The fact that golden sons can be hired is no longer news to the aristocracy.
Moreover, Golden Son's reputation is quite good. Either he doesn't accept the offer, or if he accepts it, he will definitely try his best to complete it. If it really can't be completed, he will even apologize.
All of them are talented people, and they all speak very nicely.
So now the aristocracy likes to hire golden sons to do things for them.
And many times, only the Son of Gold can fight against the Son of Gold.
After all, only the immortal can defeat the immortal.
It's not too strange for Alfred to hire five players to do things for him.
Roland originally just listened to this matter. After all, Tobjörn's death was already something he expected.
Unexpectedly, three days later, Roland was scrolling through posts while resting and accidentally came across a popular video.
"A filial son coldly kills his father, the reason is this, the Chinese people are silent after reading it"
A strong UC body rushed towards my face.
Although he knew that such titles usually had no substantial content, Roland couldn't help but click on the post.
What if there is content
After the post opened, Roland clicked on the video and saw a familiar person kneeling in the room, covered in blood.
There were many corpses around the room, all of them wearing magic robes.
The kneeling man has a big bald head.
Torbjörn!
Roland was stunned for a moment, then continued reading.
In the video, although Tobjörn was panting, his expression was still slightly calm. Of course, it was possible that he was pretending.
He said: "Alfred, you don't know our relationship. I can tell you that you are actually mine..."
"My biological son, right?"
A slightly green voice sounded, and then the perspective quickly moved to the opposite side of Tobjörn.
A young man in a white robe stood proudly with a sarcastic look on his face.
"Uh..." Tobjörn's voice finally contained some disbelief: "Since you know, why?"
"Why?" Alfred chuckled: "Because I only have one father, Gawain Munster. Who do you think you want to be my father?"
Toby Zong became excited when he heard this, and he even got a little angry: "Why, how can that useless man be qualified to be your father!"
When Alfred heard this, he became angry, rushed forward, and kicked Tobjörn hard in the face, sending the latter flying several meters away.
Blood splattered.
One of the players present couldn't help but whistle.
Everyone immediately looked at this man.
The player shrugged, looking quite embarrassed.
Although it looked miserable, Tobjörn was a professional after all. He wiped his bloody face, and then said angrily: "Even if you deny it, you can't change the fact that my blood is flowing in your body." .You are the descendant of a noble spell caster. How can you be the father of my descendant, that waste with no power, wealth, or ability? He can raise you, it is the goddess of luck who cares about him."
Alfred's face became even colder. He condensed a spear of light in his right hand and stabbed it hard, directly hitting Tobjörn's left kidney.
Torbjörn screamed in pain and tried to struggle, but was held down by two players behind him.
For a professional, or a master-level professional, such an injury may be considered a serious injury, but it is not fatal.
Tobjörn's face was pale. After howling, he looked at Alfred and smiled miserably: "Are you hating me for not raising you since you were a child? I don't have any... way, after all, I am I only found out about your existence recently, and I had no idea that that lowly woman was so lucky to be pregnant with a professional’s child.”
Alfred shook his head slowly, his expression getting colder and colder. Looking at Tobjörn's expression was like looking at a dung maggot.
"You know? My favorite people are my father and mother." A smile appeared on Fred Aji's face: "Since I was a child, my father has always been very gentle. Even though I am not his biological son, he treats me He treated me as his own son. He only spanked me once. When I was twelve years old, I molested a passing civilian girl of the same age in front of my house. Then he slapped me. That was the only time he spanked me. I."
Tobjörn laughed and said: "That cowardly man didn't even dare to offend civilians after leaving Hollevin?"
"Yes, he is afraid." Alfred suddenly pulled Tobjörn's collar, grabbed him whole, and roared: "He is afraid that I will become like you, afraid that I will also become You are such a scumbag, because I am bleeding half of your blood, the blood of a dirty, despicable, inhumane scumbag like you. After my father slapped me, he hugged me and cried, a white-haired man Cang Cang's relative cried like a little child in front of me. Although a day later, he became as gentle as before, but the pain in his cry that day is still vivid in my mind."
Tobjörn said in disbelief: "You actually sympathize with a coward?"
"Until now, you still don't understand why I came to kill you." Alfred sneered: "When my mother told me that my father was not my biological father, I couldn't believe my ears. But my I didn't hate you at that time, I just wanted to find out what kind of person my biological father was. But when I found out that you treated my mother and father like that, I understood why my father cried so painfully. The dirty blood in my body was so dirty that it made me want to vomit. My first reaction at that time was to commit suicide."
Tobjörn's expression became more horrified: "You actually want to commit suicide. You are my only descendant, and you actually want to commit suicide? You can inherit everything I have now, why do you want to commit suicide?"
"But I figured it out later." Alfred threw Tobjörn in front of him with force and looked at him condescendingly: "No matter whose blood is flowing in my body, my soul will always be Gawain Mance. The son of Te. The body can age, change and wither, but only the soul is the essence."
Tobjörn stood up and roared: "You are deceiving yourself. You will always be my son, Tobjörn. No one can change this."
"So, killing you will change things." Alfred said lightly: "I am a priest of light, and I cannot kill people casually. But here, I have been investigating you for several days, otherwise you think the previous few Why in God's name do I only trouble you instead of actually taking action?"
Tobjörn's expression gradually became ugly, and he no longer had the calmness he had just now.
"The investigation over the past few days doesn't surprise me at all. You are a scumbag. You force girls into prostitution, prey on underage girls, secretly abduct some beautiful young women, and then disappear them." Alfred smiled quite a bit. Yin Leng: "So I have enough reasons to kill you without violating my teachings."
When Tobjörn heard this, he got up and shouted: "Don't kill me, I am your father, you can inherit everything I have, whether it is the magic association or the family, it is infinitely better than you fighting alone." times."
"I am a white-robed bishop with a bright future." Alfred said disdainfully: "A small remote country, a rubbish magic association, and a small aristocratic family are as weak and ridiculous as the chief of the orcs. What is there to inherit? .”
"You can't do this. No god will encourage a son to kill his father."
"But you are not my father."
Alfred raised his chin at a player, then turned and left.
The video was taken here.
Torbjorn's ending is self-evident.
After reading it, Roland breathed a sigh of relief.
This kind of bloody family ethics drama will be criticized by the audience if it is made into a TV series.
But in the game, it seems extremely real.
In other words, it is real in itself.
According to the responses from players, most people support Alfred in killing Torbjörn.
After all, what Torbjörn did was so disgusting, and Alfred investigated Torbjörn, and the latter really deserved to die.
But some people disagree.
Torbjörn indeed deserves to die, but Alfred should not order his death. After all, the latter is the son of man, and it does not make sense for a son to kill his father.
Roland felt that both statements were reasonable, and no matter which one Alfred chose, it was correct, so he simply did not participate in the debate on the forum.
Then he took out five elemental cores and placed them on the table.
In the past three days, he has read the two books given by Ans.
The reason why the elemental lord is called a sword dancer by the elves is simply because it is a pure combat mage profession.
The so-called 'sword' refers to a philosophy of using elemental power.
A rather idealistic person who believes that the magic of condensed elements is actually a weapon, and 'sword' is just an abstract name for this kind of weapon.
Because among all weapons, the sword is the most noble.
Of course, this is just the view of most elves.
Many organizations or forces actually do not recognize this concept.
For example, the three religions of light, life, and even druids consider the hammer to be the most sacred.
The elves believe that the sword is a straightforward weapon, and give the sword a lot of spiritual meaning.
For example, a noble elf should be like a long sword, and an upright character should be like a long sword.
These things are easy for Roland to understand. After all, they are somewhat similar to the spirit of a martial arts swordsman.
The second book describes how to use elemental cores, coordinate the power of elements, and finally transform the body to become an elemental lord.
The book says it's difficult... but for Roland, it's not difficult at all.
The two most critical factors for becoming an elemental lord are: elven bloodline and the ability to control elemental magic to almost the extreme.
Roland has both of these two key factors.
The talent of 'Magic Control' is real, and not even the elves have it.
According to the book, Roland drew a magic circle on the ground, threw five elemental cores into it, and finally used the pressure of the magic circle to squeeze all the elemental cores into a uniform mixed magic power.
Finally, it is guided into one's own body to create the body's quality, making the entire body more affinity to elemental magic.
This thing sounds simple, but it is actually very, very difficult to do.
First of all, it is extremely difficult to mix five different elemental magic powers. Once the proportion is even slightly wrong, it will explode.
Moreover, it must be guided into the body. If there is any slight mistake, this temporarily mixed magic power will explode in the body, and the entire body will be torn apart, and even death will be seriously injured.
But... Roland succeeded easily.