The fisherman druid is in another world

Chapter 59 Evil

What Luo Bo didn't expect was that the situation he encountered this time was a little bit more complicated than he thought.

The dark druid whom he beat away was indeed evil.

And at the critical moment, he chose to let himself go. Instead of resisting, he actually added fuel to the flames. The only remaining obsession is to kill Luo Bo.

Sometimes, when a person hates another person, it can be so simple and decisive. The hated person becomes the outlet for all negative emotions to explode. This is how crimes of passion come about.

The problem is that if most people do this, they may have a chance to reflect afterwards, but this dark druid obviously does not.

Because he sacrificed his conscious personality. It is also known as selling one’s soul.

Selling your soul does not mean that you can only do whatever you are asked to do, but that the protection is removed and external forces deliberately and wantonly change your personality.

And after paying this price, he did usher in his highlight moment.

Of course, at this time, it is actually more accurate to call it ‘it’.

The body becomes tall and burly, the broken arms regenerate, the head grows horns, the tongue forks, and the skin turns into bark...

"Me! Sazar..."

‘Crack! ’ A huge mouth with sharp teeth suddenly poked out from the black mist, biting the man in half, swallowing the upper part first, then skillfully rolling the tongue and swallowing the lower part.

Do you think that if you fall into evil and become a member of the evil, other evils will be allies?
  joke!

Survival of the fittest is also prevalent within Xie Yi!

What's the difference between howling in a place like this at night and shining a light in a dark forest?

Of course, I was taught how to be a human being by the cruel reality.

The owner of the giant mouth soon transformed into a kind-looking, elderly man.

He clicked his lips, as if he was savoring the aftertaste of the food. At the same time, he began to have the aura of a user of the power of nature.

Then, the clothes and equipment also appeared, and vines, branches and other decorations were also generated.

"Sure enough, the child who took away the little thumbtack on my forehead was very interesting!" After the elder digested the memory of the dark druid, he began to walk towards the cave where Robbo was.

At first, he looked like an octopus that had landed on the beach. He walked unsteadily, his waist was soft and his belly was hard.

But after taking a few steps, he looked like a normal person. After taking a few more steps, he seemed to have a bearing and rhythm.

"Hehe, haha, haha!" He laughed strangely, constantly adjusting his voice, and his figure gradually disappeared into the black mist...

Luo Bo's high perception is still not good enough. His danger perception is hazy and cannot be concreted. He can only rely on guessing.

At this moment, he felt a bad omen, and naturally associated it with the changes in the Black Swamp, so he further strengthened the current environment.

He took out the salt he had boiled.

Salt is considered sacred in this world and has the effect of exorcising evil spirits.

Because salt is pure.

It is also because people generally believe that Baihuahua’s salt is pure.

To put it bluntly, things that look pure are given the concept of purity by people.

And people also firmly believe that pure and clean things are the least likely to be broken.

In this extraordinary world, people's faith can support the gods. So what will happen if countless people's affirmations are blessed on salt?

The answer is that even if it was not originally sacred, it is now sacred.

After all, from a certain perspective, the essence of transcendence is to change the world with your heart and make all your wishes come true!

Although Robo did not have modern purification tools, he had extraordinary knowledge and combined with his own knowledge of earthlings, he prepared purer snow salt.

Now, this is the casting material. Usage is also simple, just pour it on the ground and form a circle.

According to the thinking of flower growers, they would probably say: Is this too hasty?

But this is a magical world, and Westerners use it this way.

Of course, what's more important is that, in addition to his druid skills, Robbo has not mastered the Western folk art of nightmare and victory. It can only be done with simplicity.

Before the specific operation, you can clean up first.

In fact, the inside of the dome is not very dirty.

The Warcraft family still knows how to eliminate at designated points.

As for why I chose the passage, it’s because it’s the back door of my house, and I wouldn’t go there under normal circumstances.

What could Robbo say? The only thing to blame is that he chose the dung path.

Also, druids should not reject these. After all, as a supernatural gardener, how could druids not deal with the most common organic fertilizer in this era?

Isn't the so-called earthy fragrance among farmland and flowerbeds mixed with the smell of Origi in disguise?

Moreover, the wilderness jungle in reality is not the green water and green mountains seen through the camera with a filter, or it may be fairyland or magic, but it is full of mosquitoes and dirty and muddy. How can the Druids be so clean when they crawl around like wild beasts every day?

So, if you scream and scream when you see some defecation, who are you showing off to?
  Of course, Luo Bo didn't scream or make exaggerated expressions. He just complained and used specific actions to demonstrate his pursuit of hygiene that was different from the vast majority of people in the world.

For example, he first picked a corner in the dome that looked the cleanest and most comfortable.

I went to the small waterfall again and carefully cleaned my boots, pants, gloves and raincoat, and then I felt that my heart was not so prickly.

He felt that he couldn't be regarded as mysophobic, after all, the things he washed were soaked in the rancid water of the Black Swamp. God knows how dirty the water was and how many bacteria it contained.

At least he felt that compared with "Buddha sees a bowl of water and 48,000 insects", it must be far beyond the standard.

I didn’t use boiling water for cooking, that’s because the pot was small and only one mouthful. I boiled clothes and then cooked rice with it...

Speaking of cooking, Luo Bo had been hungry all day and had food rations, but he didn't take them out to eat.

There was a family of monsters at the scene, so it was inappropriate for him to eat without feeding them; if he fed them, the little he brought would only be enough to fill the gap between the opponent's teeth, and it would also make it impossible for him to continue in the future.

Theoretically, a druid has an iron fear that cannot be compared to anything like Bei Ye De.

But there's something evil about this place, and he hasn't yet mastered the druid's passive talent of being invulnerable to poison. so……

I simply boiled some hot water to drink, boiled it for a while, and then used a holy light candle to disinfect it.

Then the old man transformed by the weirdness appeared.

This person was no different than any other evil being that Luo Bo had encountered before.

The level of this beast is extremely high, so high that it can block the erosion of the holy light with just a layer of skin, deceiving Luo Bo's observation and not seeing anything strange about him.

But Luo Bo was also very wary.

Luo Bo has the loneliness and defensiveness that comes with being a time traveler, especially since he is somewhat suspected of being a conspiracy theorist. He habitually thinks about things with a questioning attitude.

As soon as the old man appeared, he began to think, what is the probability that lone wolf adventurers would appear here one after another in this barren mountain?
  In fact, he was somewhat skeptical about Wang Zai's discovery and the warcraft and dark druid war.

He believes that Wangzi is probably a deliberate arrangement.

And he was just in time to catch up with the dark druid and the warcraft and enter the critical moment, also guided by the thread of fate.

In modern times on Earth, only magicians tend to link things to fate, but in this world, the God of Destiny exists. The power of destiny is indeed a kind of supernatural power.

Then he will naturally give it another thought.

Although the priesthood of destiny is in the hands of the God of Destiny, the priesthood is actually like shares in a listed company and is not exclusive to the God of Destiny.

The priesthood of the God of Destiny has prerequisites. For example, he is only the God of Destiny for humans and this continent. It is not His turn to dictate to other non-human races in the sea or another continent.

Even within his jurisdiction, there are other entities that can play with fate, but he is an institution and others are retail investors, and their scale and number of channels are different.

Ever since he crossed the portal and ended up being pulled into the Black Swamp, he felt like an invisible web of fate had already enveloped him.

Is this someone who is good at playing with fate, messing with him?

And if this is the case, the kind-hearted old man in front of him is a failure!

Because in his opinion, the old man's appearance at this time meant that the whole scene was over!
  Isn't there a saying: If you want to make people believe it, let them think that the information they get is deduced and analyzed by their own wisdom.

According to this theory, Wang Zai and Hede Warcraft can be self-righteous coincidences.

Wangzai can be interpreted as an adventure caused by careful search.

Dark Druid and Warcraft can understand the coincidence after making his own choices.

But how to explain this old man’s appearance? Beating up the young and old to avenge the escaped Heidezi?

It seems to make sense?
  In short, he is not a serious person.

The old guy, who was not a serious person, spoke first: "Young man, can I borrow the light of your protection and spend the night in peace?"

Luo Bo secretly complained: "Young man? Don't forget to step on others when you beg. Are you making it clear that you want to rely on your elders and sell them? What's more, you don't even invite yourself in, and you still ask hypocritically. Isn't this disgusting? ?”

He replied: "You can do it yourself, I'm going to rest, please don't disturb me."

Speaking of which, he used his telepathy to tell Wangzi to keep an eye on him, then he took out a moisture-proof mat or something and laid it on the floor to sleep.

He originally asked Natural Dome to prepare a set of half-used, useful wilderness survival equipment for him.

Daros, the grandson of the great druid Cenmu, gave them to him. He used them both when he was in Ellinburg and now. They are indeed very good.

His bunk was surrounded by pure salt, which was the second level of protection against evil.

There is a third layer, a gift from the natural dome, a pine cone blessed by nature, dried and pressed in four directions, which is both a protection and an early warning device.

Then Robbo went to sleep on his own.

The strange old man was not in a hurry. He glanced at Wangzi and then at the Warcraft family. He sat on the ground regardless of the cold weather and took out his pipe, the kind used by Gandalf and Bilbo.

This man also used his beard as a linen cloth. After wiping the cigarette holder a little, he started smoking. While smoking, he stared at the holy staff used as a tiki pole for the holy light candle. The more he looked at it, the more he frowned...

(End of this chapter)