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Station castle.

On the training ground in the central clearing.

Dressed in plain plain robes with no attributes, and carrying a razor-sharp broad-bladed sword in one hand, Charles confronted another tall barbarian warrior.

The Barbarian Warrior is named Morey, a quasi-exemplary professional, and the leader of the guard of the 'Crown of Nodashir' garrison manor, managing nearly a hundred Barbarians.

Morey and the barbarians came from the same tribe as the Western Soils. About half a year ago, the barbarian tribe was attacked by several adult green dragons, and Morey and some of the survivors desperately escaped, wandering in the 'green fields' of the Western Soil, and then encountered a powerful human slave hunting organization.

As a quasi-exemplary professional, Morey had the opportunity to flee for his life, but in addition to him, the tribe's old and young women, children, and adult warriors were all captured by the slave group. In order to protect his people, Morey had no choice but to give up resistance and take the slave group to Arabe.

The rest of the story is simple.

In the cruel and ruthless training of the slave hunting group day and night, these barbarians of the Western Soil were finally bought by a big customer and sent to the Viscount's Mansion.

Later, Morey learned that the beautiful woman with fiery gray eyes was the current ruler of the Lord's Mansion of Arabe, and may also be the next Grand Duchess of the Raul family.

But the past doesn't matter.

Morey looked at the plain-clothed young priest across the training ground, and there was only absolute obedience in his heart.

This is the master of him and his people, a total of more than a hundred barbarians.

A Coming pastor.

He didn't know much about Morey, the Holy Adventist. You don't need to know about it. Some time ago, when he was still in the slave army, he often heard slave negotiators and hired guards talking about this group of gods.

Perhaps other Native servants were reluctant to be hired by the Adventists, but slaves only needed to know who their masters were. There is no need to worry about the identity of the owner.

Displaced barbarians, who can have the stable life they have now, Morey is already very grateful to the god of war Tampas. Thank you to Tampas for the courageous believers who sheltered him all the time.

"Morey, don't get distracted."

"Continue our training, I need you to show your fighting skills!"

A voice from across the training ground interrupted the barbarian warrior's thoughts.

"I'm sorry, master."

Morey muttered as he swung the broadblade scimitar in his hand. "I'm well rested, please keep going."

"Good!"

Sweat looms on the horns of the Charles' forehead. In fact, the weather in Arabe today is cloudy and cool, and it is still a little past ten o'clock in the morning, which is not very hot, but it has been online since eight o'clock. He found the leader of the garrison guard, and after fighting for more than two hours, he naturally sweated.

Such a focus on training is also due to the fact that Charles has tasted the sweetness of the temple training program.

Two days ago, after completing the purple team mission to exterminate the war lizardmen, the team dispersed, Oster and Fingertip Quicksand went to brush up on personal tasks, Leah sorted out the castle housekeeping, and Todak went to busy with his own advanced tasks. And Charles himself used the last 4o points of piety to find the chief knight of the Temple of Arabe's knowledge and conduct two specialty trainings.

Very lucky. At the end of the two training sessions, Charles actually got the same specialty [Onslaught] information, which means that he only needs the last specialty information to permanently obtain the very important combat specialty of [Onslaught].

Piety is depleted.

Temple training could not continue.

So the Charles can only pin their hopes on the barbarian warrior Morey.

After all, this is a level twenty quasi-exemplary barbarian warrior who has reached the mentor threshold. Any player who asks him for advice and sparring will have a chance to get skill points and specialty tips.

Although sparring with Morey. The probability of getting the [Onslaught Attack] specialty hint is very small, but Charles always feels that he needs to give it a try, and if he is lucky enough to add another combat specialty to the character panel, then his actual combat power will undoubtedly increase.

[Onslaught] is indispensable for melee combat priests.

Without this damage conversion specialty, most melee attacks will appear weak, which is why the charr struggle with non-undead creatures.

Especially after the duel with the leader of the 'Silver Sacred Sword', Charles felt that he needed to speed up the pace of building a specialization system, otherwise he would not be able to beat other top players in the future.

On a training ground surrounded by castle buildings.

"Bang!"

The sword shadow and the sword light collided violently, and sparks splashed everywhere.

Barbarian warriors are born with a physique and strength attributes that flat humans can't fight, and Charles didn't add a magic state to himself, nor did he use the [Dragon Power] effect, and he was naked with 17 strength attributes, and he was actually suppressed by Morey steadily.

With a sword fight in the front, Charles could barely hold the trembling broad-bladed sword.

"Master, be careful!"

"Second [Onslaught Attack]!"

Morey gripped the handle of the broadblade scimitar with both hands, his face was grim, and he first reminded him in a deep voice, and then slashed at it with all his strength.

Clang!

Another Martian burst.

"Come again!"

Charles took a few steps back to remove the shock force, swung his wrist, swung his sword, loosened his sore right arm, and continued to shout at the barbarian warrior.

He had told the Barbarians before training to use only the technique of [Fierce Attack], so that it would be impossible to deviate from other specialties during training.

In front of the other exemplary professionals, Charles would never dare to give such orders, but Morey was a slave given to him by Meloti on behalf of the Raul family, and he did not have to care about the emotions of the exemplary profession at all. If other players knew that there was such a role model in Nodashir's residence, the forum would definitely cause a storm again.

Midday.

When the arm was so sore that it was almost unconscious, and the attributeless plain robe was thoroughly soaked with sweat, a system prompt finally came as promised:

"You've gained a better understanding of the [Onslaught] specialty."

"Collected three Specialty Tips."

"Players have mastered the [Onslaught] (General) specialty."

Textual messages appeared in the field of vision.

He let out a long sigh.

"Stop!"

Charles hurriedly called out and wanted to attack him. As if the tireless barbarian warrior, he smiled with satisfaction, "It's okay, Morey. Thank you. ”

As he spoke, he casually threw the sword full of gaps on the weapon rack.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, master." Morey's expression and tone were always respectful.

[Onslaught] (Mastery): When you perform a melee attack, use this attack technique to gain -2 Hit Rating and +2 Extra Damage for Attack. This bonus damage increases with the level of the feat, but the hit penalty remains the same. ”

I carefully read the expertise information.

It's obvious. [Fierce Attack] is the same as the specialty of the Iron Star Stream Martial Arts, and it is a growth specialty. Proof points can be consumed to level up.

When I farmed undead creatures in Night Flare Dungeon and rose to level nine, the third specialty point I got is still on the character panel. [Onslaught] specializes in melee training. A key specialty that can only be stopped at the legendary level, Charles thought for a while, and threw a specialty point on [Onslaught].

Then the expertise was updated.

[Onslaught] (Mastery): When you perform a melee attack, use this attack technique to gain -2 Accuracy and +4 Extra Damage for your attack. This bonus damage increases with the level of the feat, but the hit penalty remains the same. ”

Damage doubled.

There are still three levels of Expert, Master and Legend. Charles calculated, and the amount of damage increased exponentially, and it reached the [Fierce Attack] of the legendary level. It can provide 32 bonus damage to a character's melee attacks, which is scary just to think about.

"Finally got the [Onslaught] ......"

"Removed a piece of heart disease."

"The next step is to hit the twelfth level and unlock the fourth layer of the magic net."

The upgrade progress is 33%.

Twelve levels are not far off.

Charles wants to get involved in Cormier's main story. Master and record a few four-ring magic techniques, so that you have more confidence.

Morey was told to leave the training ground to rest, and Charles himself returned to the castle.

As soon as he came to the castle hall, a good-looking young maid came up to her, saluted first, and then whispered, "Master." You've had a friend waiting in the hall for two hours. ”

This maid was one of the slaves sent by Meloti, and she was of outstanding appearance and talent. Picked out by Leah to work inside the castle.

"Friends?" Charles frowned, "That guy is here again?" ”

"Yes." There was also a hint of helplessness in the maid's eyes. It's not that Charles wasn't at the station two days ago, but he didn't want to see the leader of the 'Silver Sacred Sword'.

After all, since the early days of the holographic game, Charles has not had much friendship with this person, and he can guess a thing or two about the intention of the leader of the 'Silver Sacred Sword', but he will not trust a team that he has never dealt with before, although this team is very powerful.

"Call him in."

The other party looked at the thatched house, and it seemed useless to use excuses to prevaricate, and Charles also wanted to know the true intentions of this person, and said with a chuckle while taking the towel handed by the other maid to wipe his sweat.

Soon.

In the hall of the castle, there is an additional warrior monk dressed in black cloth.

"We meet again."

Charles stood on the carpet and smiled at it.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you again, founder of Nordasil." Morrison leaned over and saluted.

"That's all in the past, and the current Nodashir is just a small group that has just been established for a long time, with only seven people." Charles said.

"But I'm sure you can recreate the glory of Nodashir." Morrison looked deeply at Charles.

"Oh?"

Even Charles raised an eyebrow unexpectedly.

"Explain your intentions." Charles wasn't going to go on with the pleasantries.

"On behalf of the 'Silver Holy Sword', I would like to formalize a cooperative relationship with your team." Morrison said straight to the point, not hiding his intentions.

"Uh......"

"I don't think the current Nordasir is qualified to work with your team."

This is not a matter of self-indulgence, but the truth.

The 'Crown of Nodashir' is only seven people, but the 'Silver Holy Sword' has at least three hundred elites, once the two sides cooperate, the news spreads, and Nodashir has not become the center of public opinion?

Charles didn't want the newly rebuilt Nodashir to get caught up in the maelstrom.

Because there is no shortage of enemies in Nodashir. (To be continued)