At the moment when the Warlock was about to fall, a demonic light in the same color of WOW gold rose from his body, and I heard the voice from the devil: "Your soul was under my custody ...” He gave the only opportunity for rebirth to me, and what I have to do was just to give him a shield, but I did not, or gave him a recovery, but I did not. My Mana has not yet to restore up, I could only stand still and let the tears broke down like the pearl. Without the Manna, pastors were noting, just like a piece of paper which can be easy broken, why do you have to give up your life and come to save me? The dying mage gave a smile to me and said: "Because ... we have to ... protect the commoner ...”
”But, you are also the commoner!” I thought.
Finally, our supporting force which owned some cheap WOW gold was crashed; there was no occupational station of the fighting department. The dying monster rushed over to the treatment occupation, Druid growled and become a bear to rush up! This time, I already had enough mana, I put a shield on him without any hesitate. At the moment when the shield was broken, I heard t a battle cry which sounded like the thunder.
The frontline soldiers came back with some WOW gold. Violent, intercept, reckless, and beheaded! After all of these, the dying monster has finally become a real corpse!
When the battle ended, the whole group was cheering up. But I could not felt a little joy of victory. So much corpse around the street declared the complete failure of me, one, two ... that were thieves which could not get the attention from others. What made me more guilt was that there were many traces of places bandage. As an occupational therapist, many of them were not died from the hit by the monsters, but from losing much blood. In the whole battle, I did not give any thief even a small recovery, but in such a harsh condition, this small group which hid in the darkness contributed much WOW gold and more than a half combat effectiveness for the whole group.
The teammate lifted me up, and threw me into the sky.
At this time that dialogue sounded in my ears again:”you are the most excellent priest, because of you; we could become confident and powerful!” But this time, I said silently: "because every one of you, we could become confident and powerful."
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