Together, we returned to Mentor Festek's door, and the three of us entered it together.

But when I entered the room, I found that it was just me and the tutor, and the other two were gone.

This is supposed to prevent players from queuing up at the mentor to delay time, so the room is set up to correspond so that players can smoothly transfer jobs and other things regardless of the number of players.

"Hello Mentor, I'm here to disturb you again." Put on the expression of his hippie smile again, and greet the old mentor of Longzhong with a smile.

"You're welcome, young man, is the task so quickly completed?"

The tutor stopped the pen in his hand and put his ten fingers crossed on the table, looking at me very calmly.

"Mentor, you are really smart, you actually guessed my intention." My knowledgeable sycophancy is an elderly mentor.

Festik flipped through the book in his hand and nodded slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Yes, yes, you can complete the task in such a short time, it seems that you still have some strength; However, although you have passed the initial test perfectly, the next test is not so simple, I wonder if you are ready? ”

"Of course."

"Player Xingyu gets the mission: [Born to Die]"

After a mission prompt, the environment in front of him suddenly dimmed, and the mentor who was still sitting in front of him gradually fell into darkness and disappeared along with many other miscellaneous objects.

Just when I was a little panicked and didn't know what was happening, the surroundings lit up again, but the retro black and white background color surprised me a little.

At this time, I realized that I was already in the sky above an ancient battlefield, looking down, and there were many soldiers fighting each other on the noisy battlefield below, swords and swords, flesh and blood flying, and the cruel scene stimulated my senses and made me feel the horror of war with all my heart.

Slowly, the picture began to have sound, and it was gradually rendered with color, as if it had made a span of transition from a silent film to an extremely realistic holographic simulation.

Although the scene around me changed my position dramatically, I actually sat in my chair without moving for half a minute.

It wasn't until now that I realized that I was watching a cutscene from a first-person perspective, and the immersive feeling that people usually talk about has been perfectly realized in the game "Claim the King"!

The chaotic battlefield still continues its unique fighting, but the gradually fading sound also seems to be paving the way for something to come.

"Whew!"

In the distance, a sad tune of the Qiang flute sounded, and a sigh suddenly came from the chaotic background, and the mentor who had just disappeared slowly became clear, and he was standing not far from me watching the battlefield in front of him, and his deep eyes revealed an indescribable recollection.

Because it was so close, I could clearly see the jagged cuts on his hands, and the old wounds overlapped, forming a series of imprints of the past battles.

"100-foot twilight broken sea"

"A Thousand Tigers Roar in the Moon"

"Like a dragon's shadow leaping into heaven and earth"

"Like a storm sweeping the world"

I don't know that this old tutor came from Shixing, and suddenly opened his mouth in harmony with his back to me, and said a profound statement eloquently.

"Since ancient times, the war of the Three Realms has never stopped, although the years of strife are ruthless and ruthless, but also give birth to countless strong people, some people are invincible, but they cannot escape the devastation of the years, like an ephemeral flower; Some people have inherited their own fame in this noisy era, and the inherited faction has gradually been recognized by the public in the world because of their unique adaptability. ”

The instructor unhurriedly introduced me to the general background of the game, then turned to look at me kindly.

"That's where the school of vocation comes from."

Belch......

The story is a bit nonsense, but it's still novel, but it's not imaginative or clichéd to forcibly add the origin of the family sect in previous novels to the professional background.

"Although spear weapons have a long history, they are different from the dignity of other weapons, and this kind of weapon is more used on the soldiers of the forward, which makes people's impression of this type of weapon only stay on low-level soldiers."

Festik stretched out his right hand, his palm opened upward, and a halo of light conjured up a dark purple light in his hand, and the light cluster spread out to the left and right like a flowing liquid, gradually forming a rod several feet long.

Just when the shape of the light cluster had almost turned into a spear, the old mentor's outstretched hand suddenly clenched, and the dark purple wrapped in the spear instantly turned into countless fragments and scattered in all directions, slowly disappearing, leaving only the dark golden tiger-headed spear in Festik's hand.

At this time, the scenes that flowed away like animation in the background also slowly changed the scene, and the original chaotic battlefield was only full of remnants on the ground, and the black smoke and black wind brought up the broken flags on the ground, which also made people feel a burst of coolness, and the long ges scattered everywhere on the ground also confirmed the scene described by Festic.

At least in the current environment, the soldiers with the swords and scimitars can even have their own horses, and the only ones who fall next to the spears are the unknown soldiers whose flesh and blood are blurred so that they can't see their faces clearly.

However, a figure not far away caught my attention, on this battlefield where almost no one survived, he was still standing strong and difficult with a spear, his head with his helmet gone, only a dirty but indifferent expression, and his hair that was pulled up with Xiao Feng.

Beside him, dozens of war horses in armor lay horizontally, as well as generals who had died in armor.

The camera deflects to the side, and the army, which is completely different from the scene of being alone here, is slowly walking towards this side, and the neatly lined up military formation makes people feel intimidated.

"Kick!"

The leader of a general-like person strangled the horse with armor under his crotch, saying that it was a horse, but it was a few points more terrifying than ordinary horses, two one-foot-long fangs extended from the horse's mouth, and the terrifying and rare demonic beast mount also showed the high level of this general.

The general's stop also made the mighty army beside him suddenly stop advancing, and the huge military formation formed a suspenseless contrast with the lonely figure in the distance.

"Mentor, ...... this?"

I couldn't help but sweat for the surviving soldier in my heart, nervously trying to ask my mentor, but was interrupted by a gesture that Fetic gently raised.

I didn't ask any more questions, but continued to watch with a quiet mind.

But the high-spirited general did not rush to march, but looked at the somewhat unsightly soldier with interest, but what attracted his attention was not the poor situation of the soldier, but the eyes that could still be shown without the slightest fear in the face of the situation where the strength gap was completely crushed.

"Human, you can survive the fierce offensive of my mighty army until now, you must also have some strength, if you surrender to me now, kneel here and swear eternal allegiance to me, I will give you the ability to die!"

The general's echoing words resounded like thunder on the battlefield, and this self-introduction also made me suddenly realize that this was not a battle between humans.

Looking left and right, the army that stretched for miles beside the general gave me a breathtaking feeling at this moment, it was an abyss-like cold air under the Nine Springs.

The confrontation reached a stalemate, and the ghost general was very patiently waiting for the humble human in front of him to answer him, and the armies lined up on both sides were orderly and quiet, only the fierce ghost war horse made a cold snort from time to time.

"It's all the army of the ghost clan."

Festic was very empathetic and gave me a general idea of the background of the battle.

"A long time ago, the races between heaven and earth did not have the relatively harmonious situation they have now, and the lack of resources and the temptation of power led to a centuries-long war between the major races."

Festic's narration slowly lowered its voice, and as he turned his gaze, I saw the astonishing actions of the Terran who had stubbornly resisted.

He struggled to pull out his spear from the ground, and he almost lost his center of gravity for a moment without the support of the gun, but he gritted his teeth and resisted the great pain, slowly stood up straight, and pointed the spear in his hand straight at the general.

The fearless provocation made everyone feel a cold killing intent, and they could still have such courage to live to the death under such a disadvantage, which made the general a little unhappy.

"Yikes!"

A lieutenant next to the general roared angrily, the skeleton war horse under the crotch raised its front hooves and let out a long roar, and a man and a horse came with an invincible momentum.

The jaw-dropping speed of the war horse made the lieutenant already rush in front of the soldier in a moment, and the large machete raised high was full of black aura, and with endless killing intentions, he slashed at the soldier who seemed to be dying.

"Drink!"

The terrifying contrast was not as brutal as expected, and the soldier quickly avoided a frontal blow despite being mortally wounded, and he turned sideways to the right, exposing the lieutenant's free left hand to his own attack.

However, the lieutenant immediately withdrew the blade of the knife to block his left arm, and the huge blade was waved lightly by him as if it had no weight, and seeing that the rare opportunity could not be achieved, I clenched my fists and had an urge to go up and help him.

But unexpectedly, the soldier did not run for the lieutenant's left arm, but spun the spear in a circle and slammed it back, stabbing it straight into the neck of the skeleton horse with great force.

However, this way of attacking did not let the lieutenant general, he raised the big knife in his hand, ready to give this human who does not know whether to live or die to deal a blow to the head, although it is a good way to deal with the cavalry mount, but after all, the skeleton horse has no flesh and blood, so the ridiculous act of attacking the mount is tantamount to a moth to a fire in the eyes of the ghost general.

"Whew!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh came from the blade, and the ostentatious broadsword hesitated in the air for a moment, and fell to the ground wiping its nose in front of the soldier.

The spear in the soldier's hand pierced the skeleton horse's neck, piercing his head through the chin of the demon lieutenant.

Black blood like black oil was left along the barrel of the gun, and the body of the gun, which was originally dyed with bright red, now revealed a dark red demon.

The picture is frozen at this moment, and the soldier's one-handed gun shape has also condensed into a swan song and stagnated there, the surrounding scenery suddenly became dark, and the scene that was still vivid just now was only a shadow-like background.

"Alas! It's time to get to the critical place, don't be disappointed! What happened? ”

With such an exciting plot, you actually pulled the gate for me halfway?

I couldn't agree to this, and I was a little angry and urged Festik impatiently.

"Then I didn't know."

Festic replied disapprovingly, and then waved his sleeve slightly, and the scene around him dissipated like a dream awakening, gradually changing back into the gloomy tutor's room.

Festik stood at his desk and handed me the spear he had held in his hand for a long time, and I could only take the heavy spear suspiciously, and smuffled its weight in my hand.

The plot change was too hasty, and I was really scratching my head.

"Many schools of profession have their own masters or secret techniques, such as knighthood or dawnbreak, and even have a place in the imperial city of the Three Realms. Except for the gunslingers, we are just a bunch of wanderers, a bunch of self-reliant fighters. ”

The miserable treatment made me a little depressed, after all, everyone hopes that they will become heroes like famous families, and the burden carried by lonely rangers is much harder.

Festik stroked his beard and sighed earnestly.

"We have no way of knowing who the respectable arrogant figure is just now, and we can only hear a rough idea in the stories that have been circulated in later generations, but this is the fate that must be borne by becoming a gunslinger."

Festek suddenly stared at me tightly, the sonority in his eyes made me a little flustered, but this anxious gaze was not to make things difficult for me, but as if to give myself a definite answer.

"The road of the gunslinger is like the chaotic battlefield, everyone can be a part of it, the low threshold can even accommodate anyone who is interested, but there are very few who can really fight to the end..., maybe you do have extraordinary strength one day, but at that time, can you be famous all over the world, powerful, or obscure, deserted? In the end, will he become an unsung hero like him? ”

The meaning of Festic's words gradually became clear, whether it was the regrettable fragment just now, or the means he repeatedly determined, I deeply understood the difficulty of the path I chose.

Other popular professions are like a big temple where incense is flourishing and crowded, mixed in, maybe you are not a generation of famous monks, but you can also leave the title of the heir of a famous temple.

And the unpopular gunslinger is like a small temple in the mountains, even if you finally become a high-ranking monk, you may not be able to become a world-renowned monk, most of them can only guard their own old bowls and sit in a cold night.

This background story is simply an orphan's choice, without father's pain and mother's love.

Is it necessary to do such a painful job change for a career change?

I'm even starting to wonder if the biggest reason for the desertion of the Gunslinger profession is the daunting way of introducing careers from these mentors.

Whoever it is, after reading this bleak story and listening to this tragic introduction, it is estimated that they will retreat.

"Mentor, you don't have to confirm it again, since I have come this far, it means that I am fully prepared, and I have made up my mind!"

In order not to allow Fetic to continue to indoctrinate me with such negativity, I hastened to emphasize my determination so that he could put an end to this inked and cumbersome method as soon as possible.

"Hahaha......, good! Powerful! ”

When Fistic heard my powerful answer, he began to laugh uncharacteristically, and then clapped his hands repeatedly, a strange and frightening act that made me wonder if he had dug me an invisible pit.

"Ding!"

"Player Xingyu completes the mission: [Born to Die] and expands the use of new weapons."

"Player Xingyu gets the task: [Sword Goes Sideways]."

The sound of two system prompts made me a little happy, and I couldn't wait to open my attribute bar to check, but I was standing there a little blinded.

The longsword I was equipped with had been forcibly removed at the moment, and the weapon slot could only be left blank.

"This is the meaning of 'living to die', when you have determined the path you want to take, then you have to give up some of the things you have before, and give up without any consideration, so that you can move forward without hesitation."

Mentor Festik looked at my expression and guessed my embarrassment, then pointed to the weapon in my hand, signaling me not to be too disappointed, the system will still have some compensation.

【Dragon's Head Spear】:

Quality: Bronze

Level: 20

Physical Attack: 100

Strength: 20

……

The stats were so simple that I was speechless, and although it wasn't too bad for the silver sword that I had used for a long time to be replaced, the compensation given was not as generous as I expected.

In terms of attributes alone, this spear really makes me really want to use it, and it is indeed a bit unsightly in the equipment of level 20, but it is not a solution to have an empty hand at the moment, so it is better to reluctantly fill in the gaps in this spear equipment first.

"Directly south of the town, there is a [Wheat Valley Mine] that has been silent for a long time, where the power of the beast clan once dominated for a while, but then quietly disappeared, and the once prosperous mine has become a ruin that no one dares to enter."

After the elaborate cutscene, Festik also regained his serious expression.

"Legend has it that in the depths of the mine, there is a mysterious monster that is said to be the cause of its destruction."

"? You mean that you mean that you want me to help you slaughter that monster, right? No problem, can you give me an Ultraman transformer first? "The more I hear this, the more wrong it becomes, how big of a pit does this old man want to give me?

"I'm young, and I don't have any patience at all."

Festik didn't have a temper, just shook his head helplessly in an empathetic way.

"That place is dead and silent on the surface, but it is bound by many miserable dead creatures, go there to collect some spirits that cannot be freed, you just need to practice new weapons."

Festic's words are over, and there is a new notification in my taskbar.

【Sword Goes Sideways】

Mission Description: Save the spirits in bondage.

Requirements: Kill [Mine Spirit]*30

"But remember: don't go too deep, just search the edges!"

Festik added solemnly, and the heavy expression made me have to pay attention to his words.