The forest is quiet, and the sunlight passing through the tree trunks and low-hanging branches and leaves looks extremely solemn and sacred. Green and fluffy moss covers every protrusion, stone or dead wood. The leaves are shining in the sunlight outside, but the backlight of the tree trunk is dark. A few bunches of needles at the end of the lush green have withered early. There is a person standing below, concentrating, holding the lens on his right eye with his hand. , rattling the brass outer ring.
This man is a big boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He has an ordinary appearance and is somewhat delicate. He has neatly styled short hair. He is of average height, not too tall, but not short either. He is slightly taller and wears an open-buttoned dark blue robe with a hood. Inside the open opening is a gray vest with copper buttons. The collar of a white shirt is exposed under the collar of the vest, and the collar of the shirt is exposed. Also set with two shining silver stars.
The hem of the robe only reached down to the knees, revealing a small half of his trousers, which were also dark gray and had frayed edges. Next is a pair of weather-beaten leather shoes, with all kinds of scratches on the toes.
The boy was carrying a cylindrical iron box on his back. The silver-white surface was shiny, and there were four grooves on the top from left to right. The grooves were yellow, made of copper, and full of grooves. A cord, like a socket for something. There are slight bulges on both sides of the box, and a strip of beryl is inserted across the center. The light is faintly rotating inside. Four buckles are nailed to the edges and tied to the body with leather straps.
There is a copper tip under the box, and a leather tube is connected to it. This tube is connected to the thick leather glove on the boy's right hand. The glove wears a complex instrument. On the silver dial, there are several lines. The copper rail was swinging slightly up and down from left to right, making a clicking sound from time to time.
The boy squinted his left eye and looked out of the lens with his other eye. You could see some dirt spots on the lens, and in the distance you could also see the ancient elven ruins on the edge of the Gorgon River Beach, the white semicircle of the temple building. A canopy emerges from the vault, covered with a layer of parasitic plants such as wisteria.
He clicked and turned the lens.
This vast forest is called Goge Forest. It is located to the north of the Sea of Ancient Trees. Above the Sea of Trees there is a solitary mountain hanging quietly above the sea of clouds. The snow line on the ridge is white and shining in the sun, like an aloof silver dragon. .
At the southern foot of the mountain range, the terrain gradually decreases and sinks in to form a basin. The basin is covered with towering ancient trees and has beautiful scenery.
Simply beautiful.
He watched in amusement for a moment until the screen began to shake, then lose control and spin downward. Then a sparkling gadget fell from the treetops and fell into the bushes not far away with a crash.
The female elf ranger named Scarpe ran over and groped for a while under a piece of chalk rock. After a while, she picked up a small hemispherical thing with a brass shell from the bushes and turned around. He waved to the others: "Found it, here it is!"
It was a clockwork goblin, its copper shell reflecting the sun's rays and sparkling in Scape's hands.
Scarpe's reconnaissance skills are very high, and combined with the talent of the elf race, this clockwork goblin is as conspicuous in her field of vision as an infrared heat source in the bushes.
Fang Plover cannot do this.
Because he was an alchemist, those bushes seemed to him no different from any other place in this vast primitive forest.
"Ed!" This was Fang Plover's ID in this world. Scarpe called him and threw the ball over. "Thank you, Miss Scarpe!" Fang Plover caught the ball and raised the camera. At the same time, he opened his left eye. His pupils were dark brown like most Chinese people, but the irises inside were like flames. It expands outwards and looks very beautiful.
There is no magic in this world, but ancient warlocks invented the formula of alchemy and equivalent exchange. Through the formula to drive magic, people can use some powerful tools. These tools are divided into two categories, one is magic tools that can be used by ordinary people, and the other is combat tools that can only be used by those with corresponding magic aptitude.
But no matter which one, only professional craftsmen can maintain and charge it. These professional craftsmen are alchemists.
"You're welcome," Scape said with a smile as she bent her eyes shrewdly, "This reward is also included in your salary."
"Just remember to include food and accommodation!" Fang Plover smiled nonchalantly.
"I'm just kidding, I didn't expect you to be able to use a clockwork fairy, I was shocked! Ed, why don't you just join our adventure group?" Scarpe looked at the young man half-seriously.
"That's not possible. I finally came to Aitaria. I have my own goals! In the future, I will go to see the Holy Mountain, the giant tree hills of Nulinari, and maybe even go to the wilderness. The people's hometown of Lotao - and then cross the continental bridge to the second world in fantasy, follow the footsteps of the forerunners, maybe one day I will form my own adventure group."
"Hey! You brat who talks so shamelessly, you obviously don't even have the ability to adapt your magic power. It's a wise choice to stay in Talen and avoid losing your life." Scarpe knocked him on the head angrily.
Fang Yu covered his head and laughed, not paying attention.
He came to this world illegally.
In the middle of the 21st century, humans inadvertently discovered a special substance - glow substance - in the hast042 area of the asteroid belt. Through the deconstruction of the 'second type element', the information residue of the high-dimensional universe in the glow substance , in 2071, using the eternal glow structure, humans finally built a ring-shaped star gate between the earth and the moon leading to the "high-dimensional world".
And this world is Aitaria.
But people soon discovered that Aitaria was not the imagined high-dimensional world - it was more like a remnant of information. There was no real matter here, but a large number of second-type elements and high-dimensional information were active here. , forming a world that looks like reality. In order to develop and seize the second type of elements, governments from various countries, the forerunners after entering the Star Gate - the first generation of Chosen, launched a fierce competition in Aitaria. As time went by, this competition gradually became a well-known display of national strength and competition between countries, and the Chosen One seemed to become a byword full of glory and aura overnight.
This is the origin of super competition——
As a generation born on Earth after the Stargate Era, Fang Plover grew up listening to those stories and dreamed that one day he could become one of those heroes. His parents died young, and it was obviously unrealistic to expect his aunt's family to invest such a large amount of money in him.
Fortunately, there is always a way, and he met a supposedly reliable smuggler online through his friends. The other party was a staff member of the Star Port. After spending almost all his savings, the staff member finally did not disappear suddenly. Instead, he kept his promise and actually helped him get a housekeeping ticket and took him into the Star Gate. .
The process went smoothly, with just a few minor flaws.
Because he entered the country illegally, Fang Plover did not have any glowing equipment, which meant that he had no magical adaptability and could only be an ordinary person in this world. And because he had not registered at the star port, he had no novice guidance. He lived alone in Kapka for six months before he learned a little about the skills of an alchemist and mastered the manipulation skills of several magic tools.
Fortunately, he is a natural optimist. Not only did he not feel depressed at all, he actually enjoyed it. Just like that, he embarked on his first adventure.
He first went to Rodale alone and stayed there for many days, hoping to find a team that would accept him. But no one looked down upon a newcomer without magical adaptability, until they met Scarpe's team.
The small team founded by Scarpe and her boyfriend is a kind of private adventure group that is very common in this world. It is responsible for its own profits and losses. The team's funds are often not very generous after settling the members' salaries and daily expenses - to put it simply That is to say, it is a tight situation.
In fact, she was also looking for an alchemist with a reasonable price at that time. Thinking of the situation when they met, Scarpe couldn't help but laugh out loud. This innocent big boy didn't understand the difference between ordinary members and the alchemists who accompanied the team. Of course, the adventure team would not want a member without magic adaptability, but he never made it clear that he was good at the alchemist's craft.
Fortunately, Scape, who was always shrewd, asked carefully at the time, and then took the opportunity to win Fang Plover at an incredible price - food and accommodation included. This price may even be illegal, because in order to safeguard the interests of alchemists, the Artisan Association of Arteria actually stipulates the minimum wage level for alchemists who participate in adventures.
There may not be many people in this world who dare to offend this towering giant of the Craftsmen's Association.
Of course, we also know that high returns will always make capitalists take risks.
Then Scape realized that she had found a treasure.
Although the big boy claimed that it took him six months to master the basic skills of an alchemist and passed the examination to become a second-level apprentice alchemist, Scarpe and her boyfriend Quilot had never heard of anyone using six For those who have not passed the novice stage, it is usually at most one month. This sounds like an extremely bad talent, but they unexpectedly discovered that Fang Plover was very skilled in his craftsmanship and could even control the clockwork goblin.
That is usually the craft of a combat craftsman——
Scarpe felt as if she had picked up a gold brick. Unfortunately, the brain of this gold brick seemed to be 24K solid. It obviously didn't even have adaptive magic power, and it was still clamoring to go to the second world, unwilling to die or die. Join her team.
are you crazy!
Since the ruins of the Gorgon Temple can be seen in this direction, it means that the team has entered the intended target area. Since Scape's team was only responsible for assisting and had to wait for the other two teams to enter, the adventure group stopped where it was.
Scarpet's boyfriend, a tall man named Quirod, sat on a rotten tree and gave orders to everyone to set up camp. He had slender cheeks, a light layer of beard on his cheeks, and a deep, handsome face, very masculine. . The combat tool was a big sword. The sword looked like two pieces of metal joined together. The blade was two fingers thick and more than a meter long. The surface was covered with scratches. There was a piece of red calcite embedded in the hand guard.
The magic stove behind his waist is one size larger than Fang Plover's. Although there are only three sockets, each socket has strange metal plug-ins - some are pure copper parts, and some are crystals embedded in the metal. column.
Then there were small metal kettles. He could count at least seven or eight flat kettles tied around his waist, arms, and legs. They were all filled with water mixed with wine—a few bottles were pure It's wine, vodka. After every few gestures, he took out a water bottle, took a sip, and then put it back down under Scarpe's angry eyes.
Fang Plover doubted that this uncle was a fighting nation before coming to Aitalia.
Of course, the other party looks very majestic, but in fact this small team is not connected by discipline, but by the warm connection between people. This is what a small team is like. Although there are all kinds of disadvantages, everyone is familiar with each other, and at least there is no lack of small warmth.
While Fang Plover was secretly sizing up the captain, Quelot also squinted at the former, and then nodded.
His view of Fang Plover is different from his girlfriend. Talent is very important, but it doesn't necessarily mean you can't do it without talent. Before becoming a selector, he worked in the Russian logistics support department and was an aircraft engineer; this industry requires meticulousness, patience and responsibility, all of which are indispensable. In the early years, he could still see many of the same kind, but now he has There are fewer and fewer newcomers with a sense of responsibility and patience. The young people who were sent here were like future stars, all of them extremely frivolous.
However, in Fang Plover, he saw this long-lost quality again.
While setting up camp, people also started chatting with each other. Someone mentioned something during the chat: "Speaking of which, don't you think this mission is a little different from the previous missions?"
"Yes, there are some differences. A few days ago, our main tasks were to open maps (exploration and reconnaissance) and participate in defense. We were rarely asked to cooperate with the main force in this way."
"This time it seems to be a recycling mission. What are you recycling?"
"It's probably a battle-level magic tool."
Fang Plover himself also clearly felt that this mission was different from previous ones. The Descendants of Flor even sent a liaison officer down, which was something that had never happened in the past two months. Thinking of this, Fang Plover couldn't help but look around.
Unfortunately, a tent had just been erected not far away, blocking his view.
The forest is quiet.
Speaking of which, although Scarpet and Quilot's team has an elegant name, Dawn Star, their purpose here is not to improve their cultural accomplishments or cultivate their body and mind, but to fight.
The war has been going on in Talen for almost a summer. The identity of large and small private adventure groups here is almost like defense contractors in the real world - this is an elegant way of saying it, but it is actually one of the oldest professions in the world, mercenaries.
However, the south of the Dragon Roaring Mountains is a sea of trees, with mountains stretching over the mountains. The nearest town, Kapka, is thousands of miles away. Therefore, even if the descendants of Flor and the Rainbow Alliance beat their brains out here, the two nearby The great aboriginal forces - the Kingdom of the Ancient Tower Knights and the Kaulin-Ithurian Alliance would not even bother to ask a single question.
As for why the warring parties started fighting in this inhospitable place, only God knows. The mercenaries didn't care about this, and Fang Plover didn't know much about the two warring parties - he only knew that one of them was the Alliance of Chosen Ones from the Sea of Ancient Trees, while the other had a background from the south of Ithurian.
As for the names that Fang Plover was familiar with, they were not in the first world. Almost all of the top selectors and selector guilds in Aitaria were in the world behind the First Continental Bridge.
"Speaking of Miss Scarpet, do you know the reason why the descendants of Flore went to war with the Rainbow Alliance?" Fang Plover turned around and asked. Because he suddenly discovered that his team's understanding of the first world was a little too shallow. In addition to the holy mountain Eldron and the giant tree hill of Nulinari, it was also a wonderful world in itself.
"Let me teach you a lesson, newcomer, have you seen those ruins? Those are all good things!" Scarpe pointed to the distance and replied in an old-fashioned way: "A ruin that has not been developed by anyone. , everything is possible inside, gold coins, treasures, of course the most valuable thing is ancient heritage."
Fang Yu was shocked: "Then why don't we search it ourselves when we are stationed?"
"Why didn't we do that?"
"Ahem—" Quelord coughed loudly.
Scarpe then realized that she had said the wrong thing and calmly changed her words: "Why didn't we do that? Because we can't do that. We are defense contractors and we have our own professional ethics. How can we guard against others?" "
"I believe it." Fang Yu nodded sincerely.
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