He returned home and opened the forum. As he expected, his name was discussed repeatedly in a lot of posts.
The thread about the Inferior Fireball that he had posted before had already received more than four thousand replies.
This time, it wasn't just the Warlocks and Mages, but all the players in the game. The official announcement made Roland appear in front of all the players in World of Falan.
Most of the comments revolved around 'who is Roland?'
It was because the officials said that abilities in the game were linked to abilities in reality. Roland was able to concentrate all his magic power into an Inferior Fireball in the video, which wasn't something that anybody could do.
Many Mage players said that they could only concentrate an extra 10% to 30% of their magic power into a single spell. Any more than that, and the spell wouldn't take shape at all, and they might even suffer a magic backlash and blow up their heads.
This raised a question. What kind of traits or specializations did people have in real life that could display such potential in the game?
There were a lot of guesses, but one of the posts caught Roland's attention.
He clicked on it, only to find that it was a video.
In the video, a one-handed sword Warrior wandered among a bunch of green-skinned monsters. His sword danced and his steps were as swift and elegant as a dragon. It was quite a feast to watch.
Those green-skinned monsters, on the other hand, couldn't even touch the edge of his clothes and were knocked down one after another.
At the end of the video, the author explained that he was an external disciple of the Wudang Mountain and had been practicing the Wandering Dragon Sword Technique since he was a kid. In reality, he could take down four or five men with a wooden stick, but in the game, he focused on Constitution and Dexterity. Together with the Swimming Dragon Sword Technique, his strength soared. NPCs of the same level were no match for him at all. Since he could do that, people with other specialties should be able to do the same. Therefore, Roland had to have a similar specialty to concentrate all his magic power into a spell.
Based on his speculation, Roland should be a shaman.
First of all, shaman dancers were also known as' Sorcerers' in real life. Moreover, during shaman dancing, the Sorcerers had to chant scriptures non-stop, dance, and even find time to perform the Fire Escape technique. They were simply multi-talented. Without sufficient concentration, it was impossible to become a qualified shaman dancer.
His speculation was agreed with by the netizens.
Then, there was a neat queue below the post.
"I kneel before God Roland, who is dancing as a god."
"I kneel before God Roland, who is dancing as a god."
Seeing this, Roland's face turned green.
What the hell are you talking about? These idiotic netizens are really detestable.
Just when Roland was a little depressed from anger, his phone rang.
"Come to the old place. You're the only one left."
He didn't even need to look at the phone number to know who it was just from the voice.
Roland rode his bicycle to the panda box of the cold drink bar. Six people were sitting inside, chatting with each other.
Seeing him come in, they casually greeted him, and Roland found a place to sit down.
As soon as he sat down, Schuck said, "Okay, stop talking. I have something important to say."
After everybody looked at him, Schuck said, "The Saint Samurai are highly respected in the Church of Light. I got the military map of the Church of Light with my permission and memorized it."
Then, he opened up a printed blueprint and laid it flat on the table.
"The seven points marked on the map are our birthplaces." Schuck heaved a sigh. "The scale of the map is about 1: 50000, and the seven of us are in different directions. We're shockingly far away from each other."
Some of them didn't know what the scale of the map was, but they could understand the size of the map. They all frowned after glancing at it.
"It'll be a long time before the five of us get together," said Husseret, who was the thinnest. Husseret, the thinnest of them all, said, "And this game is extremely unfriendly to us Rogues. I've been in prison three times already. Damn it, those city guards caught me as soon as they saw me, not caring if I stole anything else. Is there really such a high level of hatred?"
Everybody couldn't help but laugh at Husseret's complaint.
Probably because of his personality, Husseret preferred stealth classes or heroes in most games, and he was indeed the best at such classes.
In most games, even if the Rogues were caught stealing, they could eliminate the aggro by squatting in the shadows and going invisible.
But this trick didn't work at all in World of Falan. Those NPCs were no different from real people.
They remembered clearly who had stolen from him.
Raffel pressed the cigarette into the ashtray and said, "It's been more than a month. We can manage to understand the basic daily language, but the biggest problem is that we have no intelligence at all. Also, for some reason, the nobles in the city hate the players so much that they always come to us for trouble."
Raffel's words were immediately echoed by Li Lin, Husseret, and Brazil. They had been more or less bullied by the minor nobles over the past month.
"That's not true, is it?" Roland was stunned for a moment. "When I was in Red Mountain Town, the mayor was also a minor noble. He even greeted me when he saw me."
Schuck also nodded. "The nobles I've met are more polite."
Everybody looked at Betta, who had been eating watermelon.
Betta spat out a few black seeds and said, "I'm set as a noble in the game. As long as I send a visit invitation according to the rules, I can visit most of the nobles with real power."
Well … it was an obvious difference in treatment.
Brazil, who was tall and skinny, said in distress, "That's not fair. Why are you so friendly at the beginning? "
Roland found it a little strange too. Was there anything in common?
He looked at Schuck and then at Betta. Then, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He clapped his hands hard. "I think I know what's going on."
"Speak." Li Lin, who was more impatient, said angrily, "Don't keep us guessing."
Roland pointed at himself. "A pure spellcaster."
Then, he pointed at Schuck. "A religious person who can cast spells."
He pointed at Betta. "A noble and a spellcaster."
Then, he pointed at Husseret and smiled. "A Rogue!"
He pointed at Li Lin. "A violent barbarian."
He pointed at Raffel. "A barbarian who plays with shields."
In the end, he pointed at Brazil and couldn't help but laugh. "A barbarian who shoots birds with bows."
The four physical professionals were stunned for a moment, then cursed in unison, "F * ck!"
The setting of the game World of Falan was somewhat similar to a medieval society. In this ignorant world with little cultural exchange, religious people, nobles, and spellcasters were the symbols of civilized people. It was common knowledge that those who knew magic were upper-class people and civilized people.
As for Li Lin and the other physical professionals … they couldn't even understand human language. What were they if not rude retards!
The civilians might not dare to criticize the professionals, but the nobles who had noses on their foreheads wouldn't be so nice to the physical professionals.
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