Chapter 3412 Ten Years of Solitude

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Thanks to the fact that I brought the girls to Harrogas for training with the Gotts and I learned a lot from them. At that time, the gorilla Gott was still...well, no, his IQ was already hopeless at that time. , completely gorilla-like.

I was stuck in the snow cave for the past two days and was bored. I thought of a lot of past events, especially the treasure hunt with the Gothic gorilla. Looking back on it, I would laugh out loud, gloating about the Gothic gorilla and even myself.

"Yeah, sure enough there is still something missing."

Staying in the closed dark cave, the howling wind and snow outside seemed to gradually fade away, leaving only a bonfire swaying gently in front of me, which made people feel extremely quiet. Gradually, even the heartbeat seemed to turn into a loud noise, constantly echoed in the cave.

There is indeed something missing, I muttered to myself even louder.

Looked around.

Originally, it was enough for one person to dig out four or five cubic meters of snow cave. If it was too big, it would cause the temperature in the cave to drop. But these two days were really boring, so I picked up the skills I learned from the Gorilla. It is to dig a snow cave into three rooms and two living rooms. The digging is square, neat and beautiful. If this skill can be returned to the original world... well, it can probably be upgraded from a bricklayer to a wall-laying master.

As a result, the digging was too big, and the wind came from all directions, and the extra door was blocked.

Even the superfluous things have been done, what is left missing?

I actually know the answer.

With a swipe of his finger, he opened the skill bar.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat like an announcer.

"It's one year and ten months now, in an unknown artificial snow cave on the Arreat Plateau."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Inside the snow cave, the only survivor of the world, the last hope of mankind, Druid Wu Fan, is talking to himself out of boredom."

"This guy is already level 28. Logically speaking, he should learn the third-level skill, but he still only knows how to cast a fire storm. He is really stupid. Please give me some applause and encourage this kind of courageous death challenge. I like to give Just make it more difficult, you idiot."

Pa Chi Pa Chi clap, taking the role of the audience.

"Now, this guy has finally come to his senses. No, it would be better to say that he finally couldn't bear it any longer. He feels so lonely that he wants to cry. He is really worthless and not worthy of being a savior at all."

"Now, the stupid former savior is finally going to learn a new skill."

After finishing talking to himself, his eyes stayed on the summoning system. Of course, not a single skill was lit.

In reality, there is no doubt that I am following the transformation stream, so in the dream test, I have to change my taste and experience a different path, such as the summoning stream.

No, no, I have never heard of Druid specializing in the summoning stream.

So wouldn’t it be enough to go with the dual-system stream? Elemental flow plus summoning flow, or if you are worried, pick up the transformation flow, plus summoning flow, super stable.

No, no, no, this won't work. It's not as good as the real European Emperor. He doesn't have that many dark gold equipment, and he doesn't have that many skill points. He can only specialize in one series. It's best to specialize in one series before you can practice to the extreme. Maybe you have a chance to surpass him. myself, although so far I am still not sure what aspect Evelina wants me to transcend.

However, if you specialize, it will be easy to be restrained by certain monsters with special attributes, such as elemental flow. Isn't it common to encounter monster lords with full resistance to all three elements in the third world?

This is true, but learning the Summoning Style will not help this kind of monster. If you have to solve the problem, it is more suitable to follow the Transformation Style plus the Elemental Style. The combination of physics and magic, and the dual cultivation of monsters are the mainstream and the only way. Kingly way.

If you don't learn Summoning Style, how do you know whether it is strong or not?

No, actually I am also learned. Look at Xiaoxue, aren’t they?

That relies on skill variation. Have you really understood the summoning flow? Have you really put any effort into summoning skills?

Indeed not.

As he questions and answers in his mind, the skill frame in front of him is also shaking, as if he is in his heart at the moment.

Excuses are just excuses. In fact, I just want to find a companion, even one who cannot speak and can only listen to himself. Recently, I have gradually realized that talking to oneself is too silly.

But that wasn't Xiaoxue.

Moreover, with the bond with Xiaoxue and the others, am I willing to be like other druids and let the summoned pets rush ahead, sacrificing them again and again, and summoning new ones as human shields again and again?

Even if this is just a dream, even if I know they are just dream creations.

No, rather, after knowing this, it is ridiculous to try to communicate with any living creature here, including your own summoned pets, because they are just items created by Evelina.

Taking a step back, even if a master-servant relationship like Xiaoxue and the others really develops, what will they do when the test is over?

Therefore, there is no way... Moreover, skill points should be used sparingly and used on the tip of the knife. The road ahead is so difficult and the test is so far away. It is too irrational for me to waste a fortune.

The outstretched hand trembled for a moment, then finally retracted it, and touched the skill bar cruelly. Deep in the snow cave, only a deep sigh was left...

On the top of Arreat, there are a few small words carved under the pedestals of three ancient barbarian statues.

Two years and one month.

It took a little more time.

That's why I didn't get lost.

There is also a line of small words engraved on the cover of the huge stone book on the central altar.

Three gentlemen, you have gained weight.

In the holy land of barbarians, if such words were found carved, it would probably be hunted to the ends of the earth by 300,000 Spartan barbarians.

In the dream, it didn't matter at all. Who told the third uncle not to drop something? He was one of the three stingiest little bosses in history.

A month later, deep in the Temple of the World Stone, on top of the Throne of Destruction, the roar of the projection of the Great Demon Lord Baal... was heard.

Three days later, there was another small string of words on the pillars of the wooden gate of Rogge Camp in the second world.

Two years and two months.

ps: Throw Evelina into the manure pit, goodbye.

ps2: It’s a lie, just thrown in the pigsty.

ps3: I hope I can still think of it when I come back.

In the second world, handwriting of the same vile nature was left in front of Lu Gaoyin's palace not long after.

Two years and eight months.

ps: This is impossible, it took longer than the first world******s2: Touched.

ps3: Did I forget something very important but I don’t want to think about it?

On the village entrance plaque of the Horadric tribe...

Three years and one month.

ps: Dia Summoning Technique!

ps2: Tia’s Great Summoning Technique!

ps3: Diati Di summons!

Kurast, on the door of Omus' house...

Three years and nine months, roughly.

ps: Who am I?

ps2: Where am I?

ps3: What do I do?

In front of the ancient city of Kurast...

Four years and four months, roughly.

ps: lost.

ps2: I remember who I am, my name is Liang Feifan.

ps3: There is shit in the sewer!

Cui Fanke, in front of the tunnel entrance from the Parliament Hall to the Cage of Hatred...

Four years and six months, roughly.

ps: Lost again.

ps2: I don’t know what to complain about anymore.

ps3: It seems like I haven’t spoken for a month. Is there any problem with my voice? Can it still be used? Forget it, it doesn’t matter.

Above the fountain in the Temple Square of the Demonic Fortress...

Four years and eleven months, roughly.

ps: Lost thoroughly.

ps2: I no longer want to write.

ps3: I still have to write it down.

The stone wall beside the gate of the Demon Fortress...

Five years and three months, roughly.

ps: back.

ps2: The mine resistance was not enough, and I was almost chopped into pieces in the City of God's Punishment. I still had to upgrade my equipment. Fortunately, I was careful, learned my lesson, and registered a few more convenient teleportation sites in front of me.

ps3: The strength of monsters has gradually increased...

Five years and nine months, roughly.

ps: I'm back.

ps2: Anti-mine equipment should be enough.

ps3: Level 46, it is gradually becoming difficult to improve the level. The life without the bug amulet is harder than imagined.

In front of the Chaos Sanctuary...

Six years and a month, roughly.

ps: I have to be careful, there are a lot of monsters, and the Forgotten Knight is too difficult to deal with.

ps2: I don’t want to fall into the lava again.

ps3: Maybe I should rethink what I'm doing.

Harrogath Gate...

Six years and two months, maybe.

ps: It’s coming soon.

ps2: What should we do when we reach the third world? What will happen?

ps3: The never-ending August.

It's still the gate of Harrogath, under the first string of words...

Six years and seven months, maybe.

ps: We are in trouble.

ps2: I was almost embarrassed on the Yaret Plateau.

ps3: The existing skills alone can no longer hold up. Either continue to optimize and increase the changes and damage of skills, or upgrade a few more levels. It is a waste of time or skill points. This is a question.

Still the gate of Harrogath, below the second string of text...

Six years and nine months.

ps: I died once.

ps2: It took almost a month to recuperate.

ps3: I tried using the second-level technique, and my right hand almost became useless. Sure enough, the senior brother and the second senior brother only dared to use it initially when they were in the pseudo-realm. Without the powerful physique of the mutated bear-man, they could not surpass this limit. .

Arreat Plateau, next to the corpses of armored giant beasts and demon goblins...

Seven years exactly, probably.

To avenge previous shame.

In the end, I used the skill points, and it seemed that I could only take the path of dual cultivation of monsters.

Snowing……

On the pedestals of three barbarian statues on the top of Arreat...

Seven years and six months, it doesn’t matter.

Winning is based on having played against them countless times in the Dream Realm and being familiar with their routines. Otherwise, I would not be their opponent based on my current combat power alone.

Sure enough, it is safe to upgrade to the realm of pseudo-realm.

I'm, uh, okay.

On the angel statue in the Demon Fortress...

Eight years and one month, whatever.

I'm back, trying to level up.

He tried to speak, unable to believe that the sound that came out was his own.

I'm, uh, still okay.

Rogge camp, outside Hagas' tent...

Eight years and five months, so what?

I was lucky enough to find some refreshing water, and I am worthy of being a student of Akara.

At Bisu Bosu's place, he was surrounded by countless fallen demons and broke through the state of mind when he was locked in a bitter battle.

In fact, I have always wanted to ask, how long has it been since I laughed? Since when did messages become serious? Am I still me?

who I am?

Coming to the top of Arreat again...

Eight years and eleven months, I really can’t remember, maybe a few months more, maybe a few months less, the error may even be a year.

I finally reached level 60. Because of the previous experience, it was not difficult. Breaking through to the pseudo-realm realm was a matter of course.

Compared with the first and second senior brothers, compared with Tarasha, sister Sharna and the others, I finally know what the gap is. Without plug-ins, I am really not a genius. Maybe I can't even compare to ordinary adventurers.

I've been in a bad state lately. I'm always in a daze all day long. Maybe I need to do something, such as shaving the beard that has grown to my chest, cutting off my shoulder-length hair, and sorting out my savage appearance.

On the Throne of Destruction, which is engraved with the names of "Alice Velas Saralinia Dia Lucia Artoria" and others...

Nine years and one month.

Defeating Baal was not difficult at all. In fact, the state of mind was enough.

I really want to go back and miss home.

Only the names of the girls must not be forgotten.

Roger's camp...

Nine years and one month.

I shamefully begged in front of Everlia, not wanting to give up the test but also afraid of continuing like this.

I'm a terrible, terrible person.

Avlia didn't respond to me, as expected.

Roger's camp...

Nine years and two months.

There are thirty scratches on the pillar, which should be thirty days old. This may be the most accurate number I have counted in these years.

I didn't think about anything, and my mind was empty for a month.

Does this really make sense? Is such an ordeal really necessary? Is it really necessary to go through such pain and suffering in order to be happy?

Harrogath…

Nine years and three months.

I went to Lal's house, to Linya's house, to Vitas Village, to the cathedral, to the Horadric tribe, to the elves, to the fox-man tribe and the werewolf tribe, this month's trip.

Everywhere, deserted.

Am I really dreaming? Am I in a dream? Am I still alive?

Roger's camp...

Nine years and four months.

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Roger's camp...

Nine years and five months.

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Roger's camp...

Nine years and six months.

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Roger's camp...

Nine years and seven months.

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Why do we need to record it? To prove something? For example, I am still alive.

Roger's camp...

Nine years and eight months.

This cannot go on.

In other words, it's time to give up.

I remembered the purpose of this test and why I am here. Even if I become a walking zombie, I still want to protect everyone.

The World Stone Temple of the Second World, in front of the world teleportation...

Nine years and eight months, this should be the last record.

Only by giving up can you persevere.

Only when you are alone can you focus.

Despair is the only way to be fearless.

Numbness can last forever.

I am Druid Wu Fan.

I want to become stronger.

I want to protect everyone.

I want to be with my family and friends until I get older.

I inserted the dagger that had been with me for a long time and had already run out of durability just for carving words, and I resolutely stepped into the World Stone Teleportation Formation.

The sky and the earth were spinning, the sun and the moon were upside down, and unprecedented dizziness and nausea surged from the limbs and bones, turning into a torrent and rushing straight into the brain. There was a buzzing sound, and before he had time to react, his consciousness fell into darkness.

His eyelids trembled and he slowly opened them. Linya's quiet and sweet sleeping face was reflected in the empty and numb gray-black pupils.

Before I could tell whether it was a dream or reality, my tear glands had completely collapsed...

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