Quadruple split.

Chapter 51: Miserable?

"You say I have a good character?" Cordova sat down with a gloomy expression, feeling as if he had been blown up by Jadkar's staff more than [-] times, and sighed long. He sighed: "Then you don't know how unlucky a person can be..."

Mo Tan couldn't help but feel dazed for a while, inexplicably feeling that the temperament of the guy in front of him was a little familiar, but he didn't think much about it, just subconsciously asked: "What does it look like?"

Cordova pointed at the tip of his nose with a wry smile: "I am like this."

"You?" Mo Tan clicked his tongue and said, "I've been playing for a while, and aside from other things, you are considered one of the best among players in terms of physical fitness, right?"

There is absolutely sufficient basis for this statement. You must know that although the character Mo is only a third-level warrior far below the average level of players at this stage, it can at least serve as a reference, so that he can make a little comparison. He came to a conclusion that this brother who fell from the sky in front of him was at least three times stronger than himself in both strength and physical fitness. This level was not ordinary.

"As far as the current situation is concerned, it may be true, but..." Cordova shrugged, bowed his head and sighed: "Alas, the past is unbearable."

Mo Tan was silent for a moment, and gave Cordova the choice of whether to look back for a while...

Sure enough, the big brother with the words "I have a lot of stories" written all over his face finally couldn't hold back, and he asked Mo Tan heartily, "Have you ever experienced despair?"

"I think everyone's criteria for 'despair' may be different." Mo Tan said ambiguous, but his heart trembled a little, he remembered something bad .

Several fragments of memory that should have been sealed in the depths of the soul flashed away, and those fears that were about to be completely forgotten have been haunting him recently, lingering like a nightmare.

"I've created other characters before." Cordova naturally didn't notice the slight abnormality of Medanas, and just said to himself: "However, it was almost lost to life due to the blows that followed. hope."

Mo Tan looked at him in surprise: "It's just a game, isn't it?"

Cordova laughed dryly: "How long have you been playing the realm of innocence?"

"Uh..." Mo Tan thought for a moment, and then gave the current game time for the role of Mo: "It's probably less than two days. It's not a long time after playing in pieces."

Strictly speaking, he did not lie.

"Have you ever died?" Cordova continued.

Mo Tan shook his head. Naturally, he had never died, but he had witnessed the death of other players several times.

The unidentified person who was also a player sighed: "So you don't understand..."

Mo Tan understood at the time, the old man who dared to love must have been colder. He had learned about the perverted death penalty in the world of innocence from the forum before. Take a look at Cordova's previous words, and the results are obvious.

"Well, in fact, I think you can relax." Mo Tan tried to remember something and said, "You must not be the worst..."

You must not be the worst!

This sentence made Cordova's eyes light up, as if he had been injected with a shot of adrenaline, and then he looked up at Mo Tan incredulously: "Is what you said true?"

"Yes!" The latter saw that the previous sentence was quite effective, and immediately nodded: "You are definitely not!"

What is the most effective way we can comfort someone who feels miserable?
The answer is obvious, it is to give him an example to let him know that there are people in this world who have encountered similar unfortunate things, and they are even worse than your comfort object!If the chestnut mentioned is your own, the effect will be even better~
At this time, Mo Tan undoubtedly didn't want to see Cordova so depressed, so although he didn't have any similar bad luck, he still had a way. It should be that not long ago... he was innocent I saw a post in the forum of the world...

It's about a hapless landlord who died several times with great sadness. Although the details are not described in too much detail, it does not affect the sense of sadness that is about to emerge through the screen. To be honest, if you are in the realm of innocence. If there is a miserable conference held in China, the owner of the post may not even appear at all, just relying on that line of text is enough to win.

Maybe Cordova experienced a tragic death, which caused him to lose everything before, but no matter how high the 'quality' of his death, it should not have the huge 'quantity' of death owned by the landlord at the same time .

Therefore, Mo Tan recounted the post of the landlord to Cordova while recalling, and at the same time tried his best to be as precise as possible and full of emotion!

Anyway, people originally posted a post to share their thoughts with you. If this deed can be used to refresh another person, the landlord should also be able to die... er, I mean sleep... sorry, Anyway, the owner should be very pleased.

With this idea in mind, Mo Tan finished the story while sighing inwardly.

then……

"Well, I fully understand." Cordova nodded slightly, lowered his head and whispered at an angle where his expression could not be observed: "You probably mean that the guy who was involved in the game died accidentally when he first entered the game. , and then within two hours of creating a new character, the guy who jumps on the street again, then dies, dies again, dies again, and finally almost collapses, is the most unlucky in the entire game, right?"

Mo Tan shook his head: "Not necessarily."

Cordova's eyes lit up again.

Mo Tan continued: "This is just my personal opinion."

Cordova: "..."

"What's wrong?" Mo Tan asked in surprise, then immediately widened his eyes: "You don't want to say that you are worse than him, do you?!"

What was left unspoken in the second half of the sentence was: What a misfortune that was!
Cordova stood up weakly, looked at Mo Tan with tears in his eyes, shook his head and said, "No..."

"Huh, that's good." Mo Tan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Because I'm the unlucky one in your opinion."

Under the moonlight, Cordova's back looked squat and vicissitudes of life, but the 'staff' that looked like a long spear on his back was shining brightly, which added a bit of sadness to the situation.

Mo Tan almost didn't come up in one breath, and he pulled over like the orc uncle not far away. The two looked at each other silently for a while, and the scene was very embarrassing...

"Cough cough ~ no cough!!"

Fortunately, this embarrassment was quickly interrupted by a coughing sound, and I saw that the orc uncle woke up leisurely at this time, and then he tightened his clothes in a daze, and muttered: "Why do I suddenly feel like a Eight lifetimes of mildew-like chills..."

Suddenly, Cordova's figure became even more vicissitudes.

"Ah, are you awake?" Mo Tan gave Cordova an apologetic look, then quickly walked to the uncle's side and looked at him with concern: "Master, are you alright..."

The old orc rubbed the back of his neck that had been beaten by Cordova before, shook his head and said, "It's alright, it's just a little sore in the neck, it's alright, it's alright, it's just like this when you're old, my hometown is all over the place. Call it bad luck, bad luck is also bad luck~”

"Sir, stop talking..." Mo Tan almost cried, "Please!"

As for Cordova, who was shivering constantly, if his rune body has the function of shedding tears, it is estimated that flooding has begun in the vicinity by now.

At this moment, the old orc's consciousness was almost awake. He frowned and looked around, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stuttered and asked Mo Tan, "What's going on?! My How could the farm be so fast..."

As mentioned before, because of the efficiency of work in Cordova that is far beyond common sense, this small farm (ruin) has almost returned to its original state in just a few hours, which undoubtedly caused this disaster to happen. The orc uncle was taken aback.

"It's all because of this friend of mine, whose name is Cordova." Motan pointed to Cordova: "Almost took on most of the reconstruction work."

The latter forced a smile and nodded to the old orc.

"Thank you, thank you!" The old orc hurriedly stepped forward and held his hand: "Thank you so much, this friend, you are such a good person, be careful, good people don't live long..."

Cordova: "..."

Mo Tan deciphered such a piece of information from the eyes of the other party looking at him: Can I smoke?
So frantically shook his head!

"No... You're welcome." After struggling for a while, Cordova, who was really kind and neutral in his heart, still didn't slap him, but replied as if looking away, "Just be happy."

The old orc laughed, and rushed into the newly built kitchen without looking back: "I'll get you something to eat! It's a little more festive, good luck!"

Cordova: "Do you mean to wash me away..."

Mo Tan: "Thinking too much, man..."

After half an hour, Mortan (Cordova lost his dreams because of the blow he received), who finally completed the last bit of reconstruction work, heard the greeting of the old orc and hurried to the temporary table and chairs in the corner of the farm. (Mudunzi) help place the food next to it.

Cordova, who was like a piece of something, also slowly got up and walked over behind Mo Tan.

"I misunderstood you before, little brother, you are a good person!" The old orc raised his glass to Mo Tan, gave him a card by the way, and then turned to Cordova: "And this... uh, look Friends who don’t come out of race, thank you so much, I…”

"I'll do it first as a tribute!" Mo Tan immediately interrupted the old orc's chatter, and drank the light blue liquid like wine in the cup, and then his vision suddenly became hazy, and he found that he had an extra 3 seconds. dizzy state.

"You're welcome!" Cordova also drank the contents of the cup in one gulp, without being affected at all, and a little mist was sprayed from a small hole on the back of his neck.

The old orc smiled sincerely: "Thank you very much, this small farm has been my everything since a long time ago..."

[He seems to have a story. 】

Mo Tan thought so.

[He seems to have been unlucky. 】

Cordova thought so.

[He seems to be planning to start telling his own story/unfortunate history...]

The two thought at the same time.

"Hey, I think I was too..." Sure enough, the orc master immediately prepared to remember bittersweet sweets after drinking two sips of wine, and the other two also put on a posture of listening intently, but unexpectedly at this moment!

A burst of irresistible wind pressure fell from the sky, followed by an earth-shattering roar. The three of them turned their heads dumbfounded, and saw an extremely terrifying blue dragon standing in the main building that had just been rebuilt. The ruins of... From the ruins of..., there was a low growl that sounded exhausted.

This giant dragon with dark blue demonic currents all over its body first looked around for a while, then after seeing Cordova, it let out a gratifying dragon roar, and then turned around at a [-]-degree angle...

boom!Clang!Click!
Half of the fence was lifted by the nearly ten-meter dragon tail, and fell to the distance along with a large amount of dirt. At the same time, the farmland that had been initially re-turned and the stove that had just been used were also inadvertently in the pair of dragon wings. Completely finished the calf on the move.

Mortan and Cordova trembled and looked back at the orc master.

I don't know if it was lucky or unfortunate, but this time he didn't draw it, just pointed tremblingly at the adult azure dragon not far away, and murmured, "You... know this... do you..."

"do not know!!"

Before Mo Tan spoke, Cordova immediately roared, and then began to wink frantically at the giant dragon not far away.

then……

"Oh~ Cordova, I think I made a big mistake, but seriously, it's better not to activate more than three of them at the same time. I feel like I'm going to be exhausted." The dragon shrugged at Cordova...wings, and then turned his eyes to Motan: "Hey, you are the temporary custodian, it's nice to meet you, my friend, my name is Femiguel Bluetooth ."

"I don't care if you're bluetooth or infrared!" Cordova snarled with a neck, "I don't know you anyway!"

but……

Bang!
It seems to have been...

Bang!
That's too late……

From the time the dragon called out the words 'Cordova', the old orc who wandered not far away frantically digging the ground with a hoe was leaning over to take something, and he was still muttering, give Mo Tan feels extremely dangerous!
"I think I was a prominent figure in the engineering society back then..." The old orc picked up a very badly shaped, old, gripped, chained and serrated machine that was making bursts of humming noises. Creation, muttered in a low voice: "The result... tsk tsk... what is this all about..."

Grab the handle with the right hand, point it diagonally downward, pass through the three pull-rings with the left hand, and pull it backward fiercely!
Zizzizizi... hum! !Buzz! ! !
Motan and Cordova turned and ran, the latter still screaming while running...

"Nima chainsaw ah ah ah ah!!!"

Chapter 49: Final

(End of this chapter)