Chapter 109 Roddy's IMBA...

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Chapter 109 Roddy's IMBA Road

September fourteenth.

Nolan Village.

Six days had passed since Rody left the monastery angrily, and nearly half a month had passed since he left Nolan Village.

For Rody, who has reached the tenth level, his life path has undergone a key change-in contrast, at the very edge of the Efta territory, the peaceful Nolan Village is still the same as before , always maintaining its own unique tranquil atmosphere.

The flock of sheep was driven back from afar by the herdsmen, because a new round of harvest is approaching, and the farmers have already begun to prepare for the autumn harvest. At this time, they had already harvested the newly grown oats, and after packing them in bags, some of them were left in the village to feed the scouts' war horses, and the excess was handed over to Butler Anderson for tax deductions.

Rody's departure didn't bring any changes here, and this was the effect he wanted to achieve—at this time, many people in the village didn't even know the fact that the leader had already gone to Houllier City , in their eyes, the scouts are busy all day long, rushing here and there, with one or two less faces, no one will notice.

At noon, the resting farmers looked at the scouts who were training in the distance by the low wall, calling out several times from time to time, and Aunt Susan and a few children brought cold water from the well and waited for a while to give these scouts training. The finished scouts quenched their thirst.

A few months ago, the team of scouts who were so lazy that they only had the function of "mixing food" has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the attitude of the villagers towards them has turned a hundred and eighty degrees-not only because of the scouts. My mental outlook has changed a lot, and it was even more because of the "accident" that happened a few days ago.

About September 12th, the village was attacked by thieves.

In such a year, "thieves" sound tall, but to put it bluntly, they are actually bitter. The name of the prairie thieves has long since disappeared into the wind. I don’t know how many years. The development of the Karen Kingdom in these years is still relatively prosperous, and the years are good. I don’t know how many people have lost before, and most of the remaining people who are still "working" are really oppressed by the lord. Although there are not many such people, they can really do everything.

Hungry people can be more ferocious than wolves, so even a dozen haggard bandits riding skinny horses can do unimaginable harm to the village—but when these bitter bastards rushed into the village with knives the day before yesterday, they probably They never imagined what they would encounter...

What happened that day, the timid villagers who hid in the house did not see clearly, anyway, when they realized that the battle was over, they only saw the broken and shapeless corpses of thieves on the ground, and the fully armed roaring horses. Twenty-nine scouts passed by.

From that day on, the attitude of the villagers towards the scouts completely changed.

At this time, the villagers were curiously watching these scouts perform formation switching drills—the fifteen scouts in front of them transformed from a chaotic and disorderly formation into a wedge-shaped formation in an instant within ten seconds of sprinting, and then rushed through seven Eight rows of scarecrows, waving long swords, and the ground is full of dummies that have been chopped into several pieces - this superb combat skill made the villagers cheer loudly, and there was also a sparse applause.

"All rest!"

After the last few practice sessions, Soderol gave the order to rest. The sweaty soldiers got off their horses, talked and laughed, and took the water and towels handed over by the villagers, while Carter enlivened the atmosphere, and started a singing competition among the gathered people with a few words. The appearance of "military-civilian unity as a family" - and this is also the task that Roddy once arranged for him.

"The training in the afternoon is still the same as yesterday's?"

On the other side, Ruger put aside the shortbow he was carrying, wiped his sweat and asked Soderol.

"No, there are some changes. The training plan left by Rody said that there will be changes starting today. The combat against infantry is almost in place, but there is still a lot of room for improvement in the combat of cavalry." Starting with the parchment in his hand, "The round shield that Dick and Stan helped to make these days is almost in place, and we can start riding and fighting practice after it is installed tomorrow, but Roddy emphasized..."

The two sat aside to discuss "technical issues". It can be seen that they have a good understanding with each other, and they reached an agreement without too much nonsense. Not long after, Soderol asked Dick to bring those iron-wrapped The wooden round shield, and a group of scouts explained how to use it after wearing it.

However, before the afternoon training had time to start, a letter sent urgently from Houllier City made Soderol directly change the training arrangement.

In this era, the fastest means of communication is the carrier pigeon, but carrier pigeons are very difficult to popularize. In a small place like Nolan Village, there is no pigeon loft that can be used by ordinary people, and the pigeons in the lord's manor are used to eat. Yes, so in the end, sending letters can only rely on the most primitive "messenger".

In most cases, only kings and nobles have full-time "messengers" to deliver messages, but Houlier City, as the first city in the Efta territory, still has "messengers" for civilians and businessmen to deliver messages, but even In this way, it took five days for the information from Houllier City to be delivered to Soderol.

"Level 1 alert, all staff prepare for battle!"

Soderol took Rody's letter, confirmed that he and the wax seal were correct, and immediately issued an order according to the above instructions: "Everyone puts on all weapons and armor, with shields, and horses. After ten minutes Set off!"

The scouts immediately got busy, and the curious villagers didn't know what happened, they just felt... when these young people got serious, they had a different kind of aura.

This momentum seems to be much more powerful than those tugging master knights.

*****

At the same moment, in the city of Houllier, the team of Archbishop Rubens was slowly entering the city of Houllier.

People on both sides of the road have noticed the difference in this team, and those who are a little bit more informed know what this team means. Ordinary people were just watching at first, but soon the pious believers who received the news immediately surrounded some main roads, if not for the two teams of Templar knights on tall horses who opened the way for the convoy, I am afraid It takes hours for the bishop's convoy to reach the monastery.

Believers chanted slogans, crawled on the road where the carriages passed, and even kissed the dirty ruts——In the era of underdeveloped information, the power brought by religion is often so amazing, people yearn for the power of gods Bless yourself, so you pay for your faith.

There are all kinds of people in the crowd, believers, civilians, city guards who maintain order, gentry, nobles, members of guilds from various industries, etc. Among them, naturally no one will notice a ragged, looking A middle-aged man who looks like a homeless man.

Wearing a tattered robe that smelled of sweat and sour, Rody no longer carried the viele to sing and tell stories. Instead, he completely abandoned his identity as a "bard" and pretended to be like this , lurking in the city.

After being pointed out by Bishop Benjamin, although he was a little doubtful about the reputation of his "Rose Cross" not decreasing but increasing, he also understood that it was never wise to continue to use the identity of "Bard". On September 10th, he bid farewell to Boss Hu Ke’s Pig’s Head Bar, and stayed in another humble hotel——spending some time every day walking around the city to record information, and more often going outside the city Adapt to new arrows and short bows.

Francis is still huddled in the Moria Manor, so Roddy has put all his hopes on the speech in the city square that he will attend on the 20th, and he has been making a lot of preparations for this, except for Soderol and All the scouts called over, and what he did the most was to adapt himself to the weapon in his hand as soon as possible.

Although Rody is excellent in archery, the subtle differences between the bow and the arrow cannot be adapted and adjusted immediately, so he does not dare to be sloppy at all in such matters——those who can walk in the forefront of all players, rely on their ingenuity. It's not pure ruthlessness and talent, what's more important is such a prudent and delicate mind, and the persistence that ordinary people can't match.

In six days, Rody had fully adapted to the shortbow. Today, when he learned that the bishop's team had entered the city, he rushed over immediately. Because of his sloppy appearance, some believers occasionally regarded him as a beggar. He even waved and gave him some copper coins, and Roddy bent over to thank him like a real homeless man.

He is like a machine that operates precisely, and his state is almost the same as the peak of the previous game-concentrate, abandon all distracting thoughts, and everything he does has a very strong purpose and direction.

Under the tattered robes that concealed people's ears, Rody watched the bishop's team disappear into the corner of the street. The crisp sound of the Templar's horseshoes hitting the road was covered by the noise of the crowd. He carefully counted the number of people and calculated the combat effectiveness of the entire team. Amidst the noisy noise, there were insignificant whispers——

"Twenty-four Templars."

"Miscellaneous soldiers, miscellaneous soldiers, miscellaneous soldiers."

"Four priests. About level 5 advanced"

Pedestrians on the street crowded shoulder to shoulder, and Luo Di squeezed among them. His ears were filled with countless blessings, exclamations, and conversations. Within a few minutes, all of these gradually disappeared as the team disappeared at the corner of the street.

Standing on the spot and combing through the information just received, Rody glanced at his "combat stance bar", his expression gradually returned to his usual indifference, he turned and disappeared on the street corner.

Speaking of which, Roddy at this time has already made a qualitative leap in strength, because he has obtained a real IMBA "advanced profession" - "Witcher".

This feeling is the same as buying a lottery ticket and winning five million. Even though six days have passed, Roddy still has some "unbelievable" emotions in his heart.

The moment he clicked on the upgrade, the "mysterious necklace" on Rody's chest completely shattered, and the crisp sound of "pop" was the sound made when the necklace self-destructed. Inexplicably, there is an advanced occupation column of "Witcher" in the "Character Attributes Column"!

Rody never imagined that he would encounter a situation completely different from that in the game, but whenever he opened the "Character Attributes Bar", next to "Legion Soldier, Level 10", it would clearly say "Demon Hunter, level 0".

"Demon Hunter", this is a profession that Roddy has only heard of on the official forum of Cracking Earth before - and the only thing he knows about it is that it was cut off and split into several parts because it was too powerful. There are two professions, one of which is Roddy's highest level "Ranger"!

But now, he finds out that he really has such a "Ranger" predecessor IMBA career...

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