Prologue: Adventurers of the Northlands

[Congratulations on your level being raised to level 10, completing the novice training mission, and the public map will be officially opened for you]

With the sound of the system's prompt, Ellus, who had just killed a winter wolf, stopped. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was dressed in a modest chainmail robe, a silver steel creature as beautiful as flowing mercury, reflecting a sparkling white light in the northland sun.

"Whew-it's really damning-" Erous shook his head with a wry smile and wiped the long sword in his hand with snow before inserting it back into the scabbard at his waist, "The game has reached this point, if it weren't for the level of the word, it's really-"

Really? Irus is stuck.

He didn't know how to describe the game, except that since he threw himself into it, he had given up most of his entertainment except for fitness.

Fight, fight, and talk to NPC elders who really have intelligence, rather than memorizing bits and pieces of program code.

Leaning down and hesitating for a moment, Erous pulled out a dagger pinned to his waist, and then began to skin the winter wolf - bloody and violent, which is probably the reason why this game is explicitly limited to twenty bans, right?

But, in Elus's eyes, this is the essence of the game.

-- The world, where people don't think of everything as code, and people really get emotionally invested in it.

How, exactly?

However, since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think about it so much.

The work on his hands never stopped, the sharp dagger cut open the soft belly of the wild wolf, and then in the process of Ellus's slight nausea, his hand gradually completed all the processes with the assistance of the computer-although there was the most basic visual shielding, but the warmth of the winter wolf that had not completely cooled down in his hand still made him feel the nausea of choking a hairball in his throat again.

Fortunately, compared to the beginning, this is already a lot better.

At least, at that time, Ellus really threw up so hard that the electronic butler almost contacted the doctor for him.

But if he didn't strip the winter wolf skin - well, if nothing else, at least, Eroth would have to give up a small fortune.

In the game "Sky Fury", it's not a monster that you can kill and you can get materials casually.

You need to be familiar with the distribution of monsters, familiar with their habits, and then, familiar with their value.

After all, the winter wolf's expensive fur worth three gold coins and the carapace of the giant pincer insect with five copper plates were two completely different things - this was based on the premise that the latter was barely stripped off, after all, not everyone was in the mood to deal with a meter-long pincer worm and then dismantle their muscle tissue and pull the carapace out of it - it was disgusting.

But at the very least, there are plenty of pincers, aren't they?

And now, the winter wolf that fell at the feet of Aerus is not only rare, but also cunning and cruel - one is good, with the skills that have been trained in reality, Aelus can also use a weapon to protect against frost, but if it is more than two winter wolves, then he may have to be defeated.

It's not a simple addition or subtraction...

Rolling up the fur that had been peeled, Erous had not learned to tann leather, but he had no intention of doing so.

His profession is a knight, as the name suggests, is a pure combat unit, like this, it is barely reasonable to learn a skinning as a deputy job, but if you learn to be a cobbler, then it is really a stupid one.

There was no space equipment, so Aerus had to tie the fur into a roll with a rope and carry it behind his back.

It's already level ten, and with such good loot, Ellus has no idea of continuing to fight.

Finally, he pulled out his iron tongs, pulled out the best teeth from the winter wolf's mouth, and began his journey back.

The journey back was extremely peaceful, and after fifteen minutes, Eroth stepped on the snow, and returned to the only city in the Northlands, the Ice Realm, without any danger.

Speaking of which, many people may have questions - why is there only one city under such a wide area as 'Northland'?

Well, that's because, there really is only one city, and the others are all veritable fortresses.

-- The human world is bounded by the Winter Mountains on the northern frontier, thousands of miles horizontally, separating the cold world further north, and the orc clans that have always watched the warm world of the south.

Although in many novels, such a setting can already be said to be vulgar, making people shake their heads just by looking at it, but Iros, who is in this virtual world, has long been unable to think like that.

- The people of the Northlands, both players and NPCs, are full of hatred for those orcs.

For example, Aurus.

- His initial identity in the game is the son of a veteran of war. He still remembers the miserable appearance of the veteran who lost an arm when he left that false home.

Is it wrong for orcs to want a warmer world, a more suitable living environment?

Absolutely.

Eroth couldn't help but think of what many orc players on the forums were saying, and what many sympathetic people were advocating: let go of hatred.

Yes, it's just to live, there is no one right or wrong in war, only the abandonment of hatred is the truth of progress, if no one regresses, there will be no future.

Ahhh

The slightly thin side coldly pulled out a blade-like arc, and then, sneered.

-- What abandons hatred, he never believed in this.

The relationship between the aggressor and the invaded is clearly such that the people who have been inflicted pain and are forced to resist, but the people who are fighting for their own survival are demanding to give in to the aggressor?

Where did such a good thing come from in the world!

He couldn't help but think of what the old soldier had said to him, "If you want us to get out of the way, let the orcs die, or let us exterminate the species!"

Iros, never so much like to pass, an in-game manifesto.

This is one of the reasons why players in the Northland rarely speak on the forum.

Having embraced the concept of the Northlands, they are more painful than all newbies, more stoic than all players, and are not looked down upon by those who advocate adventure and cheer to enjoy the world - but how can proud Northland players look up to them?

"Yo, did you kill a winter wolf?"

Walking down the familiar road, he went straight to the leather shop he frequented, and under the delightful gaze of the shopkeeper, Erous untied the roll of wolf skin.

The bald shopkeeper came over, rubbed his hands, untied the rope that Eroth had tied to it, and then spread out the roll of wolf skin, and laid it on the empty table beside him, "In good condition, and the craftsmanship of the cutting is not bad—well, why is there a hole?"

Seeing a small but obvious crack in the silvery-white blood-stained fur, the leather shop owner immediately frowned, and then looked at Aerus. This made him roll his eyes, "Then how do you want me to kill it?

Hearing this, the boss couldn't help but laugh twice and blushed.

"Okay, okay, then I won't say anything—" He shook his head as he rolled up the wolf's skin again and tucked it away, "but you're really good, Iros, there's already the first stage, right?

The 'stage' referred to by the boss is the player's level.

Ten levels are a stage, but there are different opinions on how to classify them.

The first stage is called 'awakening' in the mouth of the NPCs, the second stage is 'distraction', the third stage is 'choice', and the fourth stage - at least Elus has not asked what those who cross the forty level are called.

The bald shopkeeper Darot put the winter wolf's fur into his warehouse with a happy face - Aerus understood why he valued so much what a better warrior in the first stage could hunt, after all, the winter wolf is a social animal, although the fur is precious, but it is far from the level that novices are worth the risk for it, and even the lone one that Aelus caught is really a coincidence to meet, and if you want to challenge the winter wolf pack, then, if you don't enter the third stage, you will all look for death.

There are other messes - like the vigilance of the winter wolf, or the rarity.

Although the winter wolf has a more beautiful fur than the snow wolf, although the difference in strength between the two is not large, the snow wolf is much more than the winter wolf.

"Three gold coins, take them" It seemed that because of the harvest, Darot's smiling face was brighter than usual, and Ayrus thought as he reached out and took the three large golden coins, and then put them into the leather box around his waist.

This money greatly enriched his coffers, giving him a lot of options - originally, he had already prepared to change jobs after reaching level ten, and then go to the battlefield on the northern front, fight against orc recruits, and die a few times, but now it seems that he can do better.

Three gold coins, not too much, not too little, for the Northlanders who don't have a few silver coins in their pockets all year round, this is already a huge amount of money.

A well-made sword, a set of Northland unicorn armor with thickened prismatic armor on the chest, a pair of high-quality combat boots, and a matching unicorn knight's helmet all add up to three gold coins if not enchanted.

And if you wear these, you can also pair them with your own cold resistance gear - a ring with +15 cold resistance that was unearthed from a ruin during an adventure a few days ago.

Elus, already has the certainty of teaching those orc players a good lesson.

"So, I'll go," Elous waved his hand, leaving Darot's shop and heading straight to the blacksmith's shop, not too far from the cobbler's shop. Ready to make custom armor.

The blacksmith shop is not large, and the owner is not a dwarf, but a serious human giant.

The owner of this shop, Soler, is forty-seven years old this year, this giant man who is one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, and the only two things that he has in common with the dwarves are probably the exquisite craftsmanship and the beard that has never been trimmed and tied only with a rope.

However, as long as you are a player born in the Ice Realm, there is no one who does not know this person.

Because, in the whole city, there is only this one blacksmith shop.

At least, this is the only place to sell equipment to players, and beyond that, if you want to get even a dagger - you have to join the army. They'll provide you with all the basic equipment you need before you reach Stage 2, but in exchange you'll have to serve in the military for three full months – three months in reality.

But even so, there is still a steady stream of people joining the army - it is not only a question of equipment, but also a matter of honor.

There are no seeds in the Northland.

This is the consensus of all Northland men.

"Lord Soler" opened the door, and the cold, never-ending cold wind and snow carried the figure of Elus into the blacksmith's shop, bringing a cold snap to the blazing blacksmith's shop, which would have caused him to fall ill if he were an ordinary person.

But in the reverent gaze of Aelus, a strong man like a giant, he let the wind and snow hit him without the slightest wavering.

"Oh?"

The man, who was shiny and shiny, with strong muscles and knots, and a sense of oppression, slowly walked towards Elus. Watching him close the door.

Then, the majestic voice sounded calmly in the blacksmith's shop.

"What do you want? Aerus?"

Hearing the familiar question, Ellus finally smiled.

This is a question that Soler will ask every player, a classic question.

And by now, he is ready to answer this question.

"Defend glory with iron and blood, I want sword and shield, blood and fire, Lord Soler!"