"Have you heard anything?"
A druid player wearing rawhide armor sat at a wooden table on a street bridge, communicating with several friends around him.
As time goes by, players who initially chose the recommended profession of "Druid" as their talent have slowly moved from the forest where they were born to the city.
And these mystics who revere nature and whose power comes from nature, who can control the angry storms, the power of the rising sun and even the beasts in the forest, have also begun to show their power to players in other towns.
Gradually, the popularity of "Druid", a profession that can transform itself into a ferocious animal to fight, and can also bring its animal companions and perform magical magic to participate in the battle, has gradually increased in popularity in the forum. .
The half-orc barbarian player sitting next to the druid player laughed cruelly, unable to hide the protruding fangs in his mouth, "I just heard that the Zhongxia Mage used his mysterious ability without any trace, and directly let All the senior officials of Falling Star Town present were in a state of fear."
"It is estimated that in the short term, they will not dare to provoke the number one person again."
The half-orc player couldn't hide his contempt, and as he spoke, he fumbled for the refined giant ax on his waist.
The blood groove on the ax body has shown a dark red color, obviously it has tried a lot of blood.
"Is that so?" The druid player said in a surprised tone, "Those high-level officials are not ordinary people who have never been exposed to magic. If they really cast spells, it is impossible for them not to know about it."
"Fear is most likely a fourth-level fear spell, which is also suitable for the opponent's level 7 status. If you want to cast it silently, you need the matching 'Spell Silent' and 'Spell Fixed' feats, and the opponent can use it again To get there, you have to use a sixth-level spell slot, which is simply impossible."
"But when using a metamagic scepter or something, you can only match one type without having to specialize. There is no way to cover two types." After saying this, the druid player stared at the orc and barbarian player and asked, "At that time, the opponent had it in his hand. Are you carrying anything?"
"How do I know this?" The barbarian player was staring at the hot figure of the teahouse proprietress.
"Oh, man." The Druid player said contemptuously.
The barbarian player was immediately unconvinced and turned around, "You druids also respect nature, are bound by traditional oaths, and do not use metal weapons. You are not said to be unfeminine."
However, the druid companion sent by the organization to assist him across the way did not speak to him and continued to lower his head.
She hid her entire figure in her cloak and did not answer his questions.
The barbarian player was asking for trouble and turned his face to the side. It was just the third partner sitting on this table. From the beginning, he looked like a dead body. If he hadn't barely heard the other person's breathing, otherwise he would have been dead. Thought something was wrong.
This makes Barbarian players unable to help but wonder where this organization found so many strange candidates.
This entanglement even prevented him from watching the performance of the bard on the covered bridge, who was singing a heroic epic at the moment.
"It's indeed interesting. Let me go and find out his background." The third person who had been silent suddenly stood up. At this moment, he was wearing a pure black cloak.
The covered bridge in Falling Star Town can be said to be the busiest place on weekdays. Many budding poets will choose to perform their talents here and test their talents through the applause of the audience.
Gradually, the surrounding businesses began to operate around this area, and the open-air teahouse where the three of them sat came into being. The three of them chose this place because the gossip here was extremely well-informed.
"Don't be impulsive." At this time, it was the barbarian who was said to be the most violent and impulsive to stop his companion's actions. "The other party can be said to be the number one Arthur player. You can't act without authorization."
"Huh, I'm not your subordinate. Besides, you, a newbie, haven't realized the greatness of the organization at all." The man in black robe was full of posture, making the sitting barbarian who was not much shorter than him look down on him.
Then he turned and left, slowly disappearing into the crowd of people on the covered bridge.
"What are you pulling at? I don't know, I thought it was a zombie." The barbarian cursed secretly.
"It's possible, but it's definitely not a zombie. Have you ever seen a zombie with intelligence." The Druid sitting opposite shook his head, "I just vaguely sensed something was wrong."
"Oh, that's right. Regardless of whether you are good or evil, you druids also hate those unnatural things, such as monsters and undead creatures. Now in a team, more things are worse than less things, and you are not a A real druid." The barbarian player laughed and mocked.
"You know a lot, but you don't look like a half-orc barbarian player." The druid player's tone remained indifferent.
"Needless to say, my strongest skill is to pretend to be stupid and trick people into trying to get rid of them." The barbarian player couldn't help laughing. "Compared with the weakened intelligence attributes of my half-orc race, it does not affect the The real intelligence of our players. Those players who increase their intelligence to 10 points when they clearly don’t need it are really stupid. Is there any point just for the extra skill points brought by intelligence?”
After the barbarian player joked for a while, he locked his eyes on the druid in front of him and said, "That's not right."
"We, an elf and a half-orc, a race that is a natural enemy, can sit here and have a good conversation because we are all humans at heart, so we don't care about this bullshit logic."
"But professions are different. They are chosen entirely based on nature, especially priests and druids, which are very demanding."
"Most of you druids don't even believe in the gods. Logically speaking, they will only join internal secret sects. How can you appear in the organization? You can even see suspected undead creatures without doing anything."
As he spoke, the barbarian couldn't help but reach for the giant ax on his waist, as if he was going to hit someone with the ax if he disagreed, and then calmly escaped.
"Ah."
"Because the sect I belong to coincides with some of the ideas of the organization."
"We firmly believe that short-term sacrifice is for longer-term peace."
"The beacon fire is everywhere, and the desolate scorched earth is the nourishment for the trees to thrive in the future." The druid player said, then gently opened the ordinary hood, revealing the mysterious tattoo on his face.
The barbarian player didn't even close his jaw on the spot, "Hell, it's actually that lunatic sect, and you, as a player, can actually be absorbed into it."
"It's crazy, it's all crazy."
The barbarian player couldn't help but shake his head, but his eyes couldn't help but look towards the area in the distance that had been sealed off and was preparing to build the tower of the Future Mage Association.
He couldn't help but guess that since everyone was so tough, could the man in black robe really succeed? ���
It was dark at night, and the house selected for demolition and reconstruction was not inhabitable, so most of the members of Zhao Xu's team arranged to stay in the adjacent hotel.
As for the players, most of them are offline and don't have to worry about living too much.
At this moment, Zhao Xu was still standing in the atrium of the courtyard, looking at the cool moonlight in the sky, thinking about the architectural drawings in his mind, and secretly wondering where more repairs were needed.
He kept pacing in the courtyard, not even caring about other things, just thinking.
Bailong, who had been staying to protect him and take good care of him, was sitting in the corner, snoring.
After he fooled around during the day and secretly used the "Fear Technique" to suppress the top management of Falling Star Town, there was an endless stream of people visiting throughout the afternoon, most of whom came for face-to-face instruction or cooperation.
"Tick tock."
Suddenly, a slight abnormal sound attracted Zhao Xu's attention, and he couldn't help but turn around.
I saw a man in black robe standing by the well, as if waiting for him.
"I came here to bring you the royal order of our organization and invite you to join our organization."
"So don't be ignorant of praise."
(End of chapter)