Volume 8 Guild Chapter 4 A Soul State Called "Trumpet"
Someone once said that a person's knowledge is like a circle. Inside the circle is all his knowledge, and outside the circle is the infinitely vast world he does not know. The more a person knows, the bigger his circle is, and the wider the unknown world he is exposed to, the more ignorant he will feel.
I think this is a very reasonable metaphor, especially because whenever we learn something new, we don’t feel satisfied, but surprised, and then we can’t help saying to ourselves: “How could such a thing exist?”
And now, I am saying to myself in amazement: "How can such a thing exist?"
It was the first time I knew that there was such a thing as a "trumpet" in this world.
The "small account" is also called a "vest". To be precise, the "small account" is not a concrete thing, but just a different state of soul. To understand the strangeness of this state of soul, we must further understand the principle of the behavior of "space travelers" traveling through time and space.
For the spacewalkers, the act of traveling through planes can only exist in the state of consciousness - that is, the state of soul - they cannot carry their bodies directly from other planes to the Farvi continent. Before they land on the continent, they must first create a body as a container for the soul - they call this "creating a character" - and then walk on this land in the posture of this body.
This sounds difficult, but it is just a piece of cake for these great beings who can freely travel through time and space. They can create not only one character, but two. When a space traveler chooses a lower-level body to descend on the Falvi continent, we can say that his soul enters the "small" state, and when he chooses a higher-level character, his soul is in the "large" state.
In other words, "small size" and "large size" are not necessarily fixed. When the level of "small size" is higher than that of "large size", it will automatically be upgraded to "large size". However, some people still habitually call it "small size", so sometimes there will be a strange situation that someone's "small size" is bigger than the "large size".
What is even more unimaginable is that a person's soul has no constraints on what kind of character he creates. He can be a warrior of the Continental Alliance on his main account and a wizard of the Doomsday Empire on his secondary account. The only thing that constrains them from doing so is a little loyalty and curiosity. We usually think that a person's gender determines his soul, and vice versa , but these space-related people can create a male character on their main account and a female character on their secondary account without any constraints.
For all this, I can only say that this is a crazy world. I am not a soul traveler, a person who travels through planes, a great traveler who has mastered the secrets of time and space, nor am I a transvestite who can switch between two genders at any time and anywhere. It is too difficult for me to understand all this. The only immature view I have about this is that when the Yangtze River Delta asked me if I was a "large size" or a "small size", I hesitantly told him that I was a "large size" and stated that I was afraid that there would be no "small size" anymore.
The dwarf lady in front of us is the trumpet of the dwarf bard Nocturne in B-flat minor. What really puzzles me is that when I know that he can choose tall races such as humans, elves, orcs, and tauren, why is the character he created either a dwarf or a dwarf?
The only conclusion I can draw is that this guy who has a unique appreciation for music seems to be very obsessed with his height.
"What are you doing here?" Chang Sanjiao looked at the first-level dwarf priest in front of him frantically... Nocturne in B flat minor... Ah, forget it, let's just call her by the name displayed above her head - he asked frantically to the warehouse.
"I'm recruiting new members." Warehouse also said to us with a crazy smile. Her voice was honest and steady, a pure dwarf female voice. Although it still sounded a bit similar to when he was still Nocturne in B flat minor, if I didn't know that they were the same person, I would never have heard it. Changjiang explained to me that this was the result of a magical device called "voice changer plug-in" - but I really couldn't see where he wore this device on his body.
"What about the new members you recruited?" I asked.
Warehouse patted his chest crazily, then spread out his arms and said to us in a boastful manner: "It's me!"
Before I could figure out what she meant, Chang Sanjiao had already clenched his teeth and said to him angrily, "You damned demon, you actually thought of this trick."
It took me a while to realize that Nocturne in B-flat Minor was planning to apply to join our new guild again as Crazy Warehouse. Although they were two characters sharing the same soul, they were two different identities for our guild. In this way, he completed the task of recruiting new members effortlessly.
This is truly a brilliant and dirty idea that is amazing!
However, this is not without problems. Warehouse Crazy still faces a huge difficulty that needs to be solved, which is why he found us.
"You have to send me to the holy city of Frescht!" The dwarf bard begged us in the manner of a dwarf priestess.
It turns out that if we want to create a guild, we must find the guild application office in the holy city of Freschit. After collecting the handling fee, certifying the guild's assets, and approving the stone of faith, the guild application office will post a notice at the door to inform others that the guild has applied for establishment, and collect signatures from guild members. If more than 20 signatures are collected within one day, the guild is successfully created. If a sufficient number of signatures are not collected, the guild fails to be created, and part of the handling fee will be deducted.
Although the holy city of Fresshit is not a very far place, and the journey is not dangerous for us, if we want to get there, we must at least reach level 30 to ensure a worry-free journey. For the dwarf Aunt Warehouse, who is only level 1, both the level 3 mountain cats and level 6 wild wolves along the way are deadly threats, not to mention the level 20 grizzly bears and poisonous scorpions - I'm afraid only the original Niu Baiwan has this ability, running naked for thousands of miles at level 1, almost across the entire Falvi continent.
Therefore, if the warehouse wants to successfully sign her name on the bulletin board, we need to escort her to the holy city of Frescht.
Chang Sanjiao readily agreed to this request. In exchange, the dwarf priestess also agreed to lead Chang Sanjiao's trumpet to Fresshit safely. Although I knew that I did not have the physical conditions to create a trumpet, I still decided to complete this journey with them - anyway, due to Chang Sanjiao's poor performance, our guild was notorious in Reed City before it was established. I was completely desperate about the prospect of recruiting new members here, so I might as well try my luck somewhere else.
As I expected, for two experienced adventurers who were about to reach level 50, this journey was very easy, and at most it was just a small outing in the suburbs. Along the way, we encountered neither danger nor trouble. Although there were many wild beasts, bandits and minions of the Doomsday Empire harassing us along the way, under the protection of me and the Yangtze River Delta, the Dwarf Aunt Warehouse did not encounter any danger. Instead, she gained a lot of soul power in the battles that could be called "bullying others" and leveled up four or five levels in a row. Conservatively estimated, if we continue at this speed, by the time we arrive at Freschit City, she may have become an experienced adventurer of more than ten levels.
I remember that when we left Reed City, the sun had just risen to the zenith of the sky, it was noon, and when we sat side by side on Oak Leaf Peak on the west side of the Oney Mountains to enjoy a sumptuous meal, the sky had gone through a cycle from light to dark and was once again filled with the bright colors of the morning light. The new sun rose brightly from behind us, casting our shadows straight ahead.
As its name suggests, Oakleaf Peak is a mountain with many large oak trees. This mountain is not very tall. I think it is more like a slightly tall "hill" than a low "mountain".
The terrain here is not very dangerous, and the path across the mountain is hidden in the reflection of the oak trees, and you will lose its trace if you are not careful. But for travelers, there is nothing to worry about - in this sparsely wooded mountain forest, as long as you do not change your direction, you will find the lost road again sooner or later.
Just as we finished all the food we brought with us, fully recovered our strength, packed up and prepared to complete the last leg of the journey, Chang Sanjiao suddenly stopped what he was doing, pointed forward and whispered to us in a low voice:
“Look!”
Looking in the direction of his finger, I saw two figures appearing and disappearing in the woods, one in front of the other, and gradually moving away. Because of the trees, I couldn't see their names and appearances clearly, but even so, my heart couldn't help but tighten:
Although I couldn't see the names of the two people clearly, even at this distance, it was not difficult to distinguish the colors of their names. I clearly saw that the names of the two people were red and green, and what was particularly worrying was that the red name was always floating more than ten steps behind the green name, slowly following it.
Faced with such a situation, any normal person would come to only one conclusion: an adventurer from the Continental Alliance was targeted by our mortal enemy, the invaders from the Blighted Land, and he himself did not notice it. Then perhaps at some point, this slow-witted traveler would suffer a fatal blow from behind.
Fortunately, we discovered this dangerous scene in time. Watching the name with the evil red mark slowly approaching, the sense of justice and honor flowing in my blood burst out in an instant, and an unstoppable flame immediately rose in my heart. The bones and muscles of my whole body were filled with fighting power because of a decision.
I want to save that unknown compatriot! Almost without thinking, this idea emerged in my mind very clearly. I can't be indifferent to a murder that is about to happen, let alone the one who is about to commit this crime personally, or a brutal invader, the source of turmoil and disaster for the entire continent.
Of course, we have more people, so we will be at an advantage in a fight. This is also an important reason why I did not hesitate to carry out this good deed.
I also saw the same enthusiasm for fighting in the eyes of my two companions. If I was still worried about the life of my fellow man who was targeted by the enemy, the two guys next to me seemed to be eager to taste the pleasure of killing - I don’t know if this is a coincidence, it seems that most of the people I know are cruel guys who are very keen on killing lives.
And to put it bluntly, they are all bullies who only care about the weak and the strong: if Warehouse is also crazy, a dwarf lady who is less than level 10, is left to face this kind of thing alone, her first reaction will probably be to run as far away as possible, and it would be her great luck not to be discovered by the enemy, not to mention wanting to save other people's lives.
It's no wonder. Not everyone has the sense of justice to help the poor and the courage to face strong enemies like me. You know, even if I'm the only one here...
Well...well...well...I'm afraid I would also make a prompt decision and choose to slip away.
Hey, don't show such a contemptuous expression. The great wisdom of avoiding danger and preserving a useful body cannot be confused with ordinary cowardice.
Anyway, in a situation like this where I was in an absolutely advantageous position, there was no need for me to show my foresight and wisdom in foreseeing and avoiding danger. The three of us just nodded to each other tacitly, and immediately quickened our pace to catch up with the enemy and friend in front of us.
In fact, the two men were not walking very slowly, and it was difficult for us to catch up with them in a short time. But fortunately, they were persistently moving forward along the rugged and winding mountain road, taking many detours, while we abandoned the mountain road and shuttled through the forest, heading straight in their direction. Therefore, it didn't take long for us to quietly follow them. Because we were afraid of disturbing the guy in the withered land in front of us too early, we didn't dare to get too close and always kept a certain distance. He seemed to be concentrating on the prey in front of him, so he didn't realize that he had become the target of our three people's hunting. In this way, a unique scene with profound philosophical meaning was formed between the few of us. Those who are involved in the sky call this: "The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind."
At this time, I finally saw the names of the two people in front of me.
The one walking in front is a human swordsman, and we are not unfamiliar with him. His name is "Foxiao", and we met him once in the server-merging battle. Although this guy can hardly be called an excellent warrior in terms of combat skills, he has extraordinary observation and decision-making ability in large-scale confrontations. In that battle, if he had not stepped forward to command the scene in time, I am afraid we would have had a hard time holding out for so long.
The one quietly following behind him was a male dark elf assassin. Dark elves are often more likely to become excellent assassins walking in the shadows than other races. Their racial traits of agility and good hiding make it easier for them to grasp the essence of lurking and sneak attacks. This dark elf named "Red Wolf" in front of us is such a dark elf. His footsteps are as swift and light as a mountain cat, and there is no sound when he lands on the ground. Although he followed closely behind Foxiao all the way, the human swordsman who became the target of his stalking seemed to have not noticed his existence at all, and he did not even turn his head from beginning to end.
The forest kept retreating beside us, and the narrow and winding mountain path gradually became straight and wide, and the originally simple dirt road gradually turned into a stone road paved with bluestone. Not far ahead, the shadows cast by the forest could no longer block the warm sunshine, and a bright light gathered at the exit of the forest. The holy city of Freschit cast its tall and white figure at the exit of the road, like a castle in the clouds, bathing in the glory of the gods.
At this time, the dark elf assassin Red Wolf probably realized that once he walked out of the forest, he could no longer hide his whereabouts and would miss the last chance to launch a sneak attack. He finally couldn't hold back any longer, so he suddenly quickened his pace and pressed forward towards the human assassin in front of him.
This careless killer didn't know that the moment he chose to take action, our attack had already been launched swiftly!
