The process of killing Makin was easy.
Since the emotion value had accumulated to 500, Su Mingan remotely used a "Judgment" on the guide Luo Yi who was guarding the door.
The activation distance of this skill was too far, and Luo Yi was hit by Judgment before he even saw Su Mingan, and froze in place like a lost soul. Siber went straight into the house and approached Makin.
Siber's shot did not kill Ma Jin. Her attack power was pitifully low. But before Ma Jin could fight back, Su Ming'an arrived. His judgment made Ma Jin stunned for about two seconds, which was much shorter than Luo Yi's.
This "Judgment" skill is really powerful. After all, my professional skills are already level 20. If the skills I get are not strong enough, there will be no fun.
After Makin died, she dropped a piece of equipment. The attributes were good, but...
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[Luo Yihang's Skirt (Blue Level): "To my love, Makin."
Physical Defense: 5
Mental Defense: 30
Equipment requirements: None
Special Skill (Luohe): Each hit reduces damage by 30 points. When casting a spell, the skill charging time is reduced by 0.5 seconds.
Note: Luo Yihang, who voluntarily became a forging player and forged equipment for his lover Ma Jin, sold her a long skirt. This dress embodies his deep love and hard work for his lover. 】
[Combat Power: 2400+10]
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Su Mingan's lower body equipment is still the blue-level "Sophia Palace Dress", which has a skill that adds 10% of the spiritual skill effect. But this skill is no longer useful, as space vibration and annihilation are not spiritual skills.
Luo Yihang's skirt's "Luohe" skill can reduce the 0.5 second reading time of the charging space vibration. The fixed reduction of 30 points of damage is also applicable in certain special combat scenarios.
But...why is it another skirt...?
Su Mingan's face was a little dark, but he still dragged it into the equipment column. If there is a first time, there will be a second time. Anyway, the skirt is not really worn on the body, so he pretends not to know. As for the audience who kept laughing, who cares about them.
He left the cabin.
From here you can vaguely see the three-story steam processing plant, the closed gate on the left, and the flat farmland on the right.
"Since we've already started, I suggest you reduce the number of people." Siber followed up and said.
"Why?"
"The 89th guide is 'Painter' Li Yujie." Siber said, "Her ability is to paint with a brush, to draw things that she can control. If she combines her paintbrush with her carving brush, the strength bonus you get may not be the best."
"You are really familiar with them." Su Mingan said.
Even though Siber couldn't recognize the others, she knew the abilities of the other ninety-nine people clearly. Whether it was appearance, personality, identity, or ability, she was like an encyclopedia.
"I told you." Siber pointed at her head, "I can predict. Although it's only passive, these things are not difficult to know."
She took a step and walked towards the farmland on the right.
Sweet potatoes and potatoes are planted in the farmland, which do not block the view. As long as you search in the direction of the altar, you will always find people.
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"I'm awesome!"
A loud national curse was heard.
Wang Chaoze, holding a big sword, withdrew his hand with a grim expression. His hands were covered with corn kernels and unknown liquid.
The pigs sleeping nearby were woken up by the noise and thought someone was coming to feed them, so they crowded in front of the fence.
There was a foul stench in the air that almost made Wang Chaoze vomit.
"Damn it, the audience is going to make us die of laughter." Wang Chaoze was almost pushed by the pig. He immediately took a few steps back with a look of disgust on his face.
Next to her, Margaret, holding a feather fan, also felt very uncomfortable.
They were born next to a pig farm by chance. After Margaret used the [Tracking Eye] to see through the positions of the others, they gathered together. Considering the urgency of time, they were forced to enter the pig farm to look for the engraving brush and blood.
I don't know what's wrong with this pigsty, it's so smelly, it's like it's deliberately torturing people. I wonder if it's a bit of a game.
"Wang Chaoze, we still need to kill a pig and take its blood." Margaret pointed to the dirty fat pig next to her and said, "We don't have any other blood, unless you want to use human blood to paint the altar... I think a man like you who has been educated in ancient martial arts would not let me and Tong Anan kill a pig."
"I really want to kill a few NPCs to draw the altar." Wang Chaoze was speechless.
"Not for now." Margaret reminded: "Killing people makes too much noise. If it triggers something, it might attract the first player. When you kill the pig, be quick. I believe that with your ability, it is not difficult to kill the pig with one sword."
"I really... I really fucked my boss..." Wang Chaoze's face was full of black lines.
Looking at the pig covered in black mud, resistance was written all over his body.
"When I meet the No. 1 player, I will definitely ask him for advice..." Wang Chaoze coughed, "Of course, it has to be after the eight altars are painted."
【etc. 】
Suddenly, a somewhat dull voice suddenly sounded, it was Tong Anan's voice. She was a mute girl and usually communicated with ventriloquism.
"Tong Anan, what did you say?" Margaret looked at her.
Tong Anan raised his head and glanced outside the pig farm with a serious expression.
The pig farm is an indoor environment, surrounded by mud walls of varying heights. From the windows, one can vaguely see swaying green leaves, piles of straw, and thriving apple trees... Everything looks very quiet... so quiet that it's eerie.
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