When I said goodbye to Chords, he said he would come to this plane again the next day. But by the time his name came back to light in my magical diary, it was already the afternoon of the sixth day. In my previous experience, the concept of time in the space seekers is very different from mine, and what they call "one day" often takes six or seven days, and I think this is probably due to the difference between the planes of space-time.

Not long after his arrival, my magical diary sent a signal. I flipped through the journal to the "social" page with his name on it, and saw a small line written underneath his name:

"You're so diligent, you're online so early. How many levels are it now? ”

This is another feature of the Magic Diary, which allows people who have exchanged soul sigils to communicate remotely. This feature is great for adventurers who like to wander around: no matter how erratic your whereabouts are, you can always be reached conveniently when your friends miss you. Correspondingly, it is also inconvenient: when you want to be alone for a while, others will always find you easily.

I clicked on the name of the string song Yayi, wrote "almost level nine" below his name, and sent it to him.

Soon I received a reply:

"I'm K, so fast! How did you fight? It's not going to be used outside @¥% to hang it! ”

Of these three short sentences, there are two that I can't understand, one is the strange letter "K" in the first sentence, I don't know what that means, but it seems to express a tone of amazement; And the chaotic symbol in the last sentence, "Outside@¥%hanging", has a treacherous and cunning atmosphere, as if it contains some special magical meaning, so I can't even guess its meaning. I can only answer based on the only sentence I can understand:

"I did a few missions, killed a few more wild dogs, and then I leveled up."

"Halo, you cow X......" is another puzzling symbol, "...... Did you take the sabertooth mountain bandit mission? ”

"No, I was about to pick it up."

"That's right, I've found a few friends to work on this mission, and you've got a team. Hurry up, we will be waiting for you at the gates. ”

It's a pleasure to get an invitation from a friend, especially when I happen to have nothing to do. When I came to the gates, I saw my sighted elven friend waiting there, and beside him stood three strange adventurers, two men and one woman.

Although his eyes widened and tried to find me, he was still anxious and dazed until I approached him—it was clear that his poor eyesight was not enough to distinguish me from the crowd.

"I'm coming!" I knew that if I didn't say hello to him first, he might not be able to find me even if I put my face under his nose.

"Ah, you're finally here!" I can't count the sudden appearance still surprised him. He warmly took me by the hand, took me to his partner, and introduced me to me:

"His name is Longbow Shooting Sun, he's a priest, and he's already level six." He pointed to the only female adventurer beside him.

This is a human girl, looking gentle and demure, with long eyebrows lowered, as if she does not dare to look at people's shyness. She wore a long white dress trimmed with metallic gloss, which was also very appropriate as a priest. The only thing that made me feel a little wrong was that the word "Fei Yin" was clearly written on the top of her head.

The girl smiled softly at me, then gently stretched out her fair, slender right hand and gently held the inside of Xian Ge Yayi's right arm. Just when I thought it was an intimate gesture with an ambiguous meaning, her thumb and forefinger jerked tightly......

"Wow...... Oh......" Immediately, String Song showed us his hidden tenor talent, and the shrill hiss was enough to dwarf even the most passionate bard. The most shocking thing is that the girl's two fingers actually showed no less power than the claws of the rabid dog Capplan, and created the effect of a vital blow, which made the life index of Xian Ge Yayi drop by thirty points in an instant.

"Where are you pointing? Look at my aunt and grandmother clearly and then speak! It is an unforgivable and hopeless sin to confuse such a gentle and beautiful lady as me with this perverted murderer......" The pretty girl grabbed the arm of the string and stomped on his toes with her pretty little boots, still screaming angrily. Such a "gentle and beautiful" "lady" is really something I have only seen in my life. After a long time, the sorceress let go of her hand, and then rubbed her two fingers with ulterior motives and said to the elven ranger who wanted to cry without tears:

"In order for you to remember this lesson, buy me the ring of the Emerald Star next time."

"I didn't mean to, I just couldn't see it clearly for a while, you can spare me. That thing costs three gold coins, and I ...... even if I smash the pot and sell iron," Xian Ge Yayi begged with a sad face.

"I still lack an azurite necklace that can restore mana......" The girl ignored the pleading of the string song. She played meaningfully with the ornament on her chest, squinting at the strings.

My elven friend made a wise decision right away. He straightened his chest and replied in a rather chivalrous voice:

"It's my honor to serve you, and tomorrow I will use the Emerald Star to add style to the most beautiful Feiyin!"

His face was full of tragedy, like a martyr who died generously.

Receiving an affirmative answer, the girl smiled with satisfaction. Suddenly, she turned to look at me. At this moment, an incredible and wonderful change occurred in her whole person: the menacing and chilling appearance just now was instantly replaced by a tender and watery tranquility, a layer of shy red shrouded her cheeks, and her long eyelashes made her bright eyes exceptionally pure.

I never knew that a person's expression could change so dramatically in such a short period of time, and although her face did not change in any way, the whole person's temperament was completely different, and the difference was as obvious as that of two completely different people. And the most unbelievable thing is that from the most violent creditor to the most beautiful and lovely girl, she only took a short smile.

"He's wrong, I'm Fei Yin......" she whispered to me as if she was afraid of life, her voice as crisp and gentle as a seven-stringed harp, "...... It's a level 10 mage. He's the longbow ...... the sun," she said, gesturing to the sturdy dwarf beside her. I don't know if it's an illusion, but when Fei Yin's hand pointed at the dwarven priest, he seemed to shiver awe-inspiringly.

At this time, the orc standing next to us didn't wait for Fei Yin to speak, and introduced himself, "My name is Yangtze River Delta, an eighth-level wanderer. ”

I had the impression that the wanderers were supposed to be small, small, agile creatures. They like to haunt the shadows of darkness and simply cut someone's throat from behind. But the emergence of the Yangtze River Delta has completely subverted my understanding. To be honest, his name doesn't have any referential meaning, I mean this guy's figure is neither "long" nor "triangular". If you erase his hands and feet, the basic figure that makes up him is two tangent spheres - the neck part is basically negligible. I think you've figured out that he's fat, and not fat. His belly was round, straight, supple and elastic, and he couldn't stop shaking when he walked, and the flesh on his belly would ripple in soft waves. If he wants to see his toes – trust me, he's going to have to work really hard to do that.

With such a figure, if you hold two plate axes and frantically rush towards the enemy group and slash wildly, it may not be imposing and heroic, but as a wanderer......

Probably sensing the confusion in my eyes, the "broad" orc immediately pulled out a dagger from his waist - that is the most common weapon of wanderers - skillfully played a trick between his fingers, and then patted his belly and explained with some embarrassment: "I haven't exercised for a long time, and my body is a little out of shape." But I'm really a wanderer......"

The dagger looked sharp, with a dangerous and cruel sheen flowing between the blades. But such a murder weapon always seems a little nondescript in the hands of the Yangtze River Delta - I even think that even if this oversized wanderer wears nothing, this dagger may not be able to destroy the defense on his belly and bring him any substantial damage.

The sabertooth mountain is the highest and most dangerous mountain near Campunavia, and the jungle below is inhabited by a large number of wild animals, whether it is the "red-maned hyena" or the "mountain wolf", or the "vampire red bat" with its wings three or four people wide, all of which are generally one or two levels higher than their close relatives scattered elsewhere, ranging from eight to ten. And they live in very dense groups, usually in groups, which greatly affects the speed of our advance - of course, this effect is not entirely due to the fighting:

"String Ge Yayi, peel off the skin of this bat...... If I tell you to peel it, you can peel it, and there are pieces of rags, and wings, and nails...... It's all money, and it adds up...... Ah, iron ore! Yangtze River Delta, dig out that piece of ore, yes, dig it all out, including the stones...... Shoot the sun, shoot the sun! Take the eyeballs of the wild wolf and what? Backpack full? Let me take it? Don't you know what shame is for me, a gentle and weak girl, to take such a terrible thing? Bring your bag over...... Oops, oops, throw all this stuff away...... I know this is a quest item, don't you do it again, a porridge and a meal are not easy to come by...... Ah, sage, there are so many herbs here, damn it, why don't any of them study pharmacy, it's all money......"

As you can see, the magical girl Fei Yin seems to have an unusual collector's habit of anything that can be sold for money, and every time a battle is over, she hates to use the finest grate to recharge the battlefield two or three times, and she will never leave any loot that can be taken away, even the most worthless animal nails and the like, but will try to put them in her backpack and take them away. Even the corpses of any battlefield she cleaned decomposed very quickly—because there was not much left of them.

"It's another pack of wolves, what should I do?" The Yangtze River Delta asked, pointing to the bushes in front of him. The wolves did not stand in our way up the mountain, and if we had taken a detour, they would not have been alarmed at all.

Fei Yin glanced twice at the place where the wolves were entrenched, and there was an indecisive expression on her face: in her eyes, these huge and ferocious beasts were nothing more than a pile of gold coins with claws and fur, and it was really unwilling to let them go like this; But until now, before we had made it up the hill, everyone's pockets were almost two-thirds full, and at this rate there might be nowhere to put the more valuable loot that would be taken from the robbers. Waste of time or money? This is obviously a difficult choice for fans of magical fortune.

"What's your mother-in-law? Kill them all first! "Just as Fei Yin was hesitating, the other one of us was already rushing out single-handedly. All you have to hear is his rude language and hoarse and reckless voice to know that our pastor has gone berserk again.

If the magician Fei Yin is only immersed in the exchange of money and does not lack some basic rational judgment about other things that do not involve money, then the dwarf named Longbow Shooting Sun is completely hopeless—in Fei Yin's evaluation—a perverted murderer. He is a typical worshipper of violence, a bloodthirsty maniac, a corpse abuser, and an unquenchable mania for killing that comes from deep in his blood. He definitely has the potential to be a good berserker, and as long as there is a living opponent, he will not regain his senses. Even the most ferocious of demonic beasts would feel ashamed in front of his fierce and brave figure. As for his profession as a priest – that's an absolute irony: who has ever seen such a priest who would charge into battle with a stick?

The weapon of the longbow to shoot the sun is definitely worth mentioning. When we first met the battle, I stood in front of him and Fei Yin with my shield held high as usual, but I didn't expect him to rush out from under my belt with a single charge, and meet a level 8 hyena. He held a short staff in his hand, about the length of my forearm—of course, it looked longer in the dwarves' hands. Just when I decided that he was going to be taught a lesson for this stupid act, his astonishing behavior immediately starved my brain of oxygen......

He grabbed the ends of the staff with both hands, pulled it hard from side to side, and actually pulled it into two sections, connected by an iron chain in the middle. Then, he clenched one end and slammed his backhand, and in a vague and rhythmic voice, he muttered aloud, "Use the nunchuck, hum ha-ha-......", and the other end of the staff, wrapped in iron, slammed into the hyena's chin, until it was full of spring.

The dwarven priest who got the cheap did not give up, and chased after him with two staves. The staff flew up and down between his hands, elbows, and waist, like a juggling, and it was like a juggling daze, only to see the shadow of the stick, like a curtain of light enveloping him, accompanied by his incessant "humming, ......" scream, it was hard not to feel a violent beauty with extreme contrast.

A priest in cloth armor, holding two short sticks in his hand, just close to his body, overturned four seven or eight level hyenas in an instant, while I, a warrior with a sharp sword, were still entangled with two hyenas, and this huge gap made me a little disheartened. Later, I was told that the deputy of the longbow shooter was a weaponmaker, and that the staff he held called the "nunchuck" was his own proud work. This was originally the first staff he had tried to make, and he failed without any suspense. Unexpectedly, he had an idea and added an iron chain between the two broken staffs, which actually made him successful.

This strangely shaped staff is a true murder weapon, the heavy iron skin wrapped around the ends of the staff adds 3 points to its attack power, and the attack speed of this short staff is far superior to other weapons. What is incomprehensible is that this one looks like a burning stick together, and when it is separated, it looks like a ...... Well...... A short-handled strike weapon that does not add any magic power or magic effect, such as two burning sticks, is actually recognized as a "magic staff".

And the most eye-shattering thing is that the violent flurry skill revealed in the battle of the longbow shooting sun is actually a kind of magic, and it is a magic that he has comprehended himself. This so-called "magic", which looks like fighting art no matter how you look at it, was given a name by its creator - "Jeet Kune Do". And the "hum ha-ha-huh" that he kept chanting was a spell to activate this magic.

It was the first time I had ever seen "magic" with fists, kicks, and sticks. This "magic" is said to produce a magical shield-like effect, which reflects 50% of an enemy's melee attacks and has a 20% chance of dealing three times the physical damage to nearby enemies. On top of that, it consumes real mana – and it consumes very quickly.

Now, the longbow has rushed to the middle of the pack of "mountain wolves", and has unleashed his strange and passionate magic. We had no choice but to follow him and kill him. I have to admit that despite his inexplicable frenzy for combat, he wasn't completely carried away. Quite occasionally, he'd suddenly remembered his role as a "priest" and "accidentally" used what little magic he had left to restore his teammates' dried life force - though, at least for me, his convulsive act of kindness always happened late after I poured a vial of life potion.

Even though there are five of us on our team, the reality is that you usually only see four of them in battle, and the one who disappears into thin air is the overweight Wanderer Yangtze River.

That's right, I'm talking about "disappearing". The Wanderer has an enviable class skill: "Stealth". This is a special ability that can hide out of thin air in front of enemies and make people blind. This is not a form of magic, but a special technique, supposedly due to the fact that they can find the "blind spot" in the opponent's vision in the shortest possible time and hide in it until they find a chance to kill the opponent.

I really can't imagine how the Yangtze River Delta did this. According to this principle, I always feel that if he wants to be invisible, there may be a situation like this: when the left half of his body is hidden in the opponent's blind spot, the right half of his body will be revealed without suspense; And when he hides the right half of his body, the left half of his body will immediately have nothing to hide. But in fact, by the time we struck the wolves, his broad figure had disappeared into the shade of the afternoon trees.

Despite its comical size, the Yangtze River Delta does have the gift of being a wanderer. Even in peacetime, his actions are unusually obscene: he likes to walk in dark places with thick shadows, hates the sun, always walks close to the side of the road, the roots of trees, or the side of rocks, his steps are small and dense, and sometimes he habitually throws stones three steps in front of his feet, as if to test whether there is a trap.

And once it enters the combat state, the Yangtze River Delta can do more than that. Even if he is not in a state of stealth, his pace of movement is very erratic, like an inflated ghost, interspersed between the gaps in the melee with a position that can be called "****", and he loses no time in picking up a bargain. He's the most agile fat guy I've ever met, and the meanest guy I've ever seen.

This is not ironic, for a combat-ready wanderer, "mean" is the highest praise that can be given to him.

The Yangtze River Delta showed me his dagger, but he didn't often use this insidious left-handed weapon. More often than not, he prefers to solve problems with a hammer in his right hand. He's a conservative opportunist, and I never seem to have seen him attack a beast face to face. He always flashed his sinister figure from behind the enemy, and his head was a hammer, smashing the enemy into a dizzy and immobile. Only when his opponent is on the verge of death and his life is at the bottom, he will brutally strangle the enemy's throat with a dagger and deliver a fatal blow to him.

The complete opposite of the longbow shooting the sun, the Yangtze River Delta is a guy who can always stay calm. He always picks the opponent at the first time, picks out the strongest enemy, and knocks him out in the back, which makes us – mainly me – a lot less pressure on the defense. And his very targeted way of killing also makes our battles easier and more effective.

In this way, after we slaughtered the last beasts, stripped off the last skins, pulled out the last teeth, and scraped the last layer of oily and watery ground under the leadership of Fei Yin, the road up the mountain finally appeared in front of us.