Chapter 8:

Today's chapter four, everyone's efforts to smash the ticket, there is a chapter in the early morning, in order to rush the list, I can spare my old life...
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　　 So, the fifth day after I entered the battle. The time was when the red moon had just risen in the evening, and the location was still next to a small fire on the long wasteland. Four people sat around there, and Uncle Lal held the Nth collective on my way of fighting. Criticism meeting.
　　 "Wu, you are very talented in fighting. You understand it very quickly, and so far it is unscathed."
Lal's tone is very gentle, it seems to praise me, but I have not been impressed with the previous N batches of fighting experience, just like the teacher called the students who study at the bottom into the office, the first sentence is often: "XXX , I know that you have been studying very hard recently, and the teacher is very pleased..."
　　 "But..."
Sure enough, I felt awkward in my heart. I thought that such a method would dare to coax me and don’t want to think about who I was. I just drunk a large jar of cheap expired tea in the teacher’s office within a semester. Known as "active" learners who take classes in the office.
　　 "This is good and bad." Uncle Lal looked at me with a serious expression on his face, not looking like he was joking.
　　 "The advantage is that you don't need to be injured, the disadvantage is that you are not injured!"
　　What's the matter? Isn't it wrong if you're not injured?
　　 "Wu... listen carefully to me."
　　Lar looked at my smile and puzzled, shook his head with a smile.
　　 "Can you guarantee that in future battles, can you remain unharmed?"
I was very sure to shake my head and joke, even if the assassin of the 100th level was also under siege, how could it all dodge, of course, if it was protected by a shield, it was not impossible to be in the thousands of flowers. All you need is the premise that you have the courage to use all your skill points on the shield...
　　 "So, have you ever thought about how you will react when you are injured?" Lal followed a temptation and hoped that I would realize it once.
　　 I was very cooperative in contemplation for a while, just when Lal thought that I was about to understand it, he asked silly: "How to react after being injured?"
"Yes, if you were injured at a critical moment, what would you do, would you immediately cover the wound and leave the battlefield, or would you roll on the ground in pain, waiting for the monster to make up a knife, or continue fighting without changing your face? "Lar held back the black line on his face and continued."
　　 "Uh~~, I get it."
　　Lar means nothing more than to make me used to being injured. In the simplest sense, it means that if you want to hit someone, you have to learn to be beaten first.
　　Lar nodded in satisfaction, looked at me with the eyes of grandmother Wolf and said, "It's better if you understand, it's for your own good."
　　 "Huh? What... what--?" I suddenly raised an unknown hunch.
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The next day, the inhumane practice began. Lal kindly lent me the usual precious whiteboard leather armor on his body, and I was so moved that a few tears were squeezed out on the spot. When my feet kicked me into the Sinking Demon Squad, I immediately figured out what the success rate of corrupting this leather armor...
Sinking demons are different from rotting corpses. They have lower defense, less power, and shorter life. Their advantages are agile skill and high-speed attack frequency. Such monsters are really used to train newcomers' golden bell iron shirts. The supreme magic weapon of power, their role in this area should be humbled even for artifacts, countless newcomers grow up quickly under their swords, and then step on their bodies to continue forward, once even An SB poet praised them like this:
　　 Ah, sinking demon!
　　 Mothers of transferees!
　　 The (small knife) covered with sweat (blood) in your hand;
　　 trained generations of warriors;
　　 You dedicate your life and blend with it;
see it? Your milk has grown them up;
　　 gently, you are gone, just as you came gently;
　　 praise you, sinking demon, the cutest monster in the world;
　　The mother of the transferee...
　　 Of course, in less than a moment, this SB poet was hung on the big tree by the angry transferees to fly a kite. Unfortunately, the poem has already been spread out, so the transferees have always been thorns in their hearts and eyes...
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　　After I groped out the rules from the battle, I found out that in this world, injuries are actually not so terrible.
　　 First of all, there is no critical lethal attack marked with a special mark for the protagonist in the YY novel game...
　　How to understand the meaning of this sentence? Let's make an analogy.
If you are wearing a piece of clothing with a defense of 10, then the 10 defense points will be distributed all over your body, but the distribution is not uniform. For example, on a relatively strong arm and abdomen, the defense may not be divided. Less than 1 point, and the key points of the eyes and throat may account for 2-3 points, so whether you attack the arm or the eye, the damage is actually the same. Even if there are discrepancies, it is only because of the maximum and minimum attacks on the weapon attributes. The role is only.
I noticed this moment when I put on the Lal leather armor. As the newcomer who put on the equipment for the first time and changed the shotgun to the cannon, I was sensitive to a warm air current from the leather armor. Diffusion inside, unevenly distributed everywhere, and the warm current in several key locations is still thick.
　　So, even if there is no critical attack, will there be a negative attack, for example, if I stab someone's eye, although the damage will not increase because of it, will it cause him to blind and blind?
　　Although I dare not try it myself, this kind of thing should not happen. I think there should be some laws restricting it. For example, no matter how strong your power is, how high the damage is, how weak your opponent is, but before he dies, you can't break the rules and restrictions of his key points.
Otherwise, in front of the career of a trio who was not far behind me, some prefixes might have to be added, for example, a barbarian who lacks an arm blames an uncle, a blind and lame paladin Category……
　　Uh~, the suffix that was accidentally added is definitely not my opinion, please don't guess...
Think about it from another angle. If you can easily blind your opponent, you can’t make the skills of many professions become tasteless. For example, the necromancer of the necromancer can be blinded by a cut in the eye. By the way, you can only drastically reduce the enemy's field of vision. Isn't that nonsense?
　　 In short, the rules of this world are quite strange to me. The typical demolition of the east wall to make up the west wall is unacceptably casual.
It’s just like I’m taking out a laptop computer to Lar and they analyze how the computer functions, how about the integrated chips in the NB, and how complicated the program is, even if they understand it. It may not be accepted immediately.
Although it makes no sense, I still have to complain about the rough rules of the world. This is too much. Even if you just find an online game novel online, the settings inside it are more rigorous. At least people still have a critical attack on this. A saying.
　　 But from another point of view, such rough rules are also the most beneficial for newcomers like me.
In fact, so far, the only motivation to support me in this world-I don’t expect to be the king of three wives and four concubines like the protagonists of YY novels, as long as I can have a stable residence, and then as my Druid I think it’s not too difficult to find a good wife, and then, I occasionally go out to fight monsters like a heroic warrior to get rid of the evil forces of hell, and then sell the violent things to make up for the family, wife Gentleness and kindness, family management, nothing more.
All in all, after understanding this reality, my last fear of fighting also disappeared, although it would still hurt if I was cut with a knife, but at least I don’t have to worry about being rejected by people for being disabled for a lifetime. Now...
Finally, after a few days of training, I have been able to go back to the next N without changing his face after being cut with an N knife, even if the knife was cut to my vital point, UU reads the book www.uukanshu.com I It can also be regarded as nothing, in other words, I am finally assimilated by the dark continent's thinking in this regard. After all, in the dark continent, there is no such thing as a point.
When I started to be able to shuttle between the sinking demons in a non-face-changing manner, and used my strength (in fact, the two idioms had no connection at all), Lal came over and patted me on the shoulder , A kind teacher Xiangxiang praised me for a few words, and then peeled off my leather armor and threw it into the sinking demon camp again, known as intensive training.
So in the intensive training in the future, I changed the face of the fallen demon into the appearance of Lal by stealing the dragon and turning the phoenix and the raccoon and the prince in my heart. As a result, the efficiency of killing the enemy unexpectedly improved a lot. Endlessly, I thought I taught something good.
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　　 This battle has lasted for 3 days, I counted carefully, from when I came to this world to now, just half a month later, if the people of the dark continent are the same as ours.
This morning, I got up very early, and even the red moon didn’t have time to hide, because Lal told me that I can return to Camp Roger at noon today. The excitement in my heart is beyond words and I didn’t play People who are too dark will never be able to appreciate the status of the Rog camp in the minds of our players. That is the player's base, the novice palace.
And according to the information revealed by Lar, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people living in it, which makes me look forward to even more. I despise Blizzard again, which is composed of very few NPCs, chickens and cows, and a wooden fence. Camp Roger, there must be a limit to cutting corners, this lazy is almost against the sky...