Half a day.

Zhang Zecai's eyes flickered and looked at the priest, and he pretended to smile lightly: "I said Charles, you won't come to the truth, right?" I guess you must be joking. ”

"I'm serious." The pastor's next solemn words made Zhang Ze shut his mouth.

"Hoo ......"

Long Yan and Wing Feng were the first to recover, after all, they were not members of Nordasil in the first place, and they could still barely accept the words of the Ability Priest.

The elven druid let out a long breath, his previous warm smile a little stiff, and muttered, "...... Rebuilding Noldashir? ”

"In 'Dawn'?"

Although the holy warrior's face was paralyzed, his eyes were clearly full of suspicion.

Dawn is different from previous holographic games, and the map is far bigger than all players imagined. And the game from the time of Nodashir, the whole game is about the same size as Cormier. Therefore, if the pastor wants to rebuild Nodashir, it is just a matter of words, and if it is implemented, in the Chinese proverb, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky, right?

'The Roof of Nodashir', which was called the Terminator of Honor in that era, wouldn't it become a laughing stock if it couldn't restore its past results and rebuild it? In fact, Long Yan agreed with Qi Guangming's words in his heart, the past tense is the past tense, but with his character, he won't say it.

In addition to the silent female wanderer, there was also an unknown reason, tilting her head slightly, looking at her local tyrant evil magician, Zhang Ze, Yifeng and Long Yan's reactions, all fell in the eyes of Xia Er.

"Is this really a willful decision?"

Although the idea has been hidden in his heart for a long time and has never been revealed to others, Charles thought that at least Zhang Ze would support him, but now even he has self-doubt.

The party ended in an eerie atmosphere.

The elf druid patted Long Yan on the shoulder, gave him a look, and the pair left one after another. Charles also frowned and walked out of the Twilight Tavern.

The female wanderer followed him like a shadow.

Zhang Ze sat in the tavern for a while, wrinkled his nose and sniffed the roast leg of lamb that was still left on the plate, and muttered as he grabbed it: "It's a shame to waste." ”

"Looks like I'll do the finishing touches."

As soon as he took a bite, the honey juice of the golden roast leg of lamb flowed into his mouth, but there was a sound next to him that startled him.

"What kind of organization is the roof of Nodashiel?" The sorcerer hadn't left yet, and sat on a stool to watch the mage.

"Oh, oh. You said it was Nordasil......"

Zhang Ze looked flattered, hurriedly threw away the roast leg of lamb, wiped the oil on his mouth, and said with a smile: "This is not an organization, more precisely, it is a casual group formed by players spontaneously." ”

"There were twenty-nine of us, but then there was one less, and the group was disbanded. Because the man was gone, Charles said at the time, the group had lost its existence. ”

"Then Nodashir was disbanded." Zhang Ze shrugged his shoulders, "Don't look at Qi Guangming like that just now, in fact, he is also an old member of the early stage of Nordahill, the deeper the love, the deeper the injury." There weren't many people in the regiment who dared to yell at Charles, and he was one of them. ”

"Charles is the creator?" Haunted by curiosity.

"Specifically, one of the creators. The one who left was our leader, and Charles should be in a position similar to that of a spiritual leader. Zhang Ze said.

"And what do you think of his decision now?"

He propped his arms onto the table, crossed his palms against his white chin, and stared at the mage curiously. Zhang Ze instantly felt Alexander.

"Uh......"

Zhang Ze glanced around, lowered his voice and said, "I'll be honest with you, don't sell me when you turn around, I don't dare to say these words to Charles." ”

"Actually, Long Yan and Yifeng have the same ideas as me."

"If you want me to say, since Nodashir has been disbanded, then it should be made a legend. I'd love the name to be mentioned by players, but ......"

Sighing, Zhang Ze shook his head and said gloomily: "The times are different, now is the era of "Dawn". Did you know that on the official map, the Kingdom of Cormier can only be found with a magnifying glass? ”

"So you know how vast the Material Continent is."

"You count, how many cities there are in Cormier, and now I have only explored a small part of the Imperial Capital Susar area, and there are too many copies, ruins, etc. Even if Nordahir is rebuilt, it will not be possible to achieve what it was at the beginning. ”

"So it's still in memory."

Zhang Ze said helplessly.

"Has anyone ever said that it's because you've played too many games and then you're getting old?" Haunted by Zhang Ze's words, he couldn't deny it, but asked softly.

Zhang Ze was stunned for a moment, looking at the cherry blossom-colored lips that appeared under the sorcerer's hood, and there was a hint of playfulness in his smile.

"Hey......" Zhang Ze stopped the sorcerer, wanting to ask what he meant, but the sorcerer glanced at him and walked out of the tavern.

……

The Shire have never been a cannon talker.

Although the reactions of his dead friends, Qi Guangming and others made his mood shake, at this time the pastor had regained his composure.

It's normal to be skeptical, because even he doesn't believe it himself. But the decision to rebuild Nodashir, which had been brewing in his heart for a long time, was definitely not a whim, let alone a willful decision.

Some things have to be proven by deeds. So Charles decided to leave Susar tomorrow and go north with the [Magic Painting], first go to Arabe, find a woman who is very important to him, and ask her for her opinion on his rebuilding of Nodashir.

Because Nodashir is not his alone, but twenty-nine people who burst their livers day and night. Charles wasn't the head of the group, and neither was the woman, but no one dared to disobey her words.

"Qing Xuan, follow me to the aristocratic district first."

Charles felt that the wanderers around him could still be relied upon, and thought to himself, "That noble lady doesn't know what happened. First of all, some side details of the [Magic Painting] quest have been solved. ”

Fingertip quicksand nodded. Wanderers never give much advice.

"It is said that last night on the side of Sword Bay Deep Water City, a level 10 player appeared. Although it is said that it is close to the barbarian border, orcs and monsters are everywhere, and it is easy to gain experience, but this progress is too fast, and we are 300,000 experience short of him. ”

Walking down the boulevard of the aristocratic quarter, Charles sighed to the wanderer next to him and said, "The difference of 300,000 experience is too terrible. Qingxuan, what level are you now? ”

"Level 6, 30% of the upgrade progress." The wanderer quickened his pace and walked alongside him.

"One level more than me."

Charles nodded. The level progress of his friends was as he expected, and he had recently either done tasks or gone to the Crown Hall to read books, and the time was spent outside of experience, so he naturally fell behind.

"If you want to rebuild Nordasil, the first step is not to fall behind in the ranks, right?" The priest seemed to be talking to himself, his fingertips tilting his head and squinting at him, his hood covering the expression on her face.

She wasn't a member of Nodashir, so she was a little uninformed.

The two walked to Carol Manor.

Mary, the Woodland Witch, stood in the open doorway, smiling kindly at the Coming priest and bowing her head in a sorcereral ritual to show her respect.

"Thank you, Reverend Charles, Mademoiselle has woken up."

"Tomorrow I will take her to the temple of Sheenworth again, and ask the priest there to baptize her once, and the evil aura on the young lady will almost be scattered."

Sheenworth was the goddess of nobility, and her followers were mostly leaders, polymaths, and aristocrats.

Charles was not surprised by the result. The [Magic Painting] was taken away by him, and the negative energy field in the noble lady's bedroom naturally disappeared.

The woodland witch welcomed the two into the hall of the manor, then turned and left, presumably to pick up the noble lady.

"Woodland witch?" Charles looked around the domed hall.

Ancestor Carol, who was once a member of the Royal Mage Guild, and his status is not low, it is said that he is a witch whose strength is close to the legendary level.

Some people say that Carol women have the blood of the Silver Moon Federation Elves, and they are not ordinary elves, and it is possible for both the Sun Elves and the Moon Elves. Charles was also on the aristocratic lady's slightly pointed ears, confirming the speculation in the books.

"Shire ......"

Miss Noble appeared at the door of the hall. She no longer needed to be supported, her long golden hair was scattered over her shoulders, but at this time the aristocratic lady was only wearing a thin silk pajamas, and a pair of plush slippers on her feet, revealing a bit of a homely girl's taste.

"Let me thank you." Cathy bowed deeply in front of Charles, her fair cheeks flushed with shyness, "I was confused by the magic painting a few days ago, Charles, don't ......"

"I know." The priest smiled slightly, relieving the noble lady of embarrassment, and Cathy was visibly relieved as she straightened up.

At this time, Mary, the witch of the woodland, and another little maid, Ya'er, appeared at the door of the hall.

Charles also heard heavy footsteps, which appeared to be of a constructed being.

"Charles, you come with me."

With a mysterious smile, the aristocratic lady motioned for the priest and his companion to follow her out of the hall. The witch and Ya'er stood around an iron golem, and the object in the hand of the tall iron golem immediately attracted the attention of the Holy Coming priest.

It was a piece of armor covered with large golden feathers, shining in the moonlight.

Looking through the feathers, you can see that the armor itself is in the style of chain mail, and the metal ring buckles with a bright golden light are connected into pieces to form this armor.

"Adamantite armor?"

Charles sucked in.

Even a shoddy Adamantite armor that does not contain magical aura, and relies only on the hidden damage reduction attribute, it will cost at least tens of thousands of gold coins in the aboriginal blacksmith shop.

What's more, the Eagle Feather Essence Gold Armor in the Iron Golem's hand is obviously enchanted, and it may still be elven craftsmanship, with light lines.

"Charles, this is the only piece of armor left in Carol's treasury."

"It's the guardian knight of the Carol Inheritor, and it's the equipment that only qualified to use."

"But, in the name of Carol, I now officially give it to you."

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(This chapter was sent in advance, so it wasn't updated at 17 pm.) Ask for a recommendation, collection, there are only two small recommendations next week, woo woo. ）