The fairy residence of Nervad is not widely known to travelers and adventurers - there are only regular visitors who return here, and strangers who occasionally break into this place. There were occasional discussions on the community, but they were quickly lost in the sea of posts and disappeared.
The tree house in the forest here always welcomes a new day in peace day after day. Whenever the early morning light passes through the green vines, strolls past the terrace, and sprinkles golden light into the hall——
It often symbolizes the beginning of the hotel's business day.
Every day like this lasted for a century, and time left scratches on the wooden railings of the hotel, until the brand-new wooden boards became old and mushrooms and moss grew.
The elf Ariel stepped on the creaking spiral staircase and came to the terrace. The early guests greeted him, and he only nodded in response. He went behind the curved wooden bar, took out every tool, put it where he could, and laid it out one by one.
The elf observed carefully, then raised his hand and shook the bell on the bar.
It was like a signal, and the little guys came from all over the place, chirping and asking: "Ariel, it's so early today!"
"Is it still the same as yesterday?"
"The guests haven't even gotten up yet!"
"I have to sleep for a while longer."
The goblins are as noisy as a hundred sparrows, but in the eyes of those who like them, they are no better than the singing of larks.
Ariel glanced at them, waved his hand, and the goblins dispersed. The sun was passing through the window. The elf wiped the table and raised his head to look at this daily scene - not much changed, but it was reassuring.
Guests gradually came to the hall. At the beginning of the day, the goblins loudly announced the menus ordered by the guests, and used magic to deliver wooden plates to each table in an orderly manner.
But they never have the quality of patience, and they always make some jokes out of sudden whims - such as spilling the soup in a hurry, delivering the wrong food, or other things.
Fortunately, people have become accustomed to it and just order another portion calmly. Over time, it has become a part of the scenery here. People always have a tolerance limit for cute things. If a human waiter did this, he would have been scolded to death.
So 'racial discrimination' actually exists in another world——
It's just that this day is extraordinarily different.
Under the dim light of the hall, adventurers were discussing travel plans in groups—where rare and exotic beasts appeared, where boss-level creatures were refreshed, where there were rumors of treasures, and where there were rare tasks and missions. Strange people.
The true and false information circulating in the community is reflected into reality here and becomes one of the conditions that guide people to plan their next action.
But when the light outside the gate changed, people subconsciously stopped and looked in that direction. Elf Ariel also raised his head and unexpectedly looked at a woman standing outside the gate - she was wearing a white shirt and straight trousers, and she was holding a windbreaker hanging on her shoulder in her left hand.
There is a small magic furnace hanging on the lady's back. There is a prismatic dark green crystal on the magic furnace, which is exquisite and strange. His right hand hangs down naturally, not carrying any weapon, but wearing a silver metal glove that looks like dragon scales.
Each metal knuckle is somewhat sharp.
She was raising her head and looking at the hotel. On her shoulder, a golden copper ball was buzzing. She turned her eyes, and the golden gadget also turned.
The hall suddenly became quiet.
People stopped what they were doing and looked at this scene - some even raised their hands - these people were the selectors, and they were turning on the shooting system to record this scene.
"It's Ming!"
"It's really the queen. Why is she here?"
"She went back to the first world?"
Ming glanced at everyone and smiled softly.
She walked towards the bar, came to the elf, and said, "I'm looking for someone."
Elf Ariel nodded: "They are behind."
Ming nodded and thanked him, then walked through the hall with his windbreaker and walked toward the back.
Only the people in the hall were left talking about it. Those who took pictures of this scene hurriedly posted the video to the community and gave it an eye-catching name: 'The Queen of Constructs Appears in the First World'.
'The Godslayer also has thoughts about the Southern Alliance? '
The discussion atmosphere in the hall became heated——
Even the aborigines are asking around, who is the woman who appeared before? At this moment, it was dark outside the hall door again. With the previous experience, people looked up with some curiosity in their hearts:
Why is Nevade so lively today?
What they saw was a half-grown boy, carrying a huge backpack that was disproportionate to his proportions. He was standing at the door looking at everyone curiously - he took two steps back and looked up.
Then he asked everyone: "Um, am I on the right track?"
"Is this Nervad, the abode of goblins?"
Even though this young man looks childish and his voice is brittle, people who know him well know his ID.
He is the first nightingale of the Rosi Crusaders and the Rogue Handwasher. Although he has a baby face, he only looks very young. In fact, he is already twenty-six years old - he is more famous for his skills in cross-dressing.
Known as the number one crossdresser in Aitaria, he has countless fans and kills both men and women.
Of course, he is also very good at his job. He is the only nightingale in the country and one of the Rose Crusaders' trump cards.
In the two previous Nightingale Professional Tournaments, he was defeated by the number one nightingale in the world today - the King of Nightingales of this generation (of course not Parker). But in the hearts of the Chinese people, his status is not much lower than that of the Ten Kings.
The 'boy' was asking, but suddenly another voice came from behind:
"Wash your hands, are you here too?"
After washing his hands, he was startled for a moment and turned around. A person coming from there caused a sensation in the hall.
The visitor looked unremarkable, and there was only a lady wearing glasses behind him, but she was neither too big nor too small, and she was a rare beauty. But most people's attention falls on the first person, and even many aborigines recognize this person's name.
His name is KUN.
Although the Silver Forest Crown is only among the top ten in the country, the legend of this man is enough to write a biography.
KUN and the lady behind him looked like they were carved out of the same mold, and they both watched the washing of hands very quietly.
The young man nodded: "You are here too, KUN, black tea."
He reached out to Hongcha and KUN.
The lady subconsciously wanted to reach out, but KUN replied: "No need, I didn't bring a wallet." Hongcha's face changed when he heard this, and he quickly retracted his hand and gave the 'boy' a fierce look.
Wash your hands and grin, looking at the two of them innocently.
After asking the elf Ariel, the three of them also left together.
The hall had completely quieted down. "What's going on?" People looked at each other and whispered, "Are these big guys coming to the south for a meeting?"
"Is there something serious going on?"
Some people subconsciously look for news on the community.
But there is no news on the community.
After that, some well-known selectors came one after another. Although they were not as big as the previous ones, they were not unknown people in the domestic circle. And the last person to arrive completely ignited the fire of gossip in people's hearts.
When people saw the tall knight walking in from the outside, they couldn't help but take a breath of air:
That's morning light.
People call him the King of Orris, the leader of the Four Knights, and the Sword of the Dawn.
But he has a more well-known identity - the president of Silver Vislan.
Chenxi nodded to everyone, and then walked towards the elf Ariel, about to speak. The elf pointed inside and replied: "They are at the back, you are the last one, Mr. Chenxi."
Chen Xi couldn't help but smile: "Long time no see, Ariel."
The elf then raised his head and nodded: "For you humans, it is indeed a long time - but three years seems like yesterday to me."
When Chen Xi heard this, she just shrugged.
He didn't have to look behind him, but he also knew that the news of his appearance here might have spread to the community.
…
The facts are almost the same as Chen Xi’s guess.
The news that these top selectors appeared in the southern border at the same time spread out as if they were given wings. Those posts that suddenly appeared became the most popular posts in the community and were quickly pushed to the top of the page.
Not only ordinary selectors and ordinary people are speculating, but it has also attracted the attention of many ultra-competitive media people, who have begun to mobilize their nearest manpower in the Long Lake area, wanting to go to Nevad to find out.
These posts even finally alerted the Super Competitive Alliance, which has also been paying attention to the situation in the South.
First, I locked the post and sent it to the bottom, and then sent messages to the major guilds involved in the matter to find out what they were doing in that place. However, the response of the major guilds was simple - they just recommended new members.
But as for who the newcomer is, no one at this gathering spoke.
Therefore, the spokespersons of the major guilds could only draw conclusions and expressed that they had no comment. Fortunately, the Super Competitive Alliance also knows that every major guild will develop some potential newcomers every few years, and the Hall of Thousand Doors is no secret at this level.
Therefore, after understanding it, I did not continue to ask further.
After all, although the Alliance governs the guilds, in a certain sense, it is also the spokesperson of these top guilds. The relationship between the two parties is both cooperative and confrontational. Although the alliance represents the financial capital behind it, the answer is that capital must be invested in these major guilds to operate.
certainly--
This series of turbulence in the community, and the actions of the major guilds and alliances behind it, may not be important to these participants at this moment. Even for the leading people, they may not even know that there are so many things happening in the community at this time.
And in the center of this whirlpool, Fang Plover knew nothing about the outside world.
There is a small green glade among the woodland behind Nevard's goblin abode. Surrounded by three huge ancient oak trees, there is a suspended platform. Since it is a private area, not many people know its location.
But obviously, this does not include Odin, the good friend of Nervad's master.
At this moment, the warrior king was standing in the center of the platform, raising the sword in his hand flatly, with the blade over his shoulder, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at Fang Plover - then he said: "Among the great swordsman's several major moves, Niu... The position stance is the most common choice among draftees, just because it is easy to use - it can be used to thrust or slash, and it is also good for defense."
He looked at the latter and hooked his hand: "You can try it next -"
Between the two of them is the capable angel standing quietly on the platform. Fang Plover checked the status of his construction, then nodded, and then raised his right hand, causing the angel to draw his sword quickly - like a narrow silver light shooting at Odin.
But the Warrior King took a step back, blocked, and did not use any other abilities. He only used swordsmanship to fight him. He blocked the powerful angel's sword and deflected the latter's attack with a slight deflection.
After one strike, the two sides separated, and then came forward again, exchanging swords three times, sparks flying between the combos.
Only then did Fang Yu feel how difficult the opponent was. Although the opponent had suppressed his strength to the extreme and only used pure swordsmanship to fight with him, every time he let the angel come forward, the opponent could judge his intention faster, and then Block him from moving.
Although the epee swordsman is not known for his speed, every time Fang Pultru intended to speed up, he was suppressed time and time again and was unable to raise his speed at all.
As soon as he was distracted, Odin stepped forward and lunged to end the battle.
Having lost his power, the able angel drooped.
Odin shook his head and motioned for him to go up and repair it, and then replied: "You can't do this."
Fang Yu wiped his sweat and looked up at the other party in confusion.
"How much experience did it take?" Odin asked.
"About half of it."
Odin shook his head: "I asked you to learn the skills of a swordsman, but I didn't ask you to use these sword skills to fight against me. No matter how much you learn, can you still be more professional than a real warrior? You must remember that you are a combat craftsman. , you can’t devote all your experience to combat skills.”
He pointed out this point: "And you must understand the purpose of learning combat skills. Learning swordsmanship is not to use swordsmanship, but to understand swordsmanship. You use swordsmanship to fight against me, but you do not know the professional abilities of warriors. ——Sword reading, this ability is impossible for combat craftsmen to display through constructs."
"I can judge your next route through your momentum, and the Dragon Knight system can also help me do this, because I have a lot of warrior experience. It is impossible for you to fight me with this kind of thinking. His subordinates have gone through three moves."
At this point, Odin stopped:
"Understood?"
"Learning swordsmanship is not to use swordsmanship, but to understand swordsmanship?" Fang Yu frowned slightly. He lowered his head to repair the capable angel, and then nodded.
"Do you really understand?"
"yes."
"Okay." Odin raised his sword, placed the hilt under the center of gravity, pointed the sword diagonally at the square door - and took a plow position: "This time I will change my routine, and I will tell you that I He will threaten you with thin words to go to the third level and launch a fatal blow. Can you guard against it? Can you give it a try?"
Fang Plover only nodded.
The King of Warriors closed his eyes for a moment, but when he opened them suddenly, he took a step forward, and the giant sword in his hand drew thousands of rays of light, heading straight for the angel's face.
The speed was so fast that Fang Yu was shocked. But at the critical moment, he also calmed down - he had learned this sword, and although it was only superficial, it was enough to analyze Odin's intentions.
This was exactly what the other party wanted him to learn.
He raised his right hand to find out the opponent's true attack trajectory from the violent storm, then raised his sword and blocked it twice in a row. The sparks flying seemed to confirm that this was an accurate judgment - but it was far from enough. After all, it was just a regular reaction of a swordsman - but he was not a swordsman.
What's more, even if they are swordsmen, how many of them can be Odin's opponents?
Odin suddenly transformed a real sword blade from a ball of silver flowers. From an incredible angle, it turned into a thorn and slashed at the neck of the Fang Plover Angel. If this sword were to strike hard, the construct would probably be scrapped in an instant.
But at this moment, the powerful angel suddenly shimmered, and Odin's sword blade seemed to have struck a shadow in the water, rippling away. The silver girl disappeared immediately, and when she reappeared, she flashed behind the warrior king.
Odin didn't even think about it. He moved his big sword from his left hand to his right hand, and with a backhand strike, he knocked the powerful angel away with a 'swish' sound.
It hit the tree and rolled down.
But he stopped, and this time nodded with satisfaction.
He looked at Fang Plover and said, "This is what a combat craftsman should be like. A combat craftsman does not ask his construct to rigidly learn the skills of a certain profession, but to give full play to the characteristics of the construct. ——”
"When necessary, you can even give up the construct, because this is the biggest advantage of the combat craftsman. You cannot defeat other professions with the skills of other professions. The only way to win is to use your own professional advantages. .”
Odin taught word for word:
"Anyone who wants to take a further step in his career must understand this - there is no way out for mediocrity. Only specialization and excellence are the key to making you stand out. Combat craftsmen seem to be comprehensive, but on the contrary they are more It’s easy for people to fall into blind spots, because this profession actually has its own characteristics.”
Fang Yu nodded with deep understanding.
He originally thought that a warrior could not teach him much, but it turned out that he was wrong. The top selector was the top selector. Although he had only practiced for a short time, he already felt that he had benefited a lot.
Most of what Odin taught him were classic practical skills, and some of them were insights and experiences that he could not have learned in the community.
It was at this time that a burst of applause came from behind the two people.
Fang Plover turned around and saw a lady carrying a beige windbreaker walking out of the tree hole there. The other party smiled slightly and said: "Little guy, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I didn't expect that I heard a wonderful speech just after I came here."
"But what this idiot warrior said is right. Combat craftsmen naturally have their own ideas," she replied, "but we are always the strongest."
Fang Plover was looking at this lady in stunned silence, even though Odin had told him that he would find some people to 'teach' him.
But he didn't expect that the person the other party found would be the Construct Queen.
"Ms. Ming, Ming..."
But Ming ignored him.
She just looked at Odin and said, "This little guy is mine today, is it okay?"
Odin heard this and nodded.
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