Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 Carnival all night, a bonfire was raised at Camp Rogge, and the whole night was illuminated like daylight. Everyone was celebrating, people hugging each other, dancing in front of the bonfire, drinking and laughing to their heart's content, even the most stingy businessmen were exaggerated by the atmosphere and began to offer drinks for free. The children played around the fire, with innocent smiles on their faces.

　　 Everyone was celebrating and celebrating the defeat of Andariel, and at the same time, they did not forget to offer their blessings to their heroes.

　　 However, it is a pity that the heroes who defeated Andariel were seriously injured and all rested in their tents and did not participate in this banquet.

　　 Of course not all heroes go to rest.

　　 In Akara's tent, seductive moans continued to sound, and Mo Wen, who was naked, pressed the same naked Akara under his body and flogged.

　　Different from the first time, this time Akara appeared to be extraordinarily active, cooperating with Mo Wen to make shameful gestures.

The liberation of the monastery allowed her to return to her homeland, and due to Andariel’s death, Rogge recovered from a depraved job. Although the body was severely damaged by the erosion of the demonic energy, and the soul became fragile. But after all, it survived. So she was very grateful for the unknown, and deliberately tried to please him.

　　 Looking at Akara, who was tactfully under him, a sense of satisfaction faintly rose in Mo Wen's heart.

　　 The Rogers were still celebrating outside, but they didn't expect their grand elder, the only high nun in the camp, to scream under the hero in their hearts, making obscene gestures one by one.

The pleasure of 　　 profanity made Mo Wen move faster and faster, and finally with the sound of magic fireworks outside, the two reached the peak together.

　　 Holding Akara's white and plump carcass, Mo Wen smiled contentedly, and lay on the carpet to rest. After all, he had a battle with Andariel, and it would be good if he could hold on to it.

　　 While looking at Mo Wen's handsome profile, Akara just sighed slightly, she touched Mo Wen's cheek, and then put her hand down.

　　 gently pulled Mo Wen's arm around her hand, she stood up, the white turbid liquid slipped down her thigh, she didn't care, but went to a box and searched for it.

　　 After a while, she walked over with a scepter struggling with both hands.

　　 gently placed the scepter on the carpet, and Akara knelt on the carpet with her legs close together.

"Mr. Modi Seattle! We owe you some graces that we can never repay. I only hope that with time, we can rebuild our monastic order. We will always be grateful to you, my friend, that we give to you. Parting gift."

　　 Mo Wen, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

　　 He pulled Akara over, and gently picked her chin so that her eyes were facing him, "It's just a friend? Sister Akara, you are really ruthless."

　　 "If you want, you can come to me at any time. I am willing to do anything for you, but I will not leave Camp Rogge, and I am afraid you will not stay."

　　 Akara's face is very calm.

　　 Mowen shrugged and picked up the scepter on the ground to play.

　　 Grace Wald's Redemption

　　 Staff of God

　　 One-handed damage: (111-125)-(129-146) (120-135.5 average)

　　 One-handed damage: (121-135)-(149-166) (135-150.5 average)

　　 One-handed damage: (131-145)-(169-186) (150-165.5 average)

　　Required level: 66

　　 Need strength: 78

　　 requires agility: 56

　　 Durability: 70

　　 Range: 2

　　 Basic weapon speed: [－10]

　　+200-240% enhanced damage (variable)

　　+250% damage to undead

　　 demand －20%

　　 40% increase in attack speed

　　 groove (4)

　　+2 Combat Skills (only for Paladins) (2 set items)

　　 +10-20 damage (3 set items)

　　 +10-20 damage (fully equipped)

　　 One of the legendary accessories of Grace Wald, the top green suit of the Paladin, the weapon scepter.

　　 Mo Wen was still sorry for not getting this set of legendary equipment when he was in Tristram, but he didn't expect to encounter one here.

　　 Mo Wen held the scepter and shook it lightly. It was a little heavy. It seemed that he would have to hone for a while before he could use this scepter as the main weapon, and the hexagonal fire would take a while.

　　 "Is it just such a piece of equipment? We are also fighting for you, Sister Akara, you are too stingy." Holding the scepter in hand, Mo Wen was in a good mood, teasing at Akara.

　　 Akara blankly gave Mo Wen a blank glance, "The thank you gifts from the warriors will be handed over to you when you leave."

　　 Without a smile, he looked up and down Akara's delicate body. "Is this given to me alone? Having said that, my hard work these two times was not in vain?"

　　 Akara blushed slightly, and then said nonchalantly: "It just happens that we have a top suit suitable for Paladins in our hands."

Mo Wen Yin Le, although there is only one, but Grace Wald’s redemption itself is an elite weapon, with four grooves on it. Among all the forces, they can all be used as things at the bottom of the box, which can be sent out so easily.

　　 "Yes, the most expensive Sister of Akara, it just happens to be there." Mo Wen laughed and took Akara into his arms. "I suddenly became interested again. How about another one?"

　　 Before Akara could answer, Mo Wen kissed her cherry lips.

　　 After a while, there was another suppressed moan in the tent.

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　　 Early in the morning, Mo Wen got up quietly, squeezed Akara's sleeping face, put on his clothes and left the tent, and walked towards his residence.

　　 In another day or two, when Bruce and Jacob's injuries get better, they will leave, and he and Akara will not have any more intersection.

　　 It's not that he had never thought of forcing Akara to contract, but by doing so, he would get a servitude contract. Akara would never give up these sisters under her.

　　 And a **** contract is of no use to Mo Wen. As for Akara himself, does he still lack beautiful women?

Although her fair and plump body and the noble and majestic temperament did bring him a lot of happiness, it was nothing more. In terms of appearance, she was not as good as Qiu and Hermione, who got along only two times. A little more than a month, the relationship between them is far from deep, Mo Wen is only out of the psychology of hunting beauty, and Akara just hopes that Mo Wen will help her rebuild her home, even if in the end there is still a relationship with Mo Wen. The nostalgia can never keep up with the feelings for my sisters.

　　 In the square, there are drunk adventurers everywhere. In terms of their physique, it is not a problem to lie outside for a night.

　　 The morning breeze blew slightly, Mo Wen squinted his eyes comfortably, but then he smiled bitterly.

　　 A figure was standing outside his tent.

　　 Lilian is standing there wearing the equipment she used to face Andariel yesterday, and the javelin and shield in her hand are ready.

　　 "Last night had a good time, didn't you come back one night?" Lilian sneered.

　　 "Not bad, I slept quite comfortably." Mo Wen touched his nose.

　　 "Akara?"

　　 Mo Wen hesitated and nodded.

　　 "Really?" Lilian showed a brilliant smile, but there was a biting murderous look in her eyes.

　　 squeezed the javelin and shield in his hand and walked in the direction of Mo Wenlai.

　　 "I'll find you to settle the account later." The two intervened, Lilian whispered.

　　 But Mo Wen stopped her.

　　 "Do you want to turn your face with me for that woman?" Lilian's face was ugly.

Mo Wen shook his head, not to mention Lilian's strength first, but with her figure and appearance, Mo Wen would not turn his face with her for Akara, but he would not just watch her slaughtered. Carla, let’s not talk about the trouble caused by this, but only when the two of them have just been entangled together, he can’t let Lilian do this. It’s two different things to pull the bird and watch the wife kill the mistress. Moreover, he can’t afford to lose that. people.

　　 "Now, Lilian, we have been getting along for a lot of time. You should know exactly what kind of person I am, right?" Mo Wen looked at Lilian's eyes.

　　 "Of course," Lilian sneered, "Apart from strength and appearance, you are a scumbag!"

　　 Mowen shrugged, but did not deny it.

　　 "So what do you want to say now? Let me let Akara go? There is a price for anything that dares to touch my Lilian Dina!"

　　 Lilian's eyes showed a murderous look.

　　 "I am not your thing, at least not now."

　　 "I only heard that the weak belong to the strong, but I have never heard that the strong belong to the weak."

　　 Looking at Mo Wen quietly, Lilian smiled.

　　 "Do you mean to have a fight with me here?" The hand holding the javelin tightened, but the smile became brighter.

　　 Spreading his hands, Mo Wen smiled lightly: "If you want to, I don't mind, but you and I both know that you are not my opponent now."

　　 "Hehe! You have to try this before you know it!"

　　 Lilian suddenly moved her hands.

　　 The javelin in his hand pierced violently, and the dazzling lightning lingered on it.

　　 Charge a blow!

　　 Mo Wen didn't feel surprised, he let out a sigh of relief, and a cloud of cold aura burst open suddenly.

　　 Lilian stopped for a while, but continued to stab her.

　　 The javelin stuck straight on Mo Wen's body.

Lilian's eyes shrank, and her movements slowed down subconsciously. She thought Mo Wen would avoid it. After all, he didn't wear armor now and didn't have a shield in his hand. He would definitely be pierced by her. .

But the next moment her face changed, the javelin stuck in Mo Wen's chest did not cause the expected damage. A metal-like rubbing sound made her javelin just a meal, although it also stabbed her. Into Mo Wen's body, but only trapped in the flesh.

　　 "Iron cloth shirt!" Lilian retracted the javelin, looking at Mo Wen with an uncertain face. Although affected by the freezing aura, she finally recovered a bit of strength, but the only thing that can cause this defensive effect is the barbarian's Tier 4 martial arts iron cloth shirt. Unlike other attack martial arts, this is a pass Use special methods to hone your body, then improve your defenses, and finally achieve invulnerable skills. It can be said that barbarians who don't know how to hold a shield can guarantee their lives, except for the armor on their bodies, that is this skill.

　　 "That's right!" Mo Wen touched the wound on his chest, where a faint blood flow came out.

　　 He sighed secretly in his heart, it seemed that he was still not practicing enough, and Lilian couldn't prevent at most 60% of the attacks.

But I still said: "I'm also a barbarian, maybe I didn't practice much in other martial arts, but I won't give up on the iron cloth shirt. In the battle yesterday, do you think I was less injured just because of luck? The long-range you, the melee Jacob and Bruce have not gotten up yet!"

　　 Lilian gritted her teeth, and finally put the javelin down.

　　 Mo Wen with the dual martial arts of the Paladin and the Barbarian is indeed not something she can defeat now.

　　 "Well, from now on I won't care about your affairs anymore, but when I defeat you, I will talk to you about today's affairs!"

　　 With a cold snort, Lilian turned and returned to the tent.