Traveling isn't as fun as you might think.

For example, now Charles and his party of three are riding bantam horses on the road leading to the galaxy in Susar, and all the way through the woods and wilderness in addition to the merchants and adventurers. Monsters or something, robbers or something, I really think too much.

This is still a Susar area, there are more people than strange, and it is an extremely prosperous trade route, so the three of them can only follow the butt of the merchant group on horseback, and walk slowly, and they can't go as fast as they want.

This was the case all morning.

Charles is okay, he has his own magic skills. The female wanderer grabbed the reins of him and led the way, while he sat leisurely on horseback, pulled out the knowledge books he had scavenged from the necromancer's study, and began to make up for his knowledge and skills.

The disadvantage of a priest's choice of knowledge is that all knowledge and skills (religious, mystical, historical, plane, etc.) become their own skills.

However, the limited skill points of the priest after upgrading should be added to the 'medical', 'focus' and 'spell identification', but the knowledge and skills are related to the future career advancement and a series of verification values, so it still needs to be added, but it can't be added with upgraded skill points, so it can only be made up by the priest's own efforts.

At this point, the player and the aboriginal are actually on the same page.

Haunted also rode a horse and followed the priest. She rounded back and forth between the priest and the wanderer with a curious gaze, and it was obvious that the man and woman had known each other for a long time, and not just for the first time. And the wanderer is also content with the role of his own coolie.

The sorcerer was interested in their relationship. But for personality reasons, she doesn't gossip.

What haunted me even more was that the priest was tied to the horse's buttocks and wrapped in a thick layer of black cloth, and the boxy object looked like a picture frame, but why didn't it be thrown into the backpack and put it.

"Reading done."

"+1 for local knowledge."

Finally, a row of data appeared in front of me.

Charles closed the book, tossed it back into his backpack, and looked up to open his eyes.

Then he froze.

It turned out that before I knew it, the horses stopped, and there was a serious blockage on the avenue. There was a group of merchants coming behind, and there were endless heads of people in front of them. The pastor felt that something big had happened.

Although the trade route from the port of Sussar, through the galaxy, and at the fork in the road to neighboring Sambia, has always been busy, I have never heard of a road blockage.

Something must have happened up ahead.

Charles jumped off the bantam and straightened his priest's robes. He doesn't wear armor in his spare time, which is convenient for action, anyway, it's easy for players to change their clothes, and it's just a matter of command, not as troublesome as the aborigines, and even needs human assistance.

He found a team of aboriginal adventurers and smiled at the leader, "Hello, adventurer, I am the priesthood of Ogma. ”

"Hello." The Adventure Captain's worried face barely pulled out a smile.

"May I ask what happened in the Xinghe section ahead?" Charles wondered.

"Yes......"

The adventure captain hesitated for a moment, feeling that there was nothing to hide, so he continued: "Listening to the guards of the Great Merchant Clan, there is a fish-man tribe in the lower reaches of the Star River that is migrating against the current. ”

"Fish-man tribe, migrating against the current?" Shardon raised his eyebrows, keenly aware that the anomaly of the fish-man tribe might be related to the dispute between the two legends of Longhu last night. He asked, "What exactly is the fish-man tribe?" ”

"Sawa Fishman." The Adventure Captain lowered his voice.

"Interesting."

With a slight tilt of his mouth, Charles said goodbye to the adventure captain and returned to his bantam.

"I think we've got a regional mission." The priest smiled at the wanderer and the sorcerer, "It may be that the storm in Dragon Lake last night drove a tribe of sofa fishmen ashore. ”

The Fish-Man is an orderly, evil creature.

Often referred to as water demons by coastal dwellers, they will organize the predation of the shore, slaughtering humans and robbing livestock. Of course, the Sawa Fishmen will also attack ships on the river and sea. Not far in front of the road was the galaxy, and a group of fishmen approached, and the merchants were right to be worried.

Charles knows that ordinary swashua fishmen are allergic to freshwater and temporarily blind when exposed to bright light. The ocean is their paradise, and there must be a deep-seated reason why this fish-man tribe migrated along the estuary of the galaxy. But the priest didn't bother to think too much about it.

"Sawa Fishman?" The quicksand at the fingertips didn't know much about the fish-people, and the haunting of the soul showed a little interest.

"If it's a small tribe, then there should be 200 or 300 fish-man warriors, and some of those merchants are busy, so let's wait and see what happens. Maybe someone will turn around and go back to Susar, please move the Purple Dragon Legion. Charles laughed.

Then things turned out as the pastor expected.

The road congestion became more and more serious, and the owners of the large merchant groups gathered the heads of the small merchant groups, as well as the captains of the adventurers, gathered in a temporary camp and began to discuss how to drive the fish-man tribe away.

The largest town in the vicinity had about 1,000 inhabitants, so it was impossible to send more than 100 regular troops to help. And if the messenger is allowed to return to Susar the same way and invite the Purple Dragon Legion, it will take half a day's effort.

It's noon, and it's the best time to deal with the Sawa Fish-Man Tribe, and Daylight will greatly weaken the Fish-Man Warriors' combat power. And if it drags on until late in the evening or even into the night, the situation becomes even worse.

Most of the guards of the merchant group are served by the adventurer Si'an, and the monsters are rich in knowledge, so they naturally know how to deal with the fish-man tribe, and they don't have to worry about the priest.

Soon after, the businessmen in the meeting dispersed. A group of elite guards was drawn out and gathered on the wasteland, about a hundred people. More than a dozen adventuring squads received the commission promised by the merchant and roamed around the convoy.

Finally, there's the player.

The team of players on the avenue is not small, and there are also a very small number of lone wanderers. Including Charles, fingertip quicksand, and haunting dreams, the players all had a tacit understanding and walked to the makeshift tent.

A middle-aged soldier in charge of overall command, wearing silver full-body armor and carrying a heavy shield with knife marks, looked at the group of Holy Arrivals in front of him.

"To be honest, I don't believe in your strength, Holy Presence."

The middle-aged warrior spoke in a deep voice and said, "What is the impression that the Holy Presence has given us?" Arrogance, arrogance, disorganization, undisciplined. I don't think you can bring peace to the continent, but rather a catalyst for war. ”

"But now the time has come to prove yourselves, and let me see your attitude, Holy Presence." The middle-aged warrior pointed to a long table beside him, on which were placed money bags full of gold coins.

Other players may hesitate and disdain the warrior when they hear it.

But after Charles nodded to the sorcerer and the wanderer, the three of them stepped forward in unison, each grabbing a purse. At the same time, the prompt for receiving regional tasks also appeared in front of the three of them:

"[Galaxy - The Fish-Man Tribe Against the Current] (accepted)."

A blue regional mission.

Each player is required to kill at least 3 Fishman Warriors and 1 Elite Fishman, and one of the rewards is this money bag, which contains 50 gold coins.

When the regional mission is settled, the experience points will be distributed according to the team's contribution, plus the experience gained from killing monsters, this is undoubtedly an upgrade feast. Charles could not have imagined that he would be so lucky, as soon as he arrived at the border of the Susal region, he encountered a regional mission.

It seems that the last regional mission was at the Gnoll Pass in Eagle Peak Town.

Charles dared to conclude that the escape of the Sawa fish-people tribe to the freshwater river for refuge was inseparable from the fight between the two legends at sea last night. Perhaps there will be a series of interesting ripple effects to follow.

"Very well, Priest of the Holy Arrivals, I'm Demps, behave well."

The middle-aged warrior cast an appreciative glance at the charr. It seems that the first players to accept the quest will receive hidden rewards such as a change in the character's attitude.

Charles leaned over slightly, and then led the wanderer and the sorcerer to join the convoy and the adventurer.

The Native Adventurers are not friendly to the player, as most adventurers believe that the Arrivals have robbed them of their livelihood and will make their lives increasingly difficult.

Most of the Guardian Regiment's warriors also ignored the Charles. They are between level 15 and 20 and are the main force against the Fish-Man Tribe, and the players and adventurers are only auxiliary troops.

After the mission was issued, Demps took his sword and shield and led the mixed army to the lower reaches of the galaxy.

It's two or three miles away from the avenue.

On the tidal flats facing the river.

Demps waved his hand to stop the legion of two hundred, and nodded to the agile scouts of the guards, who carried their cloth bags and galloped to the riverbank, dumping the dust objects in the bags.

"Interesting, it's a sunburn fan." Charles moved his nose along the river fan, smelling a hint of red dust.

"Sun Flame Powder?"

The quicksand on their fingertips and the haunting dreams glanced at each other, obviously not understanding what this alchemy dust did.

"Ready to fight!"

Instead of explaining, Charles changed into a 'Viper Cloak', wearing the 'Eagle Feather Armor' on the inside, a silver light steel shield on his left arm, and a flame gauntlet sword in his right hand.

After two or three seconds, the sorcerer and the wanderer knew the effect of the sunburn powder.

A layer of dust floats on the surface of the river, washes downstream along the river, and then slowly dissolves into the water, emitting a dazzling light. Suddenly, a large section of the river turned into a waterfall of light, and the white light was blazing, and the players and aboriginal warriors who witnessed this scene narrowed their eyes slightly.

"Plop"

"Plop"

"Plop"

Human eyes can't stand this kind of bright light, and the light-fearing Shahua fish-people can't do it either. Everyone immediately saw the lower section of the river rushing out of the fish-man with green bodies and sharp teeth in their mouths.

"Attack—"

Demps raised his sword and shield and thumped in the air.

First of all, a hundred well-trained merchant guards formed a shock formation, erected scale-like shields, held long swords or scimitars, and pressed towards the river bank step by step.

Then the aboriginal adventurers who followed the escort group took out their bows and crossbows, and threw arrows at an elevation angle in the front row of the merchant guards.

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(Update at 5 p.m. in advance.) At the end of the chapter, I ask for a strong recommendation.,Ask for a collection.。 It's a lot behind. ）