The Search for the Lost Life

The ensuing battle was silent and quick, and the frost plague was hit around the selected monsters in front in large numbers. The group of monsters that had been caught by the tree-eating monsters were immediately hit by the frost plague, and their bodies were covered with light blue frost.

Group after group of monsters kept falling, whispering that at this time, he no longer had the mind to read any DPS records.

He has always made Mobai the focal point of the portrait, always observing her situation.

Then, he noticed something—although Mobai couldn't heal the wound easily through food like him, but the treatment of the nectar master can play a great role.

Whispering, as a senior nerd, has naturally read a lot of Western fantasy novels, so he will understand after a quick turn of his mind.

It turns out that although the wound cannot be healed by diet, even the aborigines of this world can recover immediately under the effect of healing!

Thinking of this, Whispering, who had been depressed and worried, became much better.

Looking at Mobai, who was extremely flexible in battle and was rarely injured by those skeletons, he murmured and shook his head.

Even if you can completely avoid physical attacks by dodging, there are still a lot of range magic attacks in the game World of Warcraft, as well as some must-hit continuous damage.

It seems that we have to find a way to find a reliable stable treatment?Or go to Novice Village to pick one up?

Following the whimpering imagination, a group of people finally reached the deepest part of the Shadow Crypt.

After defeating the shadow priest who controlled a large number of skeletons, the team of five walked up to the archbishop.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and the archbishop's attack was not considered strong, but as the battle progressed, he suddenly pointed at Mobai. Mobai only felt that something had come out of his body. Even his blood bar was empty.

At the same time, an all-black shadow rushed into the team of five, its petite body shuttled through the crowd, and first aimed at the honey picker who was being treated.With the knife in hand, the health bar of the honey picker dropped by a quarter.

But fortunately, the honey picker is at least seventy at the full level. As a priest, he immediately put a shield on himself to absorb the damage, and quickly ran towards the tree eater who is the anti-war.

Under the command of the honey picker, everyone focused on the little black shadow to kill it first.

Mobai immediately changed hands, and touched a piece of ice with a lot of frost disease, the knife in her hand pierced the black shadow's abdomen, and when she faced her, she was surprised to find that the black shadow seemed to be very similar to herself, at the same height , the same pointed and long ears, the same thin figure, the same hands holding a weapon...

She thought of the feeling of something being pulled away before, so this black shadow is part of herself?

Mobai suddenly felt that this feeling was very fresh, fighting against himself?

It's a pity that this black shadow's ability is not even one-tenth of Mobai's. Under the concentrated fire attack of several DPS, his blood bar quickly ran out and disappeared before his eyes.

Next, everyone attacked the archbishop again.

After another black shadow of a warlock appeared, the archbishop's blood was only one-fifth left. He summoned his phantom in desperation, but finally fell under the hands of the five-member team.

Mobai didn't care about the equipment. According to what A'dal said, he found Chitnaru in the Auchenai Crypt glowing with black light.

It told Mobai that of course this matter can be resolved, all you need is to get the mirror of the soul, and that mirror is on the other wall.

This is a strange mirror, Mo Bai stands in front of the mirror, the mirror is smooth and translucent, clearly showing the stone steps behind Mo Bai and the corpse of the boss, but Mo Bai himself in the middle is completely blurred, only I can vaguely see the outline of a human figure, black and white, but I can't see anything else clearly.

"Bring this mirror of soul back to Nagrand, and you will find the real reason." The voice of the dark naru came from behind, and when Mo Bai Xun turned back, the dark naru had gradually disappeared.

As if avoiding Mobai's possible questions, Mobai vaguely felt the world's resistance to her again.

In those maps before, Mobai also encountered similar subtle situations. When she made inferences about certain situations there, the world seemed to resist her actions.

Mobai, who has a long memory of the past, can even think of an explanation: rules.

The rules of this world do not allow her to know too much in advance, and the reason is obvious.

—she was half a warrior.

"Mobai?" The whispering voice called Mobai back, and he walked to her side, "What's the matter? They have already returned to Hearthstone, we can only run out, be careful when we get to the door later, maybe the group of people Still fighting."

Whispering is naturally worried that Mobai may become an innocent target.

As a stalker himself, he remains invisible after exiting the dungeon, and he only needs to walk a short distance to get on the flying mount.

And Mobai, as a player who has not reached the full level, can neither sneak nor fly.

Up to now, Whispering is still worried about Mobai's situation, death, which is a very common experience in World of Warcraft, suddenly becomes a luxury.

"En." Mobai nodded, put the mirror of soul into the backpack, nodded and murmured back to the original path.

"Mobai, how did you feel when the honey picker added blood to you just now?" Whispering asked the most concerned question in his heart.

"Huh?" Mobai looked at him suspiciously and frowned, as if this was not a good question, "The treatment of holy light can indeed heal the wound and restore blood immediately, but for my half-dead body, it also has its own There is bound to be pain."

She is a death knight, the dead who has returned from death.

How could the priest's holy light give her a pleasant experience?

"That's it." Whispering seemed a little frustrated.

It seems that although the effect is good, the side effects are a bit bigger...

But—quickly whispering and flashing eyes—the nurse profession in World of Warcraft is not limited to priests, paladins, druids, and shamans can all be healed.

Paladins are of course Pass, but druids and shamans are both natural spells, not holy light.

Thinking of this, Whispering even made his footsteps a lot lighter.

Mobai just glanced at the man who didn't know what he was thinking, and didn't ask any further questions.

Soon, they were back at the door of the Auchenai Crypt.

There were corpses everywhere, and the bones made the whole of Auchenai look extremely tragic.

Whispering, as a PVP enthusiast, has seen such a scene several times. Looking at Mobai, which seems to be the first time he saw it, he curled his lips and said, "This is just in the wild. If you enter the battlefield, especially like the Oakland Valley Such a battlefield with 40 people is spectacular, and it really deserves the title of battlefield."

Of course, while talking, he did not forget to add: "The battlefield is similar to the dungeon, and it is a separate scene for players to fight."

Mobai nodded to express his understanding, followed to the open space outside, looked at the skeleton warhorse summoned by Whispering, and summoned the Acherus warhorse himself: "I'm really not interested in the battlefield."

"..." Whispering looked at Mobai running away, not in the mood to envy that handsome horse anymore.

The remaining tasks are very simple.

Mobai held the mirror of soul, and just stepped into the ancient grassland with Oshu'gu, when the mirror of soul came out.

In front of him is a wandering ancient orc ancestor. He had just reached the front of the mirror of the soul, and saw a ray of light shining on it.With a sigh, a black element appeared in front of his eyes.

The mirror revealed the dark souls within the ancient orc ancestors.

Seeing the dark soul being illuminated, he was puzzled for a while, and then he turned his head and rushed towards Mobai. Of course, Mobai also put away the mirror of soul, and took out his weapon to be ready to fight.

Although Dark Soul is only level 68, the golden little golden dragon logo above its head shows its identity as an elite monster.

Mobai cautiously avoided the attack of the dark soul, and quickly walked around behind it with the Frost Plague and quickly slashed it down.

For these elemental creatures, Mobai has already dealt with them very skillfully.

Although the reaction speed and power of this dark soul are much stronger than ordinary elemental creatures, Mobai traded a few wounds for the adjustment of the attack rhythm, and the following ones can almost deal with it intact.

Finally, after killing fifteen dark souls, the soul mirror no longer emitted any light.

Mobai looked at the mirror of soul in his hand, it was completely blurred inside.Not only her shadow, but even the scenery behind her can't be seen clearly.

So, it's energy depletion?Mobai thought leisurely, shook the sword with his empty hand, and pinned the sword to his waist.

The elemental bead of this dark soul was unexpectedly hard, and after beating for a while, the tiger's mouth ached.

With a pair of eyes not far away, the crystal-studded Oshu'gun quietly looked at Mobai.

Mobai took out the food in the backpack, at least to restore her depleted blood to full, she looked at the scratch marks on the back of her hand with black air, and pursed her lips.

In the next second, Mobai spread the evil breath all over his body, increasing his speed to a certain value, and left the position where he was standing in the blink of an eye.

Those eyes blinked in surprise, but soon felt a cold blade appearing on his neck.

The orc's powerful fighting instinct allowed him to back away from this dangerous control immediately, even if the price in exchange was a long gash in his chest, and blood gushed out.

His brown eyes were fixed on Mobai, as if the wound on his chest was nothing.

Mobai looked at the brown-skinned orc in front of her. Of course she knew: "The orc of Galadar?" Leaving the scope set by the game, but what happened to the orc in front of him?Is it a hidden mission?

"Yes." Looking directly at Mobai's undisguised cold gaze, even a mighty orc would inevitably avoid direct eye contact, "I, I'm Garrosh..." When he said this, his voice was distinct. A little lower, and bug-like, "Garrosh Hellscream."

Judging by his appearance, he seemed extremely apprehensive about saying his last name.

Mobai raised his eyebrows, he didn't understand his reaction, and he didn't have any interest in understanding: "Then, what's the purpose of you watching from the sidelines for so long?"

If Whispering was on the side at this time, he would definitely lament Mobai's butterfly effect while mourning that Mobai didn't know what a great story the surname "Hellscream" has.

However, Whisper was absent.

Therefore, Garrosh found that the blood elf in front of him didn't seem to have any bad emotions because he was the son of Hellscream, and his mood became a little happier, and his eyes changed from dark brown to brighter golden brown.

"I saw your fight, well, it's amazing!"

The author has something to say: I'm really sorry, I just updated it now.

But the disappearance of the past few days also brought good news. Bai Ye's renting matter has finally come to an end. If everything goes well, I will be able to have internet access tomorrow or the day after tomorrow [It is secretly posted at work now...]

Therefore, the update can be restored, and then start to save the manuscript~

PS: Let me make a little complaint. In Jingshui Liufeng’s article, my friend complained that the H chapter was locked because the water was so clear that I couldn’t see the meat. Yesterday, many people were lamenting that Baiye also had a day of being locked. It’s really a fresh experience. =_=