In "Saint", in addition to accepting commissions from the Adventurers Association, players can also obtain missions from local indigenous people or through some kind of media.
From the material-rich main material plane to the deep and boundless underworld, from the dazzling silver star realm to the endless conquest of the bottomless abyss.
Players' footprints are all over the multiverse under the guidance of missions.
Among them, serial tasks are famous for their large number of tasks in the same series, covering a wide range of locations, taking a long time, and generating huge profits.
From another perspective, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a player-exclusive main mission.
After all, this kind of mission will accompany you from a fledgling novice until you grow into a seasoned adventurer who can talk and laugh in front of a dragon.
However, the length of time for each chain of tasks varies.
However, the final task reward of the chain task is definitely much richer than the reward of the ordinary commissioned task of the same level.
Therefore, even if many serial tasks require players to travel thousands of miles and day and night, they are still willing to complete the tasks.
What's more, these serial tasks cannot be received by just anyone.
Some tasks can accompany players from the lowest level to just becoming a professional, all the way until they enter the legendary realm - provided they don't die in the middle.
Others are just interrupted after the completion of a certain large-scale regional event. The top one is the appearance of aborigines with a challenge level of 15 and a template of a level 10 professional/?-level advanced professional template.
Players generally call the former "Legendary Commission" and the latter "Master Commission".
The lower level is limited to cities, and the series of tasks with a challenge level of up to level 10 professional player template are called "elite commissions".
The book "Anna of Green Castle" in front of me is one of the many commissioned live broadcasts that Woody saw on the forum in his previous life.
Woody didn't understand it in depth at the time, but he definitely remembered that it was the name at that time.
Woody was very impressed.
Because not long after the start of this mission, an adult green dragon appeared.
Although it does not appear as a mission BOSS, it is still enough to spark a heated discussion among the player community.
You know, when the server of "Saint" was first launched, most of the people that everyone could come into contact with were human beings.
The giant dragon that was at the top of the food chain, loaded with wealth and power, was simply beyond the reach of ordinary first-level players at the time.
It is human nature to follow the crowd and watch the excitement whenever there is an opportunity. It is human nature to watch the big guys.
Woody would keep an eye on the progress of this task when he had nothing to do. It was not until later that he unearthed an "Elite Commission" from a merchant's relics in the North that he spent more time on his own upgrades and growth.
However, Woody still vaguely remembered that this commission later became one of the few "Master Commissions" that players could complete. The final reward seemed to be a set of high-level magic armor left by the ancient sun elves.
Not only is the style the best among Asen Rand, but the bonuses the suit gives to the character are also astonishing.
If Woody had known that he would have such a day, he would have followed everything he said and studied it carefully.
However, time cannot be turned back, and the path traveled cannot be turned back.
However, he remembered that the way to open this chain of commissions was that the player's strength was recognized by the ghost girl in the book.
It seems that as long as the basic level reaches the second level adventurer, that is, level 5.
To be honest, in the days when he was preparing for the "Trial of Green Grass", he imagined how he would grow in the future.
I also thought about taking the initiative to accept some commissioned tasks that I knew could lead to obtaining rare magical items or improving myself.
But no matter what, today in this noisy market, in front of the deserted stalls, he encountered the series of tasks in this manner, which he did not expect.
However, Woody had no intention of ignoring the task entrustment that came to his door.
What's more, compared to other tasks that he didn't know much about, he knew a little bit about this one. The early reward for this task seemed to be more than one magical item.
Although it may be the lowest level, it is still better than his current empty-handed, blank-slate weapon.
Therefore, after the chubby businessman owner of the stall came back, Woody began to make excuses and asked the shop owner for help, asking for a quill and a notebook to write down something.
In order to prevent him from showing concern and being stabbed by the businessman in front of him, he didn't mention the note at all.
Instead, he adopted a roundabout tactic and planned to let the stall owner take the initiative to deliver this brown leather-bound diary to him.
Sure enough, the stall owner who couldn't find the notebook for a while subconsciously gave this second-hand notebook that he had received to Woody at an unknown time.
He also asked him with a smile if he didn't mind that half of the notebook had been used. He was in a good mood after just making a lot of money from Woody.
If Woody refuses, he doesn't even mind spending a little money to buy a brand new notebook from elsewhere in the market.
Woody naturally didn't mind, and he smiled with satisfaction.
His sharp-knuckled hands touched the oily black leather, but he did not open it immediately.
Instead, he began to inspect the materials used to prepare the potion for the original purpose of coming here.
After discovering that there were no major problems and all the materials were handled very cleanly.
He decisively paid the money and left with the boss's flattering greeting.
The diary was an unexpected gain. Although it was not something Woody could think about right now, he was still in a good mood.
After retrieving the stored weapons and clothing from the market management office, Woody took the carriage that came to pick him up and returned to the wine estate.
The atmosphere of the feast in the manor has disappeared. My aunt Susan must have taken care of everything and did not purchase the Rutov family's winery.
Looking at the winery, which was as quiet as ever under the quiet sunshine in the afternoon, Woody carried the monster materials and herbs, and without even having time to change his clothes, he plunged into the alchemy room.
Until midnight that night, a long-haired boy wearing a black hunting suit, slim-fitting breeches, and a three-cornered hat that covered his hair sneaked over the back gate of the manor with two swords on his back.
go out.
The patrols of the guards along the way were not strict. After all, the southern area was surrounded by a forty- to fifty-meter-wide moat, a twenty-meter-high area wall, and backed by a cliff hundreds of meters high with rocks.
These natural barriers have already kept out some criminals with careful thoughts.
But Woody's trip was not about going in, but coming out.
After a while, he reached the northernmost part of the winery, which was the only place not surrounded by a river.
There is a carefully planted lawn above, and a cliff below where gravel rolls down as soon as you shake your feet.
Here you can see the sun rising over the eastern coastline.
Unlike tonight's dark moon and sparse stars, it must be a beautiful scene.
Woody untied the ribbon surrounding his eyes, and the demon hunter's unique crystal yellow vertical pupils shone in the dark night.
Especially when Woody drinks the alchemical potion "Crawling Spider" that allows him to climb down the cliff like a gecko without a rope.
This potion can make Woody's hands and feet secrete mucus, making them stabilize like spiders.
Going down the cliff is very easy.
"Pa! Wow!..."
It didn't take long for Woody to see the deep blue and dark tide, and the sound of crashing waves could not be heard.
After the tide went out, we found a cave about twenty meters away from the sea.
Then, he poured a few drops of processed shark blood into the cave and the sea water.
As for himself, he used the properties of the alchemy potion to blend his entire body behind the shadow boulder protruding from the wall.
Tonight, he is going to fish.
However, the fish caught are not ordinary fish.
But...Sahuagin.
The processed blood of young sharks can spread further through seawater and even radiate to the depths of shallow seas.
This message means there is an injured shark.
For the group of seaside bandits who make a living by taming sharks, they are like gold diggers who see the nuggets of gold exposed in the mountains and have no power to resist.
