Volume 8 Guild Chapter 6: Internationalist Fighter
I must admit that half of my description in the previous paragraph came from Foxiao's own narration, and the other half came from the irrepressible, romantic and heroic, although not entirely untrue, but completely understandable and reasonable imagination of a passionate young warrior from the bottom of his heart... Well, I admit that my imagination may be a little more, maybe two-thirds, about three-quarters, but certainly not as much as four-fifths - I swear in the name of the Supreme God.
But no matter what, the essence of the matter has not changed. A human and a dark elf became friends. After that, they often communicated and went on adventures together. Although they often accidentally hurt each other during adventures, and there would always be misunderstandings every time they met other adventurers, their feelings became deeper and deeper.
No matter how you look at this issue, in my opinion, this is a great friendship. Two heroic and courageous young adventurers who were in hostile positions met, got to know each other, respected each other, and forged a deep comradeship in the arduous battle.
I often feel that we live in an era that is too huge, and everyone seems so insignificant in the face of this huge wheel of the times. This era is playing a main theme called "war".
In such a melody filled with flames of war and smoke, each of us seems to have nowhere to escape and can only become a tiny note in this song and become part of the corpses and blood scattered on the earth.
However, the two people in front of me gave me a glimpse of hope: war is not everything in our lives. In addition to war, we still have many other precious and beautiful things, such as friendship. Their passionate friendship broke through the shackles of race and tore apart the cage of political stance. It cannot be tolerated by any moral doctrine in the name of "righteousness". Although it is destined to be difficult for the secular world to accept, it is touching and shocking!
Looking at the dead body of the Dark Elf Red Wolf lying on the ground, my heart was filled with guilt and regret: We really should have listened to what he had to say.
At this time, the resurrected red wolf raised its head from the ground.
He looked around and found that the three vicious men who had killed him in the blink of an eye were now surrounding him with their eyes wide open. He screamed in fear and crawled behind Foxiao, revealing half of his head with fear and shouting at the top of his voice:
"Don't go too far. Just kill once. Guarding the corpse is very immoral. I am this guy..." He stretched out his right index finger from behind Fo Xiao and pointed at Fo Xiao's head horizontally, "...'s friend."
"...I personally fully agree that all races in the alliance share ownership and control over the Farvi continent. I respect the sovereignty and territorial integrity of the Farvi continent. I firmly recognize the principle that there is only one Farvi continent. I strongly condemn the invasion and secession of the Farvi continent by the Doomsday Empire. I strongly support the just actions of all races in the alliance to defend their country and resist aggression..."
Uh...it seems that the person we just killed was unexpectedly...an internationalist fighter? !
Fortunately, Foxiao quickly cleared up the misunderstanding, and we also apologized to the resurrected victim in a very awkward manner. He graciously accepted our apology, and then the five of us walked together towards the holy city of Freschitte.
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"... Red Wolf, what are you going to the Holy City for?" The dwarf aunt in the warehouse suddenly asked in a muffled voice halfway through the journey.
"This..." Although we were walking in the vast wilderness, the surrounding situation was clear at a glance. Apart from a few wild boars wandering on the grassland, there was nothing moving in our field of vision. However, the dark elf still subconsciously looked around, then lowered his voice and asked us mysteriously:
"...Do you know that there is a high priest in the Lumbly Temple in the Holy City?"
I once said that in order to claim the reward I won in the server-merging battle, I had been to the holy city of Freschit and the Lumbree Temple mentioned by the dark elves. If I remember correctly, the high priestess living in the temple was named Evelina, a sweet girl who was only 17 or 18 years old at most. If nothing unexpected happened, she should be the youngest religious leader living in Freschit.
The god Lumbli is widely believed by the barbarians living in the southwest jungle, so this high priest is different from other religious leaders I have seen. She wears a coarse cloth robe with various runes painted on it, a crown with nine colorful feathers on her head, oil paint on her face, a necklace made of beast teeth around her neck, and a mysterious staff with alien totems painted on it. She has no shoes on her feet, but her wrists and ankles are covered with ornaments carved from magic crystals.
All this made the high priest not as serious and rigid as other religious leaders, but full of bright and clear youthful and wild beauty, which left a deep impression on me.
"Have you checked her equipment?" Red Wolf asked.
As an upright and heroic warrior, who would do such an uncultured and impolite thing as checking a girl's clothes?
So, I didn't dare to get too close at that time, and just stood at a distance and took a sneak peek.
But just this sneak peek out of pure curiosity made me feel a little confused...
"Do you know that among all the leader-level NPCs in the Empire and the Alliance..." These space-related people always like to call those dull natives "NPCs". This is probably another nickname they are used to, just like they like to call themselves "players"...
"...Among all the leader-level NPCs, only the level and attributes of the equipment of this high priest are available to us. The highest-level necklace is level 70 equipment..." I can prove that what Red Wolf said is true. This is what makes me wonder: although the equipment of the high priest is still very high-end for us, and its attributes can be described as "the best of the best", for a religious leader of noble status, the highest level of equipment on her body is only level 70, and the lowest is even less than level 60. This is a matter of loss of status for her.
"...You all know that if the level difference is more than 30 levels, you can't check the other party's equipment, and the highest level person right now is just over 50 levels. In other words, this high priest is the leader-level NPC with the smallest level difference with us."
"What does this have to do with you?" Chang Sanjiao muttered impatiently.
"You are a shadow thief." Red Wolf looked at the orc with contempt. "Don't you have any imagination at all? Let me remind you: the theft skill can only be successful when used on an object that is within 30 levels higher than you."
"Could it be that you..." Chang Sanjiao obviously thought of something and almost screamed loudly, but the dark elf assassin grabbed his neck and covered his mouth in time.
"Damn it, do you want the whole world to know?" The dark elf looked around carefully. His caution was obviously unnecessary. Even with the telescope, there were only dozens of wild animals such as wild boars, hares and voles within our visual range. They obviously would not be interested in the high priest's equipment.
"Mmm...Mmm..." Chang Sanjiao's eyes turned white and he was foaming at the mouth. He struggled desperately with his hands, pointing at his head. Above his head, the numbers symbolizing his vitality were "-30", "-50" and floating around. It seemed that this fat half-orc was about to go into shock.
"Ah, sorry, sorry..." The dark elf who noticed this quickly let go of his hand, "...You were standing in such a good position that I accidentally used the skill 'Hanging'. It's an occupational disease, an occupational disease..."
Ignoring Chang Sanjiao who was trying hard to catch his breath, the dark elf assassin cleared his throat and continued to speak to us:
"...The difference in levels is just right. Do you think this is just a coincidence?" The question raised by the dark elf was thought-provoking.
"...According to gossip from a reliable source..." The dark elf's eyes sparkled like a mountain cat in the dark night, and he whispered stealthily, "...As long as you can sneak up to this NPC, you may be able to steal her equipment. And the higher your level, the more NPCs you can steal from. Every twenty levels you increase, there will be new NPC leader equipment you can steal - of course, you must first sneak into the main city of the other camp, you can't steal from NPCs in your own camp."
"So you..." Warehouse also asked frantically and tentatively.
"Yes..." Red Wolf grinned slyly, "...I want to try my luck."
"What...what...what?" Although I knew early on that people who were willing to risk being slaughtered and run to the enemy camp's main city would never do so simply for sightseeing at their own expense, Red Wolf's answer was still far beyond my expectations. From a righteous internationalist fighter to a daring international thief, the gap between these two roles was so great that for a moment I didn't know how to treat this dark elf in front of me.
“You can’t succeed…” Chang Sanjiao rubbed his neck, which had purple marks from being pinched, and angrily poured cold water on it. “But the soldiers guarding the Holy City are all level 60. They can see through your invisibility at a glance, and you can’t even get into the castle gate.”
"Don't compare me to an amateur thief like you..." Red Wolf curled his lips proudly, "...I have made careful preparations for this matter - just look at the equipment I'm wearing and you'll know."
His words aroused my curiosity. I carefully checked his equipment and found that his armor, cloak, boots and gloves were a rare set of clothes, called Nighthawk Feathers, Nighthawk Wings, Nighthawk Feathers and Nighthawk Claws respectively.
This set of equipment called "Nighthawk Wind Rider" does not significantly improve the wearer's defense, and is not much better than a tattered leather robe in terms of increasing the wearer's vitality, defense, attack power and other attributes - no wonder the red wolf was unexpectedly vulnerable to our previous sneak attack - but it has an amazing bonus to the wearer's agility. Just a pair of boots has increased the dark elf's agility by nearly 300 points, and the four pieces of equipment together have increased his agility by at least more than 1,000 points. I guess, if this set of magic equipment is put on a turtle, it may be able to run at a speed that even a horse or a cheetah would be ashamed of.
When these four pieces of equipment are worn at the same time, the two hidden skills of this magic suit can be activated - "Night Silence" and "Hand of Desire". The former cannot bring any direct impact to others, but it can greatly enhance the concealment effect when the wearer uses the "Stealth" skill, while the latter can greatly increase the success rate of the "Theft" skill - it is simply a must-have for climbing over walls and stealing chickens and dogs.
"In order to prepare for this operation, I spent a lot of money to buy this..." As if to show off, Red Wolf showed a proud expression and took out a bottle of light gray magic potion from his backpack.
The evaporation potion can greatly enhance the stealth effect within three minutes, making the user more difficult to detect, and at the same time increase the movement speed when stealing by 100%. As far as I know, the price of this small bottle of potion in the market has exceeded 100 gold coins, and before this, I have never figured out what treasure a thief should steal with it to earn back the cost of 100 gold coins.
"…Not only that, but I also spent half a month specially training my theft skills to the highest level of 40." Red Wolf boasted self-absorbedly, looking at our contemptuous gazes without shame.
