Robo didn't expect that his material washing behavior would hurt the heart of a big shot. He was checking the attributes of the staff. The first entry was amazing: all attributes +1 The second entry was also amazing: all spell levels +1 The third entry was very magical: one creature must be killed with the annihilation light thorn every day. Robo smiled: "Annihilation light thorn, right?" He raised the staff as a gun, just like the Wakanda people used war spears, Piu! Killed a passing ant nearby. Robo thought: "Little guy, I can't cure you? Want to use this method to devour souls and accumulate, and then get out of trouble? No way." As for the possibility that it may not be upgraded to the second stage. He can fish for treasures, so what's there to be afraid of.
A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, so he made a try. The next second, it really succeeded. The wind blade is added to this staff, which can be a blue light cone like a gun head, or it can appear on the side in the form of a crescent moon, making it a war sickle. Very good, it can be shot and thrown, and it can still be played in a fancy way without the thorn of annihilation. "If only I could learn a Yang family spear, or a war sickle waltz..." After playing with the staff, it was time to get down to business. He took out the wooden well, then held it with both hands and used teleportation. The scenery in front of him changed, it was the temple, and the wooden well was successfully brought here. He looked left and right to confirm that the teleportation point was fixed, or the place where he came last time. He didn't choose, just took off the shovel on his back and dug the soil nearby. There was nothing to choose, and he didn't expect any temple bonus, he just saw that there was no one else here except him for the time being. Besides, burying the wooden well in the weed-covered periphery would have a good concealment effect. The teleportation point is fixed, and the wooden well is arranged nearby, which is also convenient for him to perform various operations when needed in the future. About half an hour later, the wooden well was redesigned. Teleport: return trip. This round trip is 600 mana. After returning, he started fishing by transferring treasure pockets, and it was successful. "Yes!" Robo clenched his fists. The hidden danger was eliminated.
In this way, except for the equipment, there was nothing that could not be discarded. Next, until midnight, the shipments were normal. Harvest, ten tranquilizing flowers, five silverleaf grass, and three stoneroot grass. The only good thing was "Nameless Scroll, Human Scroll". This time, it was another passive talent skill of the druid: animal companion. This talent allows the druid to bring an animal companion at the beginning. This animal companion is much better than its kind. And +4 loyalty, basically impossible to be controlled. "Start with a dog, all equipment depends on fishing. Not bad!" That's what he said, but when it comes to the actual situation, there is no suitable choice for a while. And when Robo was on Earth, he had the experience of raising a cat and ended up raising it to death. The psychological shadow caused by this incident made him never touch raising small animals again. It also made him decide not to act easily now. For him, the concept of "partner" is a bit heavy... Midnight, Sanctuary in the Heart. Robo successfully adjusted the treasure fishing area. Still in the ritual forest, but the good thing of three red dots is gone, only two. "It's okay, fishing treasures by random methods, enough for a while." He comforted himself. Although the electronic clock-like reminder board deliberately hung in the sanctuary counted down the arrival of the World Destroying Army, and the last digit changed rapidly like a stopwatch. But this kind of thing, after watching it for a long time, there is no thrilling feeling. As usual, he made a record of fishing treasures and took a walk around the outer ring of the sanctuary. As his level increased, the Sanctuary in the Heart had a certain growth. But he still seriously doubted that the main influence of growth or not was mainly from his cognitive changes and mental state improvement, rather than the professional level, after all, it was called the Sanctuary in the Heart. So, has he made any significant progress in his thinking recently? He asked himself. Well, he admitted that the influence of high perception made him start to think about philosophy again. It is better not to think about such a question that is difficult to draw an accurate conclusion. Also try not to complicate life, that will only make things difficult for yourself. Now, stroll, see the scenery, relax, take a deep breath... The sanctuary is a good place, a harbor for the soul, and I didn't feel like doing anything. More than an hour has passed. After exiting it, Robo calculated the time, made spiritual bait, and started fishing.
In order to make rational use of time, he now needs to fish for treasures for more than 16 minutes. However, things did not go as he wished, and he tried repeatedly and failed many times. Sensing the little mana left, Robo knew that he only had one chance, and then he had to ensure a four-hour deep sleep to restore his spiritual mana. Bait, eight minutes! "Damn, it's half the time away from four hours, and there was still twelve minutes before!" After experiencing a standard gambler's loss, Robo set his biological clock and fell asleep. Close your eyes, open them again, and it's another day full of energy. The physical comfort soon made Robo feel better. He thought to himself, "Eight o'clock is not bad. I have never fished at this time before." Fishing! Seed of the ancient tree of war! "Fuck!" Robo's resentment disappeared. Summary and analysis: There are three stages of time, and there is a probability of getting top-quality items at the top moment of each stage, eight, seventeen, and twenty-seven minutes, which are roughly three moments. However, it seems that if it is not random, but deliberately selected, the probability will be greatly reduced. Seeds of the ancient war tree, two uses. Planting: After twelve growth cycles, the spirit awakens, and a war ancient tree is obtained, with an initial level of fifteen. Note: It can be ripened. Current use: 500 mana directly activates, and the tenth-level war ancient tree appears to provide services, which lasts for half an hour and then turns into a tree. It is really good, worth looking forward to, and can save the situation. At present, it can only be placed in the transfer treasure pocket to keep it active. Robo began to look forward to the druid skills of the plant system, and more space pockets, and life bags that can store active things. In his cognition, the most eye-catching thing about the human image of the druid should be the various bags on the belt, some with buckles, some with laces, each with its own characteristics, each bulging, filled with materials, seeds, travel utensils, etc., which looks very stylish... Slurp! Retract the saliva. He firmly believes that if he moves forward according to the image of the king of waist bags, these will be available in the future, and he won't have to wait too long. "Maybe, I'll experiment with the void storage technique + leather bag + void flower later?" Robo thought that he couldn't always eat the food fed by Diaobao, so he might as well try to chew and digest it himself. "Let's talk about it later, things have been a bit busy recently..." At six in the morning, a twenty-four-quarter bait was laid. Robo started a new day with breakfast. The first holy light candle has burned out, which lasted for thirty-six hours, which is almost three nights. It's okay. Thinking carefully, this kind of material is really quite consumable. With the productivity of this era, no matter what kind of oil, the cost of obtaining it is not low. In the context of becoming a necessity, the industrial structure must be adjusted. The total productivity is limited. If this is increased, that must be reduced.
In addition to the basic nutritional needs of the extraordinary people who are mainly combat-oriented, it can be said that even if there is no disaster, ordinary people can only struggle on the line of food and clothing. It was dawn, and the evil feeling of the Nightmare receded like a tide. Robo covered the top of the outer membrane of the Holy Light Candle with a piece of cloth to cut off oxygen and extinguish it. While cleaning up the dishes, he recalled the glass blowing process and the structure of the horse lantern. The former went to play twice during the time when he was playing pottery sculptures with the same enthusiasts he met in the pottery bar, but eventually gave up because it looked easy but was actually difficult and the risk was a bit high. The latter bought three in the online store, one of which was a real old item, and the feasibility of imitation was the highest. His idea was to use the same method to see if holy oil could be made. The portability of candles is still a bit poor. And holy oil may also become a weapon to restrain evil things. In Rob's memory, evil things are an inhuman horror. Every time they appear, there are casualties. They are nightmares that cannot be shaken off. Among the known extraordinary professions, even the sacred power used by priests has no particularly obvious restraining effect on them. It can only be said that water and fire are incompatible. Either you overwhelm me or I overwhelm you. With the birth of the Holy Light Candle, he has reason to suspect that it is not that there is no sacred power to restrain evil, but that the sacred power used by the clergy in this world is a little watery! To put it more maliciously, it is not pure enough. Combined with the situation of Endenir, the Eastern Natural Temple, which he personally activated not long ago, he couldn't help but speculate that perhaps, the whole world was polluted, and the gods could not escape, and were also distorted by a certain degree of pollution, so the sacred power they bestowed was also problematic... After sorting out the breakfast utensils, Rob was planning to make clay tablets and build his own kang. "Rob, I'm here to see you again." With a voice as penetrating as a horn, Mayor Aubrey brought people to visit again. Rob was a little puzzled. The technology of kang and honeycomb coal had been given away. Wasn't that enough to keep the town busy for a while? Why did they come to him again so soon? "We came here to repair your house." Aubrey said...