North of Georgia, Rime Town.
The town was adjacent to the vast coniferous and broad-leaved forest in the north. Although the population was not large, the scenery was beautiful and natural resources were abundant. Logging and fur industries were the main pillars of the economy.
Rime was usually only formed when the temperature was below -20 degrees Celsius. It was simply unbelievable in the subtropical Georgia. But in the year when the pioneers arrived, it was very unusual for such a phenomenon to appear. That was how the town got its name.
Since then, although such a natural phenomenon did not appear again, the name was passed down.
In the previous migration, Rime Town had also absorbed a lot of Ilya immigrants, and its scale had expanded a lot.
Whoosh —
In the dense forest north of the town, a stag with brown and red fur was fleeing quickly in the forest.
There were shadows in the surrounding forest, and from time to time, there were loud shouts, constantly driving it in a specific direction.
Suddenly.
When it passed by a gully and leaped high, it turned its head to look back.
Bang!
After a gunshot echoed in the forest, blood splattered from the stag's head and it fell. Seeing this, three strong figures wearing deerskin coats and carrying guns quickly rushed up.
"Haha, the fur is undamaged, the boss is the best Kentucky marksman!"
"As expected, mortals and Transcendents cannot be mentioned in the same breath."
"Unfortunately, I know my limits. It's impossible for me to complete a trial of that level. Maybe Little Dick who inherited the boss's excellent talent can give it a try in the future."
Rustle …
While they were dealing with the prey, Jonson, who had two Kentucky rifles on his back and three short guns on his waist, had finished reloading the rifle in his hand and walked to them.
Because of the high muzzle velocity and accuracy brought by the small caliber and long barrel, the Kentucky rifles could shoot up to 274.3 meters in the hands of experienced shooters. It was the standard for hunters who made a living in the forest.
Behind him, Dick, who was eleven years old after the new year, wore a smaller set of equipment and also carried a rifle.
"Dick, although your marksmanship is not bad among the experienced hunters, this is your first time entering the forest as a hunter. There are still many things to learn.
What do you think of [Gunman]'s ability? Do you want to learn it? "
The gun pierced through the stag's eyes without damaging its beautiful fur at all. Jonson was proud of himself in front of his son. This was all thanks to his transcendent profession, [Gunman].
The transcendent path [Gunman] was a unique profession that was slowly developed after the pioneers came to the New World. Its history was very short.
Job Requirement (Grade 1): After a specific ceremony, the trial will begin. Carry a dagger or gun type weapon into the forest and live alone for a month. During this period of time, he had to rely on his rifle to kill a prey that he could never defeat with his cold weapons. Usually, this prey referred to a forest brown bear that weighed close to a ton!
At Tier 1, he gained the core abilities [Gun Sense] and [Vital Insight]. His keen senses allowed him to see through the enemy's vital points and deal a fatal blow.
At Grade 2, he would obtain a powerful ability called [Precision Lock]. When aiming at the same target, the next shot would always be closer to the vital point than the previous shot. It could be said to be a different kind of "Head Lock Hack".
Back in the pioneering town of Pavel, the hunter leader Relph who was killed by Manguenke's totem warriors was a powerful Grade 2 [Gunman].
It was unknown who was the first to take up this profession, but the officials guessed that the "mysterious source" of the corresponding path should be a powerful nature spirit that was proficient in the concept of "shooting."
Hearing this, Dick's eyes were filled with longing.
He raised his head and asked, "Dad, after becoming a [Gunman], will I be as strong as the uncle who saved us that day?"
Recalling the powerful warriors under the Feudal Lord, Jonson's face turned green. He wanted to forget all the scenes that were like a source of pollution, but he did not want to lie to his son.
That "maverick" warrior was at least at the peak of Grade 2. It was even possible that he surpassed Grade 2. Killing ghouls was as easy as killing chickens. According to what he knew, the strongest [Gunman] in the New World was only at Grade 2. The upper limit of his attack was heavily dependent on the gun in his hand.
Although he felt that it might damage his image as a father, he could only say in the end.
"Probably not …"
Dick could not hide the disappointment in his eyes.
"Oh …"
Which young man did not have the dream of being "the best in the world"?
.....
South shore of Lake Huron.
Two young men, one with red hair and one with yellow hair, wearing gray wizard robes and carrying medicine boxes, walked on a small path in the forest with heavy hearts.
In the forest on both sides of the path, some impatient vegetation had begun to sprout. It was close to spring. Although everything was gradually recovering, it was also the peak period of various epidemics.
The medical conditions in the New World were backward. Other than learning from their teacher, they also worked part-time to treat the residents of small colonial settlements, pioneer towns, and tribal clans. While training their abilities, they could also subsidize their families.
Because of the foundation laid by Leon, the master potion master, the three of them were very respected in this area.
Perhaps feeling that the atmosphere was too dull, the red-haired young man with a grass stick in his mouth asked his companion.
"Kyle, do you have any plans for the future?"
The yellow-haired young man who was immersed in his own thoughts did not even raise his head.
"Isn't it good if we become a potion master or a doctor like our teacher? If we have better abilities, maybe we can cure our teacher ourselves. We don't need to rely on others. What about you, Jacob? "
Spitting out the grass stick in his mouth, the red-haired young man raised his head. His eyes reflected the mountains and lakes, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
"I want to be a naturalist. Humans, even wizards, know too little about nature. Not to mention the pioneers, even in the native tribes, there are people who die from accidentally eating strange mushrooms and wild fruits from time to time.
I want to reveal the general rules between the various species in this world, guide humans to understand this world, and then completely conquer it! "
However, the enthusiasm only lasted for a moment. His mood immediately turned gloomy.
"I don't know if our teacher can get better. It's all the fault of those bastards from the Four Leaf Clover School!"
As they spoke, they had already arrived at the wooden house in the cedar forest. It was also their shared home with their teacher.
Creak …
At this moment, the door opened. A middle-aged wizard with a four-leaf clover embroidered on the corner of his robe walked out of the wooden house. He stood at the door and looked back.
"Master Leon, we, the Four Leaf Clover School, are very sincere about that potion formula. I'll be back in two days. I hope you've thought it through by then. "
After he finished speaking, he did not even look at the two apprentices at the door and walked away.
Listening to the other party's soft but firm threat.
The two young men, Jacob and Kyle, glared at the other party's back. Their faces paled, and they clenched their fists tightly. However, they knew that they could not hurt an official wizard even if they used all their strength. In the end, they weakly loosened their fists.
Both of them sighed in unison.
"Cough cough … What are you two standing there for? Come on in. "
They quickly walked into the wooden house. Seeing their teacher's complexion getting worse and worse, the two of them could not help but feel a lump in their throat.
Seeing his two disciples in such a state, Leon, whose face was gradually turning ashen, was still in the mood to crack a joke. "Initially, I wanted to use the [Dream Corridor Potion] formula to exchange for the two of you to qualify to join the guild. I didn't expect them to have the idea of getting something for nothing. You two brats really don't have the fortune to be wizards of the school! "
The chain of disdain existed everywhere.
Big school wizards despised small school wizards, small school wizards despised shaman wizards, and shaman wizards despised wild wizards.
In the circle of wizards, wild wizards had always been at the bottom of the chain of disdain. It could be said that they lacked knowledge, resources, connections, power … Everything.
However, for wild wizards or small schools, it was not completely hopeless. The most economical way to increase power, gain knowledge, and plunder spiritual materials was to explore the spirit world after becoming an official wizard!
The source of their "disaster" this time also came from the spirit world.
The big schools had their own methods of entering the spirit world. Milan's "Divination School's" [Spirit World Travel], Elvin's "Activation School's" [Psychic Potion], Olivia's "Gem School's" [Cat's Eye Stone – Spirit Body Awakening] …
Although in the end, through continuous training, they could achieve the goal of breaking away from the auxiliary tools and entering the spirit world in their dreams.
However, just like driving a car on a long journey, they did not need to use it after familiarizing themselves with the road a few more times, but in the beginning, they still needed this key.
It was just like the [Whale Potion], [Bird Language Potion], and [Extract Potion] that Leon had left in the potion master's notes. These were three extremely economical and effective formulas. This 110-year-old potion master once again displayed his strengths and simplified a low-cost "navigation mode".
[Dream Corridor Potion]
Effect: Combined with a self-hypnosis technique called "Dream Corridor," bypassing the middle link and gradually mastering the way to directly sneak into the spirit world from the dream.
Compared to the methods passed down by the big schools, this method was like a combination of a pair of big eyes, maps, landmark buildings, and signboards. Although the efficiency was far from other people's navigation systems, the hardware requirements were reduced by several orders of magnitude.
The cost of production was low and could be prepared on a large scale.
After the potion was prepared, Leon excitedly began to experiment. The two disciples were only apprentices, so of course, he was the only one experimenting.
In the end, he did indeed rely on it to successfully enter the spirit world, but when he descended, he was ambushed by the spirit world creatures entrenched in the beacon anchorage. While being cursed, his spirituality was also contaminated, and he fled back to the material world in a sorry state.
Originally, he wanted to use the [Dream Corridor Potion] formula to seek help from the "Four-Leaf Clover School," which was also good at potions, in exchange for the treatment of spirituality contamination. At the same time, he wanted to let the two apprentices join the other school and become proper school wizards.
However, he could not avoid the common problem of high-end technicians — high IQ but low EQ. During the transaction, he spoke too straightforwardly, and the other party saw through him. If he could gain something without risking anything, why pay an additional price?
That was why the scene just now happened, and it seemed that the four-leaf clover was about to lose its patience.
"Teacher, the two of us should be able to reach the promotion standard soon. If we become official wizards, we should be able to make them hesitate and be willing to make a new deal."
Leon raised his hand to stop his disciple's words.
"Cough, cough, cough. You should know that if you are promoted now, you can only become a wild wizard, and your future will be very different from that of a school wizard with an inheritance.
You are still young and talented, so there is no need to ruin your future for me. Even if it is a wild wizard's promotion ceremony, I will not give it to you.
Originally, the 'Four-Leaf Clover School' was the most suitable choice. Their foundation is very similar to ours, both are 'potions', and there is no problem with the compatibility. Unfortunately … "
After the school had its own set of "mysterious sources," of course, there was a corresponding compatibility among the thousands of paths. Not everyone was qualified to join a school, and not everyone was suitable to join a certain school.
Other than positive, negative, and neutral, there were countless subdivisions. For example, the attributes of the "Tree of Life Meditation" leaned towards order and conservation of nature.
Moreover, every wizard was a gold-swallowing beast that consumed huge amounts of resources. If one did not have a rich family background, the school wizards would have to carefully consider whether they could bring an equivalent return after paying a huge cost.
The smaller the school, the more cautious it was.
"I have entrusted an Atrian friend in the Iroquois Tribe to prepare in the next two days. The two of you can go there and hide for a while."
"Teacher!"
The two of them trembled at the same time. They had already heard the ominous taste in Leon's words.
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