Fishing Druid in Another World

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What Luo Bo didn't expect was that the situation he encountered this time was a little bit more complicated than he thought. ♦♦  ♦♦

The dark druid whom he beat away was indeed evil.

And at the critical moment, he chose to let himself go. Instead of resisting, he actually added fuel to the flames. The only remaining obsession is to kill Luo Bo.

Sometimes, when a person hates another person, it can be so simple and decisive. The hated person becomes the outlet for all negative emotions to explode. This is how crimes of passion come about.

The problem is that if most people do this, they may have a chance to reflect afterwards, but this dark druid obviously does not.

Because he sacrificed his conscious personality. It is also known as selling one’s soul.

Selling your soul does not mean that you can only do whatever you are asked to do, but that the protection is removed and external forces deliberately and wantonly change your personality.

And after paying this price, he did usher in his highlight moment.

Of course, at this time, it is actually more accurate to call it ‘it’.

The body becomes tall and burly, broken arms regenerate, the head grows horns, the tongue is forked, and the skin becomes bark...

"Me! Sazar..."

‘Crack! ’ A huge mouth with sharp teeth suddenly poked out from the black mist, biting the man in half, swallowing the upper half first, then skillfully rolling the tongue and swallowing the lower half.

Do you think that if you fall into evil and become a member of the evil, other evils will be allies?

joke!

Survival of the fittest is also prevalent within Xie Yi!

What's the difference between howling in a place like this at night and shining a light in a dark forest?

Of course, I was taught how to be a human being by the cruel reality.

The owner of the giant mouth soon transformed into a kind-looking, elderly man.

He clicked his lips, as if he was savoring the aftertaste of the food. At the same time, he began to have the aura of a user of the power of nature.

Then, clothes and equipment also appeared, and vines, branches and other decorations were also generated.

"Sure enough, the child who took away the little thumbtack on my forehead was very interesting!" After the elder digested the memory of the dark druid, he began to walk towards the cave where Robbo was.

At first, he looked like an octopus that had landed on the beach. He walked unsteadily, his waist was soft and his belly was hard.

But after taking a few steps, he looked like a normal person. After taking a few more steps, he seemed to have a bearing and rhythm.

"Hehe, haha, haha!" He laughed strangely, constantly adjusting his voice, and his figure gradually disappeared into the black mist...

Luo Bo's high perception is still not good enough. His danger perception is hazy and cannot be concreted. He can only rely on guessing.

At this moment, he felt a bad omen, and naturally associated it with the changes in the Black Swamp, so he further strengthened the current environment.

He took out the salt he had boiled.

Salt is considered sacred in this world and has the effect of exorcising evil spirits.

Because salt is pure.

It is also because people generally believe that Baihuahua’s salt is pure.

To put it bluntly, things that look pure are given the concept of purity by people.

And people also firmly believe that pure and clean things are the least likely to be broken.

In this extraordinary world, people's faith can support the gods. So what will happen if countless people's affirmations are blessed on salt?

The answer is that even if it wasn't originally sacred, it is now sacred.

After all, from a certain perspective, the essence of transcendence is to change the world with your heart and make all your wishes come true!

Although Robo did not have modern purification tools, he had extraordinary knowledge. Combined with his own knowledge of earthlings, he prepared purer snow salt.

Now, this is the casting material. Usage is also simple, just pour it on the ground and form a circle.

According to the thinking of flower growers, they would probably say: Is this too hasty?

But this is a magical world, and Westerners use it this way.

Of course, what's more important is that, apart from his professional druid skills, Robbo has not mastered the Western folk art of nightmare and victory. It can only be done with simplicity.

Before the specific operation, you can clean up first.

In fact, the inside of the dome is not very dirty.

The Warcraft family still knows how to eliminate at designated points.

As for why I chose the passage, it’s because it’s the back door of my house, and I wouldn’t go there under normal circumstances.

What could Robbo say? The only thing to blame is that he chose the dung path.

Also, druids shouldn’t reject these. After all, as extraordinary gardeners, how could druids not deal with the most common organic fertilizers in this era?

Isn't the so-called earthy fragrance among farmland and flowerbeds mixed with the smell of Origi in disguise?

Moreover, the wilderness jungle in reality is not the green water and green mountains seen through the camera with a filter, or it may be fairyland or magic, but it is full of mosquitoes and dirty and muddy.

Druid crawls around like wild beasts every day, how can he be clean?

So, if you scream and scream when you see some defecation, who are you showing off to?

Of course, Luo Bo didn't scream or make exaggerated expressions. He just complained and used specific actions to demonstrate his pursuit of hygiene that was different from the vast majority of people in the world.

For example, he first picked a corner in the dome that looked the cleanest and most comfortable.

I went to the small waterfall again and carefully cleaned my boots, pants, gloves and raincoat, and then I felt that my heart was not so prickly.

He thought that he could not be considered as a germophobe. After all, the things he cleaned were soaked in the stinking water of the Black Swamp. God knows how dirty the water is and how many bacteria there are.

At least he felt that compared with the "Buddha sees 48,000 insects in a bowl of water", it must be far beyond the standard.

He did not boil water because the pot was small and only one mouthful. He boiled the clothes and then used it to cook rice...

Speaking of cooking, Robo had been hungry for a day and had food, but he did not eat it.

There was a family of Warcraft at the scene. It was not appropriate for him to eat without feeding; if he fed, the little he brought would only be enough to fill the gaps between the other party's teeth, and it would also make him unable to continue.

Theoretically, the druid has an iron fear, which is incomparable to any Bear Grylls Druid.

But this place is a bit weird, and he has not yet mastered the passive talent of the druid, which is immune to all poisons. So...

He simply boiled some hot water to drink, boiled it for a while longer, and disinfected it with a holy candle.

Then the old man transformed by the weird appeared.

This person is not any evil being that Robo has encountered before.

This beast is of a very high level, so high that it can block the erosion of holy light with a layer of skin, deceive Robo's observation, and he can't see anything unusual about him.

However, Robo is also very vigilant.

Robo has the loneliness and defensiveness that come with a time traveler, especially he is a bit suspected of being a conspiracy theorist. He is used to thinking about things with a questioning attitude.

As soon as the old man appeared, he began to think about how likely it is that lone wolf adventurers from the wilderness appear here one after another?

In fact, he was skeptical about Wangzai's discovery and the fight between Warcraft and Dark Druid.

He thought that Wangzai might be a deliberate arrangement.

And he happened to catch up with the fight between Dark Druid and Warcraft and entered a critical moment, which was also the guidance of the thread of fate.

In modern times on Earth, only charlatans like to link things to fate, but in this world, the God of Destiny does exist. The power of destiny is indeed a kind of extraordinary power.

Then he would naturally have an extra consideration.

Although the priesthood of fate is in the hands of the God of Fate, the priesthood is actually like the shares of a listed company, and it is not exclusive to the God of Fate.

The priesthood of the God of Fate has prerequisites. For example, He is only the God of Fate of mankind, and only the God of Fate of this continent. It is not His turn to make decisions in the sea or on another continent, or in other non-human races.

Even in his jurisdiction, there are other beings who can play with fate, but He is an institution, and others are retail investors, with different scales and methods.

From the moment he crossed the portal and was pulled into the Black Swamp, he felt that an invisible web of fate had covered him.

Is this someone who is good at playing with fate, messing with him?

And if that is the case, the kind-looking old man in front of him is a failure!

Because in his opinion, the old man's appearance at this time is over for the whole play!

Isn't there a saying: If you want people to believe it, make them think that the information they get is derived and analyzed by their own wisdom.

According to this theory, the fight between Wangzai and Black Druid can be a self-righteous coincidence.

Wangzai can be explained as an encounter after a careful search.

The fight between Dark Druid and the Warcraft can be understood as a coincidence after he made his own choice.

But how to explain the appearance of this old man? He beat the young and came to the old, to avenge the escaped Black Druid?

It seems to make sense?

In short, he is not a serious person.

The old man who was not a serious person spoke first: "Young man, can I borrow your protection and spend a night in peace?"

Robo secretly complained: "Young man? You are asking for help but still stepping on others. You are clearly taking advantage of your age? What's more, you came in without invitation and asked hypocritically. Are you disgusting?"

He replied: "You are welcome. I want to rest. Please don't disturb me."

After saying that, he used telepathy to tell Wangzai to keep an eye on it, and then took out moisture-proof mats and slept on the floor.

He asked the natural dome to prepare a set of semi-old and useful wilderness survival equipment for him.

Daros, the grandson of the great druid Cenmu, gave it to him. He used them when he was in Arlin Castle and now. They are really good.

The surrounding of his bed is surrounded by pure salt. This is the second level of defense against evil.

There is also a third level, a gift from the natural dome, a kind of pine cone blessed by nature, dry, pressed in four directions, which is both a protection and an early warning device.

Then Rob went to sleep.

The strange old man was not in a hurry. He glanced at Wangzai and the Warcraft family. He sat on the ground regardless of the dampness and cold, and took out his pipe, the kind used by Gandalf and Bilbo.

He also used his beard as sackcloth, wiped the mouthpiece and started smoking. While smoking, he stared at the sanctuary staff used as a holy candle tiki pole, and the more he looked at it, the more his brows frowned...