September 14th.

Nolan Village.

Six days had passed since Roddy left the convent in anger, and nearly half a month had passed since he left Nolan Village.

For Roddy, who has reached level 10, his life path has undergone a crucial change - on the other hand, at the very edge of Evta's territory, the peaceful village of Nolan has always maintained its own unique and tranquil atmosphere.

The sheep are being driven back from afar by the herders, as the new harvest is approaching and the farmers are already preparing for the autumn harvest. By this time they had already harvested the newly grown oats, and after packing them one by one, some of them were left in the village for the scouts' horses to eat, and the excess was given to Anderson's steward to be used for tax purposes.

Roddy's departure didn't make any difference here, and that was what he wanted to achieve—there were even many people in the village who didn't know the fact that the leader had already gone to Hollier, and in their eyes, the scouts were busy all day, and the faces that ran here and there, and one or two faces went unnoticed.

At noon, the resting peasants watched the training scouts in the distance from the low wall, and shouted several times, while Aunt Susan and a few children brought cold water from the well, waiting for a while to quench the thirst of the trained scouts.

The scouts, who had been lazy enough to "mix rice" a few months ago, have changed dramatically, and the villagers' attitudes towards them have changed a hundred and eighty degrees - not only because of the great change in the mental outlook of these scouts, but also because of the "accident" that happened a few days ago.

On about the 12th of September, the village was attacked by a ringing horse.

In such a year, "Ringing Horse" sounds lofty, but to put it bluntly, it is actually hard work. The name of the steppe big ringing horse has long disappeared in the wind I don't know how many years, the development of the Karen Kingdom over the years is quite rich, and the year is good, being a robber is sometimes not as good as being a farmer, so the ringing horse is not much less than a few decades ago, and most of the remaining people who are still working hard are really oppressed by the lord, and although there are not many such people, they really do everything.

People are more hungry and ferocious than wolves, so even a dozen bandits on thin horses and described as withered are unimaginable in harm to the villages and towns - but the day before yesterday, when this group of bitter ** rushed into the village with knives, it is estimated that they could not imagine what they would encounter...

The timid villagers who hid in their houses didn't see what had happened that day, but when they found out that the battle was over, they saw only the shattered and shapeless corpses of the horses, and the twenty-nine scouts whizzing past in full armor.

From this day on, the attitude of the villagers towards scouts changed completely.

At this time, the villagers were curiously watching these scouts as they practiced changing queues - the fifteen scouts in front of them sprinted in ten seconds from a chaotic formation to a wedge-shaped charge, and then rushed through seven or eight rows of scarecrows, their long swords were wielded, and the ground was full of dummies that had been cut into several pieces.

"All rest!"

After the last few exercises, Sodrol gave the order to rest. The sweaty soldiers rolled over and dismounted, and some laughed and took the water and towels handed by the villagers, while Carter livened up the atmosphere and began to have a singing contest among the gathered people in a few words, quite like "the military and the people are united as a family" - and this is the task that Roddy once assigned to him.

"Afternoon training or yesterday's?"

On the other side, Ruger put aside the short bow he was carrying, wiped his sweat, and asked Sodrore.

"No, there are some changes, the training plan left by Roddy says that there will be a change from today, the combat of the infantry is almost in place, but the combat of the cavalry against the cavalry still has a lot of room for improvement," Sodrore looked at the parchment in his hand, "The round shield that Dick and Stan helped to make in the past few days is almost in place, and you can start riding combat practice tomorrow after the installation, but Roddy emphasized..."

The two of them sat on the sidelines discussing some "technical issues", and it was obvious that they had already tacitly agreed with each other, and they reached an agreement without too much nonsense, and after a while, Sodrore asked Dick to bring the wooden round shields wrapped in iron sheets, and explained to a group of scouts how to use them.

However, before the afternoon training had time to begin, an urgent letter from Houllier City caused Sodrore to change the training schedule directly.

In this era, the fastest means of communication was carrier pigeons, but carrier pigeons were difficult to popularize, and there was no pigeon loft for civilians in a small place like Nolan Village, and the pigeons in the lord's estate were used for food, so in the end, the most primitive "messenger" could only be used to deliver letters.

In most cases, only kings and nobles had a dedicated "messenger" to deliver messages, but Hollier, as the first city in Evta's territory, still had "messengers" for commoners and merchants to deliver messages, but even so, it took five days for messages from Holier to reach Sodrore.

"First-level alert, all staff are ready for battle!"

Sodrol took Roddy's letter, confirmed that the handwriting and wax seal on it were correct, and immediately gave the order according to the instructions above: "All men pack all weapons and armor, bring shields, and horses, and set off in ten minutes!"

The scouts immediately got busy, and the curious villagers didn't know what was going on, but just felt ...... When these young people get serious, they have a different kind of momentum.

This momentum seems to be much more powerful than those knight lords who are dragging and whirring.

At the same moment, in Hollier, Bishop Rubens' procession was slowly moving into Hollier.

The crowd on both sides of the road was aware of the difference in the convoy, and those who were a little more informed knew what the convoy meant. At first, the common people just watched, but soon the devout believers who received the news immediately surrounded some of the main roads, and if it were not for the two teams of Templars on tall horses who opened the way for the convoy, it would have taken the Exgerant's convoy to reach the monastery for several hours.

Believers chanted slogans, crawled on the road where the wagons passed, and even kissed the dirty rut marks - the power of religion was often so amazing in the age of information development, and people longed for the power of the gods to protect them, so they gave their faith.

There were all kinds of people in the crowd of onlookers, believers, commoners, city guards who maintained order, gentry, nobles, guild members of various trades, etc., and among them, no one noticed a middle-aged man in tattered clothes who looked like a vagabond.

Dressed in a tattered robe that smelled of sweat, Roddy no longer sang and told stories with a vielle, but completely abandoned his identity as a "bard" and disguised himself as such, lurking in the city.

After being identified by Bishop Benjamin, although he had some doubts about the prestige of his "Rorocrucian", he also knew that it was not wise to continue to use the identity of "bard", so on September 10, he said goodbye to the pig's head bar of the owner of Hu Ke, and stayed in another obscure inn - spending some time every day walking around the city to record information, and more often going outside the city to get used to new arrows and short bows.

Francis was still cowering at Moria Manor, so Roddy had placed all his hopes on the City Square speech that he was bound to attend on the Twentieth, and he had been making a lot of preparations for this, except for calling Sodrore and all the scouts, the most he had done was to get himself used to the weapon in hand as quickly as possible.

Although Roddy is excellent in archery, the subtle differences between bows and arrows are not immediately adapted and adjusted, so he does not dare to be sloppy in such a matter - the person who can walk in front of all players is by no means simply ruthless and talented, but more importantly, such a cautious and steady delicate mind, and the persistence that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

In six days, Roddy had fully adapted to the shortbow, and when he learned that the Exgestalt's party had entered the city, he rushed over as soon as he could, because of his sloppy appearance, and occasionally the believers would treat him as a beggar for food, and even waved him a few copper coins, while Roddy bent down and thanked him like a real tramp.

He is like a precisely throbbing machine, almost in the same state as the pinnacle of the game - focused, discarded all distractions, and everything he does has a very strong purpose and direction.

Under the tattered robes, Roddy watched from the side of the street as the Exgescript's procession disappeared around the corner. The crisp sound of the Templars' hooves tapping on the road was muffled by the sound of the crowd, and he carefully counted the number of people, calculating the combat strength of the entire team, and in the noisy sound, the whispers were indiscible.

"Twenty-four Templars. ”

"Miscellaneous soldiers, miscellaneous soldiers, miscellaneous soldiers. ”

"Four priests. About 5 levels advanced"

Roddy huddled the streets with pedestrians, his ears filled with the sounds of blessings, exclamations, and conversations, and within a few minutes, all of this faded away as the procession disappeared around the corner.

Standing in place combing through the information he had just received, Roddy glanced at his "Battle Posture Bar", his expression gradually returned to his usual indifference, and turned around and disappeared around the corner.

Speaking of which, at this time, Roddy has already made a qualitative leap in strength, because he has obtained a real IMBA "advanced profession" - "Demon Hunter".

This feeling is like buying a lottery ticket and winning 5 million, even after six days, Roddy still has a little "unbelievable" emotions in his heart.

The moment he clicked on the upgrade, the "mysterious necklace" on Roddy's chest completely shattered, and the crisp sound of "pop" was the sound made when the necklace self-destructed, and when he found that his body had changed, his "character attribute bar" had inexplicably added an advanced career bar of "Demon Hunter"!

Roddy never imagined that he would encounter a situation completely different from that in the game, but whenever he opened the "Character Attribute Bar", next to "Legionnaire, Level 10", the words "Demon Hunter, Level 0" would be clearly written.

"Demon Hunter", this is a class that Roddy has only heard of before on the official Rip forums - and the only thing he knows about it is that it was so powerful that it was cut down and split into several classes, one of which was Roddy's once highest-ranking "Ranger"!

And now, he found out that he really had such an IMBA profession, the predecessor of "Ranger"...