Volume 3: The Crypt Chapter 7: Fist Rogue and Fist Priest
Perhaps everyone will encounter such embarrassing stages in life. At these times, you will suddenly find that you have done everything you can do; and the things you plan to do are too difficult, and you have no way to start with your current ability. In such a situation, you will feel tired, bored, and at a loss. You have lost your short-term goals, and you don’t know what you can do or what you should do. You can only let your habits control you and live a lazy and boring life.
Level 30 is just such a stage.
In Varen Fortress, I have completed all the tasks I could, including helping merchants recover the robbed goods from a small group of kobolds scattered outside the city, killing a violent black bear that had repeatedly injured people and had a blood debt, helping the aunt in the dyeing workshop collect some rare irises from the camp where wild boars gathered... and so on.
I even helped a housewife drag her alcoholic husband back home from the bar. Of course, you can't expect a drunkard to know what "politeness" and "obedience" are, so in the process, I was very measured and let him suffer a little pain - well, okay, I admit that I was not so measured, but he only dislocated his left shoulder and fractured his right leg, and there was no danger of life.
I swear I didn't want to do this, but when a drunk man wields an iron bar and rushes at you, you are unlikely to have a second choice. I believe that no matter who encounters this situation, they will make the same decision as me.
What frustrated me the most was that the poor housewife, after seeing her spouse being "persuaded and educated" by me, immediately changed her stance and began to feel sorry for her alcoholic husband, completely forgetting that she had begged me with resentment to help her husband quit drinking. This woman who went back on her word fiercely drove me out of the house with a big broom, but fortunately she did not forget to throw my reward - a silver ring that could increase 20 health points - in front of me.
After doing all these things, there are still a few records left in my taskbar:
"The Soldier's Discovery": One of Colonel Pekla's personal soldiers disappeared during a reconnaissance mission. The last message he sent back indicated that he was planning to sneak into an abandoned mausoleum in the woods at the foot of Mount Uzig. The colonel guessed that he might have discovered some secrets and hoped that someone could find him.
"The missing only son": Fili, the only son of Mr. Faselli, the prosecutor of the Fortress of Valencia, disappeared during an outing to Mount Utsig. This is the ninth case of missing tourists in this area in recent months. The heartbroken father hopes that I can help him find his child who has been missing for two days.
"Vampire Teeth": Some vampires have established a secret base in the forest mausoleum at the foot of Mount Uzig. These fallen creatures were supposed to have disappeared along with the withered land. They have been missing on this continent for nearly two hundred years. No one knows how these fallen creatures appeared. Find them and give twenty vampire teeth to Sir Montara, the city defense patrol officer.
"Lost Chapters of the Holy Scripture": Two hundred years ago, during the battle against the last king, the holy scripture recording the oracles in the temple of Valen Fortress was destroyed and lost on the battlefield of Mount Uzig. Over the past two hundred years, the monks in the holy temple have never stopped searching, hoping to complete the lost chapters of the holy scripture. They believe that they will find something in the tombs of the forest mausoleum;
In addition, in the tragic battle two hundred years ago, countless brave warriors who fought against the last king died heroically in Mount Uzig. Although their bodies were buried in the mausoleum in the forest, their souls were cursed by "The Heartbreaker" Darendil and his minions. They could not be saved from death and could only wander in the mountains as evil spirits. I must defeat at least nine such "cursed fighting spirits" to prove that I have a truly brave heart, then my warrior trainer will be willing to teach me more advanced combat skills.
Apparently, all of these quests lead to the same destination: the forest cemetery at the foot of Mount Utsig, and that's where my problem lies.
I once tried to sneak into the mausoleum in the forest alone, but it turned out that this behavior was a foolish act of bravery. The rumors that the blood clan had established a base here were reliable, because just outside the mausoleum, there were many pale-faced, gray-eyed "blood clan descendants" wandering around. These humanoid monsters of about level 30 (violent) had great strength and speed that ordinary people could not match. Although they were unarmed, their strong bodies, sharp nails, and blood-loving teeth were enough to make them difficult opponents to deal with. And like all shameless thugs who lacked chivalry, these humanoid monsters who had completely lost their humanity always liked to rush forward in a swarm , making it impossible for people to deal with them.
Although a true warrior will never lose his courage due to the increase in the number of enemies, if you know that there is a dead end ahead and still fight recklessly, you will probably lose more than just your courage.
Therefore, a tense and fierce chase took place in the lush and silent forest: a disheveled level 30 human warrior was fleeing in the forest in a panic. The belt holding the scabbard on his belt had been torn, and the scabbard was dragging on the ground, knocking against tree roots and rocks, making a panicked "thump thump" sound. Behind him, there were at least 20 or 30 men in black who were chasing him non-stop. These men in black had gloomy faces and were in neat formation. Wherever they passed, dust flew up, like a wave of smoke rolling up from the flat ground, which looked quite spectacular.
In fact, this kind of undignified escape happened to me more than once. I tried many ways and tried to sneak into the mausoleum from all directions, but none of them succeeded. The group of undead who pestered me were as alert as a group of hounds with a keen sense of smell. They left me with nothing except scars and protective gear that was almost torn into tatters. Fortunately, these mutant humans controlled by the blood clan were particularly afraid and could not step out of the dense shadows of the jungle. Otherwise, this life-and-death marathon would have lasted for who knows how long.
You can imagine how frustrated and upset I was at this time. In order to complete these tasks, I spent almost a gold coin just to repair the equipment, but there was no progress until now, and I didn't even know how to start. This was the first time I experienced such a setback when completing a task. The deep sense of frustration wrapped my heart tightly. I felt angry and suffocated by the irritability in my chest. I really wanted to put these difficult tasks behind me and never think about them again; but if I gave up like this, I felt as if I was defeated by someone with despicable means, which made me feel very humiliated and unwilling to accept.
What's more, the rewards for completing these tasks are very generous, and a little greed gives me another reason to stick to it.
I opened the task notes again and stared at the "Reward" column for a long time, hoping to find some courage to face the bleak life...
"You lunatic, when will you learn to think like a normal person? If you want to die, just go ahead and die. There's no need to drag me down with you before you die!" Just as I was building up my emotions and preparing to challenge the reality of the forest mausoleum, this frustration education course, once again, a familiar, rough voice suddenly came from not far behind me.
"Okay, okay, don't be so excited. When you are tired of killing people, it's not bad to look at the beautiful sister of the God of Death. It's a combination of work and rest!" Then, another voice came from the same direction, and it sounded familiar to me.
"Fuck you! We've died for the fifth time. We've been running around for more than two hours just to find corpses. We don't even need to kill monsters. We're exhausted! To hell with your fucking sister of the God of Death - well, she's just a ghost - no matter how pretty her face is, it can't be used as a credit card. Now we can't even get a penny. How do you think we can repair these equipment?"
"Ah, so it's my fault that we're in this situation now? Do you need me to remind you who took our money? If it weren't for your clumsy thief, would we be unable to even get the money to repair the equipment?"
I turned around and saw the two figures arguing fiercely. A fat green-skinned half-orc with fangs and a big belly was furious at the small red-bearded dwarf in front of him. He bent over with great effort and squeezed his belly into a round ball, looking like a huge crooked gourd.
"Yangtze River Delta?" I recognized at a glance the half-orc wanderer who had once fought with me to eliminate the bandits in Sabertooth Mountain. No matter where he went, this wanderer with an unusually large body was an alien that was hard to forget. The one who was arguing with him was the brave and fearless dwarf "Raging Priest" Longbow Shooting Sun, who had also fought side by side with me.
"Jeffreys Kidd!" Hearing my shout, he was delighted to find me. He immediately stopped arguing and greeted me enthusiastically, "What a coincidence, you are here too. Feiyin mentioned you yesterday."
"Yes, I haven't seen you for several days. Just now I was saying that it would be great if I could find a dedicated warrior like you, so I wouldn't have to fight so hard." Changgong Sheri was also very happy to see me.
"Hey, what do you mean by that? What do you mean by 'diligent like him'? If you keep pestering me without knowing the situation and just lie on the ground dead when your magic runs out, what duty have you fulfilled?"
"That's better than some of those useless melee professions. When they encounter danger, they just run away and leave me, a cloth-armored magic profession, to fight monsters. It's really a bad record!"
"That was a tactic. Do you understand tactics? We are civilized people, not primitive people who eat raw meat and drink blood!" Although I don't have a strong sense of race, I must admit that it does make me feel a little weird to see a rude and unruly green-skinned orc pinching a dwarf's neck and loudly declaring that he is a "civilized man."
"You are so civilized, you coward! Even the first-level rats in the underground tunnels are braver than you."
"Ah, what did you say? You psychopathic murderer!"
"You are the coward who acts obscenely!"
"Idiot with hair on your chin!"
"A shingles-covered idiot!"
"Courageous bandits!"
"Necrophilia!"
"Reckless man!"
"deserter!"
"Shorty!"
"obese!"
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The two men became more and more excited as they talked, staring at each other with gnashing teeth. Suddenly, they seemed to remember my existence at the same time, and Chang Sanjiao turned his face to me:
"Hey Jeff, we have some personal matters to deal with, wait a minute and I'll talk to you after I bury this idiot alive."
"Yes, it's no big deal, it only takes a few minutes. Before we chat, let me clear out the chatterboxes first." Changgong Sheri also smiled at me very friendly. At this moment, the two of them looked very happy, with warm smiles from the heart on their faces.
The next moment, the two guys who refused to give in to each other rolled up their sleeves and rolled together with murderous intent.
This was a pure fight without any artistic content. The fat orc grabbed the dwarf's beard and tore it hard, pulling the old-fashioned and serious face of Longbow Shooting Sun into a long strip and then into a ball of meat. The dwarf priest also completely gave up his consciousness as a spellcaster, showing the sturdy and brave character of the dwarves to the fullest, punching and kicking at the lower three parts of the Yangtze River Delta. Please forgive me for not being able to describe all the despicable means.
Oh, it turns out that hand-to-hand combat can be so insidious. Chang Sanjiao held his lower body and jumped up and down. I think he must be in pain. I glanced at my pants with lingering fear, and I felt a chill in my crotch - fortunately, it was not me who fought with Chang Gong Sheri.
It was only then that I realized how messy their outfits were: the leather armor on Chang Sanjiao was torn to pieces, and the belt around his waist was broken in the middle, hanging limply on both sides, no longer able to perform the function of tying clothes - fortunately, his big belly was full and round, with amazing elasticity, enough to support his pants from falling off. A one-handed war hammer with a broken handle was bulging on his waist, and next to it was a dagger that looked like a piece of scrap iron - I had seen how this weapon was used to attack other people's vital points, but now I was afraid that it would not be enough to cut bread.
The situation of Changbow Shooting the Sun was even worse, his left shoe was intact, but there was a big crack on the front of his right shoe, and the sole drooped dejectedly on the ground. His strange staff called "Nunchuck" had been broken into two pieces, one in each of his hands. He didn't look like a disseminator of the faith of the Supreme God Darimos at all, but more like a drummer with a wild style.
No wonder they chose to resolve the dispute in such an unrefined way. Without their weapons, you couldn't expect them to knock each other down with their usual flashy moves. I helplessly watched the two outstanding adventurers swing their fists at each other in a rogue manner. Each blow could only forcibly deduct one or two points of life from the opponent, and the speed at which their lives decreased was not even as fast as the speed of natural recovery.
I felt that if we allowed them to continue this ugly fight, I was afraid that even when the gods came to the world, there would be no winner. Meanwhile, many curious people nearby exclaimed:
"Ah, Fist Rogue and Fist Priest, is this a completely new training method?"
"Stop it!" Just when they were about to pounce on each other again, I rushed to the middle of the two men in time and separated them one by one with my hands - the attributes increased by my equipment were enough to support me to stop two almost naked fighters with my bare hands.
"Can someone tell me what happened?" I yelled at them. "You two look like you just crawled out of a grave."
"You're right..." Chang Sanjiao waved his hands in frustration, "...We both just resurrected..."
"And just before the resurrection..." Changgong Sheri added, "...we were also wandering around the graves..."
"...We went to the forest mausoleum..."
I think I understand.
