In Roddy's memory, "Epic Quests" were one of the things that PvE players loved to talk about the most.
Although Roddy was a pure PvP player, it was unavoidable for him to encounter NPCs' quests most of the time. This was because these daily quests, which could be easily completed, could provide him with a lot of EXP.
As for "daily quests," "stage quests," "dungeon quests," and "wanted quests," he had seen many of them. Therefore, when it came to these "Epic Quests" with dark gold patterns, Roddy understood what they meant.
Danger.
Difficulty.
Players' understanding of the game and overall strength had to be strong to be able to complete such difficult quests. Most importantly, these quests had many steps and were full of variables. Moreover, they were "unique"!
Every "Epic Quest" only had one chance to be completed. Once it was judged as a failure, it could not be accepted again and would disappear forever. There would not be a second person who received the same quest.
In other words, this Epic Quest named [Judgment of the White Bone Throne] didn't have any "strategy" to speak of at all!
It was created by the game system based on the time, reputation, and strength gap. Roddy could not find any similar quest samples to use as a comparison!
His advantage as a reincarnator was greatly reduced, and this made Roddy lose much confidence.
However, the greater the risk, the greater the reward. The reason why "Epic Quests" were sought after and researched wasn't because of their insane difficulty, but because of the rewards that countless players coveted. EXP and gold coins were no longer important. What was truly priceless were the powerful "titles," "skills," and "Rune Embedding." The rewards obtained after completing the stage quests could completely make a mediocre player stand out and become a powerful character that could change the direction of the game's history!
This was definitely an opportunity.
Although this quest gave Roddy a lot of "pressure," it also meant that he had a real chance to rise from mediocrity.
Roddy first glanced around to make sure that Sodelor had gone to talk to Steward John. Then, he walked to the fireplace in the conference hall and carefully studied the "quest panel."
Under the simple quest description, this "Epic Quest" was very different from ordinary quests. Apart from the dark gold font, there was nothing in the "Quest Clues" section. There was no hint at all, but there was an extra line below: "Duration of this stage: 150 days."
This gave Roddy a fright, but he immediately felt relieved. Epic Quests were supposed to be difficult. 150 days was the requirement for this "first step," not the requirement for the entire quest chain. Otherwise, Roddy would not have the ability to rush to Tasman and kill Augustine in five months. This was illogical.
Looking at the color of the words, "Dark Red" meant that this quest was "Extremely Difficult" for his current level. If he insisted on doing it, the difficulty would probably be several times higher than the basic difficulty, so he couldn't rush it. So, the most important thing now was to quickly raise his level.
"Augustine … Augustine …"
Roddy frowned as he thought about the big boss that he would have to deal with sooner or later. He carefully recalled his previous understanding of him, but before he could sort out his thoughts, Zodelor's footsteps rang out in the corridor.
Raising his head, the young Baron walked in with a serious face. He looked around, and after confirming that there was no one on either side, he raised his hand and handed a letter to Roddy.
"This is …" Under the candlelight, Roddy's frown deepened. "An emergency military situation at the border? How did it get here? "
"The Dukes Of Angmar just sent it over." Sitting on the armchair opposite Roddy, Sodelor stretched out his hand to loosen the leather belt that was tightened because of the battle. He exhaled and said, "It's a sighting report from the western border a week ago."
"The west …"
Roddy reached out and opened the red envelope in his hand. This color represented "military emergency". It was the kind of urgent information that needed to be personally delivered to Duke. His eyes quickly swept over the handwriting, and Roddy's eyes suddenly narrowed.
"There are traces of the Orc Wolf Riders? That place seems to be the closest to the territory of Rohar's Hammer. How long has it been? Isn't the speed of their recovery a little too fast? "
Roddy immediately summoned the "map". His system's "map" column was originally useless because unexplored areas were not shown on the map. In the past, the "Efta Territory" on it was basically a vast expanse of white and had no reference value at all. But after seeing the detailed map contributed by Ansadin, Roddy's "map" column automatically updated the contents on it, so he could now directly look at it in front of his eyes.
On the densely marked map, Roddy's gaze fell on the western part of Efta … This slightly barren area was sparsely populated, and unlike Norland Village in the northwest, it was bordered by the Nehemiah Grassland. Its location was very special. On one side was the black mountain range of the Tasman Kingdom, and on the other side was a forest that extended from the edge of the Nehemiah Grassland. Behind it were a few villages in Efta Territory. It was in a very awkward "surrounded on three sides" zone.
Roddy raised his eyebrows because he saw a familiar word in this area: "Elson".
This was one of the main points that Ansadin had marked. Why did the orcs appear here too?
The letter was delivered from a sentry post called "Sola", located about seventy to eighty kilometers away from "Elson", isolated by the vast expanse of wilderness and forest. It must be a sentry post specially set up by the Dukes Of Angmar after he heard about the "orc crisis".
According to history, the "Sola" sentry post would never appear, and orcs had never appeared in the western part of the kingdom in known history … What was going on? Could it all be attributed to the "butterfly effect" that he had caused?
"The location of the Sola sentry post is too remote, so it took six days for the message to reach Hollier City, and Lord Duke immediately sent the original copy to us … This means …"
Sodelor analyzed the hidden meaning of all this in a low voice, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the solid wood armrest. "He wants us to take responsibility?"
"We were the ones who killed the orcs, so we must know the situation of the orcs the best. Angmar probably threw it here to wait for us to analyze it."
Roddy put the fiery red letter away. "It's impossible for us to take responsibility for this matter. How many people do we have in total? He should be the one to worry about the real defense of the territory. We've already fulfilled our obligation by providing a plan, any more would just be forcing him against his will. "
"But I think Steward John's intention … seems to be more urgent."
"He's just a steward, and stewards will only be eager to help their master. Even if he worries about the territory, he won't be able to get to the point." Roddy opened his eyes and looked at Sodelor. "There's no need to consider everyone's feelings. Just because someone has expectations of us doesn't mean that we have to work hard according to their wishes."
Sodelor pondered for a few seconds, nodded, and did not speak again.
"There's no meaning in living under other people's expectations. I know what I'm doing." Roddy did not say too much. Sodelor was still growing up. Although "good guy" sounded good, he could never be "independent". If Sodelor wanted to become the strongest sword, the first thing he had to learn was to "reject" those seemingly reasonable but actually meaningless requests.
"To be honest, I didn't think I would reach this step in just half a year, so sometimes I don't think things through …"
Sodelor quickly understood Roddy's meaning, and his words sounded a little ashamed.
"I don't mean to criticize you." Roddy did not expect this guy to be so thin-skinned. He smiled and said, "Everyone has limited energy, and no one can take care of everything. No matter what kind of nobleman you become in the future, you should know what you want to do. Of course, you also have to remember … you're not living under my expectations. I'm helping you because I hope that you and I have a common goal and work hard together, not treating you as a tool that can be used."
These words seemed to untie some knot in Sodelor's heart. His tense expression relaxed a lot, and he slowly exhaled and said with some fatigue, "I suddenly have too much power, and I'm always afraid that I'll do something wrong. I'm being cautious, but I find that I'm overthinking many things."
"It's only right to have this kind of process."
This was the first time in a long time that Roddy had such an in-depth conversation with Sodelor. He could feel Sodelor's cautiousness and the things he upheld in his heart: strong self-control, a sense of fairness, and a sense of justice. It was no accident that he could break through the barrier of Level 60 in history.
After the short conversation, Roddy did not plan to say too much. He got up and returned to the house, leaving Sodelor in a daze in the living room. When he walked up to the second floor, Roddy found Suren pacing back and forth.
"What are you doing?"
Roddy's words startled Suren. The latter stood rooted to the ground, wanting to say something, but when the words reached his mouth, he could not form them. He had just witnessed the scene of the Wolverine Mercenary Group being crushed by Duke's guards, so he had a clearer understanding of Roddy's identity.
In other words, he suddenly felt that the gap between his status and Roddy's was too big.
"Status" was a formless pressure. Even though Roddy had restrained his aura and was no different from an ordinary passerby, it still made Suren feel nervous and embarrassed.
"That, that … I wanted to talk about the wristguard …" Suren reached out to wipe away the sweat that had appeared due to nervousness. He then stuttered, "I think your crafting method … might, might waste materials …"
Suren regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. In his impression, which of the nobles was not temperamental? He had really spoken too quickly and blurted out the truth. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?
But he did not expect that Roddy would only be slightly startled before he replied with a smile, "Oh? I happen to be going to Hollier tomorrow. I should be bringing the leather armor there for crafting. I might need your help along the way. If it's possible … come in for a chat? "
He pushed the door open and entered the study. Suren heaved a sigh of relief. He could not help but wonder … Is Roddy going to let me take over crafting equipment?
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