I, who traveled to Chunwu, entered Stalingrad again?

With the financial support of the "UMR" lady, Zaimuzuo began to purchase various materials needed for the ceremony. This is thanks to Kel'Thuzad's contribution. He replaced all the relatively rare materials in the Dalaran ceremony with common herbs and Human and animal blood and components, and even a certain prescription can be slightly adjusted, and the effect is only affected.

"Human blood...chicken blood...sheep's head...cow's horns...toad eyes...sturgeon roe...well, these are not difficult, but what is this day lily? It is often found next to forest troll lairs??? Where can I find you a troll?"

Among them, the biggest problem Zai Muzao encountered was Azeroth and the real world. The names of these herbs could not be said to be different, or they could be said to have nothing to do with each other.

But fortunately, Cai Muzuo only needs to compare the various plants on the Internet with the real plants according to the growth environment, appearance characteristics, medicinal effects and other characteristics of these plants, and he can always find a few similar species through stumbles.

"There are yellow flowers, long flowering period, large flower diameter, short and sturdy plant, more than 7 leaves, edible and transplantable. Hmm? Isn't this the day lily??? Kel'Thuzad, are you really sure that you are a mage? Instead of a cook???"

After careful comparison, Zaimuzuo had doubts about his plan for the first time. He began to doubt whether these plants with the same shape and the same growth conditions could really achieve the so-called equivalent replacement, and whether the ceremony could It really works.

After all, if such a mixture of ingredients, common herbs and other abnormal things can really make an ordinary mortal qualified to step into the door of the magical world.

Then there should be all kinds of wizards flying around on this earth, instead of disappearing like they are now.

But he decided to take the risk in the end, because there were no highly toxic substances that needed special attention among all the materials. Even if it failed, the general result should be just like eating Indian special Maserati delicacies, and there is no danger of death.

But it's a dangerous act to travel to another world, even if it seems like he's only dreaming.

Zaimuzuo clearly understood that if the last time he faced Azeroth was not some necromancers hiding their heads and showing their tails, but Arthas who had become the Lich King and the undead army formed, then his best ending would be Became another dead soul under Frostmourne, and was imprisoned in the bitter cold of the north like the Captain Falrick in the history of the game, waiting for the brave to come to his door.

Besides, a badly wounded, half-crippled dreadlord can nearly devour his own soul with far-reaching aftereffects, but what about even more powerful demons?What about those indescribable evil gods?

Before going to the next world, he must have a certain amount of self-protection power. He has had enough of the embarrassment of being a grassroots fighter.

There are two extraordinary paths in front of him, one is the path of the necromancer passed down from Kel'Thuzad, and the other is the path of fel energy, which is simpler and rougher, and can be used whenever he wants.

"Can such a weird thing like evil energy be used or not! Who knows if it will attract demons in this world? Or will the sequelae be further expanded? Compared with eating shit, I would rather eat pig chaff, evil energy? Dogs don't even need it! "

Zaimuzuo understands that compared to the uncontrollable evil energy, Necromancer is a notorious profession in the eyes of many people, but it is also a more rational choice. He knows how to improve himself, arm himself, and even develop more Research, and fel energy is purely instinctive.

However, this brings up another problem, talent.

If a magical genius like Jaina, even without the assistance of any rituals and props, can sense the magical elements and the magic net formed by them in the meditation on the first day of practice.

As for those mediocre, it takes months or even years of systematic training to succeed by chance.

Unfortunately, he is the latter. These days, every night of meditation has not been spared, and all of them ended up falling asleep.

Main World 3: Chapter 253 Chapter 230 Chapter [-] The water here is too deep, you can't hold it!

Zaimuzao has no way of knowing whether his talent is extremely poor, or whether there are no so-called magic elements and magic nets in this world.

But he is more inclined to the former, because his existence itself is a challenge to the laws of physics in the real world. At least the laws of physics and chemistry that people now know cannot explain his time travel and evil energy, even if it is omnipotent. Neither does quantum entanglement.

So he simply gave up his useless attempts at meditation and concentrated on preparing for tomorrow night's conflict.

He first went to various pharmacies to buy enough blood donation bags and corresponding blood drawing tools, and then ordered a large freezer for storing blood and other materials. These things, together with the medicinal materials purchased online before, had put Miss "UMR" The funds provided cost seven to seventy-eight eighty-eight, and now Zaimokzao urgently needs to find a new "funder" to provide sponsorship.

As for the new source of funds, Zaimokiza pinned his hopes on the big fish that was released by the three of Hosoyamada. It must not be a poor ghost who can resell the existence of these contraband.

Therefore, the conflict tomorrow night is inevitable. Considering the ominous number of opponents, it is certain that there are cold weapons, and there may even be hot weapons. Make corresponding marks and plan your own escape plan.

"Well... now I'm short of a weapon that's handy."

After digging and setting all the traps, Zaimuza wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.

The lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, he was not arrogant enough to subdue a dozen or more thugs with just bare hands without using evil energy.

First of all, the butterfly knife he seized was ruled out. In Zai Muzuo's view, the only use of this kind of thing is to show off and be handsome, and at most scare unarmed students.

Secondly, he looked at the engineering shovel he just put down. There is no doubt that this is a good weapon. The shovel body is hard, the blade is sharp, and the length is moderate. If it is on the battlefield, it will be a good choice. There are quite a few Engineers used it as a close weapon instead of a bayonet.

But what Zai Muzuo wants now is not a massacre, but a weapon that can quickly subdue the enemy without causing fatal injuries, and a weapon that opens and closes like an engineer shovel will inevitably kill or injure it.

The question haunted him all day, until he found the answer on a third day of wandering after school.

This hardware store on the side of the main road has no business at all. A middle-aged fat man who is over forty years old is half lying on a wicker chair, fanning a cattail fan while lazily watching Timu Zuo pick and choose among many goods. .

"Boy, if you are going to fight, you'd better not choose that crowbar, and don't use the shovel I sold you yesterday! I see you, why don't you go to the sports store next door and buy a baseball bat! It works!"

The fat uncle said slowly, a shop like his has not been opened for three years, and it has been open for three years. It mainly serves familiar construction teams on major construction sites, as well as old customers of major units. As for the loose items , dispensable, if it is not necessary to maintain a storefront to attract customers, he would not even bother to open the door.

And he has seen a lot of young people like Cai Muzuo. Young people are very angry, and they usually have no seriousness in attacking. If someone is killed, it is not a big deal to track the murder weapon and finally catch him. trouble.

"Ok?"

Zai Muzao turned around when he heard the words, and smiled.

"Boss, what you said is very reasonable, but it's a pity that baseball bats have no deterrent effect, and I'm not used to them, but you have such a big shop, don't you have any more professional equipment? After all, it's a matter of whether you use it or not The thing is, the guy is holding it in his hand, so he can't let others look down on him."

A baseball bat is naturally enough for general fighting, but if it is a one-on-one fight, its power seems a bit insufficient.

"Why is it gone? I also buy a lot of black leather. It depends on whether you can use it! If you can't use it, it's better to use a baseball bat for practicality."

The fat boss regained his energy when he heard this, jumped up from the wicker chair, and led the wooden seat into a compartment.

There are a lot of equipment, police riot shields, T-shaped batons, riot forks, nunchakus and various other self-defense weapons and protective clothing.

Cai Muzuo looked it over carefully, first tried the baton, played with the nunchaku for a while, and finally picked up a well-made swing stick.

This self-defense throwing stick is made of 5160 steel, and the cross guard is composed of three sections. It can be stored all at ordinary times and is easy to carry.

The first section is solid, which makes it have a good sense of balance. Zai Muzuo tried to swing it, the weight is suitable, and the handle has also been treated with anti-slip. It feels very good, and he is quite satisfied with it.

"That's right, that's it! How much?"

The fat boss looked at the humming sound of the swinging stick by Timu Zuo, with a standard posture, and the force was just right, with the appearance of a veteran, and he began to regret it, so he opened his mouth and quoted a high price.

"One hundred thousand yen in favor."

"Boss, why don't you grab it? This price is enough to buy a really good sword!"

Timu Zuo twitched the corner of his mouth, how could a self-defense thing be so expensive.

"I'm afraid you will snatch it! My child, I still advise you. It's better to go back and study hard than anything else. What's the use of fighting? Can you keep winning? Your family sent you to Zongwu High so good!" School, just to rely on brute force to eat in the future?"

The fat boss pointed to the Sobu high school uniform on Zai Muzuo, paused, and said quietly:

"Those brotherhoods are all fake! You are still young, the water here is too deep, you can't grasp it!"

"Boss, you can rest assured that I was only forced to defend myself. If I were to rob others, wouldn't holding a knife be scarier than this? How much is it?"

The fat boss naturally didn't believe this kind of nonsense, but it's hard to persuade the damn ghost, and he stopped persuading him after the accidental encounter.

"You give [-], you take this thing away, and don't drag me out after the accident."

"I understand the rules, but you have to give me another pair of stab-resistant gloves."

Cai Muzuo paid the money readily, and picked out a pair of steel wire gloves from various armors, which can protect him all the way to his elbows. As for other armors, they are too expensive and impractical. Ordinary swords are hard to hurt. To him, and if the opponent really has a gun, this cheap anti-riot shield and anti-stab suit will have no effect.

After making all the preparations, Zai Muzao came to the agreed park again, hid the boxes containing blood donation bags, blood drawers and other medical supplies in a bush, and sat cross-legged at the intersection with a self-defense stick Under a tree, waiting for the prey to come.

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Main World 3: Chapter 254 Hey, OK, I'm Winning

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Main World 3 : Chapter 255 Chapter 240 Turns out to be a little bastard!

Heiwa Park is located in the suburbs leading to Yachimata in the east of Chiba City. It is far away from the city center, making the rents in the nearby neighborhoods low and sparsely populated. At the same time, the speed of police dispatch is naturally a few beats slower, so that the law and order is worse than that of the city center. Several times, the government's repeated rectification has no effect, especially at night.

Timuzuo sits cross-legged under the big banyan tree in the center of the park like an old monk in meditation, facing the entrance and facing away from the woods where he dug a trap.

I waited from dusk until midnight, but I didn't get the mobile blood bag he had planned. I only met a few passers-by who took a shortcut on their way home from get off work.

It wasn't until around one o'clock in the morning that the sound of noisy footsteps came from a distance.

Hosoyamada and the other three walked in the front, followed by three NO.40 colorful young men who were whistling, some of them were holding baseball bats, some were holding nunchucks. A middle-aged man in a windbreaker and top hat.

The three of Hosoyamada and the others kept nodding and bowing to the people behind them, while searching for something, and soon they found Zaimuzuo who was sitting upright.

"Brother Long!"

Hosoyamada, with ash-blonde hair, pointed to Zaikiza in surprise.

"It's him! He broke the rules and robbed my goods!"

The middle-aged man named Long Ge took off his sunglasses and took a closer look, his face instantly showed embarrassment, and he returned to normal after a while.

And Cai Muzuo, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, also opened his eyes that had been closed all the time, and looked at the so-called "Brother Long" with playful eyes.

It turned out that this middle-aged man with a swollen face was the fat owner of the hardware store who sold Zai Muzao self-defense weapons in the afternoon and advised him to study hard!

"The water here is too deep, I can't grasp it, let you come?"

Cai Muzuo sneered, but at the same time he couldn't help feeling the complexity of human nature. In the afternoon, he was a kind uncle who tried to persuade him not to fight, but in the evening he became the leader of drug dealers who ruined countless people. Human beings are really interesting.

But in a blink of an eye, he thought, isn't he also such a person?I once had to do evil in order to survive, but why didn't I regret it in the dead of night?

What the fat boss said in the afternoon was definitely from the heart, and the story behind him is by no means simple.

But no matter how interesting the other party's story is, whether his nature is good or bad, this fat man has already stood on the opposite side of him and blocked his way.

Since it is an enemy, there is no need to talk about affection.

And "Brother Long" on the opposite side was also full of emotions. When the three of Hosoyamada came to his door, he thought it was some gang who was dissatisfied with the division of the territory and deliberately found fault. This is not uncommon.

So they gathered so many people, and asked their confidantes to take up guns to fight against the battle, but they never thought that the other party was a doll who had not yet graduated from Zongwu High School.

"The future is terrifying!"

Looking at the fearless Cai Muzuo, who looked very much like himself back then, "Brother Long" couldn't help admiring, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he loved talents in his heart, and he didn't care about Cai Muzuo's provocation. Said kindly:

"Where is the little brother from? Beat these three useless firewood, but to throw stones to ask for directions? Return the things, and then eat meat, drink wine, and soak horses. Wouldn't it be nice?"

"Don't dare to forget your teaching this afternoon!"

Cai Muzuo sneered, jumped up from the ground, scanned the surroundings, flexed his muscles and bones, pressed the swing stick hidden in his sleeve with his right hand, and prepared to fight.

His adrenaline began to secrete, his blood began to boil, and at the same time his brain began to run at high speed while keeping awake, constantly analyzing the current situation.

If only this few people don't have hot weapons, it seems that they can't even use the prepared traps.

Impressed by the wooden seat, he took a mouthful of disdain.

"The little bastard is tired of working, right? Do you think it's a big deal to win three scumbags?"

Brother Long's eyes instantly became gloomy after being so humiliated.

But before Brother Long could speak, his confidant at the side, the green-haired young man wearing earrings and nose rings, began to show his courteousness.

"Are you good at beating? Are you good at beating? You have to be powerful and have a background when you come out to play. Do you know who is in front of you?"

"Oh? I don't know which way you are from?"

Zai Muzao responded with a smile while walking towards the crowd.

"My name is Kunshan Long. I am entrusted by the big men in Guam to be in charge of the sales of goods in these seven blocks. Brothers praise me, call me Brother Long, if you don't like it, call me Father Long, and I can bear it. Let's all live in peace, otherwise..."

Kunshan Long first cupped his hands toward the east, boasted a lot, then changed his tone casually, and threatened, which caused many thugs to burst into laughter.

"Hurry up and call him Father Long! Otherwise, you'll be rewarded!"

A cold light flashed in Cai Muzuo's eyes, the problem was a little more serious than he imagined, but that's all!

"It turned out to be small! Deflated! Three!!!"

Before he finished speaking, he flew out like a rabbit out of a cage, aiming at Xi Shantian who was currently blocking the front.

And the seemingly tall Hosoyamada seemed to recall some terrifying memories from his muscles, instead of making a move to block Zaimukza, he let out a strange cry and immediately turned his head and fled.

"Chance!"

Seeing this scene, Zaimuza was overjoyed, and he immediately seized the opportunity after many battles, caught up and kicked Hosoyamada's ass hard.

This made the yellow-haired bastard tighten his buttocks, let out a scream like a pig, staggered into the crowd under the blessing of great strength, and knocked the other thugs to the ground before they had time to react .

Zaimuko, on the other hand, got into the formation of the thugs through the hole that was torn open by Hosoyamada, and the three-section stick in his hand was instantly released, just like he used to swing the broadsword among the corpses of Stratholme, Attacking left and right in the crowd, the opponent was thrown off his feet.

However, compared to Azeroth, he still reserved his hands, only attacking the enemy's arms, calves, abdomen, and the back of the neck. The strength was not as strong as before, but it was enough to make the enemy lose his fighting power.

And the stick made of 5160 spring steel in his hand is quite hard and tough, which can help him easily resist the opponent's baseball bat and other weapons.

So with just one breath, Zaimuza knocked the three of them down to the ground again.

In view of Cai Muzuo's ferocious performance, many thugs began to fear. Most of them are just low-level gangsters who bully students and social animals. There are only a few outlaws who are really with Kunshanlong.

"Don't be afraid, he's alone! There's no need to talk about the morals of the rivers and lakes, brothers, copy the guy for me and go up together!"