Glo and Levine chatted with each other, and because they both belonged to the [Ranger] profession, the topic of the two quickly shifted to the use of the sword. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Glo doesn't care about any routines, and his rich PK experience in his previous life has allowed him to enter the supreme realm of "making the law out of the law".

And Levin, as a native of the Arlandia world, a relatively well-informed chamber of commerce buddy, also has a little unique insight into swordsmanship.

Although most of the time, it was Glo who was telling Levine some understanding of swordsmanship.

This positive and good discussion also quickly attracted the companions of several other bandits.

"Boss, you said that many people are wrong about the use of the Tempest Sword Technique?"

Levin asked, a little puzzled. The [Tempest Swordsmanship] they are discussing is a classic swordsmanship that is popular among the nobility and has a wide following among the mercenary community. Although none of the bandits really mastered the [Tempest Swordsmanship], they had never eaten pork and had seen pigs run somewhat, and the members of the bandit group were very familiar with several common moves in the Tempest Swordsmanship.

Glo, however, lashed out.

"Listen to the whispers of the wind and slash your enemies with a fierce attack like a storm of wind?"

Glo muttered the in-game description of [Tempest Swordsmanship] in a low voice, and suddenly raised his head, once in "Discord", as a fanatical PK element, he was very familiar with this set of swordsmanship.

At the beginning, he also used this set of swordsmanship according to the instructions given by the system, but in the later battles using the [Tempest Swordsmanship], he gradually discovered a problem-

[Tempest Swordsmanship] has an amazing physical exertion on the user, and at the same time, it is not small for the durability and wear of the weapon. The Ranger class, on the other hand, is not known for its stamina, and the stabbing sword is also a weapon with low durability among weapons of the same level.

Like most players and the people of this world, it is true that you can have a first-hand advantage in the battle by suppressing the opponent with a dense attack frequency - but the essence of the battle is to defeat the enemy, and in some cases, it is difficult to end the battle quickly against the shield warrior or other evenly matched opponents, and the weakness caused by the early outbreak becomes a fatal flaw.

"A good swordsman should aim for effective shots."

Glo expressed his opinion on the [Tempest Swordsmanship], looked at the thoughtful audience around him, and asked with a smile, "What do you think of my swordsmanship?" ”

"Despicable, sinister, like a filthy bounty assassin—"

As soon as Glo's words fell, he received a comment, but the voice was not from the listeners around him, but from behind him—Scott, Oliver, and Miss Ladia, who was laughing and groaning, had returned from the woods to the brook.

Radia gently brushed away the messy blonde hair on her forehead and placed the mushrooms in the cloth bag on the rocks.

Scott, a veteran, made a look of disdain at Glo's slightly self-selling and boastful behavior.

"Scott, how about we have a friendly fight?"

Glo's smile was gentle, but the word "friendly" was particularly accentuated in his mouth, and he never hesitated to show obscenity in the face of any provocative voice in the bandits.

"Boss, I've got your back."

Levin's resentment was not gone, Glo's actions, he expressed his heartfelt support, and Levine was not the only supporter, and several other companions in the bandit group also looked at Scott with an expectant expression. Glo and Scott, as two of the strongest members of the bandits, have always been the objects of everyone's admiration, and the competition between the two can benefit the observers a lot to a certain extent.

However, everyone's expectations did not get the desired result - after a slight hesitation, Scott finally made a difficult decision.

"Miss Ladia, you seem to have accidentally picked a poisonous mushroom."

"Hey, Scott, please don't try to change the subject."

Levin exclaimed.

"I'm serious."

Scott's expression was serious, and as he spoke, he bent down and turned out a mushroom from the cloth bag, a faint plain grayish yellow, the stipe was slender, the top was like a bird's eggshell, and the surface was fine and smooth.

"It's dog pee, a common poisonous mushroom."

Scott pinched the mushroom with his fingers and showed it to everyone while doing a literacy job on survival knowledge in the wild.

"Really? It's just a very ordinary edible mushroom, you don't think I can't recognize it, do you? ”

Levine didn't believe it at all.

Radia took the mushroom from Scott's hand and sniffed it in front of her small nose. Although Miss Xueba is very knowledgeable, she can't completely guarantee an accurate determination of some species in the wild, maybe it's really a poisonous fungus.

The slender stalk of the mushroom gently rubbed her fingertips, feeling pliable and smooth - the safety of the belly was not a trivial matter that could be ignored. The crowd quickly found a few similar ones from the sacks on the grass and discussed them.

"I think it should be edible."

Oliver held up the mushroom and placed it in the sunlight, as if he had seen something.

"Scott was right, this thing is dog pee."

This is Roy.

"No problem, I ate it a few years ago when I was hungry in the war—"

"The color is very light, not like a poisonous variety."

"I have a bad feeling about this."

Glo came to a conclusion, picked out all the suspected "dog pee moss" from the cloth bag, and then simply threw it on the ground, and when the mushroom was in his hand, the [system] gave an explanation-

Mushrooms in the field.

The reason why otaku become otaku is that they don't want to take risks easily.

……

September 10, 553.

The capital of Nogo, Karthas, is back to normal after a week of martial law that strictly controls the entry and exit of people. The rebels who tried to misbehave, in front of the tall walls and the orderly city defenses and army, were bleeding and retreated to their nests to lick/lick their wounds.

The war horse galloped in the open and flat suburbs of Karthus, and the knight Miss Elisa, waving her whip and screaming with excitement, finally had a chance to run out and breathe after a week of suffocation in the city.

"Looks like this time has suffocated Miss Alyssa."

"Lars, we still have to be careful, maybe those damn rebels haven't gone far yet."

"Yes, Mr. Wolf has warned him many times, but, it is said, the road from here to Afron is safe."