Richard Best was born into a brave and warlike Leopard Clan, but not a warrior. When he was born, due to the negligence of his parents, he broke his leg, which made him unable to run as fast as other children of the leopard tribe, and naturally he did not have the opportunity to enlist in the army as an adult.

The leg disease failed to break the young man's backbone, and after the leg disease was cured, he relied on his skills to find a job working at height in the aristocratic circle.

The Orc Kingdom does not have a variety of construction equipment like the Human Empire, and many dangerous jobs require workers to climb high on their own. And in recent years, I don't know who has risen in the limelight, and the aristocracy has become more and more fond of building their own buildings to show off their family's wealth and status, which has attracted many people to follow suit.

However, although there are many orc races, there are very few orcs who are not afraid of heights and can maintain agility at high altitudes. There are many orcs who think they are skilled and take jobs from the nobles, but in the end they are planted in high-altitude work, either falling half to death or going up but not coming down because of fear of heights.

But among these people, Best is an exception.

After he recovered from a leg ailment, he was always able to single-handedly complete the demanding construction requirements of the nobles with his natural skills, strong sense of balance and keen judgment of things, and gradually became famous in his hometown, and his income also made him worry-free.

But he would often sit on the roof late at night, looking at the bright stars in the sky, and feel a voice whispering to him in the depths of his heart: This is not the life you want.

He soothed his restless heart as he told himself that he had only one chance missing.

Until one day, a temple priest came to his village, told everyone that a place called Guangguang Ye in the northern province was in short supply, and posted a recruitment poster on the village's bulletin board, telling them that if anyone was willing to join the front line to serve the country, they could sign up at the local temple branch for a day limit.

The story of the victory over the human invaders in the northern province of Guangming Ye has long been famous under the dual propaganda of the temple and the council, and even the rural farmers in the most remote areas of the kingdom have known about this place by word of mouth.

The vast majority of young adults have a passionate dream in their hearts, longing for the day when they can wear armor and sword to kill the enemy, and then return to their hometown with a beautiful woman.

Moreover, Guangmingye was not subordinate to the military department, and the conscription requirements were far less stringent than those of the regular army, and it was a well-known place that had won battles.

The next moment, however, the strange demands on the bulletin board left them scratching their heads.

Not afraid of heights, excellent fighting quality, weighing less than 90 kg, height about 180 cm, with an excellent sense of balance and direction, all of which are indispensable.

If one or two of these requirements were taken out alone, the young people in the village could meet the conditions, but when all these conditions were taken together, it could be said that the people who met the requirements could hardly be found. Especially the deliberately red "not afraid of heights" at the beginning is the most puzzling, they are not a swan or an eagle, and they don't need to go to heaven, why is there such a strange condition?

Some people try their luck by hiding the truth, or maybe the interviewer will consider it "at their discretion" during the interview, but the thought of signing up for the temple branch immediately dispels this stupid and ridiculous idea.

Lying about a noble and sacred sacrifice?

Best's eyes lit up in the crowd.

He felt that the opportunity to change his fate had finally come knocking on the door.

He immediately traveled to a town more than a dozen kilometers from the village, where the temple branch office was located. With excitement in his heart, he was greeted by the clerical staff of the temple branch and handed him a form.

"Resume?" Bester was a little confused, he had never seen anything like this before.

"Yes, this is a special request from the Lord of the Bright Field, and we are just doing business. The civilian handed over a pen, "Can you write?"

"Yes. "Best was exposed to such a formal form for the first time, but he quickly got used to it, filling out the details about himself and handing it to the civilian staff.

After collecting their resumes and verifying them with the basic information of the urban and rural population, the civilian staff smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Best, you have passed the preliminary examination." ”

Best's heart tightened, he knew that it was a matter of whether he could go to the Bright Field, and the interview could not be done just by sitting in the office of the temple branch and filling out a form. Since it is recruiting soldiers to go to the battlefield, the physical fitness test is a hurdle that cannot be bypassed.

"So, sir, where do I go for the second round of interviews?"

Best secretly rubbed his leg muscles, he had not given up exercising in all the years since his leg disease was healed, although his physical fitness was not as good as that of other clansmen, but if he lowered the requirements to half, he thought he should still have a chance.

"This next round of testing is for Lord Bright Field to interview you personally. Said the civilian officer.

"You mean to say... I'm going to the Bright Field?" asked Best excitedly.

"The temple attaches great importance to this matter, and has arranged for people to escort you to Guangmingye to participate in the final assessment, and the escort team will leave for Guangmingye tomorrow morning, you can bring your clothes when you go back, and you will be covered with food and accommodation on the way. ”

The civilian staff put his resume into a file bag and handed it to Best, and patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, the opportunity is not easy, work hard." ”

Best hugged the document bag tightly in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

It was discovered that Best, who was the first to get up every morning in the village, did not see his shadow today. It stands to reason that a great craftsman in the eyes of an aristocrat like him has no reason to put a lot of lists and not sleep lazy, which is not in line with his character.

He and a few friends he knew looked on the windowsill and found that Best was not at home, the small room was spotlessly cleaned, and the beds were neatly folded. If it weren't for the fact that Best has lived here for more than ten years, everyone would probably think that this is a haunted house that no one has lived in for a long time.

"Best... It's a long way off. An old man in the village saw the ornaments through the window and said slowly, "I just don't know if he will come back." ”

Standing on the beast cart, with his back to the rising sun, Best looked in the direction of the village, and closed his eyes as his hometown faded below the horizon.

He knew very well that if he was gone, it was very likely that he would not come back in the future. No matter what kind of problem the Lord of the Light Wild might have, he swore that he would do his best to complete it, just for the flame in his heart that had never been extinguished.

He is willing to devote himself to the distant land where the future is uncertain, and to dream forever.