Past Events

Neo now feels good. A recent team of mercenaries came to Lubo Town. Nio spent a few gold coins hiring them and sent them a task to solve the beasts around the town. The reward of the mission was the number of beasts killed. Another count.

　　Now, Neo is busy in the town, watching the town getting better and better day by day, and Nio's heart is full of sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

　　When it's okay, Neo will go to the church to stroll, and kneel with the old and the young, and watch the little beast release the thorns over and over again.

　　But Nie soon didn't have the patience to watch it, because it was too boring. The reachable Laran is like a demon, and the eyes are staring at the small eyes to release the thorns of each movement, and the expression is focused.

　　A few times Nio went to ask Dalaran what he was blocking when he was watching.

　　Dalavi said: "Don't bother him."

　　Neo returned: "What is he doing? Is this lizard so interesting? It can be seen all day."

　　Dalavin thought for a moment and replied: "It is really boring."

　　Nio rolled his eyes: "Can that still look so long?"

　　Dala Wen stretched his brow and smiled: "Dalaran is willing to look at it. My old man is estimated to be unable to accompany him for a long time. This time can be a little more."

　　Nio did not speak for a long time, and finally just walked away silently. When he left the church, he looked at the two people and sighed. Once upon a time, I also had my wife and children. If it was not a war, I must have lived this life now.

　　Dalavin glanced at Nio's lonely back, and then looked at Dalaran who was lying on the ground, his eyes full of pets.

　　Dalaran also harvested some things when he saw the small eyes release the ground thorns. For example, when the ground thorns are released, the muscles will tremble in the small eyes, and the places will be clearly remembered, but they are soft.

　　Until one day, the small eyes were accidentally injured, a few drops of green blood dripped on the ground, and Dalavi was just right, carefully treated with small light for the small eyes.

　　Dalaran standing on the side saw the change of the blood dripping on the ground in the Holy Light. The green blood seemed to reveal a little yellow light. Dalaran's eyes were shining and he hurriedly said this discovery to Dalavin. After a conversation between the two, they looked at each other with a small eye, and a weak lizard trembled.

　　"Your sacrifice is worth it!" Dalaran solemnly smirked and smacked a little lizard who was curling up on the ground and crying silently.

　　Dalaran got up, and the solemn face immediately turned into a smile. He smiled at the bowl of lizard blood in his hand and carefully divided the bowl of lizard blood into dozens of copies.

　　This lizard blood can not be made, I think Dalaran looked at the small eyes, and the small eyes slammed.

　　In order to fill the bowl of blood, the small eyes are semi-voluntarily and semi-forced to cut a hole. When the blood flow is enough, Dalavi will use the Holy Light to heal the wound and make up the body for the small eyes....

　　This bloody process, Dalaran, of course did not participate, even if he wants to participate in Dala Wen will not let, so later Dalaran thought of using other beasts of blood to do experiments can also be, the blood has been released....

　　A blood can keep the freshness for a few hours. Dalaran first asked Dalavi to try to separate the yellow spot from the blood. After proving the possibility, Dalaran established in the brain. A model is used to model the blood as a skeleton of the model, and the yellow spot is used as a material to fill the voids of the skeleton, and a model is drawn on the ground.

　　The imagination of a teenager is playing its full role here, and Dalaran perfected the model until the last drop of blood was used up.

　　After running out of blood, Dalaran turned his eyes to other beasts, and there were mercenaries who stayed here. Dalavi hired them to collect the blood of the beast at the expense of free mercenary treatment.

　　The source of the blood is resolved and the experiment can continue.

　　After Dalaran took the blood, he found that the blood was not just a yellow spot, but also a red blue.

　　When Dalaran copied the model from the previous brain, it seemed that there were many different places, so Dalaran's brain began to model, and several distinct models appeared in Dalaran's mind.

　　Modeling is complete, which is the later stage of practice, but the model drawn on the ground cannot be used because the model in Dalaran's brain is 3D.

　　Dalaran racked his brains, but he never thought of the last key point, and could not cross the last step.

　　At night, Dalaran sat in the garden of the church, arms around his knees, the thin figure was stretched by the moonlight, and the tender face was a pair of pure eyes, staring at the sky.

　　Dalavi walked to the side of Laran, sat down gently, sniffed the fragrance of the earth and the flowers, and said, "What happened."

　　Dalaran did not answer immediately. After a while, he said: "Annoying."

　　Dalavin squinted and looked at the child beside him, raised his eyebrows and said, "You are like your father."

　　"My father?" Dalaran turned his head and looked at Dalavin with a questioning expression. In his memory, there was no father's impression, and he did not know who his father was.

　　Dalawen brought Dalaran to the town more than ten years ago. At that time, Dalaran was still a child in the middle of it. Nothing should be known.

　　"Well, your father." Dalavi said slowly: "You, like your father, don't like magic, just like weird things, and they are very embarrassed."

　　"I used my relationship to promote your father to a purple bishop, but he did not understand my pains. I thought that I had bound his freedom, bound his mind and thought that I was a sinner.

　　After a few days, the Bishop of the Purple Bishop returned home, and I broke off the relationship between the father and the son. I was very angry at that time. I didn't save it. I went to find my own freedom..." Dalavi said here. It was a choking, Dalaran silently did not speak, Dalawen continued to speak:

　　"Since that time, I haven't seen him for more than a decade. When I saw him again, he was skinny and holding a child who was not born for a long time.

　　He said that after he left home, he became a businessman, forced by life, but he did not want to go home to admit his mistakes. So he did some reselling business in the empire, and met your mother when he was doing business. He was an ordinary civilian.

　　Your father is very motivated and very brainy. Years of doing business made him make a lot of money, and when he was about to expand his business, slave riots broke out. His caravan and property were destroyed in a city that was taken down by slaves, and his wife was destroyed. Your father, he desperately took you out to find me. .. "Daraven swallowed the whimper in his throat, and tried to keep his voice steady, looking at the tearful Dalaran, saying:

　　"In a few years, your father died, and I am old. After your father died, I never had the idea of ​​competing for power. I gave up the position and brought you to this town, but your temper and you. The father is really like." Dalavin finished, wiped his eyes and sighed.

　　Dalaran was silent for a long time, and asked: "What is my father's name?"

　　Dalavi smiled and replied: "Dalak."

　　Dalaran closed his eyes, a few drops of tears fell on his face, resting quietly on Dalavin's shoulder.

　　Dalavi looked up at the sky and wondered what he was thinking.

　　Xu Ji is now above the epic star, his brows are wrinkled: "Does this specially give birth to the protagonist of the planet?"

　　In Xu Ji's mind, the latest words in a line of text are particularly eye-catching: the planet has been born into a son of air.

　　"Dog skin...." Xu Ji spit a sentence.

　　"This is the sea of ​​the sea, the sea of ​​the sea, let me find the son of the air..."

　　In the night sky, Xu Ji's figure is blind and aimless in the sky of the epic star. In order to find out the son of the air transport, Xu Ji also specially divided a number of consciousness incarnations, looking for areas where human orc elves are active.

　　"The next time the son of this gas transport must do it himself." Xu Ji secretly said, "Otherwise, I might die if I look for it."

　　The planet positioning system that was forgotten in a corner was crying in the toilet.

　　"Found it!" Xu Ji sighed, watching the old and the young underneath leaning against each other, looking at the moonlight.

　　Xu Ji blinked, a bit of a head.