Chapter 51: Miserable?
"You said I have a good character?" Cordoba sat down with a gloomy expression, feeling as if he had been blasted by Jadeka's staff more than two hundred times, as if he was helpless. Lian, let out a long sigh: "Then you don't know how unlucky a person can be..."
Mo Tan couldn't help but be confused for a while, and inexplicably felt the temperament of this buddy in front of him. A bit familiar He knew it, but he didn’t think much about it. He just subconsciously asked: “What does it look like?”
Cordoba pointed to the tip of his nose with a wry smile: “I look like this.”
"You?" Mo Tan clicked his tongue and said: "I have been playing for a while. Apart from anything else, my friend, your physical fitness is one of the best among players, right?"
There is definitely enough basis for this. You must know that although the character Mo is only a third-level warrior whose level is far lower than the average level of players at this stage, he can at least serve as a reference, so that he can be compared with a little. He came to the conclusion that the brother who fell from the sky in front of him was at least three times his own in terms of strength and physical fitness. This level was extraordinary.
"As far as the current situation is concerned, it may be true, but..." Cordoba shrugged, lowered his head and sighed: "Alas, the past is too painful to look back on."
Mo Tan slightly After a moment of silence, Cordoba gave Cordoba the choice of whether to really go and look back...
Sure enough, this big brother with 'I have a lot of story' written all over his face finally finally Still unable to hold back, Chong Mo Tan asked sadly: "Have you ever experienced despair?"
"I think everyone's criteria for judging 'despair' may be different." Mo Tan asked ambiguously He said something, but his heart trembled a little, and he remembered something bad.
Several memory fragments that should have been buried deep in the soul flashed away, and the fears that were about to be completely forgotten have been haunting him recently, lingering like a nightmare.
"I have created other characters before." Cordoba naturally did not notice the slightest abnormality in Motan, and just said to himself: "However, he was hit one after another. I almost lost hope in life."
Mo Tan looked at him in surprise: "It's just a game, isn't it?"
Cordoba laughed dryly: "You. How long have you been playing Innocence?"
"Uh..." Mo Tan thought for a moment, and then gave the current playing time of the character Mo: "Probably less than two days, and I haven't played much. Scattered, not for a long time.”
Strictly speaking, he didn't lie.
“Have you ever died?” Cordoba continued to ask.
Mo Tan shook his head. Of course, he had never died, but he had experienced the death of other players several times.
This person of unknown race who is also a player sighed and said: "So you don't understand..."
Mo Tan understood at that time that this old man must be cold. Come on, he had previously learned about the perverted death penalty in the Innocence from the forum, which was basically equivalent to deleting his account and starting over. Combined with what Cordoba had said before, the result was obvious.
"Well, actually I think you can relax." Mo Tan said carefully while trying to remember something: "You must not be the worst..."
You must not be the worst!
This sentence made Cordoba's eyes light up, and he regained his energy as if he had been injected with a shot of adrenaline. Then he looked up at Mo Tan in disbelief: "Is what you said true?"< br>
"Yes!" Seeing that the previous sentence was quite effective, the latter nodded immediately and said: "You are definitely not!"
The most effective way for us to comfort a person who feels miserable. What is it?
The answer is obvious, just give him an example to let him know that there are people in this world who have encountered similar misfortunes, and they are worse than the person you are comforting! If the chestnut cited was himself, the effect would be even better~
At this time, Mo Tan undoubtedly did not want to see Cordoba so depressed, so even though he did not have any similar misfortune It's a matter of course, but he still has a way. It should be that not long ago... I once saw a post in the forum of Innocence...
It tells the story of the extremely tragic death of a certain unlucky landlord. Although the details are not described in detail, it does not affect the sense of sadness that is coming out through the screen. To be honest, if you are in the world of innocence, If a competition is held in the city, the owner of the post does not even need to appear at all. Just those lines of emotional text are enough to win.
Perhaps Cordoba experienced a tragic death that caused him to lose everything before, but no matter how high his death quality is, he should not have both the qualities that the original poster had. The huge amount of death.
So Mo Tan recited the poster’s post to Cordoba while recalling it, and at the same time tried his best to be word-for-word and expressive!
Anyway, I originally posted a post to share my journey with everyone. If this deed can be used to cheer up another person, the poster should also be able to die a worthy death... uh, I mean in peace... I'm sorry, Anyway, the poster should be very pleased.
With this idea in mind, Mo Tan finished telling the story while sighing in his heart.
Then...
"Well, I completely understand." Cordoba nodded slightly, lowered his head at an angle where his expression could not be observed and whispered: "Your The meaning is probably that the guy who was involved in an accident and died when he first entered the game, and then fell into the street again less than two hours after creating a new character, and then died again, died again, died again, and finally almost collapsed, is the guy. The most unlucky one in the whole game, right?"
Mo Tan shook his head: "Not necessarily."
Cordoba's eyes lit up again.
Mo Tan continued: "This is just my personal opinion."
Cordoba: "..."
"What's wrong?" Mo Tan He asked in surprise, and then his eyes widened immediately: "You don't want to say that you are worse off than him, do you?!"
What was left unsaid in the second half of the sentence was: What kind of thing is that? What a misfortune!
Cordoba 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 relaxed. tone.
“Because I am the one who is the most unlucky in your personal opinion.”
Cordoba’s back looks rickety and weathered in the moonlight. How do you look at the handle on his back? The 'staff' that looks like a spear is shining brightly, which adds a bit of sadness to this scene.
Mo Tan almost didn't even take a breath but he swooped over like the orc uncle not far away. The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and the scene was very embarrassing...
"Ahem~ Ugh!!"
Fortunately, this embarrassment was quickly interrupted by a cough. At this time, the orc uncle unexpectedly woke up, and then shuddered. He tightened his clothes and muttered: "Why do I suddenly feel a chill that seems to have been unlucky for eight lifetimes..."
Suddenly, Cordoba's figure became even more vicissitudes of life.
"Ah, you're awake?" Mo Tan gave Cordoba an apologetic look, then walked quickly to the uncle and looked at him with concern: "Uncle, are you okay... ..."
The old orc rubbed the back of his neck where Cordoba had punched him before, shook his head and said: "It's not bad, it's just that my neck is a little sore, it's okay, it's okay, I'm getting old. Just like that, people in my hometown call this bad luck. Bad luck is also bad luck~" "Sir, please stop talking..." Mo Tan almost cried: "Please!"
As for Cordoba, who was trembling constantly on the side, if his rune body had the ability to shed tears, it is estimated that the area would have started to flood by now.
At this time, the old orc was almost conscious. He frowned and looked around, suddenly his eyes widened, and he stumbled and asked Mo Tan: "What's going on? What's going on? How come my farm..."
As mentioned before, because of Cordoba's work efficiency that is far beyond common sense, this small farm (ruin) was restored in just a few days. Within an hour, it was almost back to its original state, which undoubtedly shocked the orc uncle who had suffered a disaster from heaven.
“It’s all because of the help of this friend of mine, his name is Cordoba.” Mo Tan pointed at Cordoba: “He has almost undertaken most of the reconstruction work.”
The latter forced out a smile and nodded to the old orc.
"Thank you, thank you!" The old orc quickly stepped forward and held his hand: "Thank you so much. My friend, you are such a good person. Please be careful. Good people don't live long. Ah..."
Cordoba: "..."
Mo Tan read this piece of information from the other person's eyes looking at him: Can I jerk off?
So I shook my head crazily!
"No...you're welcome." After struggling for a while, Cordoba, who was really kind and neutral in his heart, finally didn't slap him away and just replied as if he looked away: "As long as you are happy."
The old orc laughed and rushed into the newly set up kitchen without looking back: "I'll get you some food! Make it festive and avoid bad luck!"
< br>Cordoba: "Do you mean to wash me away..."
Mo Tan: "Think too much, man..."
Half an hour later, finally Motan, who had completed the last bit of reconstruction work (Cordoba had lost his dream because of the severe blow he received), heard the old orc's greeting and hurried to the temporary tables and chairs (wooden pillars) in the corner of the farm to help. Place food.
Cordoba, who was like a little thing, slowly got up and walked behind Mo Tan.
"I misunderstood you before, little brother, you are a good person!" The old orc raised his glass to Mo Tan, and sent him a card by the way, then turned to Cordoba: "And this "Uh, I can't tell my race, thank you so much, I..."
"I'll do it first out of respect!" Mo Tan immediately interrupted the old orc's chatter and poured the image into the cup. After drinking the light blue liquid that was wine, his vision suddenly blurred, and he found that he was in a dizzy state for three seconds.
“You’re welcome!” Cordoba also drank the contents of the cup in one gulp without being affected at all, while a little mist sprayed out from a small hole on the back of his neck.
The old orc smiled sincerely: "Thank you very much. This small farm has been everything to me since a long time ago..."
[He seems to have a story. 】
Mo Tan thought so.
【He seems to have been very unlucky. 】
Cordoba thought so.
【He seems to be planning to start telling his own story/history of misfortune...】
They both thought at the same time.
"Hey, I think about it back then..." Sure enough, after the orc uncle took two sips of wine, he was immediately ready to remember the bitterness and sweetness, while the other two people also pretended to be listening, 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 and saw an extremely terrifying blue dragon standing tall. From the ruins of the newly rebuilt main building, a low growl sounded extremely tired.
This giant dragon with dark blue magic current rippling all over its body first looked around for a while, and then let out a dragon roar of relief after seeing Cordoba, and then stood there with a three hundred Turn sixty degrees...
Boom! Bang! Click!
Half of the fence was lifted up by the nearly ten-meter-long dragon tail, and a large amount of soil fell to the distance. At the same time, the farmland that had been initially plowed and the stove that had just been used were also accidentally hit by the pair of dragon wings. Completely killed while on the move.
Mo Tan and Cordoba looked back at the orc uncle tremblingly.
I don’t know whether it was luck or misfortune, but this time he did not pull away, but pointed tremblingly at the adult azure dragon not far away, and murmured: "Do you... know this... …”
“I don’t know you!”
Before Mo Tan could speak, Cordoba immediately yelled and began to blink wildly at the giant dragon not far away.
Then...
"Oh~ Cordoba, I think I made a big mistake, but to be honest, it is best not to activate more than three things like the Gust Rune at the same time. I I feel like I'm going to be exhausted." The dragon shrugged its wings at Cordoba, and then turned its attention to Mo Tan: "Hey, you are the temporary custodian. Nice to meet you, mine. My friend, my name is Femiguel Bluetooth.”
“I don’t care if you use Bluetooth or infrared!” Cordoba yelled, scratching his neck: “I don’t know you anyway”
< br>But...
Cang!
It seems to have been...
Cang!
It's too late...
The old orc who was wandering not far away from the dragon calling out the words 'Cordoba' was frantically digging at the ground with a hoe. He leaned over to pick something up and muttered something, which made Mo Tan feel extremely dangerous!
"I think I was also a prominent figure in the Engineering Society back then..." The old orc held up an old orc with a very bad shape, with a handle, chains and serrations, and was emitting a burst of energy. The humming mechanical creation muttered in a low voice: "The result... tsk tsk... what is this all about..."
Hold the handle with your right hand, point it diagonally downward, pass through the three tabs with your left hand, and pull it back hard!
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so ! Buzz! ! !
Mo Tan and Cordoba turned around and ran away, with the latter screaming while running...
"Nice chainsaw ahhhhh!!!"
Chapter 49: The End
(End of this chapter)