The shield rested on Gross's shoulder, and he walked at the front of the five-man team.

The snowy landscape in sight looks like a clean carpet of wool, obscuring the original scenery of the earth. A ray of sunlight cast from the sky in the fluttering wind and snow, and they walked heavily in the soft snow, but at this time they were in a rather good mood.

"Chief, is the place we are going to really be the graveyard of Viscount Afradi?"

Scott asked.

As your footsteps rise and fall, your breath spews out a thick white mist in the air, and there are few tall trees in this area of the Teal Hill, but along the way, you can see some dwarf, unknown shrub species.

In this early winter season, some evergreen shrubs have a lot of dark green stems and leaves. The figure passed by the bush, the snow falling from it.

"That's right. Any questions? ”

The bandit leader stepped over the bushes and turned his head in reply. It had been nearly three hours since they left the town of White Stone, and according to the calculations of memory and distance, the graveyard of Viscount Afradi would soon appear before their eyes.

At this time, the road can no longer be called a road, and at the foot of their place is a rolling hill - every spring, the green grass is all over the mountain, and the large mountain scenery looks like a whole piece of green, like a bright green like jade, full of vitality and refreshing.

This is also the origin of the name "Teal Hill".

After the "Fog Pine War", this land became more fertile because of the nourishment of the flesh and blood of the fallen in battle. Gross can only imagine what it will be like next spring when the grass grows and warblers fly.

While Scott was lowering his head, he was silent for a moment, then looked up and asked:

"If we do this, is it a desecration of the dead heroes?"

"Of course—it doesn't count."

Gross, the leader of the bandits, replied crisply. The natives didn't understand the concept of a dungeon very well, and this visit to the graveyard of the "Red Knight" Sean Afradi was basically tacitly tacitly regarded as a shady tomb robbery.

However, would the wise and wise Lord Gross take such a thing as tomb robbery out of words?

He glanced at Oliver and Levine beside him, and then at Miss Mage, Lady, Radia. The latter noticed her gaze, and Ladia, who seemed to be preoccupied and unusually speechless, took out the kettle from her backpack and poured a small sip.

"I'm also curious about the place where heroes rest."

Miss Mage Radia turned her little head with a thick velvet hat and smiled like a flower blooming in the cold winter season. After tightening the cap, she put the kettle back into her backpack.

"It is said that such a place will be guarded by the heroic spirits of warriors for a long time."

The hills in front of them could see the dwarf pines common in the Northland gradually thickening, the pine needles trembling slightly as they spoke, and Oliver joined the discussion when a layer of snow fell on his boots.

What a superstitious guy.

Gross sighed in his heart. Essentially, as an atheist, he had to say that Oliver did guess right this time.

"Waiting of the Thorns", a very small team quest with a limited number of 5 players and a scale of 12 to 15.

And according to the basic setting of the game, since it is a copy, there must be monsters and bosses who are responsible for guarding. However, as a newbie dungeon, "Waiting for Thorns" is far from grudging and difficult to explore, and compared to the large team of 100 dungeons in the later game, it can almost be regarded as a light-hearted sightseeing tour.

It's just that their combat level is a little reluctant at the moment, and they may encounter any danger.

The bandit leader thought for a moment, but he did not stop at his feet, and continued to walk forward for a short distance, leaning against a large protruding gray stone, and began to change his armor.

In this snowflake field, the temperature is very cold, and if you touch the iron directly, you will most likely stick to it - a human tragedy that novice gamers often encounter in this holographic simulation game, but Gross is prepared for it.

He brought a pair of deerskin gloves with him.

Not only him, but his companions were all well prepared.

Seeing Gross's movements, the group quickly changed their outfits—except for Miss Mage, who simply unbuttoned the top two wind buttons from her coat and pulled out her short-handled staff from her arms.

Sure enough, it's still a good master!

There is no need to worry about saving stamina and changing clothes on a daily basis - players below LV10 in the inauguration stage still have the physical strength and weight-bearing capacity of ordinary people, so it is extremely necessary to change their outfits according to the needs of their daily activities.

This is also a code of conduct for the legionnaires of the Kingdom and common sense that mercenaries must know. In order to fight, keep as much stamina as possible.

In Discord, once the stamina is consumed below the threshold of 30%, the combat power will be attenuated by 20%; At 0%, the player will be unable to move, and will have to sit still and wait for his stamina to slowly recover.

In contrast, armor and other equipment usually have a lot of weight, and in contrast, the cloth robes of the mages can be worn at any time like everyday clothing - this was complained about by many players in the early stages of the game.

"This is it."

Gross said to his companion after changing clothes. He held a shield in his left hand, while the Frosty Sword was still hanging from his belt—a standard addition to being a Steelhearted Warrior. Even though he was a swordsman now, he couldn't find any reason to give up using the shield.

Bypassing the gray stone, a mound of earth appeared in front of you. It resembles a bulging mountain bag, surrounded by rows of dwarf pines. Wearing armor, Gross, Scott, Oliver, and Levine did not hesitate to pass through the pine trees.

Miss Mage Radia was stunned.

The dense dark green pine needles shook in the cold wind, and it looked extremely difficult to mess with.

"Uh, Miss Crane, you may need a detour."

Realizing this, Gross turned his head and shouted to Miss Mage under his visor.

This mountain bag is the burial place of Viscount Afradi, the "Red Knight", and apart from a standing white stone tablet, everything else is simple - these dwarf pines were transplanted by later worshippers, and in the world of Illusen, planting a dwarf pine in the resting place of heroes is regarded as the best memorial.

Although the story of Viscount Afradi is a thing of the past, he has not been forgotten.

Indeed, the heroes of the kingdom should not be easily forgotten.

As Miss Lady Radia walked down a path between the pine trees to the white stele, Gross reached out and wiped the thick layer of snow from above.

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