Rody did not notice the gaze behind him. When he walked out of the monastery, he immediately cleared his mind of all thoughts of Sally. He was like an emotionless machine. After a few minutes, all that was left in his mind was planning his future career.
He habitually glanced at the mission panel. The "Fall of the Priestess of Nilda" mission chain had been activated. The content was: "Try to find clues at the place where you picked up the ring."
Roddy closed it. He did not intend to continue with the mission. The mission chain had a huge gap in level. The requirement to activate it was only level 1, but to complete the third step, one had to be at least level 10. The seventh step required a team of 10 people at level 20. The last step could only be completed by players who had advanced to their profession level 30. Although the rewards were bountiful enough to raise his reputation in the Rose-Cross Cathedral to "Reverence," it was only useful for Priests. So, he did not want to do this kind of mission with no rewards at all.
He looked at his character status. Because the final level of the mission was very high, the activation of the mission chain rewarded him with a lot of experience points. Even the starting step, which had the lowest reward, still gave Roddy 4000 experience points.
Including the mission of "Save the daughter of Duke, Sally", Roddy realized that he had the qualifications to directly jump two levels. He did not hesitate and directly selected the "Level Up" button, leveling up to level 5. He saved the experience points for leveling up to level 6 as insurance. He then took out the box that Bishop Benjamin gave him and opened it.
There was a very simple necklace in the box. The pendant was the symbol of the Rose-Cross Church, the Holy Triangle.
Exquisite Holy Triangle Pendant
Excellent Necklace
Location: Neck
+ 2 Strength
Equipment: "Rose-Cross Cathedral." Reputation value increased to "Friendly."
"God's eyes are always on the people."
A necklace was better than nothing. Roddy thought for a moment and replaced the "mysterious necklace." The attributes were secondary. The Rose-Cross Cathedral's reputation value increased to "Friendly" was a pleasant surprise for Roddy. The resources of the Rose-Cross Cathedral were abundant, but they were usually not sold to the public. Only those with a reputation value of "Friendly" and above could buy some affordable and high-quality goods from this religious force's armory. Roddy happened to need to change his armory, so this necklace was a better choice.
"Fareins Armory. This way."
Rody raised his head to confirm the direction. He then walked towards the place where the equipment was sold in the 'Holy Temple'. However, just as he was about to close the equipment slot, he suddenly saw the ring on his finger that he found in the Chimera's Beast Cave. Because he had leveled up to level 5, the attributes of the ring had been activated.
But now that Roddy's attributes had skyrocketed because of the Stalker set, the attributes of the ring were not enough anymore. But he still instinctively glanced at the mission notification that was activated because he had reached the level.
"You gently wipe the ring, and find a line of light gold text on it: Hlukji 'smier."
Such a simple sentence made Roddy raise his eyebrows. As a technological geek, he was not only proficient in the human language of Bringa, but he also dabbled in other languages. This background knowledge was the key to mastering a game, especially when faced with a mission. And now, it was obviously time for Roddy to put this knowledge to use.
Roddy could not identify the meaning of this line of writing, but he could tell that it was the language of the Elves. But the Elves were divided into Wood Elves, Dark Elves, High Elves and so on. He could only tell from the spelling that this was the spelling of the Wood Elves, and the meaning of one of the words was "light."
Light? The Wood Elves worshipped a half-human, half-deer primordial deity. In a sense, it was somewhat related to the "Druid" sect. The Wood Elves were not a large group, and clergy and spellcasters were relatively rare. But there was a type of priest that seemed to be related to "light" — it was a class that players could not choose: "Guardian of Light."
Roddy had only heard of this class. It seemed that the function of this class was to fight against demons and the undead or something. It sounded similar to the holy knights in human religion, but it existed much earlier. Later on, it almost disappeared, leaving only a few NPCs in the world, and it was still rarely seen.
"Heh … Seems like the Elves and the Undead have a grudge against each other."
Roddy sighed, but he also felt that there was something wrong with this ring. Logically speaking, any mission should have a verbal notification on the "mission content". For example, the "Fall of the Priest of Nilda" would indicate a location to continue searching for clues. But this ring did not have such a description at all. Roddy thought for a moment, looked around, and walked into an empty alley. He raised his fist and pointed the ring forward, and said, "Hlukji 'smier!"
Nothing happened.
"Looks like it's not a magic item."
Roddy mumbled to himself, put down his hand, and was about to leave. But after a few steps, he felt that something was wrong, because there seemed to be some faint changes in the reflection of the walls on both sides. The highly vigilant Roddy thought for a moment, then slowly raised his palm, shook it a few times, and finally understood what the problem was.
It turned out that the ring was glowing.
Because of the strong sunlight at the moment, Roddy did not notice any changes in it before, until he walked into the dark, only then did he see the difference of this ring.
"Ring of Light? What is this? "
Shaking the "flashlight" in his hand, Roddy helplessly chanted the elven language on the ring again, and the light disappeared. He was a little confused about the function of this ring, but he had no clue at the moment, so he walked out of the alley while thinking, and headed for the Fareins Munitions Warehouse.
Roddy planned to leave this main city after buying enough military supplies, because the Orcs at the border were still his main source of experience. After obtaining new equipment and weapons, and a higher level, Roddy would definitely let those Orc bastards understand what a real "harassment tactic" was.
...
April 588 of the Elon Calendar could be considered a turning point in the history of the Kingdom of Karen.
Francis' operation to kill Sally ended in failure this month. His original overall plan was completely disrupted. The impact of this not only made the earl feel frustrated, but in a sense, it also made the witch doctor, Sarota, who was secretly in contact with him, very depressed.
Looking from Norland Village, a village at the edge of the kingdom, to the northwest, after flying over the endless grassland and crossing hundreds of kilometers … When the tents springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain appeared in his vision, he would be considered to have entered the territory of the Orc Kingdom.
Herds of sheep and cows roamed the meadow. Occasionally, the herding Orcs would sing rough songs. Because they were poor, most of them wore simple clothes made of animal skin. Their skin was rough, and their faces were sad. This was the portrayal of the entire Orc Kingdom.
The nomadic people were actually not completely "poor". If all their cattle and sheep were exchanged for the gold coins of the human kingdom, perhaps every herdsman would live a much better life than the farmers in the Kingdom of Karen. But the reality was cruel. The hostility with the human kingdom and the isolation with the Tasman undead in the south left these herdsmen with no place to exchange. It was like guarding a mountain of gold and silver but having nowhere to spend it. The high-priced cattle and sheep could only be kept for themselves for the winter.
In a kingdom composed of 90% grassland and 10% desert, the living conditions were much more difficult than in the Kingdom of Karen.
The ruling structure was loose. The kingdom was composed of tribes ruled by a dozen chieftains. There was no "unity" to speak of. Among these tribes, the "Hammer of Rohal" could be considered as a tribe in the middle of the whole Orc Kingdom.
At this time, in a village of the Hammer of Rohal, there were some groans of pain coming from a huge tent.
There was blue and white smoke in the air, and a strange medicinal fragrance could be smelled at the tip of the nose. The injured Orc was lying on a bed covered with animal skin, gritting his teeth to endure the pain. But after all, there was no anesthetic in this era, and there were times when he could not endure it.
The Orc's body was as strong as a bear's, and he could even be said to be one of the few big guys in the clan. However, his usually majestic appearance was now abnormally dispirited. Bean-sized beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead, and his green face was twisted because of the pain.
A slanted wound across his back was exposed in the air, so deep that the bone could be seen. It seemed that he had been delayed for too long, and the wound was covered with festering pus. But now, most of the rotten flesh had been cleaned with a knife, applied with herbs, and then tightened with bandages.
Coarse hemp bandages were considered precious items in the Orc Kingdom. It was obvious that he was highly valued at this time.
"That's enough, Kosar."
A faint voice sounded beside him, calm and powerful.
The Orc named Kosar immediately got up and knelt on the ground, ignoring the pain. He said in a low voice, "Thank you, Lord Sarota. Kosar swears to follow in your footsteps until death!"
Such words were somewhat flattering or pretentious in the human kingdom, but they carried a heavy weight among the Orcs.
Sarota, who was the tribe's Chief Witch Doctor, reached out his hand and pulled him up, letting him sit on a wooden chair at the side. Sarota still used that calm tone to ask, "Then … Xhosa, tell me in detail what you encountered."
"Yes! Lord Sarota, we … "
The Orc exhaled, and then began to narrate his experience in a low voice.
Kosar, who had been slashed on his back, had only returned to the village yesterday. He had fainted at the entrance of the village. The wound on his body was seriously festering, and he was almost half-dead. This Orc, who had spent nearly a month crossing the prairie and finally returned to the village on foot, ate almost everything that could be eaten along the way … weeds, wild rabbits, dead rats. In short, he had crossed hundreds of kilometers of prairie on foot, just to tell the witch doctor a bad news —
The intention of building an outpost in the Kingdom of Karen had been discovered by the humans.
And the outpost where Kosar was located had suffered unprecedented damage!
Combined with the news that the raiding troop had lost ten Wolf Riders some time ago, this witch doctor, who had a high position in the Hammer of Rohal, slightly clenched the bone die in his hand after listening to Kosar's report. He narrowed his eyes and sighed as if he was talking to himself.
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