Acid spray!

Flying legs!

Close the door - bang!

Dazzling operation, perfect triple in a row!

When those lake-blue eyes reflected Mavey's face, Radia Klein didn't let out a terrible scream like an ordinary aristocratic daughter, she quickly calmed down and began to cast a spell-

This is a modified Zero Ring spell [Acid Splash] that is instantaneous and instantaneous.

It belongs to the Spell family.

Although the Mage Crimson Society is mainly based on Shaping Spells, compared to the Flash Technique, the Acid Sputter is significantly more effective in certain environments.

A green and irritating mist suddenly blurred the other party's vision, and Ma Wei hurriedly avoided it, his palm covering his slightly stinging eyes and nostrils;

Then a deerskin boot lifted in mid-air, like a wooden stick chiseling leather, made a muffled sound—the long shining golden hair was thrown away like a waterfall, and before it could hit the ground, the petite figure flashed back into the room.

The door was tightly closed.

The mercenary Ma Wei sat down on the ground, and he felt a dull pain in one part of the body. Luckily, he turned around when the boot flew over, and the kick only left footprints on the back of his ass—Leo stood by and watched in amazement.

"What a spicy little girl!"

Mavi climbed up from the floor of the hallway and couldn't help but sigh - he glanced at Leo and spread his hands.

Apparently, there was no way to get the "lucky coin" back, and he patted Leo on the shoulder as a sign of comfort - he passed out last night, and Mavi had no idea what had happened after that.

Leo's expression was a little complicated.

He grabbed Ma Wei and quickly hid back into the room.

"Don't mess with that little girl again."

Leo warned Mavi. He still felt a kinship when he thought of the young man's sword - last night, he had heard a conversation between Mr. Rovren and the regimental commander Ginod: the swordsman, the soldier of the kingdom, and the daughter of the nobleman, and when these identities are linked, it is very likely that something important is about to happen.

And the purpose of their trip is only to complete the mission to earn Rael.

Things that shouldn't be mixed should never be messed around.

After Leo relayed these things to Mavi, the latter was quickly stunned-

The soft and comfortable quilt was still warm, and when Miss Lady-Lady-Latia retreated from the door, although she had the heart to sleep again, she couldn't feel the sleepiness after the stirring just now-the mercenary Ma Wei left her with a hateful first impression, and the girl's heart was pounding and uneasy at this time.

She quickly thought of Gross, the leader of the bandits.

The early morning of the town of White Rock has transformed into a world of snow, and in this long dark night that no one is aware of it, the snow is falling heavier and heavier, from the first fine snow particles to fluttering snowflakes. The snow melted on the roof, dripping down the eaves and turning into long, straight ridges of ice in the cold weather.

Crystal clear, translucent, and refracting the brilliance of the morning light like a colorless gemstone, or a high-purity magic crystal.

Gross stood in front of the window, he opened the closed window, and the cold wind rushed into the room in an instant. He stared into the distance, reaching out and breaking off an inverted ridge of ice, letting it melt and disappear in the warm palm of his hand.

"Boss, are we going out in such bad weather?"

The wolf bandits had gotten up early and crowded into this room. Levin frowned and said—from where they were, there were only a few figures in the streets of the town in their field of vision, as lively as in the past, but it was difficult to see.

Most of the people, the townspeople, merchants, travelers, and mercenaries, saw the sudden change in the weather, and almost all gave up the idea of going out.

The halls of the tavern were noisy even at this dawn.

The waiter was doing his daily cleaning, and Mr. Rovron, the owner of the "Shepherd's Ocarina", stood in front of the counter, and he couldn't help but have a little irrepressible excitement on his broad, full face when he saw the full number of customers. Because in this way, the tavern's business will definitely be much better in the next few days.

Gross withdrew his gaze.

The vast white light reflected in the snow made him somewhat dizzy. Today is November 3, 553 in the continental calendar, and there are less than two months left before that historical point in the game.

The time is long and short.

In Discord, two months is enough time for a player to grow from a newcomer to a veteran, from an ordinary civilian at birth to a level of Awakened power—but Gross is well aware that time in the game is a different story from reality entirely.

According to the game's official settings, the ratio of time is one to six.

In other words, in that holographic immersive game, every four hours spent in reality is a day in the game.

In this way, the time left before the year of the Red Moon is only equivalent to ten days outside the game.

And now that he has come into this world, he has less time left to eat, sleep, travel, and so on—unlike the ambitious bandit leader of the past, Gross now has a very ambitious plan.

Now that he has come to this world, he doesn't mind recreating the glory of the past. Compared with the original novice game, he has a huge advantage that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

He was a prophet.

He knew that since the beginning of the year of the Red Moon, the entire world of Illuson had changed, and he also knew that Elant, a human kingdom that had been inherited for thousands of years, would eventually be destroyed in the flames of war and blood and tears that lasted for decades.

This is a clear and heavy historical thread.

Civilians were displaced, and the nobles fled in rout. Thousands of miles of loneliness, barren villages overgrown with weeds, towns withered and people struggling to make a living, the white walls of Elva, which depict the glory of history and countless heroes, crumbled under the iron hooves, and the eagle flags that fluttered in the past burned into the sky......

The sword is broken, and the building is about to fall.

This is also where the name of the game "Discord" comes from.

But he came into the world!

Gross closed his eyes, and he felt in his heart that he had to do something about it—at least, to be able to completely control his own destiny and will in this troubled world, and not to be reduced to the humble and powerless dust of the mortal world.

Therefore, he pursues strength and pursues his own strength.

He didn't want to stumble.

Outside the window, the town streets are quiet and beautiful in the early winter. Birds foraging in the cold wind swept over the branches of the trees and fluttered their wings to the ground, their dark yellow paws tossing aside the snow in an effort to find food such as grain or grass seeds.

Strive to survive.

"Get ready, we'll leave later."

He said. The moment he opened his eyes, he was full of light, and his tone was unmistakable.

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