Nevad's elven abode is not well known to travelers and adventurers—only returning regulars and occasional strangers. There was an occasional discussion in the community, but then it was drowned in a sea of posts and disappeared.

The treehouses in the woods here are always in peace day after day, ushering in a new day. Whenever the morning dawn crosses the green vines, strolls past the terrace, and spills the golden glow into the hall—

It often symbolizes the beginning of a hotel's day.

Each day lasted for a century, and time had left a mark on the inn's wooden railings until the new planks became old and mushrooms and moss grew.

Elf Ariel stepped on the creaking spiral staircase to the terrace, and the early guests greeted him, and he only nodded in response. Go behind the curved wooden bar and place each tool in your handy position.

The elf took a closer look before raising his hand and shaking the bell on the bar.

It was like a signal, and the little ones flew in from all over and asked, "Areel, it's so early today!" ”

"Is it still the same as yesterday?"

"The guests haven't gotten up yet!"

"I'm going to have to sleep a little longer."

The little goblins were as noisy as a hundred sparrows, but in the eyes of those who liked them, they were like the song of larks.

Ariel glanced at them and waved his hand, and the goblins dispersed. As the sun poured through the window, the elf wiped the table and looked up at the everyday scene—nothing changed, but it was reassuring.

The guests gradually came to the hall, and at the beginning of the day, the leprechauns alouded the menus they had ordered, and magically delivered wooden plates to each table.

But they never had the quality of patience, and they always made jokes on a whim—like spilling soup in a hurry, delivering the wrong food, or whatever.

Fortunately, people have long been accustomed to it, and they only calmly order another copy, and over time, it has become a scenery here. People always have a limit to what they can tolerate when it comes to cute things, and if a human waiter did this, he would have been scolded for it.

So 'racial discrimination' actually exists in the other world.

It's just that this day is different.

In the dim light of the hall, adventurers were discussing their travel plans - where rare beasts appeared, where boss-level creatures were refreshed, where there were rumors of treasures, and where there were rare quests and strange people.

The true and false information circulating in the community is reflected in reality here, and becomes one of the conditions that governs people's next move.

But when the light outside the gate changed, people subconsciously stopped and looked in that direction. Elf Ariel also looked up, and looked at a lady standing outside the gate in surprise - she was wearing a white shirt, straight trousers, and a trench coat hanging over her shoulder in her left hand.

The lady hung a small magic furnace with a prismatic dark green crystal on it, delicate and bizarre. Its right hand hung down naturally, and it carried no weapons, but wore a silver metal glove covered in dragon scales.

Each metal knuckle is a little sharp.

She was looking up at the inn, and on its shoulder, a golden copper ball was buzzing, and her eyes turned, and so did the golden gadget.

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

People stopped and watched – some even raised their hands – these were the Electors, who were turning on the filming system to record it.

"It's Hades!"

"It's really the Queen, why is she here?"

"She's back to the First World?"

He glanced at everyone and smiled lightly.

She walked to the bar, came to the elf, and said, "I'm looking for someone." ”

Elf Ariel nodded, "They're in the back." ”

He thanked him before carrying his trench coat across the hall and towards the back.

Leaving only the chattering crowd in the hall, those who captured the scene, hurriedly posted the video to the community and gave it an eye-catching name: 'The Queen of Costume Appears in the First World'.

'The Godslayer has ideas for the Southern Alliance, too?' ’

The atmosphere of discussion in the hall became lively.

Even the aborigines are asking around, who is the woman who appeared before? And at this moment, it was dark outside the door of the hall, and with the previous experience, people looked up and were still a little curious:

How is Nevard so lively today?

What they saw was a half-grown teenager with a huge backpack disproportionate to him, standing in the doorway and looking at the crowd with some curiosity - he took two steps back and looked up.

Then he asked everyone, "Well, I'm not wrong, right?" ”

"Is this the elf dwelling Nevad?"

Don't look at this young man's childishness, and his voice is brittle, but those who are familiar with him know his ID.

He was the first nightingale of the Rose Crusaders, a thief who washed his hands, and although he had a baby face, he only looked very young, but he was actually twenty-six years old - he was better known for his womenswear skills.

Known as the No. 1 women's clothing boss in Aitalia, he has countless fans, both men and women.

Of course, his job is also very good, and he is the only one in the position of the domestic nightingale, and it is also one of the killer features of the Rose Crusader.

In the Nightingale Pro two years ago, he was defeated by the world's No. 1 Nightingale, the king of nightingales of this generation (not Parker, of course). But in the hearts of the people, his status is not much lower than that of the Ten Kings.

The 'boy' was inquiring when suddenly another voice came from behind:

"You're here to wash your hands?"

Wash your hands and look back. A man who came from there made the hall even more sensational.

The person who came looked unremarkable, only a lady with glasses behind her, but she was not too big or small, and she was a rare beauty. But people's eyes are mostly on the first person, and even many aborigines recognize this person's name.

His name is KUN.

Although the crown of the silver forest is only one of the top ten in the bottom row in China, the legend of this person is enough to write a biography.

KUN AND THE LADY BEHIND HIM, BOTH OF THEM LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE CARVED OUT OF A MOLD, AND THEY ALL WATCHED AND WASHED THEIR HANDS VERY QUIETLY.

The boy nodded: "You've arrived too, KUN, black tea." ”

He reached out to Black Tea and KUN.

THE LADY SUBCONSCIOUSLY WANTED TO REACH OUT, BUT KUN REPLIED, "NO, I DIDN'T BRING A WALLET." Hearing this, Black Tea's face changed, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand and glared at the 'young man' fiercely.

Washing his hands and grinning, he only looked at the two of them innocently.

After asking the elf Ariel, the three of them also left together.

And the hall was completely silent. "What's going on?" People looked at each other and exchanged heads: "These bigwigs are coming to the south for a meeting?" ”

"Or is something big wrong?"

Some people subconsciously look for news on the community.

But there is no news in the community.

After that, some well-known callers came one after another, although they were not as big as the previous ones, but in the domestic circle, they were not unknown people. And the last person to arrive completely ignited the fire of gossip in people's hearts.

When people saw the tall knight walking in from outside, they couldn't help but gasp:

It was the dawn.

He was called the King of Orris, the head of the Four Knights, and the Sword of Dawn.

But he has a more well-known identity - the president of Silver Vislan.

Dawn gestured to the crowd before walking over to Eliel, about to speak. The elf pointed inside, and replied, "They're behind, and you're the last, Mr. Dawn." ”

Dawn couldn't help but smile: "It's been a long time, Ariel. ”

The elf raised his head and nodded, "It's been a long time for you humans - but three years seems like yesterday to me. ”

Dawn only shrugged her shoulders when she heard this.

He didn't have to look behind him, but he also knew that the news of his presence here had probably reached the community.

……

The truth is not much different from Dawn's guess.

The news that they, the top Electors, had appeared in the South at the same time, scattered as if they had put wings on them. Those posts that popped up became the most popular posts in the community, and were quickly pushed to the top of the board.

Even the ordinary drafters and ordinary people are speculating, but also many super competitive media people have attracted the attention of many super competitive media people, who have begun to mobilize their nearest personnel in the Long Lake area, wanting to go to Nevad to find out.

These posts even alarmed the Super Athletic League, which had also been following the situation in the South.

First, they locked the post and sank to the bottom, and then sent a message to the major guilds involved in the matter to find out what they were doing in that place. However, the response of the major guilds is also simple - just to nominate newcomers.

It's just that as for who the newcomer is, none of the participants in this party have spoken.

Therefore, the spokesmen of the major guilds can only draw gourds according to the scoop, indicating that they have nothing to say. Fortunately, the Super Athletic Alliance also knows that every few years, the major guilds will develop some potential newcomers, and the Hall of a Thousand Doors is no secret at this level.

Therefore, after understanding, I didn't continue to ask.

After all, although the alliance governs guilds, in a way, it is also the spokesperson of these top guilds. The relationship between the two sides is both cooperative and confrontational, and although the alliance represents the financial capital behind it, the answer capital needs to be invested in these big guilds to operate after all.

Of course –

This series of waves above the community, and the actions of the major guilds and alliances behind it, may not be important to these participants at this moment. Even for the leaders of the group, they may not even know that so much is going on in the community.

And in the center of this whirlpool, Fang Yu knows nothing about the outside world.

Between the woodlands behind Nevad's elven dwelling, there was a small verdant glade. Surrounded by three huge ancient oak trees, there is a suspended platform, and since it is a private area, not many people know about it.

It's just that apparently this does not include Odin, the friend of Nevad's master.

And the king of warriors was standing in the center of the platform at this moment, raising the sword in his hand flatly, the blade of the sword was over the shoulder, and the tip of the sword was pointed obliquely at Fang Yuan—only then did he speak: "Among the several major uprisings of the great swordsman, the ox position is the most common among the recruiters, just because it is easy to use - it can not only thrust, but also turn into slashing, and it is conducive to defense. ”

He looked at the latter and hooked his hand, "You can try next-"

Between the two of them is an angel of energy standing quietly on the platform. Fang Yu checked his construction status before nodding, and then raised his right hand, causing the Angel of Energy to quickly unleash his sword—like a narrow silver light shooting towards Odin.

But the King of Warriors took a step back, parryed, and did not use any other abilities, only fighting him with swordsmanship. He blocked the Angel's sword, and unleashed the latter's attack with a slight deflection.

After a sword, the two sides separated, and then stepped forward again, exchanging swords three times, sparks flying between the combos.

Fang Yu felt the difficulty of the other party at this time, although the other party had suppressed his strength to the extreme, and only used simple swordsmanship to fight him, but every time he let the Angel of Energy come forward, the other party could judge his intentions one step faster, and then block him from moving.

Of course, the heavy swordsman is not known for his speed, but every time Fang Yu deliberately speeds up, he is suppressed again and again and can't lift it at all.

As soon as he was distracted, Odin strode forward and ended the fight with a thrust.

The energy angel, who had lost his momentum, drooped.

Odin shook his head and motioned for him to go up and fix it before replying, "You can't do that." ”

Fang Yu wiped his sweat and looked up at the other party in confusion.

"How much experience have you used?" Odin asked.

"About halfway there."

Odin shook his head: "I let you learn the skills of a swordsman, but I didn't let you use these swordsmanship to fight against me, no matter how much you learn, can you be more professional than a real warrior?" You have to remember that you are a combat craftsman, and you can't put all your experience into combat skills. ”

He pointed out this: "And you have to understand what the purpose of learning combat skills on your own is. Learn swordsmanship, not to use swordsmanship, but to understand swordsmanship. You use your swordsmanship to fight against me, but you don't know the warrior's professional ability, sword reading, which is impossible for a combat craftsman to use through a construct. ”

"I can tell your next path by your stance, and the Dragon Knight system can help me do that as well, as I have a lot of warrior experience. If you fight me with such an idea, it is impossible for you to go through three moves under my hands. ”

Speaking of which, Odin stopped:

"Understood?"

"Learn swordsmanship, not to use swordsmanship, but to understand swordsmanship?" Fang Yu frowned slightly, he lowered his head to repair the Angel of Energy, and then nodded.

"Do you really understand?"

"Yes."

"That's good." Odin raised his sword, the hilt of which was placed under the center of gravity, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the square owl-faced door—and he made a plow position: "This time I will change the routine, and I tell you that I will threaten you with the words of the thin window on the third way, and launch a fatal blow." Can you prevent it, can you try it? ”

Fang Yu only nodded.

The King of Warriors closed his eyes slightly, and of course, when he suddenly opened it, he took a step forward, and the giant sword in his hand actually cut out thousands of brilliance, and went straight to the door of the Angel of Energy.

The speed was so fast that Fang Yu was taken aback. But in the last moment, he also calmed down - he had studied this sword, although it was only scratching the surface, but it was enough to analyze Odin's intentions.

That's exactly what the other person wants him to learn.

He raised his right hand to find out the true trajectory of his opponent's attack from the storm, and then raised his sword to block twice in a row. The sparks flew and it seemed to confirm that it was an accurate judgment - but it was not enough, after all, it was just a swordsman's normal reaction - but he was not a swordsman.

What's more, even if it is a swordsman, how many people will be Odin's opponents?

Odin suddenly conjured a real sword blade from a ball of silver flowers, and from an incredible angle, it turned into a split, and a sword swept towards the neck of the angel. If this sword is slashed, it is estimated that this structure will be scrapped in an instant.

But it was at this time that the Angel of Energy suddenly flickered, and Odin's blade seemed to have slashed a phantom in the water waves, rippling out. The silver maiden vanished, and when it reappeared, it flickered behind the King of Warriors.

Odin didn't think about it, the big sword went from his left hand to his right hand, and with a backhand sword, he smashed the Angel out with a 'bang'.

It crashed into the tree and rolled down.

But he paused, this time nodding in satisfaction.

He looked at Fang Yu and said, "This is what a combat craftsman should look like, and the combat craftsman is not to let his construct body learn the skills of a certain profession in a rigid manner, but to give full play to the characteristics of the construction body——"

"If necessary, you can even abandon the construct, because that's the greatest advantage of the Combat Craftsman. With the skills of other professions, you can't beat other professions, and only by using your own professional advantages is the way to win. ”

Odin taught word for word:

"Anyone who wants to take the next step in their career must understand this - mediocrity has no way out, only specialization is the key to making you stand out. The Combat Craftsman seems to be comprehensive, but it is easier for people to fall into blind spots, because this profession actually has its own characteristics. ”

Fang Yu nodded deeply on the side.

He had thought that a warrior could not teach himself much, but it turned out that he was wrong, the top Drafters are the top Drafters, and although he had only been practicing for half a day - he already felt that he had benefited immensely.

Most of what Odin taught him were classic practical skills, some of which he could not have learned from the community.

And it was at this time that there was a burst of applause behind the two.

Fang Ou turned around and saw a lady carrying a beige trench coat coming out of the hole in the tree. The other party smiled and said, "Little guy, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Unexpectedly, as soon as I came, I heard a wonderful speech. ”

"But this nerd warrior is right, the battle craftsman, naturally the battle craftsman has his own ideas," she replied, "but we are always the strongest." ”

Fang was staring at the lady dumbfounded, though Odin had told him that he would find someone to 'teach' him.

But he didn't expect that the other party would find this queen of construction.

"Lady Hades, Lady Hades......"

But Hades paid no attention to him.

She only looked at Odin and said, "This little guy is mine today, no problem, right?" ”

Odin heard this and nodded.

……