500 Zealots
"Nine-Ring Swordsman, Gregory, just call me Gray."
The young swordsman who led the team slapped his right chest with a smile, and Sawa also returned the salute: "Ranger, Sawyer, this is my sister, Greta." ”
"Nine-Ring Shooter, Hall."
The middle-aged archer's voice was a little dull, but his eyes looked at Sawa with some disdain, especially when he saw Sawyer's hands with fine skin and tender flesh, as well as his empty waist and back, this disdain was even more obvious.
In addition to the swordsman Gray and the archer Hall, the other three also introduced themselves separately, but to Sawyer's surprise, there was actually a spellcaster among the three!
Compared with the present world, this world is more violent in terms of rules and energy in space, whether it is cultivation, meditation or releasing spells, it is more difficult, physical warriors and archers are okay, the physical body of people in these professions is stronger, the tolerance is stronger, and the slightly violent energy causes them limited damage.
But for mages, it's not so simple, the violent energy and rules, making meditation much more difficult, most people who want to become mages can't even pass the level of meditation, and even some people have a little talent, but they hurt their mental power during the first meditation, so they can only give up the path of the caster, and they stop under the nine rings for the rest of their lives.
So in this world, spellcasters are definitely a scarce profession, compared with physical professions, the number gap is as high as hundreds or even hundreds of times, which is still because the casters under the nine rings are counted, if only the masters of the nine rings and above are counted, the number of casters is even rarer.
As if this saw Sawyer's doubts, Gregory smiled and wrapped his arms around the caster's shoulders: "Corey is my good brother, so naturally we have to be together when we come out!" ”
"You two...... It's a good feeling. ”
Sawyer said dryly, but Gregory smiled even more happily, and the arm around Corey's shoulder was a little harder, but Corey was a little embarrassed and wanted to break free from Gregory's arm, but his strength was too small, and after a few struggles, he resigned himself to his fate.
"Let's go, the target of this mission is a group of giant devouring gray wolves outside Missar, and the number of low-level group gray beasts is generally not more than twenty, but you need to go to Misal first and bring a witness."
Gregory briefly introduced some tasks, looked at Sawyer again, and frowned slightly: "By the way, Sawyer, you don't have no weapons yet, right?" ”
"Hey, this ......"
Sawyer was really embarrassed this time, originally his weapons and equipment, as well as some daily resources, were all stored in the space equipment, and then these space equipment were packaged and placed in a higher level of "private space", but when he woke up in this world, he found that he had lost contact with the "private space".
Of course, it may also be left in the space-time of the present world, after all, unlike ordinary space equipment that has an independent small space, although the "private space" is more stable and can accommodate other ordinary space equipment, its own space needs to be attached to the space of the present world to exist.
But in any case, for the current Sawyer, all his equipment and all his supplies are "lost".
"Forget it, let's go to the mercenary market in the seventh ring first and buy some pieces of equipment for you......"
Gregory sighed, and was interrupted by Sawyer halfway through his speech, Sawyer rubbed his hands, and the embarrassment on his face was a little more serious: "That's not necessary, you can borrow me the equipment you have changed for a few days." ”
"Okay then," Gregory nodded as he saw his teammates' faces softened a little, "You said you were a ranger, so what weapons did you learn besides bows and arrows?" ”
"A sword, an ordinary long sword will do."
"Longsword? It just so happens that I have a longsword at home that I used before, and I can use it with a new polish, but as for the bow and arrow, Hall? ”
Gregory looked at Hall, who remembered that Hall had a short bow before, but when he got rich, he sold a new one.
"It's fine with my bow," Hale smiled and nodded, but when he turned his head to look at Sawyer, his face changed, and the corners of his mouth sneered, "But, you really know how to use a bow?" If you can just shoot arrows, forget it. ”
In the face of Hall's provocation, Sawa shrugged his shoulders and did not show a trace of annoyance: "If you don't want to borrow it, forget it, anyway, I'm quite confident in my swordsmanship." ”
Halton felt that a punch had been punched into the cotton, and there was nowhere to vent all the strength of his body, and he glared at Sawyer and said, "Arrogance! You feel like you've practiced channeling at a young age, and you think you're a genius and you're looking for no one! I'm telling you, bows and arrows are not something that can be learned casually! It's not something that a hairy kid like you can be proficient in! ”
"Well, I agree, but bows and arrows are not something that can be learned casually."
Unexpectedly, Sawyer nodded in agreement with Hall's words, if he hadn't had the level 10 longbow skill given by the system, he might have to learn how long it would take to get started, but then Sawyer changed his words: "But you haven't seen me shoot arrows, why do you say that I'm not proficient in bows and arrows?" ”
"Just by your age, just by your hands!"
Hall pointed to Sawyer's hands, and his originally dull voice became sharp: "Your hands, whether they are left or right, whether they are tiger mouths or fingers, there is no callus at all, just like the hands of those little girls!" And then you even told me that you are proficient in bows and arrows?! Then you tell me, how many times did you in total! ”
"Probably...... Thousands of times? Tens of thousands of times? ”
Sawyer said very plainly, in fact, he didn't know how many arrows he had shot, just in the first more than a week on the Elven Island, he had shot hundreds of arrows, counting the practice arrows used in the Elven Village, maybe close to a thousand times, from the time he crossed to the present, he said that he had shot tens of thousands of arrows was humble.
"Thousands of times? Tens of thousands of times? The sneer on Hall's lips was gone, replaced by an anger: "Are you child's play when you shoot arrows?!" You're insulting the bow and arrow! ”
"Whatever you want."
Sawyer shrugged his shoulders again, suddenly losing the nature of speaking, he could see that Hale was fanatical about bows and arrows, which was why he would talk so much to Hale, but again, he didn't need to clarify anything to Hale.
But Hall didn't intend to leave it like that, he took two quick steps to stop in front of Sawyer, took out a short bow from the bow bag, took off the quiver on his back, and held the bow in one hand and the arrow in the other: "Prove yourself, otherwise, don't call yourself a ranger!" Don't insult the bow and arrow! ”