I'm Eric Wood, a declining aristocrat who often heard my grandfather talk about the glory of the family and the war of resistance that everyone knows. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoMaybe that's the case, although I didn't have the talent, I still chose to practice martial arts and join the mercenary group.

I was born with a keen eyesight and a better sense of hearing than the average person. This is very important for scouts, and my riding skills are good, and my natural advantage in several escort missions allowed me to spot the enemy in time, which allowed the mercenary group to warn in advance and avoid losses. As my experience grew, I had the honor of being the Scout Captain of a high-ranking mercenary group, and even earned the nickname of the shrewd and infallible Ke Hu. (Note: The fox is a cunning and agile animal that grows in the forest, and is distinguished from the fox by having two forked tails.) )

Although I have a good sense of sight and hearing, this is not a talent in the continent of Gobris. The real talents here are those who can learn magic by communicating with the elements between heaven and earth, or those who can cultivate fighting qi with a special physique, and religious priests who are blessed by the gods all year round and can use various divine arts.

Now the so-called knights, thieves, archers and other professions are gradually declining, because there are "gifted" people on the continent who are more respected, and the old old professions are the only option for a large number of mediocre people.

The magic was so powerful, accompanied by the chanting in the name of the gods, and from the wand gushed out was the power that destroyed the world.

Fighting Qi makes people extremely powerful, and Fighting Qi forms a natural barrier, and you can't deal effective damage to the Fighting Spirit without breaking it.

The priest's magic has some magical power to heal wounds, and it can also be transformed into a divine technique to kill evil.

In short, in the Gobles Continent, unless you are an archer of the elven race, or have a special bloodline, etc., most people who have no talent but desire power can only look up to the sky and sigh.

I also regret that I did not receive the blessings of the gods, but I am glad that the life of a mercenary is not boring, although there are no strong warriors of the Adventurers' Guild, but we have thousands of brothers. We defend the honor of our mercenary group with our swords to protect the safety of our customers, and I think it's no different from adventurers who spend their lives exploring.

There's too much gossip, back to business. That's how I lived, spending almost a third of my time on horseback. As a scout, keep a keen vision and a cool head at all times. Therefore, I always have a pick-me-up snuffbox around my waist, and when I am drowsy, the spicy smell rushes up, and I am awake at once. My brothers laughed at me for being in my thirties like an old man.

And just a few days ago, when I was on vacation in my hometown of Emir, I received an urgent mission, and the mercenary group took this commission very seriously, so I needed to be the best scout to issue a battle order. This puzzled me, and although it was true that this merchant was a big merchant in the Claire family, I still felt that something was wrong, because there were many high-level professional adventurers with him!

I asked the pot-bellied merchant Kreel, but he just patted me on the shoulder with his big fat hand, bared his white teeth and said, "Oh, Eric, you are the best eyes of your mercenary group, we need you." Moreover, the goods this time are too precious, I don't allow any mistakes on the way to the royal capital this time, I'm sorry about disturbing your rest, so I have tripled your reward for this trip. ”

Then I was perfunctory and taken out of his mansion by the attendants. Everyone in the mercenary group is very happy, because this time the reward will be very generous, you can drink spirits, and you can sleep with beautiful girls. But years of experience as a mercenary have taught me that the higher the pay, the more dangerous it is!

It wasn't until I rode my beloved horse Bill, felt its tight back that I felt a little relieved, and looked back at the gate of my hometown, which was gradually moving away, and I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, how I wanted to leave my hometown and create a story of my own when I was younger. Now, however, time has brought me not only the dissipation of ambition, but also the longing for my hometown。。。。。。

Perhaps my premonition was wrong, or perhaps because it was still within the boundaries of my home city of Emir, there had been no danger or hostility in the past few days. I ran with the horses in this empty forest, but found that there was only the sound of horses' hooves flying, the forest seemed to be asleep, no animals occasionally appeared, and even the sound of insects was rare, which was really quiet and terrible!

The brothers were happy, because it was a good sign that the journey was not dangerous. The merchant Claire also lazily lay on the seat of his luxurious carriage, chatting and laughing leisurely with the maids and attendants.

And those adventurers are also walking very leisurely, some of them are resting independently on the carriage with their eyes closed, and some of them are chatting and laughing with the people of the mercenary group, in short, it is the self-confidence of people with great strength, right?

And just like that, the sun rises and sets. It's time for the sun to set for the last time. But my heart was very irritable, even depressed, because this desolate forest still gave me the feeling of no life at all, and the silence was very strange. It was as if they had been ravaged by the Raging Legion waiting to recover, though I knew they couldn't get past the towering Despelt, not to mention the impenetrable barrier of light guarding magic.

The ominous premonition in my heart pressed on my chest, and I felt a little relieved when I looked back at the thought of everyone moving forward resolutely and quietly. Now it may be almost time to set up camp and rest, right? I was determined to reconnoiter another hundred meters and return to the team.

Unexpectedly, under a tall tree, there was a young man lying quietly under the tree, as if asleep. But he was dressed in a strange costume that I hadn't seen before, and it was the face of the Eastern Continent.

I was immediately on my guard, but he did not respond, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. His face was so young that I gradually let down my guard and made up my mind to go up and have a look. I dismounted and slowly approached the young man.

As is customary, first check to see if he has any dangerous weapons on his body. After turning it over, he still had a temperature on his body, and he should just be unconscious. And thin clothes should not hide weapons.

But his clothes were strange, and they must not be the craft of the Continent of Gobres. The clothes are made very simply, like a half-open collar shirt with lapels, and more like women's underwear with short sleeves. The feel of the fabric is very delicate and comfortable.

I was silent for a long time, looking at the young man, and then hurriedly asked the big merchant Kreel to make a decision. He decided to leave the young man of unknown origin behind and immediately stopped to rest.

So the long procession stopped, and I looked back from the horse, and the caravan slowly stopped like a giant dragon with its long, huge body, and the people were ready to rest, and the mercenaries and high-ranking adventurers were relieved.

The sky quickly darkened, and I silently tied the young man with a strong rope, and he did not struggle at all, even to make one suspect that he was dead. I brought him back to the camp, and now the fire began to be lit, and the green smoke that appeared slowly drifted into the sky, but I frowned, because fire can scare off the beasts, but it also attracts stronger enemies. But it's really inconvenient not to start a fire, so I don't want to say much.

Suddenly, there was a movement, and I quickly turned my head and met the young man's black eyes, and he looked at me quietly, without joy or sorrow. There is something very deep in the eyes, and I have so many years of experience in seeing people, but I found that I can't see through the eyes of this young man?

I tried to ask, "What's your name?"

He didn't speak, he was silent, and he just looked at me. So as time went on, I gradually lost my patience and wanted to report to the big businessman Kreel and let him make a decision.

When I was about to turn around, I noticed that he was uttering a few strange and awkward syllables, and I looked at him curiously, like a babbling baby. Suddenly, he uttered a vague but correct language from the continent of Gobres.

"My name is Tang Meng. The young man said......