"Nirevain?"

"Long Po?"

Ling Qi carefully recalled the two words that suddenly flashed in Fang Cai's mind, and was sure that it was related to the game The Elder Scrolls, but he couldn't remember what it meant after all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

What he didn't mind most was the two words of unknown meaning, but the "Elder Scrolls" itself.

The Elder Scrolls, it seems, is more than just the name of the series!

Listening to the introduction of the traveling scholar, it is more like a kind of power, a rule, and a substantial carrier, just like the godhead in a magic novel?

Or is it really a scroll, a scroll that contains the power of time, the rules of time and space?

Ling Qi pondered, and did not hide his covetousness.

Of course, he also knew that this level of power was not something he could have.

Not to mention that the Elder Scrolls can't be found at all, and even if they do, most of them will be useless.

How could the great power of time be stolen by ants who are still struggling on the timeline.

Outside the tent, the wind was bitterly cold, and the traveling scholar had already returned to his tent with Arnold, only the two night watchmen were hidden in the darkness.

The adventurer's tent was low and sturdy, and was not thick except for a little shelter from the wind. Only the largest tent next to the campfire, which also looked dusty, had a small pile of fine carbon crackling and burning inside, releasing heat.

Ling Qi leaned against his sleeping bag with his weapon in his arms, breathing in warmth and closing his eyes.

Not far from a few tents, under the quiet night sky, a wood elf sat on a stone, rubbing a longbow across his lap. From time to time, he looked up at the bright moon, and his indifferent eyes would become gentle, as if he was missing something.

On the other side, the girl standing at the top of the slope completely ignored the cliff more than ten feet high in front of her. She was straight, her face full of reverence, and she whispered a prayer to her mother in the night.

The night was deep, time passed silently, the night watchman rotated several times, and Ling Qi slept comfortably until dawn.

When I walked out of the tent in the morning, the bonfire had been extinguished, and on it lay the remnants of a small half elk, and the others had long since become skeletons.

"Hey, morning, boss!"

The sentry tiger man greeted from afar, and ran over.

"Boss, do you want me to fetch water for you?"

The attentive tiger man immediately drew a disdainful look from Arnold on the other side.

The tigerman's shouting had apparently woken up all the adventurers who had been awakened in several tents, large and small, and it was hard to say whether he had done it on purpose.

The small sound of Suosuo was faintly coming from the tent, and it seemed that these adventurers were packing up, and they were still very conscious of being hired, and they would not let their employers wait for them.

"No, let's go with us later. ”

Ling Qi rejected the Tiger Man's suggestion, even though he did not reject this treatment.

If you enter, you will sleep together, and when you go out, he will sleep with Qiu, he doesn't know that the ancient Chinese art of war works for these exotic people, and if you think that people's hearts are long, it is always right to brush up on friendliness.

"Okay. ”

Hank, the tiger man, ran back to his place again, and it could be seen that he was in a good mood, and he should be very satisfied with this temporary team.

There are masters, there are rich people, where to find such a team.

After a simple breakfast, Tuo Lingqi's blessing, a pot of vegetable soup boiled with dehydrated vegetables made everyone appetite, and directly wiped out the remaining little elk.

The price of these dried and fresh vegetables is not low, how can the average adventurer have such a luxury.

Except for a few Nords, no one was drinking, including Old Jack.

As for the Nords, they have been soaked in wine vats since they were children, and it is better to kill them if they don't have wine to drink.

After packing up their things, they went to the clear stream at the bottom of the hillside to wash their faces, and everyone went on the road again.

When going downhill, Ling Qi noticed that there were no less than ten corpses lying next to some stones and grass piles on the side of the road, all of them were beasts, wolves and jackals!

Except for two exceptionally strong wolf corpses, there are traces of arrows in the heart, and the others are all killed with one arrow.

The arrows had been removed in advance, and the bloody holes were even more eye-catching.

At that time, everyone didn't say much, just looked at the wood elf archers twice.

Ling Qi was slightly shocked in his heart, this level of shooting ability!

Could it be that the difference in strength between adventurers is really that big?

Although he knew that these people he hired were not weak, and all of them had unique skills, he could guess one or two just by looking at their momentum.

Ling Qi still underestimated the abilities of these adventurers.

Take the wood elf as an example, what is the level of this kind of archery that has no arrows within 100 meters?

Beginner?Intermediate?

What's more, he didn't even hear the slightest movement in one night!

After all, Ling Qi is not an aborigine, and his understanding of the professional level is limited to mysterious voices.

According to his understanding, the basic level is equivalent to the junior college in his previous life, the primary level is the undergraduate bachelor's degree, the intermediate level is the master's degree, and the advanced level is estimated to be the doctorate, so this wood elf's attainments in archery skills have not reached the level of a professional master's degree.

What is the concept of a master's degree in archery?

At least one Olympic champion is more than enough!

Ling Qi, who thought that the adventurer's combat skills were probably hovering at the basic level, was very shocked.

Fortunately, this strength is not enough to crush him, and arrows are not bullets after all.

The Wood Elf archers are very strong, and the distance is completely like a simple mobile turret.

However, his shortcomings are also quite obvious, his melee ability is quite average, not worth one-tenth of his archery.

Therefore, after revealing his hand, although no one will despise him anymore, no one will deliberately stammer.

However, Ling Qi kept an eye on it and began to take the initiative to envelop it.

He has a preference for long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows.

The next few days were calm and exciting for Ling Qi, who was on his first long-distance adventure.

Under Ling Qi's deliberate wooing, Kara and Moti have become his loyal thugs, especially when he vomited the truth after a certain drink, Moti cried about his life experience, but unexpectedly got Ling Qi's recognition and comfort, this little giant-like man, was excited and incoherent at that time.

The wood elf and the traveling scholar also got along well with him, and the former actually took the initiative to teach him a few bow techniques after being enthusiastically dissolved several times. Although they were all small tips for shooting, and the mysterious voice did not admit that he had acquired skills in archery, he felt that the silver dagger in his hand was more comfortable to use, which was a huge improvement.

Not to mention the unexpected joy of the wood elf, the traveling scholar has brought him more help, one is willing to speak, the other is willing to listen, he already has a good intelligence, almost sponge-like absorption of all kinds of knowledge. The only regret is that he can't directly ask some common-sense questions, so as not to expose too many flaws, so he can only observe and figure out what he doesn't understand.

The tiger man has always put his posture very low, but unfortunately he is quite stingy with the teaching of skills. Ling Qi repeatedly offered to exchange gold coins for the hand-to-hand combat skills he had learned from his boxing masters, but he hesitated to refuse.

Old Jack seems to have a good relationship with everyone, but everyone is on guard against him, he is like a dirty thief, always waiting for you to let your guard down against him.

Antorell was surprisingly quiet, cold and hardly an adventurer, and every time she offered to keep vigil when the campfire was at its highest, she was far ahead of the road or lagging behind.

She was like a lonely wanderer, deliberately avoiding the lively scenes.

When she looked up at the sky alone, her eyes revealed not loneliness, but pride!

She didn't approve of these so-called companions at all! Even if they were the so-called masters of adventurers!

She's not lonely, she just doesn't bother to be in the company of these people.

On the ninth day, under the guidance of the Wood Elf archers, Ling Qi successfully mastered the skill of basic archery, and comprehended the first active skill "Dark Arrow"!

After nearly ten days of asceticism, Ling Qi's basic attributes improved slightly.

The human body is indeed a treasure with infinite potential, and in the case of nutrition, the right way of exercise can make anyone reborn in a short period of time!

In the afternoon, the party passed through a plain, and it is said that somewhere deep in the plain, there was a ruin called the Ash Fortress, in which a group of dangerous ogres was entrenched, and all adventurers who approached the castle did not return.

The wheels pressed against the grass, and the traces of pale gravel could be faintly seen below, and no one could tell that this was the widest avenue in the empire without careful identification.

On horseback, Ling Qi and Arnold were talking and laughing, but his mind was put elsewhere.