On December 12, after more than a month of gestation, the wave of the coming-of-age trials finally broke out today. For ordinary people, this month may be just a blink of an eye, for those who are in the midst of a conspiracy, a month of intrigue is really tired, and it should be over, but for Delin, it is only really beginning. Just yesterday afternoon, the House of Nobles rejected Burke's proposal to succeed the Marquis on the grounds that although Burke had also become a Sky Knight, we had no doubt about his strength, but we did not think that his combat might had reached the level of Marquis Karl Tariq.

The sun was weak and the north wind was still cold. Outside the north gate of Alan City, tens of thousands of people had gathered, and if it weren't for this damn weather, there would have been even more. Of course, less than 5,000 people participated in the trial, after all, the weather has been normal recently, and it snows every year.

Delin listened to the people next to him constantly complaining about the damn weather, but in his heart he kept thanking the god of wind and snow for not favoring this place.

When a brilliant orchid rose above the palace, thousands of people began to say goodbye to the people who saw them off, and began to march towards the Arras Mountains in the distance with their bags, behind them were hundreds of court mages and warriors, the purpose of their existence was to rush to the scene of the incident as soon as these hairy children sent out a distress signal, and then save their purpose, of course, not surprisingly, your trial was basically declared a failure.

Delin was also carrying a backpack commonly used by ordinary adventurers at this time, and he looked like an ordinary commoner's child. In fact, Delin had already left the Marquis's Court last night, found an inn to stay outside, and then blended into the ranks of the civilian boys after daybreak. But even so, he felt like he was being targeted, even though he didn't perceive any suspicious people nearby.

It took most of the day to walk, stopping twice to rest halfway, before a group of teenagers around 16 years old dragged their tired bodies to their destination. For them, that's all for today. Trial Experience No. 1: From the early afternoon, you must find a destination to set up camp and find a reliable partner.

Delin didn't stop, he and a small group of people took the lead in the jungle. He wondered what it was that made him feel like he was being watched. Strange to say, after entering the jungle, the feeling of being spied on is much smaller, but it does not disappear.

It wasn't until sunset that Delin stopped in one of the caves he found. There were no powerful monsters in the cave, and many of the long-haired rats and bats fled after Delin experimented with the Flame Burst. After setting up a few warning traps near the entrance of the cave, meditate in the cave. Similar to the previous estimate, the lethality of the Flame Burst Technique can reach twice that of the Fireball Technique, while the cost is only two percent more, however, the cast time of the Fireball Technique is less, about one second less!

Delin woke up from his sleep on time, and the mental energy consumed by meditation had been completely replenished. As soon as the trivial matters such as warming up, eating and drinking were taken care of, he immediately fled towards the depths of the Arras Mountains, and he wanted to use the power of powerful demonic beasts to make those who came to chase him not dare to act at will, so that there would be a glimmer of life.

Thousands of meters behind him, a group of dozens of people were frantically chasing under the leadership of the silver-eyed eagle. As they went, a figure flickered, and only the leader of the group knew of his presence.

It was the third time Delin had seen the eagle, and he was sure that the feeling of peeping came from that. Delin had picked up speed two hours earlier, but the eagle was getting closer and closer to him. Delin sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, only a frenzied escape.

It was evening again, and Delin sat on the bank of the Erosion River and washed his face with water, feeling much sober. At the same time, the sore muscles and hot wounds pricked his nerves all the time. How did the enemy chase so fast?!" Delin thought and looked into the distance, and saw a swamp and schools of fish leaping out of the water to hunt.

At the same time, on a branch in the jungle, the whole body was wrapped in gray-black cloth, leaving only a pair of eyes, which were as cold and sharp as an ancient well. Slowly raising his left hand, an eagle with silver eyes landed on his hand, and then took out a round and shiny pill from his pocket, and the silver-eyed eagle excitedly stretched out his head and swallowed the pill into his mouth, letting it spread its wings away.

"You can run very fast, but your physical strength is seriously overdrawn, can you continue to run tomorrow?" The masked man turned his head to look at the noble young masters who were lying tired not far away, and then said to himself: "Although you are much better than them, you have to die! Those stupid nobles have given me such a good opportunity, how can I not make good use of it? When I think that it was my own stupidity that killed my own children and grandchildren, noble lords, the expressions on your faces must be wonderful! Do you really think that money is everything? Thought you could buy a warrior's honor?!Oh!These damn things!Don't these stupid pigs know how to keep watch?!Oh!What a bunch of wild boars!Are you giving a welcome to your brothers?!It's very touching, but, for the sake of those damn gold! I have to stop you from making out of each other!"

The masked man made a few easy jumps from branch to branch to the chaotic battlefield, but when he dodged the dash of a boar and was about to plunge his dagger into its neck, a fireball flew towards him. Although he dodged the past in time, it also announced the complete failure of his first attack. The mad boar used his fangs to thank the magician who had just saved his pig's life. The hapless magician's thigh was pierced by fangs, and he was already lying on the boar's back, and the boar, whose view was blocked, rushed forward more and more frantically.

The credo of the Assassins is to strike with all their might, and escape thousands of miles away. Out of rhythm, the Assassin jumped back onto the branch, taking two seconds to see the form before jumping down again. As for the mage, he can't afford to lose a big deal because of a small one, not to mention that Mr. Assassin has a deep grudge against him. Fortunately, there were no accidents again, and his strength is still very reliable.

The Assassin looked at the devastated battlefield and was depressed. As an Assassin, the best target is a noble, wealthy but fragile mage, not a thick-skinned jungle boar, even if it is a level 7 boar king. But it didn't end there, he had to get the hapless mage back, whether he was injured or a corpse. It's better to have a corpse, so you can get a bad breath, or don't die!Fuck the damn gold!The assassin searched the path that the boar had crashed out of.

Suddenly Delin, who knew everything, didn't know what was happening to the enemy, and he smiled happily, because there was more hope of living. The enemy adopts a wolf pack tactic, first exhausting the prey by constant harassment, and then delivering a fatal blow. There are no more than two kinds of enemies, one is that the enemy is weaker, and the other is a powerful enemy with a cat and mouse mentality. Either way, you will give yourself more time, and this is what you lack the most at the moment.

Delin had to admit that the other party's plan had succeeded, and he fled in a hurry and embarrassed, but he was a man who was unwilling to admit defeat. He must find a way to achieve something the enemy did not expect. It's a good thing that the unforgettable memory makes Delin know the importance of money better than anyone else. He took out a bottle of stamina recovery potion from the spatial ring and poured it into his mouth, and the potion bottle was casually left on the ground by him.

The Erosion River is everyone's honorific name for the river in front of them, because it has flooded into a narrow swamp, this is still a dividing line, this side is the Arras Mountains, the trial place of Alan City, and the other side is already the most famous mountain range in the north of the entire Noria continent, its existence divides the dividing line between the human race and the northern orc race, it is the Orc Mountain Range! At present, no team of more than 100 people has successfully crossed the Orc Mountain Range.

Delin also had no intention of challenging the authority of the Orc Mountains, he just wanted to quietly escape these seven days. Looking back at the eagle still hovering high in the sky, Delin calmly took out two modified wooden buckets from the ring, "threaded" them on his feet, and then began to walk through the swamp.