Woooooooo

A loud whistling sound came from the west.

Baal turned his head, and thick lines were flying towards him at a rapid pace, like a burst of black light.

With a bang, the black lines paused in front of him, quickly changing their shape, and two huge words appeared in the air in front of him.

"It is." Barr stared.

"Rafting!"

The black lines were still flying, condensing into dense small characters that filled the entire sky.

The system beep rings in his head.

[System Prompt: Congratulations on obtaining "Drifting" (original), the advanced mission has been completed, and you have successfully advanced to the Warlord!] 】

[You have completed an advancement, all attributes are increased by 30%, and the power of skills is increased by 50%.] 】

[You have comprehended the War Lord's level 50 exclusive skills: Damage Reflex, Lightning Tactics.] 】

Damage Reflection LV1: Consumes 1500 MP points, applies a reflection barrier around the body, reflects all physical and magical attacks, the current number of reflections is 1, and the skill cooldown is 10 minutes.

Thunderbolt Tactics LV1 (Legion Level): After opening, it consumes 500 MP points per minute, adds Thunderbolt status to all legion members under his command, increases the movement speed of the whole army by 50%, and currently has a maximum of 250,000 people.

Barr took a deep breath, and he couldn't imagine that "Drifting" actually existed in such a place.

The system is right, this task does need luck, if it is not him who receives this task, but someone else, I am afraid that I will never want to find it for the rest of my life.

Bouncing.

Barr looked up.

The words in mid-air kept beating and dancing in the air, and in the blink of an eye, like a tired bird returning to the forest, it turned into a pitch-black torrent and poured into the straw hat above his head.

A message also came to his mind.

Barr's heart moved, and his right hand was raised.

To the east, a line on the edge of the Oran Mountains began to tremble slightly, and a small section of it was rapidly approaching Baal's side, like an incredibly elastic rubber strip, and the entire mountain was pulled out in an arc.

In the blink of an eye, the line was close to his feet.

Knock knock, Barr stepped in

With a thud, the lines quickly rebounded, and even Baal, who had stepped into it, was brought back.

Airplanes.

On a rock at the eastern foot of the Oran Mountains, a figure wearing a straw hat suddenly appeared, and the figure quickly solidified and turned into a young minotaur wearing a straw hat.

"Good fellows." Barr looked shocked and took off his straw hat from his head.

The name of the straw hat has changed.

The Divine Crown of the King of Adventure

Quality:???

Effect: Unknown

Notes: The straw hat worn by the King of Adventure when he was a teenager has a magical effect.

"The King of Adventure? I've never heard of it. Barr was a little puzzled, he had been in the Rand World for more than two years in his previous life, with his extraordinary mental power, he had read a lot of books, how could he be regarded as an intellectual, but he had never heard of the name of the King of Adventurers.

Dididi, the system's prompt continues to sound.

[You read "Drifting" (original), and you get some clues about Dreamland. 】

"Sweet Dream Island? Could it be that this island is real? Barr was shocked.

Sweet Dream Island is an island described by Frans in the novel "Drifting", which is a special island that can move on its own, and the book also records a series of adventures of the protagonist on the island, which is very exciting.

"Grandpa? Straw hat? Sweet Dream Island? The King of Adventure? Barr's mind was full of questions, all of which haunted him like mysteries, waiting for him to find answers.

"No, I'm just a town mayor, and if I'm strong enough one day, this will always figure things out." Barr shook his head, put the straw hat back on his head, and disappeared in an instant.

......

Brush.

A pale-faced figure appeared in the small courtyard of Fierce Bull Village.

"Careless, I didn't expect this straw hat to consume so much." Barr wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced at his MP value, as high as hundreds of thousands of MP had been consumed, this thing is really unaffordable for ordinary people.

"Are you alright, sir?" Asaph and the others watched Barr appear and hurriedly ran over.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Barr laughed.

As he spoke.

"Alas, why are you people so unreasonable, Barr is from our Fierce Bull Village, why don't you let me in."

"Your Excellency has an order, no one is allowed to enter."

A quarrel was heard.

With a click, Barr opened the wooden door.

Outside the door, a young minotaur in a blue robe was arguing with two cat-man assassins.

"Your Excellency." The two cat-man assassins saw Barr come out and quickly retreated to the side.

"Bal, oh no, my lord, my father would like to invite you to the dinner party in the evening, please enjoy it." The Minotaur boy's tone was respectful, even a little flattering.

"Oh, it's Bowen." Barr said calmly, this minotaur boy is the son of the village chief, he has been pampered since he was a child, and he has been tainted with some aristocratic habits, and he and Joseph have not been bullied in the past.

However, this person's nature is not bad, and his identity and status are different now, so he naturally won't care about these trivial things anymore.

"I'm going to visit Uncle Mondstadt in the evening, and I'm afraid I won't be able to." Barrien.

"This—" Bowen rolled his eyes and said, "My lord, my father is going to invite all the villagers to a banquet tonight, and Uncle Mondstadt will be there too. ”

"Oh, that's a coincidence, I'll just go." Barr smiled, he also saw that Bowen was lying, but the old village chief was a good man and was very loved by the villagers, and he was not easy to refuse when it came to this.

"Thank you, sir, I'll go back and tell my father." Bowen looked happy and turned to leave.

......

Night.

The village of Fierce Bull is brightly lit.

This small village, which had been silent for a long time, finally came alive, and the people of the village lived in poverty, and it was rare to encounter a grand event, which was almost like a festival.

Barr meets Uncle Meng at the banquet.

Mondstadt was relieved to learn that Joseph had advanced to become a high-level blacksmith, and he was thinking about a successor.

The old village chief smiled like a flower on his face, and pulled Bowen to toast Barr frequently.

He knew in his heart that Baal had become mayor of the town at a young age, and that his future was limitless, and that his title and domain would one day be passed on to Bowen.

Back then, he was just lucky to establish a territory, and he didn't have any background, once he died, this territory would inevitably become the object of competition among various forces, and his son would not be the opponent of these people at all, if he could pull Baal as a backer, these people would probably have some scruples.

One cup after another, everyone drank a little too much.

Barr also took the opportunity to mention to Uncle Meng that he should move to live in Hailan Town, this kind of master-level figure is hard to come by.

Uncle Meng didn't know whether he had drunk too much or really agreed, so he nodded and agreed.

Barr is overjoyed, regardless of whether he really agrees or not, it's a big deal to get drunk and take him away tomorrow, presumably Uncle Meng shouldn't bother with him because of such a trivial matter.

Well, probably not.

......

In the early morning, the sky was just dawning.

"Ugh."

Barr shook his dizzy head, he didn't refuse to come last night, and he didn't know how much he had drunk.

After breakfast, he took Asaph and the others out, although he was drunk last night, but Uncle Meng did not forget what he promised.

Knock knock.

Barr knocked on the door.

"Who? It's early in the morning. A gruff voice came from inside the door.

Squeak, the door opened.

"It's Baal, is it okay for you to come so early?" Mondstadt was wearing a half-worn dressing gown, sleepy-eyed.

"Uncle Meng, have you forgotten all about last night, but you promised me." Barr reluctantly said, he knew things weren't going to go well.

"Oh, I drank too much yesterday, what did I promise?" Mondstadt said.

"Let's settle in Hailan Town."

"I promised?"

"Ahh

Mondstadt pondered for a long time, and Bald began to wonder if he would find an excuse to get drunk and take him away.

"Hey, I'm so old, what else can't I put down." Mondstadt laughed to himself, "Well, since I promised you, let's go with you kid, and by the way, go and see if Joseph has made any progress lately." ”

"Great, Uncle Meng, do you have anything else to deal with? If not, we'll leave today. Barr said with a smile on his face.

"When I pack my things, we'll go." Mondstadt turned and walked back into the house.

Barr then went to pay a visit to the old village chief.

After all, Uncle Meng is from Fierce Bull Village, and he is also a master blacksmith, so he can't be taken away so quietly.

Unexpectedly, the old village chief did not look unhappy, and readily agreed.

After thanking him, Barr left.

......

The entrance to the village of Fierce Bull.

A team of dozens of people was gathering here, next to several half-used beast carts borrowed from the old village chief, and some young minotaurs were boarding one after another.

Next to the team are several figures on mounts.

"Uncle Meng, let's go first." Barr opened his mouth and said, after yesterday's dinner, there were many young people in the village who wanted to go to Hailan Town to develop, and he also agreed, but the cost of this transmission was not low, and it was impossible for him to bring so many people together.

After some consideration, he left two cat-man assassins to escort them to Hailan Town in the car, and he, Uncle Meng, and Asaph left first

"Okay." Mondstadt pushes his mount underneath.

The huge body several meters tall, covered with pitch-black mysterious magic patterns, this is a level 100 mount: Demon Cloud Tiger, and according to the size of this mount, this should not be an ordinary Demon Cloud Tiger, at least elite-level.

Barr didn't expect that Uncle Meng's strength was so strong, even he couldn't see through it, if he could control a level 100 Demon Cloud Tiger, then Uncle Meng's own level would reach a minimum of level 100, or even higher.

"Fortunately, I didn't get drunk and dragged away." Barr felt a cold sweat in his heart.