Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The cold wind pierced into one’s eardrums. Even Eighteen Massacres that was used to setting his senses to 100% could not stand it and opened the system settings.
Ka—
Ka—
Skeleton Ground Dragon was the representative of low-level Undead. Its bone blade was broken but did not lose its sharpness and could easily pierce through the human skull.
What sent shivers down people’s spine was that the Skeleton Ground Dragon was still keen in slurping down human brains!
The bone blade collided violently with the Gemstone Longsword, and an ear-piercing collision sound could be heard. Eighteen Massacres held a Golden Great Sword in his hand. He had risked his life to enter the Barbarian’s altar. Although they did not get the lineage heritage, they got the greatsword as compensation.
Huge strikes when attacking and retreating with the vigor and vitality of a tiger. If one were to describe the Eighteen Massacres’ movements, there was only one word—dominance.
“Die.” Eighteen Massacres’ longsword turned in a tricky angle and stabbed into the eyeball of the Skeleton Ground Dragon.
A ray of golden light shone, he was level 9!
There were many factors in deciding the person’s capability, equipment, skills, items, even financial resources. However, there was one factor that was forever the most direct, levels.
The level leaderboard’s first ranking was only level 8. Eighteen Massacres gave a cold smile. This leaderboard had no credibility. A real expert would disdain from entering the leaderboard.
Plumeseal Plain, Prehistoric Behemoths’ cemetery. He coaxed out a good deal of useful information from the goblin that was afraid of death, including the fact that a Behemoth Spirit lived there.
Behemoth Spirit was a pet that could be called a Sub-Magical Pet. It was immune to most of the physical attacks, and its attack power was even stronger. An existence that could both be on the offensive and defensive was too suitable to be a pet.
Subduing a Behemoth Spirit, and then use the level advantage to change jobs earlier. That was Eighteen Massacres’ plan. Level advantages would gradually convert to equipment advantages, skill advantages.
Ding~
At that moment, the leaderboard ranking changed.
A Shield Specialist named Water went up the leaderboard, level 8! His ranking rose at a shocking rate.
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“How much more?”
“This is the last wave.”
Lin Jie opened his drowsy eyes and took a deep breath, shouting, “Xiaoliang, wake up!”
Outside the wooden door, Zheng Ziliang’s corpse suddenly opened his eyes, his hands moving quickly.
“Get him!”
Carrying the Shield of Courage that had more patterns, Lin Jie activated Forward Charge and rushed out like a bolt of lightning. Behind him was Water who clenched his teeth. Being back to back with Lin Jie to block damages, he then stretched out his hand to grab Zheng Ziliang’s hand.
“Cover me!” Water and Zheng Ziliang instantly disappeared.
The numbers of werewolves were so large they flooded towards Lin Jie like a tide. The pressure on Lin Jie immediately surged! Shield of Courage grew larger layer by layer, becoming a two-handed shield that was as tall as a person.
Creak—
The werewolves’ sharp claws scratched onto the Shield of Courage continuously, its durability decreasing at an alarming rate as though without end and cracks started appearing on the surface of the shield.
In such a high-intensity farming process, everyone’s mental state decreased to a shocking level. The Poison Gas Bomb that Zheng Ziliang created had already been used, and now, he could only create it impromptu. Thus, they had the rescue operation.
After retreating to the front of the wooden door, Lin Jie stationed his heavy shield, his body retreating bit by bit under the enormous strength.
“Success!” A small bomb appeared in the middle of Zheng Ziliang’s palm, and he threw it towards Lin Jie.
The Shield of Courage suddenly shrank. The terrifying werewolves stuck out their blood-red tongues, almost licking Lin Jie’s face!
At that moment, a stinky dark green poison fog exploded in the middle of the mob of werewolves.
Holy Light! +59!
Everyone quickly hid behind the door, tiredness was written all over their faces.
In The New Age, the damage to the players was not always fixed. It was related to the player’s spirit strength. The more focused one was, the higher the spirit of the person, which meant one could unleash their best ability.
Killing monsters for six hours straight in high intensity caused everyone’s body and spirit to be terribly fatigued.
—’You have killed the Enchanted Werewolf. You have received 1,756 EXP.’
—’You have killed the Enchanted Werewolf. You have received 1,890 EXP.’
—’You have leveled up to Level 8. You received five free Stat Points and two fixed Stat Points.’
Accompanied by a ray of golden light, the last werewolf finally fell. The wooden door that stopped moving let everyone heave a long sigh of relief.
“Everyone should rest. Thank you for the hard work!” Lin Jie had been watching everyone’s states for the whole time.
Everyone felt as if they were relieved of a heavy load and went offline one by one.
“Fu Sheng, you should rest too.” Qiu Yuan’s eyes were red, her voice was so soft, it was as if she would sleep soundly the next second.
“Jie, you also can’t hold out any longer?” Zheng Ziliang laughed craftily. His workload was not much—revive every tens of seconds to throw the bomb. Now, the only one still awake was him.
Lin Jie rubbed his eyes and grinned. “Can’t hold out? Who are you kidding? Let’s go, we shall continue fighting.”
“Continue fighting?”
“Fight!”
Lin Jie took a deep breath. The Castle Wood now had already been completely cleared of monsters. If they didn’t continue now, until when should they wait?
Even in his previous life, Lin Jie had not cleared the monsters so cleanly. Many monsters had tried to escape from Galru’s control, hiding in all kinds of secret places. However, they had been unable to bear their natural instincts, jumping out to attack ferociously once they detected players.
However now, the whole castle was absolutely empty.
“Go now?”
“Wait for a while.”
Lin Jie waited at the same spot for half an hour until the time in the game became night. Then, he opened the wooden door.
Highlord Modorheim would probably be asleep by now. That was also one of the most interesting settings of The New Age. At certain specific timings, monsters would also have a sleeping schedule, and Highlord Modorheim was one of them.
Normally, intruding Castle Wood at night was not a wise choice, just like intruding a widow’s village at night in reality!
Nighttime was the period when Undead and Werewolves were the most excited and strongest. Meanwhile, the players’ line of sight would decrease, and of course, the death rate definitely must have increased a few times.
In the whole Castle Wood, only a few Bosses kept to human living habits. What about the other small monsters? They were all dead.
Lin Jie and Zheng Ziliang walked down along the staircase, there were two roads right in front of them.
On the left, was the hidden secret passage at the horse stable. There were three neutral Elite Horses. After killing them, there was a small possibility that Carlow Horse would be dropped. It was the strongest horse a Forward Charge Paladin could obtain before level 20, having a strong impact force.
The right path led towards the castle that looked like the Eiffel Tower of Paris. In the tip lived the main culprit—Galru.
“Which path?” asked Zheng Ziliang.
“The right one I guess.”
Since all the monsters were dead, there was no need to go through the secret passage. If he was not too tired, Lin Jie might have wanted to try killing those three elite horses.
What if just so incidentally his luck was over the roof and the Carlow Horse was dropped?
He pushed open the luxurious jade door. Only then were they considered really entering Castle Wood.
Behind the jade door, Lin Jie knew the spawn location of a silvery white treasure chest, it was hidden very deeply. If other players came, they would definitely miss it without searching carefully. At that moment, without harassment from the monsters, the treasure chest was opened very smoothly.
After Lin Jie felt around the treasure chest, a hard card and boots fell into his hands.
Bronze Character Card: Werewolf Hunter
Level: 5
Stats: Attack 1-2 Health Points: 6,000
“Character Card?” Lin Jie raised his eyebrows.
The so-called character cards meant sealing an NPC and were a unique item. In other words, in the whole game world, there would only be one Werewolf Hunter Card.
When a Boss or NPC was sealed into a character card, the player that obtained that character card would be able to accept that character’s mission. For example, if one sealed Loli Hero Yatasha as a character card, they could summon her out when one was bored. Not only could one pinch her cheeks freely, but they could also learn skills, accept missions, or even interrogate her about a few hidden jobs, etc…
The pair of boots was a bronze cloth armor with an additional 50 health points, very suitable for summoners.
“What is this?” Zheng Ziliang looked at the card. “The material is quite good, looks like it could be used to make bombs.”
Lin Jie rolled his eyes and stored the card away in his backpack, casually saying, “If you lack materials to make bombs, I suggest you learn the Disintegration Spell. You could break equipment down or something.”
A few years later, that casual sentence would become a matter that would make Lin Jie depressed for his whole life.
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Kitchen, warehouse, bedroom… The two of them plundered recklessly without restraint.
“OMG, Jie! I’m rich!” Zheng Ziliang held onto a book happily. After flipping it over, three gold coins fell onto his hand.
‘Three gold coins!’ Lin Jie was instantly stunned. He grabbed the book to take a look, which was actually the “Modorheim’s Diary.”
‘WTH, do all middle-aged men have the hobby of hiding a secret stash? He!’
Lastly, after searching all the places, Lin Jie brought Zheng Ziliang to the front of a room. Timmy was there too as he followed them all along.
“Milord…”
While grabbing a dagger, Timmy held the door frame to support his thin body. He looked at the man within the room with excitement. His face had clear, sharp edges that were as pale and white as a dead corpse. It was the Highlord Modorheim.
“Do not disturb the dead, let him rest in peace.”
Lin Jie patted Timmy’s shoulder with his palm. This made Timmy sigh helplessly as he held the dagger tightly. “I have received grace from milord. Now, is the time for me to repay my debt of gratitude! Brave warriors, please help me kill Galru!”
Lin Jie nodded his head solemnly and took out the Character Card from his backpack. “Do you recognize it?”
—’Do you choose to release this Character Card?’
“Yes!”
“Awo—”
A werewolf appeared in front of them instantly. It had greenish fur and teeth that was not as sharp. Its eyes were on guard as it looked at Lin Jie and Zheng Ziliang, stretching out its short, blunt claws to protect its body.
“This…” Timmy looked at the werewolf stiffly, and bean-sized tears dripped down instantly.
“Awo—” The werewolf howled, and time seemed to stop at that instant.
