Chapter 179. God's Chosen One's Slumber
"Wait a mont."
Char and a young man picked up the swordsman and was about to leave, but they were stopped by a man wearing a sun robe.
"Who are you? how co I've never seen you before?"
The man frowned and asked, "
"Are you a Mirage Demon in disguise? "
The other party had thick eyebrows, big eyes, decent facial features, and many accessories hanging on his body. He had the aura of a rich and brave high school student, and Char could not help but size him up.
The blazing sun robe ca from a poor, middle-aged level 30 mage. It was one of the few robes that required a Mage's level. To be able to complete this mission, the other party's overall reputation in the United Holy Kingdom was not low. No matter what, it had to be more than half friendly, close to the level of respect.
As the biggest backer of "Fantasy World", the reputation of the united holy nation could even be understood as governnt reputation. It was self-evident how difficult it was to farm. the fact that the other party was wearing this equipnt ant that he had a powerful force behind him. moreover, he was a small leader and had been handed in missions as a "spokesperson" many tis, which was why his reputation had soared.
He had heard other players ntion that there were two big guilds here, [Ghost Hunter] and [Mandela]. He thought that the other party should be one of them.
Which one was it?
Mandela sounded very religious, but the man in front of him looked like he was in his second year of middle school.
It was probably from Ghost Hunter?
Char's thoughts crossed thousands of mountains in the blink of an eye. He pretended to be seen through and said awkwardly, "
It's the Ghost Hunter. I'm not a demon. I'm just an ordinary thief player. I'm here to get so experience."
Char was right, the Mage was indeed from Ghost Hunter.
"Alright, I'll invite you in."
The other party did not say much and sent a party request. Char clicked on it and his level shocked the group.
"A level 33 Shadow Servant? What's this profession? What?" The Mage was shocked, then laughed and scolded, "Brother, your ID is a little funny. Mia is my wife. What are you thinking?"
Char chuckled.
He used the original spellcaster's agent skill to create a new identity-a level 30 shadow servant with the ID MIa being my wife.
The material for the fake identity must co from one's own profession and can not be fabricated out of thin air. the level must be controlled below the highest level and set by one's own self. Once you use a skill that exceeds the set level, or if you are detected by an NPC that is higher than your actual level, it will be invalid.
However, considering Char's status as a level 42 Elentalist, he had to be careful. The Drow Swordsman. No one in this group should be of a higher level than him, and his identity could not be seen through at all.
It was said that ninja blade was the number one player in the ga, but he was only level 35 and was a Swordsman. The sudden appearance of a level 33 player surprised everyone in the party.
There was no party channel in "Fantasy World," but party mbers could use the tactical board to share all kinds of information when they gathered together. The team mbers of the demon ghost mage happened to be nearby, so a hanging window that only a few people could see appeared in the air, and a row of sand sculptures quickly flashed across it.
Char could not help but feel a little emotional.
It seed that he had not "transmigrated" for too long, about one or two years ago, and he could still understand these emojis.
"Brother, you don't have a guild yet?"
The Mage's attitude beca friendly because of Char's level. He patted Char's shoulder and said, "Why don't we have a chat and let soone else do the sweeping?"
Char had planned so hard just to get into the mobile cetery, how could he agree to that? He shook his head. "I'm sorry, brother. I'm used to being alone. I'll carry this brother in for a walk first. Yes, do you know him?"
"I don't know him, but he seems to be a random friend."
The Mage almost blurted out the words "Savage Player."
"I see," Char said awkwardly, "He died to save . One must repay a debt of gratitude. I have to send him over. We'll talk later."
Seeing this, the mage no longer stopped him, but handed him a sign.
[Pass (temporary)]
The holder of this certificate can freely enter and exit the 'sleep of the Chosen One'.
"You need at least 200 contribution points to get this card. each sweep would cost at least 50 contribution points. Rember to co over and chat with later! The people in ghost's domain are amazing, I really like to stay in there!"
"I will. I will."
Char sighed at his own wit and silently picked up the sign.
With this sign, he and another person carried the Swordsman through the layers of defense of the church Knights without any hindrance.
Along the way, Char noticed that the Knights' uniforms were only level 30-40, which was below his level. They could not see through the disguise at all. At first, he thought it was a coincidence, but when he passed through the sleep of the chosen one, he heard the guards talking about the Valkyrie took a group of people away, which made him realize.
As expected of Losweise, even if the two of them did not greet each other, they still had such a tacit understanding!
"We're almost there."
He called out to Mitsuya in his heart, and the dumbass goddess nodded in agreent.
The Chosen One's sleep was placed on a platform halfway up the mountain. From a distance, it looked like a large tent. When the curtain was lifted and one entered, one would find that it was actually like the cetery of Golden Butterfly City.
The faint sound of an ethereal hymn could be heard in the air. The sky was clear and clean, not the least bit polluted by magic like it was outside.
In front of him were stone coffins that were arranged neatly like Osmanthus cakes, half of which were embedded into the ground. a steady stream of players rose from their coffins and rushed out impatiently, brushing past him.
The feeling of a violent army in the barracks ca again.
"Throw this player in."
"Stop!" ssiah reminded.
Char did as she was told and even closed the lid.
Then, in less than three seconds, the Swordsman in the coffin opened the lid and reached out with his hand. Char quickly pulled him out.
After he ca out, he looked around blankly, then at his own hands, and finally at Char. he suddenly stood up excitedly and grabbed Char's collar.
"Where's my shield? Where's my shield? where's my front tooth removal tool?"
"Calm down, my friend."
Char forced him to sit down. "Is your shield's durability red? Why are you still overloaded? "
The Swordsman's face turned pale and he lowered his head.
This man, who looked over 30 years old, acted as if his wife had run away with soone else. It looked like she was in extre pain.
With Char's reminder, he also knew that his shield had probably shattered.
in "Fantasy World", weapons would not break just because their durability ran out. that would be too hard. However, when the weapon's durability was exhausted, it would be overloaded. there was a limit for the overload, and once the overdraw exceeded this limit, it would really break.
Those who cherished their equipnt would not continue to use overloaded equipnt. The Swordsman profession was purely to save money.
After all, the damage within the overload limit during equipnt repair was not considered money. if used properly, this part of invisible durability could be lost for nothing. He did not expect that his greed would lead to trouble.
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