I've always felt that my life was made up of one coincidence after another. These coincidences seem to have been skillfully put together by a mysterious hand that showed me the way forward at the most opportune time, connecting my life into a smooth and complete long line.

Sometimes, I even have the inexplicable thought that my life is nothing more than a plot that has been orchestrated for a long time, and is slowly coming to its end according to a certain established procedure.

When these coincidences appear in succession and lead us into the orbit of life in the face of choices, it takes on a whole new name - destiny!

Yes, perhaps the slightest change in our lives is succumbed to the power of fate, so light that for the vast majority of the time you are not even aware of it; At the same time, it is indestructible, and whether you obey or resist, you must follow its guidance to complete your life.

When I was in my thirty-fifth level, I happened to be in Reed City. It is an important commercial town in the northwest of the kingdom of Teremea, and is the second largest port in the middle reaches of the Chenxi River, with convenient transportation and abundant products.

You could totally say that this is a coincidence, I was just at this time

"Happeningly" to be in the city, and if I had leveled up a little faster, or a little slower, I might have been stuck in some unknown corner instead of walking down the streets of this magnificent city.

However, when I delivered the consignment package to Lieutenant Colonel Campbell, the garrison officer of Reed City, and completed the last assignment I had accepted, and then appeared beside him, the strong, well-armed, burly woman standing beside him was a trainer of the warriors, I had to attribute this coincidence to fate.

I've said that long before I reached level thirty-five, I had set my goal for a career change - to become a samurai.

In Valen Fortress, I searched every corner, but I didn't find a warrior trainer; Just as I had just arrived outside of Reed, killed the sludge monster, and successfully reached level thirty-five, I was still worried about when I would find the guide that would make me a warrior, but I didn't expect her to appear so timely, as if the omnipotent Supreme God had heard my request and sent her to my side.

"Hey, boy, don't think you're strong enough, you seem to me to be as fragile as a broken broom, and I can break your neck with just the armpits. Get out of the way, unless you want to go one step further in your quest for power! As I approached, the sturdy warrior trainer looked at me contemptuously and said rudely.

I have to admit that as a man, it was a bit of a shame to be questioned by a woman about my strength, and I might have to be taught in her fighting skills in the future, but I sancessibly avoided conflict with her.

On the one hand, Lieutenant Colonel Campbell and his attendants were standing aside, and I guess he would not allow me to spoil the peace of the city in his presence because I had brought a gift from his friend; On the other hand, the instinct to fight made me instinctively intimidated by the woman in front of me.

Even though she's just a woman, and we can say she's a woman of good looks, when I confront her, I seem to feel the dangerous aura emanating from her body—a martial artist with this aura that is by no means capable of a half-tone warrior like me.

I stole a glance at the female warrior trainer, her shoulders were broad and thick, and although her arms were not very thick, their strong and elastic muscles still drew many clear and strong lines on them, making people feel that these two arms were ready to burst out with deadly power at any time.

Her chest muscles were so high that she couldn't even fully fold the armor on her body, and she had to expose a large round chest...... Oh, of course, it didn't seem to be exactly the pectoral muscles, and realizing this, I immediately looked away with great restraint - well, well, I frankly admit, and I couldn't help but gouge my eyes at the bronzed bosom as I looked away.

"I hope to be a warrior, ma'am." I replied solemnly.

"You must prove your courage and will first......" she looked at me with a defiant gaze,

“…… To the north there is a village called Albert, and now, a group of trolls have slaughtered its inhabitants and made it their camp. Sooner or later we'll make them pay for blood, but until then, Jefflitz #8226; Kidd, you're going to break into their camp, bring back their ugly tribal flags, and use your actions to demoralize them. The moment you hand over the banner to me, it's time for you to become a warrior! "Trolls were once an indigenous race living on the continent of Falvi, and I've heard many rumors about their lineage.

Some say that trolls and elves once had the same ancestors in our unknown distant history, and that their long, slender, straight ears are proof of this argument; There is also a theory that trolls and orcs are very similar in blood, as they both have blue-green skin and two thick fangs on their lips.

But now, these tall, clumsy, ugly-looking, brutal creatures have become persona non grata across the continent of Falvi, synonymous with depravity, betrayal, viciousness, and mercenary, all because of the war two hundred years ago.

In war, the troll lords, the sinister and treacherous evil sorcerers,

The "Hand of the Void" Mlak led his people to the end of the world, becoming his right-hand man in trampling and ravaging the inhabitants of the continent.

while

"Guardian of the Firmament" Dedotan summoned

After the magic of the "Devouring Gate", most of the trolls disappeared along with their masters along with the devoured continent, but there are still some scattered troll tribes left on the Falvi continent.

They are the public enemies of the entire continent, and the most ruthless and despicable thieves and bandits on the continent, killing pedestrians and sacking villages, even women and children.

I was glad to have the opportunity to teach these bandits a lesson, and gladly accepted the task. Following the guidance of the warrior trainer, I left Reed City and headed north, and it wasn't long before the ruins of a village appeared in front of me.

It should have been a quiet and relaxed mountain village, with rows of simple but sturdy huts stretching across the south side of a hill, bathed in warm sunshine.

The cottage is surrounded by a wheat field with a path leading to an orchard on a hillside not far away.

The village has a small barn and a small livestock pen, which should be shared by the few households here.

Although it is a small village that is simple to the extreme, it is touching that there is actually a temple dedicated to the supreme god Darimus, the temple is located on a high ground in the west of the village, on the left side near the next rock, and next to the cliff behind, is a small two-story stone house, the first floor is the seat of the supreme god, and the second floor is probably the only monk's residence here.

It's easy to think of the idea that on a Sunday, the only two dozen or so inhabitants of the village gather in this small temple, and they know each other, not only neighbors, but also friends, and perhaps many of them are related to each other.

Here they worship and listen to the monks explain the words of God's wisdom, each with a calm and friendly smile on their faces.

What a heartwarming scene it must be. But now, the big, green-skinned robbers had ruined it all: many of the houses had been burned off, many of the walls had been half collapsed, all the doors and windows had been destroyed, leaving the warm huts that had sheltered people from the wind and rain bare in the open air.

The wheat fields were burned to the ground, and the orchards were cut down and burned to the ground, until only the last few remained, standing in the middle of the orchard in a skeletal and desolate manner.

There was a large hole in the wall of the barn, the cattle pens were littered with gnawed bones, wisps of smoke were still rising in many parts of the village, and some of the walls were embedded with blood-stained knives and axes and arrowheads.

In the ruins of this ruined mountain village, traces of a tragic massacre can be found everywhere.

Fighting back my anger, I lurked behind a charred tree by the side of the path, carefully observing the ruins of the village: the attacker was a man named The "Dirty Axe" troll tribe, at this time, there are about thirty Dirty Axe trolls scattered all over the village, most of them are warriors armed with heavy one-handed axes, but there are also a few shamans in robes.

They placed their tribe's red fanged banner in the temple hall of the Most High God, the largest building in the village, and was planted in the center of the altar where the statue of the Most High God had been placed, which they had toppled to the ground.

From my point of view, I could see that the broken head of the idol had rolled to the wall, and the face of the High God Darimus had knocked off half of its nose and was facing a rat hole in the corner, no longer being merciful and majestic.

From my current hiding place to the temple, it was about fifty paces or so. There are a total of four Dirty Axe Troll Sentry posts in between, each consisting of two

"Dirty axe beheading" and one

"Dirty Axe Conjuring" composition. In addition to this, there are four trolls who are divided into two groups of mobile sentinels and patrol the village.

They were all thirty-two or three-level combatants, and if it was a one-on-one fight, I would be sure enough to subdue them, but if they swarmed up, I was afraid that I would only have to be dismembered by the blades.

Rationally, I did not act rashly, but crouched down and watched their actions. Slowly, I realized my chance: the fixed troll sentry posts were loosely arranged and didn't completely block the road into the village, as long as I could keep enough distance and use the cover of rocks and trees to sneak into the village safely.

After going around the temple, the two groups of sentinels would turn to the back of the house, make a *** along the temple wall, and then walk in the opposite direction to each other.

It's not a long time, but if I get a good grasp of the time difference and move quickly, it's enough for me to enter the temple.

After much observation, I was sure of my own inferences and made up my mind to give it a try. Just as I was groping my way up the hill to get around the first troll outpost, I suddenly saw a sturdy figure flash across the village.