The villagers of Sunset Fishing Village did not know that this sudden disaster was caused by a magic painting carried by the priest of the Holy Adventists.

The old sword saint lives a lonely life, no one comes to ask, and he will not go around preaching like Zhang Ze's big mouth. And this was caused long ago, when Charles treated the injured villagers, he remembered the respectful and grateful gaze, which made the priest feel uncomfortable. Thankfully, no one died because of him, otherwise he might have left overnight.

Charles converted all the magic spells that were useless that day into medical magic and threw them all to the villagers, anyway, the spell slot will be updated when he prays early tomorrow morning.

Despite the help of the gods, Charles was still busy until the next morning.

Tiredness disconnects from the game.

Zhang Ze, a close friend, had already washed on the sink, turned his head when he heard the movement, took out a toothbrush and spit out foam, and said a little vaguely: "...... Oh, you're out. ”

"Did you run into some urgent tasks?" Zhang Ze couldn't hide the gossip expression on his face.

Charles ignored him and sat up from the simulator's chair, clicking and stretching. The game simulation chair is a medium holographic device, ergonomic design, with scientific massage activation function, and the player will not cause blood blockage when sitting on the chair for a long time.

The lower configuration is the helmet, and the higher configuration is the gaming pod. If it weren't for the cramped dormitory and the game cabin, he and Zhang Ze would have moved two game cabins back three years ago.

Kicking Zhang Ze out of the bathroom, Charles went to the school cafeteria to buy two breakfasts after washing up a little, and filled his stomach with Zhang Ze.

There are very few classes in the second semester of the third year, only three or four classes a week, not to mention that Charles has already passed the textbooks, and there has never been a problem with the exam. As for Zhang Ze, he is the type of mountain man who has his own tricks, he doesn't need to read books at all, and the exam will always hover above the passing line dangerously.

Charles actually wants to go to bed to catch up on sleep, but the schedule in the game is tight, and he also wants to sacrifice the magic painting to Yeyao a day earlier, so as to end this plot once and for all.

So after breakfast and a little exercise, Charles sat down in the simulation chair and prepared to connect to Dawn.

"Wait."

Zhang Ze, who was browsing the official forum of "Dawn" on his mobile phone, suddenly stopped Xia Er and said excitedly: "Hey, is your travel route going to pass through Shenhai Town on the shore of Wing Loong Lake?" ”

"Shenhai Town?"

Charles nodded noncommittally.

"Damn, you're cool, a player in Shenhai Town broke the news that there is an aboriginal adventurer in Shenhai Town who is releasing a time-sensitive dungeon mission."

Zhang Ze's tone was full of envy. He was far away in Susar, and it would take at least two days to reach Shenhai Town.

Although Susal has a portal to Sunken Sea, it will not be available to players who have not explored the map to light up. This is also the reason why the Charles did not teleport directly to Arabe.

Opening a map is a must for every player. Portals in each location must be activated in order to be used.

"Time-sensitive copies?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

Timeliness naturally means that the quest will be closed after a certain period of time, regardless of whether or not the player has completed the quest enacted by the natives.

Generally speaking, the rewards for breaking through the time-sensitive dungeons are far more than those of the fixed dungeons, and they are also accompanied by the task rewards given by the aborigines, which is no wonder Zhang Ze is so excited. Charles reckoned that the forum was already hotly debated.

"Is the elite group of the Emerald Sword grouped together?"

Charles thought of the Overlord Guild that he had led the Ogre to destroy, and he couldn't help but ask about his friends.

The Emerald Sword is a new guild created by the Ahn sisters.

Dead friends are a non-taboo character, and they used to be very unruly in Nordasil. Now that he has become the patriarch of the 'Emerald Sword', if he is like the Overlord Guild Regiment, in order to rush to the level, trample on the rules, be wanted by the Players Alliance, or even be caught by the aborigines, Charles thinks that he can't save him, so he deliberately wants to remind him.

"It's about the same number."

"A few priests. It seems that many people have not yet adapted to the framework of "Dawn", thinking that pastors are easy to bully. ”

Zhang Ze shrugged his shoulders and expressed helplessness.

"The priest is okay, the paladin should be the rarest." When Charles said this, he glanced at the dead party, "If you lead a group, you have to have the appearance of leading a group, don't think about those crooked ways, it's okay to provoke players, it's a big deal to delete the number and retrain." If you mess with the aborigines and are targeted by any of the gods, then don't want to mix in the game world. ”

"You know what I'm talking about."

Zhang Ze waved his hand again and again when he heard this, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "How dare I." It's not the time of Nodashir, and without organizational support, it's easy for someone else to kill me. ”

"Also, I ran into Takekawa on my travels." Charles was anticipating the reaction of his friends, and shook his head and smiled and threw out another piece of news that made his friends nervous.

“…… It wasn't me who told him that we were going to be born in Cormier. Zhang Ze scratched his head and said.

"Really?"

Charles smiled lightly and said, "I remember telling you not to spread it out when I decided. I'm sure you posted it on Moments, Qing Xuan knew, Zhuchuan knew, and Wang Shaohua knew. ”

"I guess I'm going to meet more old friends in the future." Charles spread his hands.

"Uh......"

Zhang Ze was speechless. Because Charles told the truth. When he went to bed and got into the quilt that day, he was impulsive and posted a circle of friends, and he deleted it when he got up the next morning, so it shouldn't have spread.

Charles had a plan for his birth in Cormier.

Because of the big mouth of the sworn friend, now the plan has an unpredictable deviation, friends and enemies are coming, and he doesn't know if the plan can be implemented smoothly.

But try anyway. After he came into contact with the Four Rings God at level 12, the time was almost right, and at that time, the mainstream player level should also be above level 10, and he had the ability to open up a large map.

"Welcome back, Holy Presence."

Connecting to the game, Charles appears in the room of the Fishing Village Inn.

As soon as the morning dawned, a ray of sunlight shone in from the window that opened to the east, and Charles caught his eyes slightly in the ambient light before glancing at the character profile on the retina.

The first is the career bar.

"Class: Civilian Lv 10 (Max) / Priest Lv 6 (8850/32000)."

It took an all-night to heal injured villagers, and a total of more than 2,000 experience points were obtained. The upgrade is now 28% complete.

The 'Medical' skill has also been increased by 1.

The harvest is not bad. The backpack also contained two dark crystal nuclei left behind by the death of the High Shadow, which the High Necromancer needed as a material for certain rituals. Sell two crystal cores to the Secret Shop, and make 1,000 gold coins. It's equivalent to the price of a blue suit.

It's early in the morning, and pastors need to pray to the gods and get their daily magic. As is customary, Charles took out his wooden emblem and stood by the window, reciting the teachings of the God of Knowledge and praying to Ogma.

Then the list of magic spells from one ring to three rings appeared in the field of vision for him to choose and remember.

Charles had an idea of his own, and soon filled the spell slot with divine magic.

Walk down the narrow staircase down the hotel lobby.

The old swordmaster was still dressed in cloth, and his cigarette gun rested on the counter, wiping the giant sword that was connected to him with a rag. But now this giant sword has lost the dazzling appearance of last night's rune flickering.

In addition to this, there is a book, which rests next to the bong.

"Pastor of the Holy Adventists."

Hearing the footsteps, the old swordmaster was still bowing his head to wipe his sword, but after Charles nodded to him, when he was about to step out of the threshold, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly stopped Charles.

"Your Excellency......"

Charles turned around and was about to ask, but the old swordmaster waved his hand, then pointed to the book and said, "Take it away." ”

"This is a genre martial arts book written by one of my late companions."

"I hope you'll study it."

"I know that you Holy Arrivals have always loved to explore the stories of our Aborigines. You also want to know the reason why my left leg is broken, right? ”

The old sword master threw away the rag, looked out of the inn with his eyes, looked at the mountains in the distance, and said in a distant voice: "Do you know the well of the dragon?" The Dragon's Grave, an extinct volcano full of dragon remains. Of course, there is also a terrible shadow dragon, as well as the group of madmen of the Dragon Witch Cult and the Dragon Worship Cult. ”

"More than twenty years ago, an ancient red dragon was about to fly to the dragon's well to die. My buddies and I got the intel to ambush the red dragon on the edge of the Kra Sandy Sea. ”

"Hehe, no one can resist the temptation of dragon slayer's honor. I and a few other companions had a great battle with the dying Elder Red Dragon, and my foot was snapped off by the dragon's claw as I swung my sword. Then, the partner who wrote this genre martial arts book was a priest who sacrificed herself to save us. We've all underestimated the strength of an ancient dragon, even when it's nearing the end of its life. ”

When the old sword saint spoke of the female priest, a soft smile appeared on his face, and his eyes showed a look of remembrance.

"Of course, we also seriously injured the ancient red dragon, and at that time, the dragon's blood rained down from the sky, and I was baptized with the first dragon's blood. Later, we heard that as soon as the ancient red dragon flew to the area of the Dragon Well, it fell into the wilderness and died, and its body was dragged away by the Dragon Witch Sect and the Dragon Worshippers. ”

Ancient Red Dragon!

Charles shook his head in his heart as he listened to the old swordmaster's narration.

Even if an ancient dragon is at the end of its lifespan, it will still stand on the legendary realm, and only a Heavenly Mandate Legendary professional can slaughter a dragon of this level.

If the old Juggernaut and his companions deal with an adult to old dragon, it will be much easier in comparison. Several heroes work together tacitly, and they can easily kill any adult five-colored dragon or metal dragon.

It's a pity that they chose an ancient evil dragon, and they had to bear the corresponding consequences.

If you succeed in killing the Ancient Red Dragon, you will directly carry out the high-level dragon blood baptism, and those who meet the conditions will even have multiple advanced career selection routes.

For example, the dragon warlock, such as the dragon descendant.

Of course, even if you don't advance, just the dragon's blood baptism, you can get rewards such as attribute value increase and baptism blessing. Therefore, dragon slaying is also a huge temptation for players.

After the old sword master finished this story, he didn't speak anymore.

Charles silently took the martial arts books.

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