Ride and Cut

"The farther the distance, the more obvious the deviation, the closer the distance the more negligible."

　　 "So there is almost no effect in close combat." Richard sighed a long sigh. To say that he was not depressed, it was purely a lie to the undead, "But for archery or throwing, it is very terrible."

　　 Lord Lord pointed to the centaur that had been muffled next to him, "Hutt must know that when shooting a bow and arrow with a slight hand shake, it will be out of sight. In particular, what is needed is the accuracy of the head, rather than the feel."

　　 "In fact, throwing is the same." Gunther felt afflicted.

"My feeling was not right from the beginning, so the more steady your hands, the sharper your eyes, the harder you practice, the more you miss." Lord Lord laughed at himself, "It's like solving a geometric problem. In pursuit of accuracy in calculation, it is better to fill in an answer casually."

"On the other hand, since you will not be able to hit the target anyway, it means that all the attempts you have made are correct." Sister Melissa accidentally made a shot, hitting the point, so that Richard did not spit out from the sky. A mouthful of old blood.

　　 "It's not the sin of widow, it's heaven to kill me!" He spread his teeth and claws.

　　 "Bah bah bah." Although Buckland didn't understand well, he also understood that it was definitely not auspicious. The old man was so superstitious that he quickly drove away the mildew.

　　 "Did you ask if there is any solution under Mian?" Annie asked with concern.

　　 "John II said that there is no good way." Richard laughed bitterly, "There are too many secrets in the human soul and body. If you insist on saying a way, there are only two."

"Either wait for the passage of time to heal yourself-but I guess it's choking. The fever was almost 20 years ago. If I haven't healed myself up to now, I probably won't have much hope in a short period of time." Richard knew from his family. Own business.

　　 Even if it is the same spiritual and physical discord, he is definitely much more serious than the average case, and the hope for self-healing is definitely slim.

　　 "Where is the second one?" The half-elf girl continued to ask.

　　 "Either, advance to the Temple of the Apocalypse." Richard responded word by word.

　　Apocalypse is to the sanctuary, like the magister is to the magician, the sacred bishop is to the priest, and the sword sage is to the swordsman. That is the ultimate, the apex, and the peak.

　　 And as the system of intensive study of the soul and body, the Holy Word Prayer technique will become a piece of cake once it is cultivated to the point where it reaches its peak and turns decay into a miracle.

　　 "Oh, that's not even more hopeless." Buckland rolled his eyes when he heard it. "Wash and sleep. Anyway, it doesn't matter to you that the shot is not hit."

　　 It's not that he deliberately irritated, nor that he looked down on Richard.

　　 is any road, the difficulty can only be described as an exaggeration if you want to take the last step that produces a qualitative change! Talent, talent, and spirituality are just the most basic things. Of course, luck, chance, and timing are also indispensable. You need perseverance, perseverance, perseverance, and loneliness.

　　 That is too harsh.

　　 Ninety-nine percent of the magicians in the world have never had the dream of an advanced magician one day. Because if measured by that standard, the only thing they can do is buy a brick and shoot themselves to death!

　　 So even if, like Master Dupont, a magister who has never practiced killing spells, Pompeii also gave top courtesy-his wisdom alone is worthy of this respect!

　　 While looking up and down, and to be fair, frankly speaking, it doesn't blow up and it doesn't go black - the lord of Alpine Fort doesn't seem to be that piece of material at all.

　　 "It's still a little hopeful, OK?" Lord Lord almost didn't get annoyed, and said anxiously.

　　 "There is hope, there is great hope." Seeing that he was going to get angry, a group of people nodded in agreement.

　　 "..." Richard swears that he really wants to beat all this group of goods to let them know what absolute violence is absolute truth.

　　 But looking at the concerned faces, I felt that I couldn't do anything, so I continued and said, "Also, I'm a little eye-catching about Dracula."

　　 "Look, Richard hasn't gone in vain this trip, but he has taken out all the old folks of the People's Holy Light Church." Buckland said cheerfully.

　　 "Let the monarch work hard, and the officials will die." Dracula sat in the darkest corner, wearing a black outer cloak and a red cloak. There was only one look on his handsome face, which was complete indifference.

　　 "Why do you call Richard the Lord?" Annie asked curiously.

　　 "No, it can't reflect my loyalty." Dracula's voice undulated, like a night aria.

　　 Richard directly covered his face and executed him publicly, the most deadly.

　　 He had known for a long time that the blood magic stone would affect the mind, but he never expected that it would affect the bear shape.

　　 "So what happened to Dracula?" Buckland brought back the topic of deviation.

　　 "It should be blood type." Richard looked at the blank faces, and really didn't want to talk to them about blood type-because he didn't understand half of it himself.

　　 "You only need to know that the blood in the human body can be divided into several categories."

"I saw the transplant record of the Blood Magic Stone in the Holy Light Church~www.readwn.com~ The blood energy is obviously divided into four grades. At that time, it was a little suspected that it was blood type." Lord Lord overlapped his fingers and put On the table, "Later I saw that among the blood knights, occasionally special cases called'exotics' were born."

"Aliens are very different from ordinary blood knights. Individuals are outrageously strong, but most are surprisingly weak. Coupled with eccentric personalities, they are often destroyed as soon as they are born." Richard raised an index finger, "Please pay attention to the important point-- The proportional distribution of the alien species can roughly match that of the rare blood type."

　　 "Does this mean..." Gunther whispered.

　　 In fact, he didn't understand anything. It was purely because other people didn't speak, and the atmosphere was active.

　　 "The role of the blood magic stone is determined by the blood type." Of course, Richard knows what Gangmanzi is. "The four mainstream blood types correspond to the four grades of blood knights, and the rare blood types will create alien species."

　　 He flattened his arms and pointed to Dracula in the shadow of the corner, "If you guessed it correctly, he is a rare blood type, which is the so-called alien species."

　　 "If there is a blood type, this kind of guess is reasonable." Sister Melissa nodded slightly to express affirmation.

　　 But even this well-informed elf mistress has never heard of a "blood type".

"I'm really surprised, where did you learn so much weird knowledge?" Buckland's face was full of confusion and confusion, "As a fairly qualified naturalist, I have never heard of it. Yes, it's...unbelievable, unbelievable."

　　 Lord Lord pondered for a long time, revealing an indescribable complex look.

　　 His answer itself was quite emotional-"At my hometown."