"I know something," Tata held the dagger in both hands and handed it over. "And Mr. Knight, when you were browsing the community, I was also there."
Fang Yu was a little surprised, took the dagger, and asked honestly: "Then, can you understand our existence?"
"Yes, although to most people you are just some strange outsiders," Tata replied: "But about your origins, how you exist relative to this world, and your organization and each other.
Relationships are actually not a secret here - the world may know you more deeply than you think."
"Why do you say that?"
Tata shook his head. "Because knowledge and memory told me so. My knowledge and memory come from the Silver Library, and every book on it has its author. Do you understand?"
Fang Plover understood.
He had to admit that these words were very impactful. He found that people may underestimate the indigenous people of this world. The people here may be limited by their means and unable to travel to the earth, but this does not prevent them from thinking and analyzing to guess the infinitely close
to the correct answer.
After all, no matter where you are, there is never a shortage of truly wise people.
He put the walker back and looked at the dagger in his hand. "...Trainer, how should I put it? In fact, in our world, not everyone has the opportunity to become a chosen one. Only a few lucky ones will be selected.
Selected, these people are often the reserve candidates trained by the Grand Guild and the military for the future. They will receive knowledge and training related to Aitaria for a long time, so they are called trainees."
"Are you lucky..."
Fang Plover nodded seriously.
The goblin lady flapped her wings, flew up and sat down on his left shoulder. "It sounds more like a professional apprentice."
"Yes, that's the apprentice." Fang Yu led her towards the body of the dragon-feathered emu. He raised the dagger in his left hand and showed her the chisel mark on it. "Did you see it? This is the trainee's dagger.
The symbol was designed on Earth and is an item that trainees must carry when entering Etalia."
"Are those people setting up camp trainees?"
"Perhaps not entirely," Fang Yu stopped next to the body of Longyu Emu and replied: "Trainers from the Grand Guild generally enter this world as tourists, and they have to undergo training here for three months.
An internship, but the tourists don’t have the ability to protect themselves, and they may have hired other adventurers.”
As he spoke, he turned over the huge carcass of the strange bird.
Although Aitaria is an information world, it is not a real game after all, so there is no absurd thing like killing monsters and losing equipment. Of course, these magical creatures do have some valuable materials.
The most valuable part of the dragon-feathered emu is its glands and sacs that secrete and store flammable liquids. This flammable liquid can be used to make Class IV catalysts, Class D and above explosives and igniters, and fire core crystals.
auxiliary materials, but unfortunately they have been damaged.
There is a pungent chemical smell in the air.
The second most valuable thing is its scaly skin with dragon blood, which is one of the high-quality main materials for leather armor below the second level. However, it needs to be completely stripped off and tanned with nitrate. Fang Plover does not have this skill.
In the end, Fang Plover only collected some hard feathers, a total of seventeen complete tail feathers. He could not use them himself, but they could sell them to bow makers. The dragon-feathered emu is a relatively rare creature, and its fire-type hard feathers are quite valuable.
, what’s more, even if it’s worthless, given Fang Plover’s current financial situation, he would still go beyond plucking it.
Tata watched him put the tail feather into his pocket, and then continued to ask: "Is this dagger important to them?"
"This dagger represents the identity of the trainees. With it, they can get some help from other selectees."
Fang Yu looked at the dagger. "If the dagger is left here, the other party may have encountered some trouble." He looked at the front again. "Anyway, let's go up and take a look first."
The swamp is already very deep here, and tall reeds and cattails obscure the surrounding view, but tracking becomes easier. There is a long grassy path ahead.
You can tell at a glance that someone has passed here before -
But the strange thing is that there are many other traces around, as if there are many things chasing them through here. There seems to be a different smell in the air, Fang Plover sniffed, and bent down to pick up another
I sniffed the broken grass blade, and there was a more pungent smell lingering on it.
"The smell of sulfur." Tata had already answered.
Fang Plover nodded. Humans would definitely not leave such a smell. He became a little more alert and continued to walk forward. One person and one goblin separated the wormwood and entered the depths of the swamp from that direction.
Before we had gone very far, two maroon weevils appeared in front of us.
It took almost a lot of effort for Fang Plover to kill these two calf-sized beetles, and then he understood the source of the sulfur smell. Brown-nosed weevil beetles are typical fire creatures, and they like to live in underground caves.
in the middle, accompanied by lava and sulfur.
"But how could this thing appear in a place like this?" Fang Plover couldn't help but feel a little strange. He remembered that maroon weevils rarely leave the ground, let alone appear near water sources.
They naturally hate water——
"The dragon-feathered emu is also a fire creature, Mr. Knight." Tata reminded.
"Yes, I was doubting it just now," he looked around doubtfully: "Although dragon-feathered emus do live in swamps, they generally like to build their nests in relatively dry highlands."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a strange sound coming from in front of him.
"Hey," Fang Yu stopped, turned around and asked, "Tata, did you hear anything?"
Tata shook his head.
But a moment later, a clearer sound of anger came from the forest in front, and this time both of them heard it clearly - it was the sound of a fight. Fang Plover and Tata looked at each other, and ran in that direction without thinking.
passed.
He didn't take a few steps before he felt he had landed on solid ground.
The forest became dry again in this direction, and geyser spouts and white mist appeared in the distance. Only then did Fang Plover understand why there were so many fire creatures nearby. There were obviously abundant geothermal resources underground nearby.
exist.
But this still doesn't explain why weevils appear on the surface.
The sounds of fighting were becoming more and more obvious. In front of him was a gloomy fishbone bush. Fang Plover stepped forward to separate the branches and leaves, and finally saw the scene behind the bush.
Then he took a breath of cold air——
“Are these people poking into a weevil beetle’s nest?”
Such an idea came to his mind subconsciously, because what he saw was a forest clearing, and seventeen or eighty brown weevil beetles were besieging the five adventurers in the center of the clearing as if they were in riot.
There happened to be a huge rock stacked on top of each other. Although the adventurers occupied the high ground on the rock, the difference in numbers was so obvious that they were actually in danger.
Not to mention that among the five adventurers, three are trainees with no fighting ability.
Fang Yu recognized the identities of the three trainees at a glance - they did not have any conspicuous combat equipment, nor were they wearing armor or carrying a magic furnace. At first glance, they looked like typical tourists.
The three trainees were all young, two boys and one girl. The eldest boy was probably a little younger than him, about sixteen years old, with an East Asian face. He carefully stood in front of everyone.
The other boy is very thin and has black hair. The hair is very soft and almost droops on his head. He wears a pair of round-rimmed glasses, which are big and bulky. The lenses are as thick as the bottom of a glass bottle, blocking his eyes.
One-third of the face is exposed, only the pointed cheek below is exposed.
He has red lips, white teeth, and delicate eyebrows, almost like a girl, but he is indeed wearing a male dark brown velvet robe, with the hem completely hanging to the ground, almost one size too big. He should be the youngest among the three.
He looked like he was probably less than fourteen years old. He was holding a big book tightly in his hands and was protected by two other people at the back.
When Fang Yu saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel good about these three trainees. In his opinion, people who know how to stand up to protect their companions are not bad-hearted.
As for the last girl - she is the only one among the three who does not have an East Asian face. She has neat light blond short ear-length hair, two beautiful earrings, thin freckles on the tip of her nose, and a round face.
I can't say how beautiful she is, but overall she looks kind and cute, full of girlish energy.
And the ones fighting desperately in front of these three trainees were probably the adventurers they hired.
There were only two people in total.
A wheat-skinned elf girl, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed as a hunter, carrying a short bow - but she didn't use it; instead, she held a spear in both hands and lowered her body, as if she was ready to go.
Hairy female leopard.
The elf girl has a pair of exceptionally beautiful light green eyes, which are extremely agile in the depths of her eyes. It seems that she can always catch the enemy's precise movements at the last moment and take action at the right time, flying away the charging weevil beetle with a spear.
Her movements are both cautious and perfect, and her body is flexible, allowing her to maximize the strength of her waist and abdomen. It is like a straightened whip. Sometimes Fang Plover almost thinks that she is going to break her slender waist.
Already.
But in the blink of an eye, the danger was saved. She nimbly moved backwards to avoid the fire breath of the weevil beetle, vividly displaying the beauty of strength and dexterity between movement and stillness.
The girl's level is not high, maybe not even the second level of profession, which is level 7 or 8, but her combat experience is much richer than any other selector at this level that Fang Plover has ever seen.
It’s not even comparable——
So much so that there were only three words in Fang Yu's mind that could describe this huntress's wonderful battle.
Predator.
Yes, in the eyes of others, the elf girl is simply a real jungle predator.
As for the other person, it seems more ridiculous. He is a Papalar, a type of short halfling. Different from tall halflings who like to wander, the Papalar has its own settlement and culture——
They are a quite likable race, mainly because of their optimistic, cheerful and somewhat serious character, and of course because of their appearance.
A typical Papalar should look like this.
They eat seven meals a day, breakfast, snacks and tea after a morning walk, main meal, afternoon tea party, dinner, evening party activities, and snacks before going to bed.
Yes, Papalar people love life, but they love food, parties and music even more. Papalar people cannot live without music.
Their hometown of Sanshak is the most festive place with singing and dancing in the entire Hill of Giant Trees. The laws of the Papalar people stipulate that they have more than 300 days in a year, one-third of which are festival celebrations.
Of course they love work, but when holidays come, they will put down whatever they are doing and put on their most beautiful formal attire to attend various banquets.
Of course, this formal attire must include at least a decent hat.
No papalal is complete without a hat.
They have big pointed ears, cute round faces with a little baby fat, smiling eyes and almost invisible little noses; and the tall ones among them are only less than half the height of the square plovers, and they have to stand on tiptoes to reach them.
The waist is the height of an ordinary person, but the Papalar people don't like others to laugh at their shortness - it is said that this is one of the reasons why they like to wear long top hats.
They are gentle children who do not like war or adventure. They are also afraid of the cold, very afraid of the cold, and very afraid of the cold. Fang Plover did not expect to see a Papalar in this place - it is said that they never
Appears anywhere where it snows in winter.
But when he took a closer look, he realized that it was the Chosen One.
the reason is simple.
The other party didn't even have a decent hat, and even wore a pair of goggles on his light silver hair. For the Papalar people, this was not only unseemly, but also deviant.
The opponent's chubby little hands held a heavy crossbow that was almost as tall as him, and he dragged it to the top of a rock with difficulty. Facing the beetle's pressing step by step, he kept shaking the handle, pulling out the bowstring, and squinting. He aimed with one eye and fired his bow left and right - but he didn't feel any killing intent at all, instead he looked innocent.
Fang Yu really couldn't understand why someone would choose Papalar as a fighting profession and what kind of mentality they had - the hands of this race are so short that they can't even touch the top of their heads, and they are only fat and short. of four fingers.
But that guy obviously had his own ideas.
He kept retreating and shooting, and his little leather boots finally stepped on the edge of the giant rock.
"Jump." Fang Plover reminded the other party in his heart. Because there was another huge rock not far behind the Papalar man, he could jump on it and continue shooting.
But the guy actually stepped on the air, flipped backwards, let go of his hand, separated from his heavy crossbow and fell down, and a ball passed by.
He fell solidly from the two-meter-high rock, fell to his feet, and passed out at that time - of course, a two-meter-high rock may not be a big deal to ordinary people, but to Papalar It might be a bit too high for humans.
"Parker!" Fang Plover heard the female elf hunter make an anxious cry.
Turns out this guy's name is Parker, Fang Yu thought. He was about to command his walkers to rush forward to rescue people, but Miss Tata suddenly flew up and reached out to grab him, grabbing his hair and pulling him back.
"Walker, come in ah ah ah -"
Fang Plover turned sideways in that direction in pain, causing the walker to rush forward and bump into a tree stump.
"Tata, Miss Tata?"
Fang Plover raised his head and was about to ask what happened, but he tilted his head and happened to see the other side of the battlefield, where a few white feathers were swaying - there were actually several people hiding underneath.
When Fang Plover saw it, he couldn't help but feel jealous.
Jeflett Redcoats——
It's really a good enemy who meets on a narrow road.
