles and operating rules of resurrection, but this method is not very suitable for Mo Wen.  The reason why Whitemane was able to resurrect Renault with his current strength is because the two were childhood sweethearts and knew each other very well. This understanding even reached a certain level of understanding of each other's soul. Therefore, after Renault's death,  Whitemane can summon and repair his dissipating soul and damaged body, and finally achieve resurrection, but if she were another person, she would not be able to do this, which means that this method can only  It can be used on people you are very familiar with, but it will not have much effect on strangers.  Mo Wen can now combine the knowledge obtained from Whitemane to resurrect the people around him, which can be regarded as a gain. However, this is obviously different from the resurrection technique that he expected before, which can resurrect anyone.  He was slightly disappointed, and it was estimated that Mo Wen would not be able to use this kind of thing for a long time, because most of the people who followed him were women. They could be resurrected in the throne of God as heroic spirits after death, but what they really needed and  The only people worthy of his action are men with whom he has a good relationship - but such a person has not appeared once since Mo Wen started traveling!  "Well, it's not like there was no gain at all After all, my understanding of the soul is a step deeper, isn't it!" Mo Wen comforted himself in a low voice. When Mo Wen looked up, he happened to see Whitemane crawling from the ground.  stand up.  The scene that lowers Raynor off the wall.  "Resurrection, my warrior!" Although Mo Wen had his soul fragments taken away because of a resurrection spell.  Whitemane's face was extremely pale at this time, and he was shaky.  But even so, she still gritted her teeth, clasped her hands together, and recited a spell that could bring her lover back to life.  The dazzling white light lit up again, filling every corner of the room.  "Useless trash!" Mo Wen glanced at Varimathras, who was lying half-dead on the ground, and cursed in a low voice. Finally, he felt that this guy was somewhat useful to his plan, so he casually cast a spell on it.  shield.  Looking at the place where the white light shines, Mo Wen's eyes have a hint of amusement.  After a while.  The light of the resurrection spell gradually disappeared, but Whitemane was horrified to find that Renault still had his eyes closed and his body was motionless.  "¡ª¡ªHow could it be?" With confusion and anxiety in his eyes, as well as a hint of deep despair, Whitemane shouted almost hysterically: "Get up, get up! My warrior! Didn't you say that you want to stay forever?"  Are you protecting me? Get up." Her hands kept shaking Renault's body, trying to wake him up, but Renault didn't respond at all until the end.  But at this moment, Mo Wen's voice came to Whitemane's ears.  "It's useless, the existence that was killed by me. Once death is confirmed, there is no possibility of resurrection!" Being killed by Mo Wen himself, the essence contained in the body will be extracted, and Renault is now lying on the ground.  Rather than being so much himself, it is better to say that it is the remnant of the person named "Reno", just a body.  His soul, his true spirit, had been turned into nourishment and taken away by the throne of God.  Although Whitemane can resurrect, she does not have the ability to directly take an origin from the origin of the world to reshape Raynor's origin.  Besides, even if she did, it would just be a replica with the same memory and personality as Reno.  "No! You lied to me!" Whitemane, who didn't know the specific situation, didn't know what kind of despair he was facing.  But she could still roughly understand the meaning of Mo Wen's words.  "It must, it must be that I just cast the resurrection spell, and now I don't have enough mana. As long as I take a rest, I will definitely be able to revive Renault! Yes, that must be the case, yes." Her face was extremely pale, and the female prosecutor couldn't stop  She murmured, rather than saying that she believed it, it was better to say that she was forcing herself to believe it.  Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and with a move of his hand, the Ice Thunder Tribulation nailed to the wall flew back to his hand.  "Believe it or not, it's up to you, but I don't think you can wait until your mana is restored - don't you think that at this point, I will let you two go!" Looking at Varima lying on the ground  Sass glanced at it, and Mo Wen walked up behind Whitemane with a big sword, "That useless loser who passed out is still of some use. I can't let you publicize my collusion with the devil!" Big Sword  Raising it high, looking at the woman with her back to him, Mo Wen looked at her eyes.If there is no mercy, just swing the sword.  However, at this moment, Whitemane suddenly let out a scream.  "Wait a minute!" Holding Renault in her arms, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. She turned her head, bowed her head to Mo Wen, and said in a trembling voice: "Please, please don't kill me, at least not now, I,  I want to resurrect Renault!" Mo Wen curled his lips and said, "I told you that was impossible!" After that, he swung the big sword in his hand.  But at this moment, Whitemane suddenly let go of Renault in his arms, and suddenly hugged Mo Wen's thigh tightly.  Her eyes flashed with sadness and struggle, but in the end she shouted loudly: "Sir, I am willing to be your woman, I just ask you to give me a chance!" The castration of the amethyst sword stopped abruptly, and it was cutting.  After picking up a few strands of Whitemane's long hair, it stopped at her neck.  "What did you just say?" Mo Wen looked at the female prosecutor beneath him and frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something.  "Sir," Whitemane glanced bitterly at Renault who was lying next to him, and finally forced himself to smile. "I am willing to be your woman. I just hope that you will not kill me now and spare Renault in the future."  Life!" After saying that, although she was a little nervous, the female prosecutor still suppressed the sadness and pain in her heart.  He began to rub his two plump breasts against Mo Wen's legs. His shy and provocative look was extremely tempting.  On the other side, Mo Wen also fell into hesitation.  On the one hand, it's because Whitemane is such a touching creature, just curled up and crawling at your feet.  The low-pitched begging made people feel itchy and couldn't bear to refuse. On the other hand, it was also because of Whitemane's own value.  For a long time, the heroes of Mo Wen and Mo Wen generally have a problem, that is, lack of medical means, that is, a lot of can be played, and there will be a lot of assistance, but there are fewer medical care.  At least compared to Whitemane, a priest who can cast the resurrection spell, most of the heroic spirits in the Throne of Heroes except Unohana Retsu are somewhat incapable of doing anything, and Unohana Retsu has a difficult path to medical treatment due to his own personality.  It has basically come to an end. She, who is naturally bloodthirsty, was completely liberated after entering the Heroic Soul Seat, a battlefield that connects various small worlds. Now she is more inclined to use her Zanpakutš­ to kill people instead of treating them.  So if Whitemane can join.  It can obviously make up for one of the shortcomings of the God Throne Heroic Spirits.  And Mo Wen actually still has a little bit of extravagant hope in his heart, that is, because Whitemane wants to resurrect Raynor, he can take his resurrection technique to a higher level and learn how to directly take out the origin of the world and reshape the soul.  The ability of the true spirit.  Mo Wen and Yuan Chu have made a lot of money. Not only can they master this powerful resurrection technique, they may even learn a more effective and covert way to extract the origin from this process.  Although there is not much hope, there is still one thought, right? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? originally obtained the resurrection spell.  Mo Wen had never thought about taking on a female prosecutor, but now that he thought about it, her potential value was quite high.  Anyway, it¡¯s a deal that won¡¯t make you lose money, so it¡¯s worth giving it a try!  In just a few moments, Mo Wen made up his mind, and with a flash of white light in his hand, he put away the Ice and Thunder Tribulation.  He lowered his head, looked at Whitemane slowly, and said: "Are you sure you want to be my woman? You know, as far as I know, with your current level, the possibility of resurrecting Renault is almost slim!" Mo  Wen did not choose to lie to Whitemane and hide the difficulty of resurrecting Renault in order to get him. On the one hand, she was too lazy to do it. Whitemane's attitude could not affect the fact that she would be recovered by Mo Wen; on the other hand, it was also because she wanted to  Guiding her to improve her resurrection skills and telling Whitemane about the difficulties in reality would not interfere with her enthusiasm too much.  But Mo Wen¡¯s good intentions were obviously in vain, as the female prosecutor kept secretly looking at Renault¡¯s body and promised her words submissively. It was obvious that she didn¡¯t believe what Mo Wen said.  "Tsk!" Mo Wen was slightly unhappy. Although he knew what was going on, it still made him a little annoyed to see the woman who was about to become his own thinking about other men.  Eyes slightly narrowed, Mo Wen suddenly smiled evilly. He turned around, sat back on the chair in the cell, and then stretched out a finger to tickle Whitemane.  "It's empty talk, little Sally, I think you'd better fulfill your promise!" After hearing this, Whitemane, who was still a little absent-minded, turned pale, and subconsciously took a step back.  "Just, right here?" She stammered, "Are you a little too hasty?" Obviously, the female prosecutor??I still have a fantasy in my heart, hoping to delay it for a while.  But Mo Wen sneered, "I don't think so. After all, it's hard for me to believe little Sally's words. I don't want to be treated as an idiot!" Seeing Whitemane looking at Varimathras, Mo Wen saw Whitemane looking at Varimathras.  He took the lead and said, "You don't have to worry about this demon. If it wakes up and sees something it shouldn't see, I will personally send it back to its hometown!" It seemed that he had realized something. In the coma, Varimathras was covered in blood.  A shake.  "Okay, okay!" The only escape route was blocked. Whitemane's face became increasingly ugly. She lowered her head and glanced at Renault, but tears welled up in her eyes.  "Forgive me, my warrior, I really can't watch you die." Swinging his two long, round and white legs, Whitemane walked slowly to Mo Wen's side, then raised his thighs and sat astride him.  On Mo Wen's body, he hugged Mo Wen and offered a sweet kiss.  With the sound of slurping, pieces of clothing were slowly taken off and thrown to the ground. The chair began to creak, whining continuously as if it was overwhelmed.  After a dull cry, there was a burst of whispers, which seemed to be a conversation between two people.  One of them said with a hint of pride, "This is actually the first time, that Renault guy can't do it, right?" The other one was a little sad and hollow, "My adoptive father was here before, and he didn't agree with Renault and me. Later,  Renault felt a little guilty because of that incident, so he never had time." Then the first voice brought out a slight chuckle, "Don't worry, I promise that no matter what, I am stronger." There was a short pause  screamed, and all the voices calmed down.  The brazier in the dungeon made a roaring sound. Under the flickering firelight, two long black shadows were reflected on the wall. One leisurely blended with the shadow of the seat, swaying back and forth, while the other seemed to be riding a horse.  Like a galloping horse, it keeps moving up and down.  (To be continued) PS: Thanks for the monthly votes of Feng Yahuang, Tireas, Detective 008, Black Week 3, and Stone on the Frozen Throne.  
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