Quadruple split

"You said I have a good character?" Cordoba sat down with a gloomy expression. He felt as if he had been blasted by Jadeka's staff more than two hundred times, and he sighed deeply. He sighed: "Then you don't know how unlucky a person can be..."

Mo Tan couldn't help but feel confused. He felt that the temperament of the buddy in front of him was a bit familiar, but he didn't think much about it. He just subconsciously asked: "What does it look like?"

Cordoba smiled bitterly and pointed to the tip of his nose: "I look like this."

"You?" Mo Tan clicked his tongue and said, "I've been playing for a while. Apart from anything else, my friend, your physical fitness is one of the best among players, right?"

This statement definitely has enough basis. 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 some 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 was silent for a moment, and gave Cordoba the choice of whether he really wanted to look back...

Sure enough, this big brother who had "I have a lot of stories" written all over his face couldn't hold it back in the end, and asked Mo Tan sadly: "Have you ever experienced despair?"

"I think everyone's criteria for judging 'despair' may be different." Mo Tan said vaguely, but deep down in his heart, he trembled slightly as he thought of some bad things. .

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 Mo Tan, and just said to himself: "However, he was hit by the blows one after another and almost lost all confidence in life. hope."

Mo Tan looked at him in surprise: "It's just a game, isn't it?"

Cordoba laughed dryly: "How long have you been playing Innocence?"

"Uh..." Mo Tan thought for a moment, and then gave the current playing time of Mo's character: "Probably less than two days, I played sporadically, not a long time."

Strictly speaking, he didn't lie.

"Have you ever died?" Cordoba continued.

Mo Tan shook his head. He had never died, but he had witnessed the death of other players several times.

This person of unknown race, who was also a player, sighed: "So you don't understand..."

Mo Tan understood at that time that this old man must have been cool. He had learned about the perverted death penalty in the World of Innocence from the forum. It was basically equivalent to deleting the account and starting over. Looking at what Cordoba said before, the result is 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?"

"Yes!" Seeing that the previous sentence was quite effective, the latter immediately nodded and said: "You are definitely not!"

What is the most effective way for us to comfort someone who feels miserable?

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 you cited was yourself, the effect would be even better~

At this time, Mo Tan undoubtedly did not want to see Cordoba so depressed, so although he did not have any similar bad luck, he still had a way. It should be that not long ago... he had been innocent I saw a post in the forum of Zhijie...

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.

Maybe 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 the huge death quantity that the original poster has. .

So Mo Tan recited the poster's post to Cordoba while recalling it, and at the same time, he 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: "What you probably mean is, the guy who was involved in the accident and died as soon as he entered the game , and then the guy who hits the street again within two hours after creating the new character, and then dies, dies again, dies again, and finally almost collapses, is the unluckiest guy in the entire 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 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 a misfortune that is!

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 breathed a sigh of relief.

"Because I am the unluckiest one in your personal opinion."

Cordoba's back looked rickety and weathered in the moonlight, but the 'staff' on his back that looked like a spear shone brightly, adding a bit of sadness to the scene.

Mo Tan almost couldn't take a breath, but he took it 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~Ahem!!"

Fortunately, this embarrassment was quickly interrupted by a cough. At this time, the orc uncle unexpectedly woke up, and then he tightened his clothes in a daze, and muttered: "Why did I suddenly feel something like... Eight lifetimes of bad luck..."

Suddenly, Cordoba's figure became 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 okay, it's okay, but my neck is a little sore, it's okay, it's just like this when people get old, it's all over my hometown. Call it bad luck, bad luck is also bad luck~"

"Uncle, please stop talking..." Mo Tan almost cried: "Please!"

As for Cordoba, who was shivering on the side, if his rune-like body had the ability to shed tears, he would probably be flooded nearby 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?! My How come the farm turned out so quickly..."

As mentioned before, due to Cordoba's work efficiency that far exceeded common sense, this small farm (ruin) was almost restored to its original state in just a few hours. This undoubtedly made this man who suffered a natural disaster The orc uncle was shocked.

"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 hurriedly stepped forward and held his hand: "Thank you so much. My friend, you are such a good person. You must be careful. Good people don't live long..."

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!"

Cordoba: "Do you mean to wash me away..."

Mo Tan: "I think too much, man..."

Half an hour later, Motan, who had finally 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 table and chairs in the corner of the farm. Help put food next to the wooden pier.

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. Then he turned to Cordoba: "And this... uh, look Friends who don’t come out from other races, thank you very much, I..."

"I'll do it first as a courtesy!" Mo Tan immediately interrupted the old orc's ramblings, drank the light blue liquid that looked like wine in the cup, and then his vision suddenly blurred, and he found that he had an extra 3 seconds. dizzy state.

"You're welcome!" Cordoba also drank the contents of the cup in one gulp without being affected at all, while a small amount of 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 thought about it back then..." Sure enough, after taking two sips of wine, the orc man was immediately ready to reminisce about his sorrows and sweet memories, while the other two people also pretended to be listening, but unexpectedly at this moment!

An 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 in the newly rebuilt main building. From the ruins of..., 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, then let out a dragon roar of relief when it saw Cordoba, and then turned around 360 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..."

"do not know!!"

Before Mo Tan could say anything, Cordoba immediately roared and then 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's best not to activate more than three things like the Gust Rune at the same time. I feel like I'm going to be exhausted." The dragon shrugged at Cordoba... its wings, and then turned its gaze to Mo Tan: "Hey, you are the temporary custodian, please. Nice to meet you, my friend. My name is Femiguel Bluetooth." .”

"I don't care if it's Bluetooth or infrared!" Cordoba yelled, scratching his neck: "I don't know you anyway!"

but……

Bang!

It seems to have been...

Bang!

That's too late……

The old orc who had been wandering not far away since the dragon called out the word 'Cordoba' was digging at the ground frantically with a hoe. He was leaning over to pick up something, muttering something to Mo Mo. Tan feels extremely dangerous!

"I think I was also a prominent figure in the Engineering Society back then..." The old orc held up a very bad-looking, old, machine with a handle, chains and serrations that was making a buzzing sound. Creation, murmured 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!

Sizzssssssssssssssssssss... Buzz! ! Buzz! ! !

Mo Tan and Cordoba turned around and ran away, with the latter screaming while running...

"Nima chainsaw ahhhhhh!!!"

Chapter 49: End