When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you;

When you wrestle like a wild beast, you become a wild beast;

When Gross, the leader of the bandits, unscrupulously uses combat techniques that are not of this world, and uses the experience of those players to make himself powerful again and again, he becomes that player.

According to the laws of the origin of the world of Elusen, he unknowingly unlocked the authority of his own soul step by step, until another soul dominated his flesh and will, and the sages of the Epham once left an ancient revelation, "Any gift of fate is secretly marked with a price." ”

Unfortunately, the bandit leader didn't know that he had finally become "him", and all the memories, cognitions, and emotions of the past had been completely integrated into a new soul like a chaotic fragment.

"Gross" is still Gross, but in fact, he just keeps the original thing, and the past of his soul is like a firefly, but at this time it has become a bright moon.

"Great dream, not bad."

Gros smiled when he heard Oliver's dream - deep down he actually had a similar dream, similar to Oliver.

It's a little man's hopes and expectations for life, it's ridiculous, but it's also cute - Gross doesn't deny that part of his will, but as a player, Soul has far more than just thoughts about the future.

Memories and visions told him that it was the year of the new moon (553 in the continental calendar), early winter, November 2, at night, and the weather was light and snowy. He was an obscure bandit leader who had come to the Ceris region today, and he was in a tavern called the Shepherd's Ocarina.

He had come for the relic of Sean Affradi, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but just an hour earlier, he had taught a mercenary captain a lesson—he didn't look like an evil man, but he didn't hesitate to draw his sword.

Gross, the current "sword hero" Gross.

His fingers caressed the scabbard of the Frosty Long Sword—the cold, rough texture passed from the skin of his fingertips to every nerve in his palm and arm, blood flowed up and down his body, and every muscle remained tense and relaxed...... Gross felt the energy and physical fitness of the young mountain people, and he found it very satisfying.

Draw your sword.

Gently meet the emptiness and slash.

The window pages clattered, and the wooden frame shook violently under the cold wind outside the street, as if it were about to fall apart.

He didn't use his full strength.

Oliver, who was on the side, rubbed his eyes and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"The leader's swordsmanship is getting more and more powerful."

"yes, I also think Mr. Gross's swordsmanship is amazing."

The door to the room didn't close, and Scott, Levine, Ron, and Miss Mage Lady's Ladia were all poking their heads into the room—they were silently staring at the sword at first: every space seemed to freeze inch by inch, which looked like an illusion, but it was a little different, and Miss Mage's outstanding mental perception seemed to see that the scene in front of her was being drawn a deep and invisible crack.

It was the power of pure swordsmanship, a scene that amazed and fascinated Radia Klein.

She noticed that there were more and more unknown and interesting things on the bandit leader's body—and she was stunned, and she quickly ran back to her room.

"Boss, aren't you worried that the mercenaries will come looking for trouble?"

Gross sheathed his sword, and Levine walked into the room and asked him. Within the Wolf Bandits, Levine was an outlier, perhaps because of his experience as a chamber of commerce buddy, he was not as smug as the others, but tended to be more subtle - he asked the question, in fact, it was a concern in the minds of others.

They were not afraid to fight, but in a foreign country at the moment, they had to be on guard and vigilance, as the bandit leaders had taught them more than once.

Gross just shook his head, though.

Seeking revenge?

He didn't care.

Gross "The Swordsman" is like eating and drinking when he kills - unlike most players with all kinds of feelings, in Discord, he has always pursued the highest killing skills, and has reached the pinnacle of what players can reach.

Ghosts block and kill ghosts, people stop and kill, and he has left an immortal legend of "a thousand armies and a thousand people" in the game world in the face of players and aborigines......

Whether it was a man, a woman, a human nobleman, the undead of Dir, a beautiful elf or a dwarf who looked like a dubious, he no longer knew how many mortals to slaughter.

Because, he knows, in this holographic simulation game, all these things are just a bunch of flowing data.

Therefore, he is happy to revenge, cold and ruthless.

Except for children and the elderly.

It was his only insistence, and the bottom line he adhered to—Gross sat in a wooden chair, his gaze scanning his companion in front of him. They have different expressions, some are nervous, some are uneasy, some are dazed, some are excited......

There was only one oil lamp in the room, and the bean-sized light above the wick did not illuminate the space brightly—light and shadow were intertwined and distinct on his face, leaving only a pair of clean and clear brown eyes, reflecting the fluttering orange light.

He came into the world in its entirety tonight.

He knows the context of future history.

The ground beneath his feet is Elantra in the twilight of his life.

The golden eagle flag, which has been immortal for thousands of years, finally fell down in the wave of change of this era.

From the year of the new moon to the year of the red moon, the mainland has entered another turbulent era - the prologue of "Strife" began.

The sword roared from its sheath.

At night in the town of White Rock, when the merchants rearranged their goods and left, only the sound of whimpering wind remained in the dim night. The "Shepherd's Ocarina" is brightly lit, exuding warmth in the loneliness of all things.

The guests in the tavern drank and talked, and sometimes they sang drunkenly—the out-of-tune rhythm made these things sound more like noise, but there was no accusation, no abuse or ridicule, just laughter and beats, and cheerful conversations......

Happiness knows no bounds.

The cold and exhaustion are not enough to destroy people's enthusiasm for life - only one year after the "Fog Pine War", although the wounds brought to this land are far from being healed, people are still full of beautiful hopes for the future days.

However, no one told them - the other end of the world's causal line has long been deeply buried.

In the world of strife, the fate of all living beings is full of bitter fruits.

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Thank you again for the 100-point reward of the star of the night, thank you for the 100-point reward of the little perverted bear o(∩_∩)o and return a change later.