The city of Fire at the very frontier of the Mars Empire.

A dozen soldiers wearing black armor and carrying a silver cross sword at their waist stood on the tall gray city wall, looking excitedly at the battlefield where corpses were piled below the wall.

A layer of crimson blood mist floated over the entire battlefield, and the black soil ground was covered with bright red minced flesh. Many tall, ferocious-looking orcs were lying there, their bodies covered with wounds from swords.

There were bloody mouths, and many corpses were even missing their heads or legs, and even their scarlet internal organs had been torn out by long arrows.

Obviously, they fought a common victory and defeated the orc army once again.

"Baker, Bogul, you two did a good job this time, but pay attention to the corpses below, and don't let the dirty corpse stealers steal some important things. Your Excellency, the Master, needs some orcs here.

The corpse." After a swordsman with red hair and a small beard on his chin gave the stern order, he left the city wall and prepared to report to the baron.

After hearing this, the two soldiers looked at each other and looked at the corpse below, with helpless expressions in their eyes.

They didn't understand what the legendary mage needed these dirty corpses for. At least they thought these corpses were useless. It was better to cut off their heads quickly to deter the orc army that dared to invade.

The two of them stood on the city wall and thought like this, but they did not notice some erratic black shadows moving in the purple forest at the edge of the group of corpses.

"Tsk, so many people are spent on surveillance every year, but I haven't found anyone who can find me."

Beside the rough green tree, Grant curled his lips and said nonchalantly, looking at the corpses with a perverted and fiery gaze.

When ordinary people saw this scene, they would have been scared to death, but Grant was even more excited. He took a deep breath. The pungent smell in the air made him a little uncomfortable, but it did not affect his mood at all. He rubbed his hands together.

Rub it and get ready to crawl forward.

Before crawling to the body, Grant carefully hugged the slightly curly long flaxen hair in front of his forehead and pushed it to his ears. His square face had regular features, but there was a knife scratch the size of a thumb on his fair cheek.

It seems a bit dazzling.

After his jet-black eyes noticed that there was no one on both sides, he wore a gray-black robe and covered his head with a hood, only revealing his slightly raised chin.

"The mental energy spreads and covers the whole body."

The corners of Grant's lips twitched slightly, and an invisible spiritual energy gradually spread throughout his body. His figure began to become blurry, like a distorted and blurred figure under the scorching sun. He waited until it was almost done before he was ready to take action.

This time, as long as he gets the body of the Orc squad leader, he can upgrade his analysis skills to the full level. His ten-year goal can be considered a success.

The blurry and distorted figure is very similar to the color of the muddy road around him, which is soaked with blood and water. It is impossible for ordinary people to detect such a figure. Even under the influence of mental power, except for some ordinary knights who are aware of it, it is impossible for ordinary people to detect it.

He glanced at the battlefield filled with corpses.

"There are so many corpses. It will be a bit troublesome to find those level five orc captains." After Grant complained in a low voice, he couldn't help but glance at the soldiers on the wall above with his peripheral vision, and a trace of relaxation flashed in his eyes. Those

As usual, the soldiers did not find him.

In Huohuo City, no, in this world, civilians who steal property from corpses will be punished by death, but there are still many poor people or extreme lawless people who like to secretly find some good treasures from corpses.

Of course, Grant won't be like this. He only needs the left hand of the fifth-level orc captain. That is what he needs most. Only that can allow him to upgrade his skills to the full level.

"Detection Technique."

The corners of Grant's lips moved slightly and he murmured in a low voice. A layer of light blue retinal analysis suddenly appeared in the dark eyes. On the surface of the light blue vision, there were some green numbers floating in the sky above the surrounding orc corpses.

, such as two, or three or four, among which two has the largest number of words.

After scanning around, Grant's brows, which had been frowning for a long time, gradually relaxed when he found the word "five" in the distance. He pulled out a rather handsome smile on his lips and looked at the corpse next to the sharp phosphorus stone.

"I'm pretty lucky. It seems that the corpse is not far away. I just need to get rid of the Orc Captain in front of me and I can level up." Grant received the good news and slowly crawled there. Under the scorching sun, the scorching

The high temperature caused the surrounding corpses to emit a rotting stench, but Grant still managed to hold back the disgusting smell of corpses and crawled toward the corpse several times in a row.

Orcs are humanoid monsters. When Grant got close to the orc squad leader, he saw that its whole body was covered with thick yellow hair, and it was wearing a rather simple leather armor. On its face, which looked like a ferocious beast's head,

There was a shocking wound running down the face. At this moment, a lot of milky white brain matter was flowing down from it, dripping on the black soil. It was less than half an hour since the war, and the brain matter had not completely solidified.

Grant understood that the corpse of the half-orc squad leader was the material he needed. He unceremoniously took out a dagger from his waist. The surface of the metallic silver dagger had been coated with a special liquid that absorbs sunlight.

, he has performed it in this place more than ten times, so he is naturally very familiar with it.

The sharp blade slowly cut on the surface of the orc's arm. Grant took a deep breath and carefully moved at a constant speed. He knew very well that as long as there was the slightest movement, it might attract the attention of the damn soldiers on the city wall.

But even as he was concentrating on cutting, something happened that made him curse.

suddenly--

"Crack!"

A crisp sound suddenly sounded in the quiet open space, which was quite harsh especially among the corpses of the dead. It almost reminded the ten soldiers on the city wall that there must be something alive here.

Grant heard the sound and cried out inwardly. He knew that the sound was not from him, but the result was just as unlucky.

Suddenly, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the man smeared with mud not far away. In his hand, he firmly held a silver sword on the waist of an orc, which looked like a nobleman's silver sword. The thin rope on the silver sword and the orc's waistband

It was so tight that I couldn't take it off for a while.

"Damn it, does this idiot colleague have a brain on his butt? Didn't he think that doing these things would attract the attention of other soldiers? If he attracts attention, it will be a capital crime. He will be killed on the spot." Grant thought.

He cursed wildly, wishing to kill the man in front of him thousands of times, but he did not speak, only hoping that the man would not find him.

"Who?" A few comfortable soldiers on the city wall heard the voice, and their bodies reacted immediately. Their relaxed faces were gradually replaced by solemnity, their eyes showed alert gazes, and they all pulled up the long bows in their hands, aiming for the target.

It was the corpse thief holding the silver sword desperately under the city wall.

"Shoot him on the spot. Don't let him run away. If the captain finds out, we will all be punished." The two swordsmen who received the order hurriedly spoke, and with the shouts, the soldiers on both sides turned around.

Take up the bow and arrow in your hand.

Under the city wall, the corpse thief who had been trying to lift the silver sword suddenly felt a chill rising from behind. He turned his head stiffly and saw several long bows facing him. His body shook violently, and a flash of light appeared in his eyes.

With a look of fear, he ignored the treasure and looked to the other side. He realized that the protruding phosphorus stone was a good place to hide, and he suddenly ran towards that side.

"Damn, don't come to me, otherwise we will both die." Grant's expression changed slightly, and he cursed in a low voice. He felt that the murderous intent on the city wall was gradually shifting towards him, and the heavy pressure made him

His face turned pale, and big beads of sweat were rolling down from his forehead.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two long arrows shot at the clay figure in the air. He seemed to be lucky. Neither of them hit him. The distance between him and Grant was getting closer and closer. Even more than ten meters away, Grant could feel the chill.

A biting chill rose up in his spinal cord, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, making it feel like a harsh winter.

"Come on, you can't come to this place. If you come here, don't blame me for being rude to you." Grant thought anxiously, a ruthless look flashed across his eyes. He did not run back immediately, because Grant understood

As long as he moved at this moment, an arrow would hit him from behind. Naturally, he did not dare to do this.

However, it was still possible to make the opponent die in front of him. Thinking of this, Grant held the dagger in his hand tightly and silently calculated the distance between him and the clay figure. If there was still eight meters, he would take action directly.

"Pfft!"

When the distance was twelve meters away, the clay figure couldn't help but show a trace of relief on his face. He thought that if he hid behind and ran into the forest, he would be able to survive. He thought so, but he didn't understand that he would also be in bad luck if he went to the edge of the sharp rocks.

.

Suddenly, when he was still ten meters away, a beautiful blood flower suddenly shot out from his chest, and an arrow shot from behind hit his heart directly. The fist he had been clenching in his hand couldn't help but loosen, and a black streak of blood rolled out.

The broken ring rolled towards Grant.

Grant looked at the corpse, his face relaxed, but a strange emotion arose in his heart, relaxed or a little sad. The feeling of sadness for the rabbit's death and the fox's death affected him, but Grant understood that the current situation was more because of him, otherwise there would not be so many things.

Something unexpected happened. When I looked at the ring, I took a deep breath and put it into my arms.

He didn't feel too guilty about wanting to kill the clay figure in front of him. After all, in that situation, it was the clay figure who had harmed him.

"It's done, put away your bow and arrows."

The soldiers on the city wall all put away their long bows when they saw that the situation was no longer a problem.

At this time, Grant had already taken care of most of the monster corpses. He knew that once that was done, there would be no danger.

…

In Huohuo City, Grant took off his gray robe, put the half-orc's broken arm in the room, and gasped for air. Sweat covered his whole body. He felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body, and he lay weakly.

On the bed, this time, he almost came face to face with death again.

After he was almost rested, he felt a little itchy on his face. He looked at the mirror placed beside the bed, looking at the long flaxen hair and the dark eyes. He was a little dazed, but more of a perseverance.

The itchy areas are caused by small scratches caused by sharp stones.

Silently chanting in my heart: "Glory!"

"Wow~~"

Grant's dark eyes flashed across the blue simulated data.

Name: Grant/Li Yang

Grade 1

Strength: 1.1 Agility 1.3 Constitution 1.4 Spirit 2 Mana 2

Talent skill: Analysis LV.9 (99/100)

Skill: Detection (cannot be upgraded)

Equipment: None

Demon pet slot: none

Grant carefully stared at the talent skill analysis that still lacked experience, and couldn't help but mutter: "It has been fifteen years since I came to this world, and I actually practiced for ten years in order to practice an auxiliary skill."

Thinking of this, he wished he could find a place to get in. He thought of the protagonists he had seen in previous novels who had traveled through time. All of them could make it in a different world in a few days, and then dominate the world in a few years.

.

He is the only one who has lived in this world for more than ten years. He has practiced just one auxiliary skill for ten years, and it is not of much use. Just thinking about it makes him have the urge to vomit blood.

Depressed, he lay on the bed, recalling that it had been fifteen years since he came to this world from the earth. He thought about the initial fear of coming to this world, but now he has become accustomed to it, especially when he discovered this world and the game he played, the world of glory.

They are so similar that they can be said to be parallel worlds.

Whether it is the Mars Empire or the Fire City, these are exactly the same as the territory of the Glory World in my memory.

He understood that if it were the same as the world of Glory, then this place, especially the entire Fire City, would be occupied by a huge number of orcs and war elves in two years according to the history of the game, and they would attack nearly half of the empire.

.

Thinking of this, he naturally understood that he must upgrade as soon as possible. He couldn't stay here for too long, otherwise, he would definitely die early. There was no way to survive in the hands of a group of high-level monsters at just level one, so of course he set out now

Reaching other places is equally impossible without strength.

So I can only try my best to improve my strength within a year and a half. If there is no other way, I can try my luck and leave.

Knowing that he didn't have much time, Grant reluctantly woke up, looked at the orc's corpse arms, and walked towards the basement he built.

In the small basement, there is no sunlight and it is dark. Just on the blackened wall, there are two oil lamps blowing the delicate flames and dancing beautifully.

On three wooden tables in the basement, there were many corpse specimens installed in glassware. These corpse specimens were floating up and down in a lavender transparent liquid, and they looked hideous and terrifying. But Grant understood that these were his own specimens for ten years.

Achievements, every mage will study these, because they are the necessary foundation for a mage.

Every mage is a research expert and a polymath. They have made great achievements in many fields in the world. However, it is extremely difficult to become a mage. In the world of glory, hundreds of people have made great achievements.

After 100% simulating the journey of a mage, he also relied on the system and his own talent to become a level 100 legendary mage.

"Okay, now as long as I analyze this, I believe it should be able to automatically upgrade. If it is the same as in the game, then I should be able to break through the current embarrassment and upgrade to a level, so that I can be regarded as a first-level mage apprentice." Grant said to himself, he

Having long been accustomed to this kind of life, he skillfully placed the corpse on the long table, took out a knife and put it on the corpse, breaking it down piece by piece. The light blue mage upgrade program was also marked on each piece of corpse.

After studying Orcs for four years, Grant has analyzed the Orcs' entire body, and now only this arm is left.

"The scarlet muscles and fibrous flesh are 90% similar to humans, and the strength of their bones is twice that of normal men. This is the source of their super fighting power.

.”

Grant carefully analyzed them step by step, after spending more than half an hour.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound in his mind, and there seemed to be some warm light golden sunlight in his mind passing through his body and spreading around. There was even a runic array composed of simple runes in the air, surrounding it.

After Grant felt the same upgrade mode as in the game, Grant finally showed a smile.

He adjusted the attributes and looked at the last column below.

"Talent skill: Analysis LV.10 [100/100], the analysis skill reaches the full level, and the level is automatically upgraded by one level. The rewards are as follows: physical fitness, strength, agility, and mental strength are each increased by 0.2 two levels, and a magic pet slot.

"

Grant scanned a column of data and suddenly noticed a wave of magic power slowly spreading in his chest. There was a trace of doubt in his eyebrows, and he suddenly remembered the ring in the hand of the clay figure before.

"It's obviously sensitive, but the detection technique didn't react to this ring before. Could it be that it's a sealed item that can only be opened after being infected by magic power?"

Thinking of this possibility, Grant looked happy, reached out and took out the ring, ready to look at it.

After taking out the purple ring, magic power was flashing all over his body. Grant was in a great mood for a moment. Could it be that his luck was really good today? He got a level up and got a magic item. Is this really the protagonist mode about to turn on?

But Grant hadn't finished laughing yet. Spider-web-like cracks spread along the center of the ring to both sides, and the ring turned into dust bit by bit and shattered. Seeing this change, Grant's smile froze and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Chapter completed!