Chapter 42: The Journey
The noble lady's tone was solemn.
Charles suddenly remembered that when he completed the [Magic Painting] quest, one of the links of the "March of the Fallen", the system only gave him 500 experience points and a reward for the title of [Desecrater].
And this means that now this Eagle Feather Essence Gold Armor is his actual mission reward. But the priest forgot about it completely, and it was not until he was about to leave Susar that he chose to visit the aboriginal friends he had made at the library in the evening, so that the reward was postponed until now.
Patting his head, Charles felt dizzy from being hit by a pie in the sky.
The Iron Golem handed him the Adamantite Armor.
Charles took the medium-sized armor and weighed it, about 30 pounds, just like the light armor-shaped chainmail shirt he was wearing now, so it can be seen that the chainmail casting process is very good.
The palm of his hand stroked the large golden feather on the surface of the chain mail, and there was a warm feeling.
"[Eagle Feather Armor] +2
Type: Armor
Quality: Excellent
Effect: Medium change is aura, and the wearer gains +5 bonus in the perception test. In addition to this, this armor has two characteristics -
'Eagle's Majesty' (A large golden feather derived from the Dragon Eagle, which grants the wearer a +4 Charisma stat bonus and can be activated once a day for 10 minutes.) οΌ
'Medium Flight' (Activates the armor wings, allowing the wearer to fly at speeds between 60 feet and 100 feet, 3 times a day, each lasting 5 minutes.) οΌ
DESCRIPTION: Elven Crafted Adamantite Chainmail provides the wearer with superior damage reduction. This chainmail is a few years old, and it is clearly something that has been passed down from generation to generation. β
Excellent quality, purple text.
There was a faint hint of heat and excitement in Charles's eyes. He didn't expect that his first purple costume in "Dawn" was obtained because of the [Magic Painting] task.
And it was given by a female aborigine.
Needless to say, this piece of pure gold chain mail is precious. Not even Haber, the chief knight of the Temple of Ogmar, could possibly have such fine armor. Therefore, before the charr reaches the legendary realm, he may not need to worry about the armor problem.
In addition to the pure gold material of the chain mail itself, the layer of eagle feathers on the surface is not a simple thing.
The golden feathers are taken from the dragon eagle, and it is not an ordinary dragon eagle. The Golden Feather Dragon Eagle has always been the king of the clan, and I am afraid that only the fiercest elven warriors have the ability to tame the Dragon Eagle King and take its golden feathers to make enchanted armor.
Now Charles has no doubt that the ancestor of House Carol is a fairy witch.
Even if it falls, there is still a level 30 hero level woodland wizard Mary, the only bloodline of the guardian family, and I have to say that the background is terrifying.
After all, the noble lady has just recovered from a serious illness, and she was almost transformed into an undead creature by negative energy, and her body is still very weak. So after laughing and chatting with Charles for a while, she was helped back to the bedroom by the little maid Ya'er.
Mary the Witch sends Charles and Quicksand from the manor.
At the door, Mary leaned over again and said, "Pastor Charles, after this incident, I have decided to let Miss contact the wizarding world in advance. β
"She has the blood of a great High Elf, and she is naturally close to nature, and can use the magic energy from the fairy wilderness to the maximum. So I'm sure it won't be long before Miss becomes an official wizard. β
"High Elves?" Charles' eyes froze.
Yaling is not among the races that the player can choose from when creating a character, as this race has a buggy bloodline and is naturally good at arcane magic. In addition to this, the dexterous and elegant racial characteristics make Yaling also a clever wanderer.
Guided by a witch, Charles suspects that the next time he returns to Susar, it will take a lot of effort to suppress the noble lady.
Purple armor is left in the backpack.
Charles and Fingertip Quicksand walked out of the aristocratic quarters with a strange expression.
ββ¦β¦ You're doing a purple mission, right? The loiterer accosted. This is a rare thing, and it seems that the armor information that Charles shared with her also surprised her.
"That's right, it's already done, but I didn't expect to get another reward from that noble lady at that time."
Charles smiled bitterly. "I can only say that the framework of Dawn is different from the previous games. According to the old thinking, the task rewards are all given by the system, and the NPC is just a bunch of data. But in "Dawn", who dares to see the aborigines as data? β
"Do you want to leave Susar tomorrow?" The wanderer was silent for a moment, then looked up at the priest as if expecting something.
"Yes. You're coming too, no problem, right? Charles smiled.
"No problem."
The wanderer tapped his chin slightly.
"And then there's one person left, and I don't know if she'll accept the invitation. Three-person travel team, the first destination is Arabe, try to clean up the mission on the way, and travel while leveling up. Charles said his plan.
"Traveling Squad?" The wanderer tilted his head slightly, puzzled, "Then why don't you call Zhang Ze?" β
"That guy was chasing a woman and was kidnapped." Charles shrugged, "The relationship has been hot for the past two days, and I have been talking on the phone all day after the game." It's useless to call him, he definitely won't come. Besides, I could see that he didn't approve of my decision to rebuild Nodashir. β
"So we're going to prove it to these people."
The meaning of Charles's words is that he sees the wanderer as his side. After all, it was an apprentice he brought out, and Charles was still very confident in himself.
"...... we?"
The wanderer repeated in a low voice, and Charles could feel the beautiful eyes under the hood froze on him for a moment, then moved away.
"Then let them see." Fingertip quicksand said.
The soft and cold voice has a firm force on the empty boulevard of the aristocratic district.
When traveling in a group, camping tools such as sleeping bags and tents are a must-have. It's hard to find a rest spot in the wild, and players have to camp on their own. Dry food is also a must.,The player character has hunger value.,Just like reality.,If you don't eat one less meal.,Spell castingγSwing the sword can directly feel the body soft.γ
You should also bring some of the primary alchemy items such as insect powder and antidote. There are too many snakes and insects in the wild, and if the player accidentally catches the disease or poison and dies back to the temple area of Susar, the trip will have to start all over again.
Of course, if you have the financial resources, you must also have life-restoring potions and vitality restoring potions. Charles led the wanderers and walked around the market district overnight.
Da-da-da-da.
Susar main neighborhood.
Charles sat on a bantam horse, followed by a female wanderer on horseback, and a bantam carrying several large bales of forage, following them.
The three horses spent 90 gold coins on the charr, and if you count half a month's amount of forage, 100 gold coins is only a small amount.
Although there are still 1,000 gold coins left to buy the ritual scroll, which seems to be a lot, it can be used after walking out of the market. In exchange for this, the team's endurance in the field for a month is the endurance.
The main neighborhood is bustling with people, and most players cast envious and yearning glances at the priests and wanderers on horseback.
Not everyone has the ability to go out and take risks, and most players can only move around the city now, for reasons of funding, equipment level, and teammates.
Friends of the Wizard Inn.
Charles and the wanderer tied their horses to the inn stables and entered the lobby.
The sorcerer, who had received the priest's message, sat down at the long table, his chin propped up, thinking about something. An Aboriginal bard leans against a column, holding a lyre in his arms, playing and singing to himself, which seems to be a poem in praise of the late Emperor Azeen IV.
"Have you thought it through?" Charles sat across from the sorcerer, and the female wanderer stood behind him.
"I'd love to hear your detailed travel plans."
The sorcerer pulled his hood down.
Light purple hair, red eyes, and a pair of small and delicate goat horns hidden between the hair. The priests and wanderers who had witnessed the appearance of the sorcerer for the first time all showed a look of surprise.
This is a Tiffling player.
Tiefling, the bloodline of Hell. Centuries ago, the leaders of the human empire Bal Tulasi made a pact with the devil to fortify their territory, and those men became the first Tieflins.
There are not many Tieflins, either among the players or among the Natives. Players who choose the Tieflin bloodline will be ostracized and suspicious by the human city.
The indigenous Tifflins, on the other hand, often lived in hardship and grew up in the most run-down parts of cities and towns, so Tifflin was most likely to become a liar, thief or bandit leader as an adult.
Charles's thoughts turned, and he understood why he chose the Tieflin bloodline. This is inseparable from her profession as a sorcerer.
"Maybe she deleted her number and retrained, and she should have had a relatively high professional level before."
His heart moved, and Charles looked forward to the sorcerer even more. He wanted the sorcerer to be his trusted teammate.
"Is it planned?"
The priest smiled slightly, and took out a scroll-like scroll of paper from his backpack, on which the detailed geography of the Cormier kingdom was outlined in concise lines, including mountains, rivers, forests, and towns.
Then, in a gentle tone, the priest pointed out to the wanderer behind him, the sorcerer opposite, the plans for the next month's trip.
"The first stage destination, Arabe."
"Second stage destination, Tifanton."
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The next day, it was still early in the morning.
At the gate of Susar City, Zhang Ze looked at the three-person team that was gradually moving away on the road, with an expression of envy and a hint of remorse.
"I don't think I should have stayed here."
"They've traveled, and the experience points are definitely going up. I was pulled into the guild by An Ying, and I want to lead the elite group, which seems to be a bit of a strong feeling. β
The mage muttered.
"What that guy said last night at the tavern, was he really serious?" Qi Guangming walked out of the shadow of the city gate with a big sword on his shoulder.
"Cut, you have to hide when you see you off, I think Charles has already found you." Zhang Ze glanced at the madman, "According to me, Charles must be serious this time." And then, what do you want to do, come back? β
"Impossible."
Qi Guangming said in a deep voice: "I am now with a group of brothers from Xinghe, and I am no longer the barefoot idle players I used to be. I am responsible to my brothers. β
"So, Charles didn't call you back, you overreacted last night, he just said that he wanted to rebuild Nodashir, but it doesn't mean that he wants to ask our group of old people to come back and rebuild." Zhang Ze spread his hands.
"Then I'm going to stop him." Qi Guangming's eyes flashed with anger, "Not everyone can become a member of Nordasil. β
"If he wants to bring in new members and rebuild Nodashir, he will have to step over us old people."
When Zhang Ze heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Hey, what ours, don't include me." β
"I'm sorry then, now we're enemies."
Qi Guangming snorted coldly, dropped a sentence, turned around and walked away with the big sword.
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(A new week begins.)
First of all, I would like to thank the 'Chocolate Pickles' classmates for their 588 starting coins for rewarding, and I burst into tears.
Finally, ask for a recommendation vote.,The next plot is a string of favorite monster fights upgraded.γ οΌ