Battle of Top Students

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Since I didn't sign a contract, I couldn't get the character cards, so I posted some pictures of the characters here. Protagonist: Rethos (by ai painting: midjourney) The prototype is Nasus in "The League of Nations", just like the prototype of Crocodile King is Renekton. Because of his beloved dog, he adopted the image of an orc with the head of a husky and the body of a human body. [Known Information]: Department of Philosophy, has a strong love for books and likes to think philosophically. In most situations, he appears calm and collected. Occasionally turns into a very doggy (literally) guy. This picture shows the normal server form when entering the main city.

Knowledge and skills play an important role in the battle between academic masters. No matter which major you are in, you can have the departmental capabilities of your subject in the battle for academic supremacy. So, for those of you from various majors, if you set your knowledge and skills, what amazing knowledge and skills can you set? Come and use your imagination~

"The Zanza Forest is ahead." Two horses, one black and one white, snorted and stopped at the entrance of the forest. They seemed a little restless, their hind hooves scraping the ground, throwing up bursts of dust and mud. "Yes, it's two hours earlier than I expected. What a good horse." The man on the white horse smiled with satisfaction. Looking back at the two horses and the cargo they were carrying, he couldn't help but reveal his mouth full of gold teeth. The thighs of the two horses were already riddled with whip marks, and the fresh blood marks and open flesh were clearly visible. "I'm talking about Dean, you must have heard the story here." The head of the white horse was stroked appreciatively by the middle-aged man riding on it. The man turned his head and smiled at the man on the black horse. As he asked, the flesh on his face trembled with his voice. "Ah... I have heard a little about the rumors of wolves in the forest. Isn't this something everyone in our country knows. But, do we really want to choose this path... Not to mention that what we are transporting is their taboo... Teacher." He and his teacher hadtily covered themselves with linen robes and pretended to be businessmen. Inside, they were both wearing pure white silk robes trimmed with silver—the scholar attire of the Kingdom of Figos. But his is an apprentice style. The patterns and inlaid gems on the teacher's body are more complicated. At this moment, he obviously pulled the reins tighter on his hands, and his trembling voice became weaker. That's a vicious gangster, someone who kills without blinking an eye. He had already felt uneasy since his teacher took him down this so-called shortcut. From time to time, there are several "mute" crows whistling in the forest. It made his hair stand on end. "If you dare not give up your little worries for our great cause, then you are not worthy of being called my apprentice." The middle-aged man paused and showed a sly smile, "We can make this journey two hours earlier. Once we pass here, we can arrive five days earlier than those guys. The prosperous Fein Capital. These five days are enough for us to seize all the markets and sell our goods to the rich, mages, and even kings and queens who want them most. As for those guys... We can make them unable to lick a drop of oil. " . "What the teacher said is true. It is our country's scholars who are the first to study this emerging magical magic. Only our country of Figos has knowledge that they cannot reach. If they want our country's knowledge, they have to pay the price of a truckload of gold coins. And the messenger who spreads the gospel of knowledge to them... Can only be you." Dean nodded slightly. What a great cause... This "teacher" always likes to use some lofty words to whitewash everything he does. In fact, there is no difference from that group of traders. However, they all smuggled the research classics of Figos to other city-states in exchange for high profits. But, if you don't do it, there will be people who will do it. Standing on the wind, you have to take risks and dance on the tip of the knife. "Listen, even if there is a risk, as long as we can get 300% of the profit, that little risk is insignificant. Besides, those scum are just a group of short-sighted people. A small tribute will surely make them wave us away. After all, shiny things can help us settle everything." Middle-aged The man's expression seemed very relaxed, "They will never understand that a little bit of gold and silver is nothing compared to our treasures? So, if you want to make a living, you have to be different from those simple-minded idiots. They use blood and axes, but we only need to use this."  He placed his index finger on his temple and gently turned it. "Let's go, I can tell you the story of this forest on the way. Time is money, my apprentice. It will not wait for anyone." Dean hesitated for a moment, but still drove the horse. Two horses pulled two wooden two-wheelers loaded with goods into the forest. The sky was gloomy and the forest seemed dead. The dewdrops that had condensed in the early morning had not yet dissipated. The roads were covered with vegetation on both sides, but some broken armor and bones were still looming. The horse's hooves stepped on the business road paved with bluestones, making a crisp "ta-ta-ta" sound. The echoes continued to reach Dean's ears. This kind of sound was tantamount to alarming the snake, which could easily make people nervous. "Well... The remains of that battle." Dean's teacher looked around. It seemed quite emotional. "These people are obviously just a bunch of exiles, but they are so brave and fierce... What a bunch of unruly people." "This seems to be the only time our army has failed." Dean added. "Oh, this shouldn't have happened at all. If your majesty, a dim-witted guy, had listened to my advice and spent money to hire more soldiers to fight them, this would not have happened at all. Even so, their king was still killed by us, wasn't he?" Not worried at all about his eloquent talk attracting wolf bandits in the forest, Dean couldn't help but secretly admire the teacher's courage. But without this bit of courage, his teacher Gurid would not be where he is today. In this cloudy weather, the gangsters probably wouldn't brave such a bad heavy rain to squat there. This should be what the teacher has considered in advance... Not to mention that they have a backup plan in advance. Since this has deceived the eyes of countless checkpoint inspectors, it is not a problem for those simple-minded people. "In the final analysis, they should not live in Figos. Whether it is nature or nurture, there is no way to fill their heads with knowledge. They are not worthy of enjoying this gift." Dean knew exactly what he was talking about. Since that "giant catastrophe", the original elemental magic here seems to have gradually declined due to the influence of those extraterrestrial objects. The originally famous mage found that the power of his spells was greatly reduced; the Mage Association was in turmoil, and the tribes who believed in the primitive gods were forced to retreat to the mountains and forests with their gods... However, the country of Figos, which was originally known as the merchant capital, saw and embraced this great opportunity. It was they who first deciphered those foreign mysterious symbols and realized that they might be the incantations of some powerful spells. Soon, the news from the institute made every mage in Figos feel like they had a treasure - these "powers of knowledge" were gathered into spells that were more powerful than ordinary elemental magic. Although sometimes the meaning of the spells was not fully understood, the deeper the research, the more diverse the types of spells, and the power could increase several times. For a time, there was a frenzy of secret research on knowledge and magic in Figos. From the beginning, it could only summon pen refills, books and other objects, to the ability to drive formulas and theorem symbols to pierce the enemy like a shower. After several generations of deciphering and refinement, in Gurid's generation, although it is still a little immature compared to today, the knowledge and magic mastered by the Figos country has begun to differentiate into specific disciplines. And he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the study of magic, a subject that is said to bring endless wealth. According to his translation, the subject recorded in those foreign symbols is collectively called - "the knowledge of melting and refining gold". The incomparable power of knowledge caused the country of Figos, which originally lacked military protection, to quickly organize an almost invincible mercenary army. Their continuous research gave them an undisputed authoritative position on this new magic. With the commission of mercenaries and this kind of behavior that is no different from "knowledge monopoly", the national power and economy of Figos suddenly took off, transforming into a "learned country" where the whole people pursue knowledge to the point of being almost fanatical. And his teacher is even more so. As a researcher of the magic branch of this discipline, he immediately ushered in a huge amount of wealth. Despite this, you still have to pay an extremely high tuition fee to become a disciple of him... Who would have thought that his arsenic is my honey. What the disaster that day brought to the country of Figos was actually an opportunity and a wonderful gift. "Rustling..." Suddenly, there was a commotion in the bushes, which brought Dean's thoughts back for a moment. Oops! He immediately trembled all over, drew out his sword as if instinctively, and looked at the source of the sound with trembling eyes. His teacher could not help but frown, but after a while, he calmed down again. It turned out that a roe deer was disturbed by them and ran away deep into the jungle. The little guy kicked his hooves and actually kicked a skull in front of the two of them. In Dean's surprised gaze, his teacher actually looked at the skull condescendingly for a while, then bowed to pick it up, with a trace of amusement in his brows. "I marvel at the courage of these refugees and lament their ignorance. Sometimes, as long as you comply, you will be rewarded, but they don't understand. If they had repented, they would not have turned into these withered bones. Apprentice, this is another lesson for you." Dean's body trembled slightly. There was something unspeakably unusual about the teacher's behavior, which reminded him of some rumors he had heard occasionally. The teacher has a keen sense not only of speculation, but also of his potential competitors. When the teacher was only slightly famous, he dared to challenge the Fitt family, which was in charge of the business line. What was even weirder was that within two years, he took over all the Fitt family's business. The family members who were at the end of their rope had no choice but to steal in order to make a living. Naturally, they inevitably ended up in jail. It is said that most of the family members were eventually exiled and became refugees. And the wealth accumulated from this secret war opened the door to business for Gurid. This group of "student scumbags" comes from this group of refugees who are fighting for their lives. After the scumbags started to wreak havoc, the vendors hired by the teacher were robbed repeatedly. Those who managed to escape picked up the remaining goods and ran away. This also led the teacher to issue a remonstrance to His Majesty, requesting that mercenaries be sent to eliminate the scumbag students. The strange thing is that the teacher named them and proposed to let the mercenaries run by the Korla family take the lead. Originally, this was an army that was not easily dispatched, but by some mistake, this proposal was approved. Dean also knew what happened next. None of their mercenaries or family members who personally led the team came back alive. Dean couldn't help but think of the foreign inscriptions he studied. There was a theory mentioned above called "Invisible Hand", but he didn't study its meaning very clearly. In order to find out what kind of magic this inscription is related to, he has been studying whether this theory is consistent with the country's economic laws. Now, he seems to have a new understanding of this theory. It's really a beautiful plan that kills two birds with one stone. His teacher, whether he was overtly mediating or secretly manipulating, or using some small tricks, actually ruined the futures of his two biggest competitors at the same time. It's no wonder that the teacher's reputation has skyrocketed since then, and now he has titles such as "Honorary President of the Fiennes Merchant Alliance" and "Core Scholar of the Kingdom of Fiegos". At this moment, the skull, a victim after the war, was held in his hand with great interest. Is the owner of the skull an exile from the Fit family? Or is he a personal guard of the Korla family? No wonder the teacher looked at them with such meaningful eyes, as if admiring the pitiful gesture of a competitor before his death. Maybe the teacher has these "invisible hands"... Just thinking about it carefully is enough to make people shudder.                  "Madman, idiot, thug, bastard... You really deserve to die..." Guride cursed in a low voice at the skull. His mood has been extremely bad recently, which is probably related to the disappearance of his trusted caravan. If this incident hadn't happened, they wouldn't have had to make this journey in person, not to mention that he drank some wine before setting off early this morning. Dean didn't dare to say anything, so he could only watch silently as the teacher tossed the skull aside into the weeds. Savoring what the teacher just said to himself. Before setting off, the teacher said that after completing this task, the gold coins earned would be enough to pay off the high tuition fees he owed the teacher. Stepping out of the city gate, he could also choose to join the army. "As long as you comply, you will be rewarded", it seems that the teacher is telling himself. The teacher had just taken off the iron chain of "debt" for him, and now wanted to use his own pressure to put an invisible chain on him. But it is true that as long as you go out and work alone, you will still be able to huddle in the shadow of the teacher. How dare he go against his teacher's wishes and follow him around for several years without ever making any mistakes. Over the years, he had gone bankrupt and borrowed money to become his favorite disciple. At least he had learned some skills. As for his plan after paying off this old fox's debt... He was still secretly thinking about it in his mind. "No, the forest in front is where the first scumbag king died in battle. It seemed that he died ugly, with a whole hole in his chest. It is said that after his death, the second-in-command took his place. This guy seems to be a resident of this plateau. Not only did he unite to constantly harass us The trolls themselves have extraordinary brute strength. Aren't you curious? If a group of stupid people elect a man who is so stupid that he can't understand words and only has brute strength, won't they degenerate into a group of primitive people in the end?" Gurid's tone was full of contempt. Dean also scoffed. What the people of Figos despise most are these simple-minded low-class people. "Don't make any noise on the road ahead, speed up, we will be out soon..." The teacher turned back and winked at Dean, tightened the reins, and the sound of the horse's hooves became more intensive. The sound of "rustling" leaves was mixed in with the sound of horse hooves. Strange noises seemed to come from all directions. Something is wrong. The two of them had to tense their nerves again. When they looked at the trees on both sides of the road at the end of the road, their expressions froze on their faces. The sound of horse hooves stopped. {"TopicId":"1023331784584921088","TopicName":"The Battle of the Top Students"}

Since I didn't sign a contract, I couldn't get the character cards, so I posted some pictures of the characters here. Protagonist: Mr. Crocodile (by ai painting: midjourney) Although he is a girl, he hopes to enter the game in the form of a crocodile doctor whose gender is unknown~ [Known Information]: Extremely afraid of dead fish, and after entering the game, he has a new characteristic: afraid of apples. This picture shows the normal server form when entering the main city.

Since I didn't sign a contract, I couldn't get the character cards, so I posted some pictures of the characters here. Protagonist: Demon Spirit King (by ai painting: midjourney) The prototype setting is the Lich King in "Magic World". In order to avoid suspicion of copyright, he changed his name to Demon Spirit King. Crocodile-kun's bad friend, Yazi, who doesn't look very smart. [Known information]: Majoring in Chinese language and literature, he has written a novel called "Linghe Strange Dream" and regards it as a treasure. Don't let him catch a cold. Extremely need water, if you don't drink water, you will die. This picture shows the normal server form when entering the main city. (Ps: Don't be fooled by this form.)

No matter what, I can only write more than 3,000 this week, and that's without writing a large medical record and memorizing words for ppt (sigh) I originally planned to end this chapter this week, but it seems that I can only finish it next week...

I have another medical record this week... But it doesn't matter, I will finish the novel and it...

Just two thousand words, I will update it tomorrow

Brothers, do you like each other? We are all newbies, so it's not easy. My book "The Call of the Three Kingdoms: Haihe Yanqing" 🙂

A guide for novices, a scholar with both patience and wisdom, a tireless lamp bearer who brings enlightenment to the lost lambs. "Hello, dusty travelers, have you come here to seek the enlightenment of knowledge and wisdom?" "This is the palace where books and knowledge live. The only thing you need to bow down and worship devoutly is the endless knowledge and wisdom here."

What a painstaking effort... The tenth chapter that revolves around the majestic main city is finally finished... Qwq... I wrote more than thirty pages... More than thirty thousand words... In order to explain the setting and pave the way, this chapter was written with repeated consideration, so it was a little slower. I must hope that you readers will understand... A new chapter, a fresh chapter, you wait for me! Serve immediately! ps: The bell for the postgraduate entrance examination has also begun to ring. Not only their journey, but also the author's journey has just begun...

"They plundered my village, killed my relatives, destroyed my totems, and hunted our gods. The fire of revenge in my heart was burning, but I could only drag my scarred body away from my homeland." ——The plateau swordsman of the unknown tribe Within the reach of brute force, life will be destroyed. This is a pack of wolves and bandits on the plateau. Only endless plunder can temporarily alleviate their greed. The lives of villagers and scholars are as worthless as trivial matter in their eyes. They only advocate absolute power. [Origin of the camp] The scumbag is by no means an aborigine of this plateau. It took many years for their skin to turn the color of a cyanotic plateau, and the plateau changed its name because of their arrival. The most credible explanation for why this group of people moved to this cold place is that they are lower-class civilians from the once rich and intellectual country of Figos. The entire country worships knowledge to an almost extreme degree, which also makes knowledge and money and status tightly linked together. And everyone who has used their knowledge to win all this will try their best to maintain it and keep it firmly in the hands of themselves and future generations. No matter what their moral character is, they only need to have a head full of knowledge, and they can promote new policies through speeches without any hindrance. This group of mediocre civilians may have offended the dignitaries of the Kingdom of Figos, may have expressed doubts or dissatisfaction with the knowledge promoted by the powerful, or may have committed murders during disputes and fights - in any case, after paying a fine, they will be taken to the prison of the Kingdom of Figos to suffer months of torture. Will death await them? No. Scholars in Figos advocate the abolition of the death penalty for the sake of the country's image. Then, it seems that staying in prison is their destination. Can their country's prisons handle the growing population? The answer is naturally no. Residents who have never been in a prison will certainly not think that prisoners have been executed there. This has also made the rule of law in the country of Figos become a favorite among the people. But every once in a while, batch after batch of prisoners will be escorted by guards to the deserted suburbs - what they call "eternal exile for the most heinous people." One day, a large number of prisoners will be escorted out and subjected to exile. Is the place of exile a forest filled with miasma, or a desert where water is hard to come by? These are all places mentioned by the warden, but where exactly they go, no one among the prisoners knows. Leaving the city, the guards watched them closely as they walked forward until they reached a deserted suburb. There seemed to be some broken bones scattered on the ground, and it was unclear what kind of creatures they were. These skeletons show signs of hasty burial. A pedestrian or a horse's hooves can reveal more buried beneath a layer of soil. As soon as the prisoners arrived, the crows on the dead branches flew up in fright, circling in groups in the sky. The guards removed their shackles, but the shackles remained. But the guards did not wave their hands to banish them and give them the promised "freedom". Instead, they immediately drew their execution sabers. There was a sense of impending death among the prisoners. A commotion immediately broke out. Liar! They are all liars! The country of Figos, which cherishes feathers and wears a gorgeous coat of sanctimony, will naturally not execute prisoners in their country. However, the place of exile was so remote that the soldiers in the prison had already pocketed the traveling expenses for the guards and the food and grass expenses along the way. As long as it is not within the country's borders, this secret execution will never damage the reputation of the country of Figos, right? But these prisoners don't want to be lambs to be slaughtered. "Bang!" One of the prisoners seemed to be born with extraordinary strength. The moment he took off the handcuffs, he bent down and pulled the iron chain of his shackles, and drove the iron ball at the end to hit the guard's head hard. After picking up the saber that he had dropped, he slashed like crazy and obtained more guard weapons for the prisoners who were also fighting against the beasts. Bits of blood spilled out, flooding the wasteland. After a round of desperate fighting, the remaining prisoners collected the belongings on the body and brought in the horse left behind by the guard captain. He helped the prisoner, who was covered in blood, whether it was his blood or someone else's blood, onto the saddle to express his support for him. During the long night, they burned the books carried by the guards as fuel, and the fire illuminated everyone present. The flames swallowed up their humiliating past, allowing them to usher in a "new life" in a sense. After that, they moved all the way west, and finally came to the desolate plateau. The man who led the prisoners to break out of the siege was elected as the first scumbag king. In it they established their camp. All of them tried their best to cut off all ties with the Kingdom of Phegos. Although the power of knowledge was more powerful, they were willing to permanently abolish the "knowledge" that brought them eternal pain. It seems like going from one extreme to the other, and it is. Over the years, the plateau's lack of oxygen and howling cold winds finally selected out of this group of prisoners a group of people who were physically strong and could withstand the severe cold. They called themselves scumbags and began to regard the power that led them out of death as a source of worship. The harsh environment also determines their way of survival - if they don't hunt wild animals and plunder other people's supplies, they are destined to starve to death in this harsh winter. The accompanying prisoners mastered some basic blacksmithing and architecture, as well as some life skills, which gradually increased the number of their weapons and equipment. As some caravans and villages on the border of Figos were plundered, the Zanza Plateau and Zanza Forest were used to refer to that dangerous place, and rumors of "wolf bandits in the forest" began to spread among the citizens of Figos.                                                                        In the meantime, various chambers of commerce have planned to send mercenaries to deal with them. However, the harsh climate of the plateau and the large number of poor students have caused the cost of mercenaries to skyrocket. The chambers of commerce had no choice but to cancel the plan. Instead, he put pressure on the king through constant lobbying. Due to public opinion, the king finally assigned a team of soldiers to destroy them. The first scumbag king led his army to fight in person. In the Zanza Forest, they had a deadly battle between knowledge and brute force. Even if the scumbag soldiers were pricked with bloody holes by various formulas and theorems and pen refills like arrows, they still had to cut off the soldiers' heads before taking their last breath. The shouts of killing shook the mountains and forests, and the defeated soldiers abandoned their helmets and armor. In the end, the scumbags won a tragic victory at the cost of blood. Since then, this "battle to establish power" among the scumbags has made them a "thorn in the side" that is difficult to remove but helpless for the caravan and the Kingdom of Figos. With mere brute force against the power of knowledge, nearly impossible things became possible for them. Of course, no tribe would want to settle down on such a poor and harsh plateau. When and where to expand their territory has become an urgent problem for them to solve... [Faction Logo] The main body of their logo is a huge skull of a leopard. Perhaps the skull symbolized the ultimate god they sought to conquer. Behind the skull are two crossed axes and maces. The skull is decorated with horns and animal skins, and the entire logo is not completely symmetrical, showing the primitive and savage spirit of the barbarians. The background color of their flag is usually brown, which is changed to red or gray when going into battle. Where exactly did this logo come from? Does it really have any specific meaning? There is no way to verify it. Or maybe it just comes from the trophies hanging high on their leader's tent... [Faction Main City] [Camp at Zanza Plateau]         Zanza Plateau and surrounding areas. Snow-capped mountains ripple in the distance. It was not yet the flowering season, and almost everything you could see was desolate frozen soil and patches of sand. A place where humans and other humanoid species rarely go. Under the protection of Ling Shuang, the mother of all beasts, this place is like a rare pure land for beasts and spirits. Beast-like demigods possessing the original power of [Spirit of Nature and Beasts] occasionally wander around the plains. All creatures maintain a delicate balance with local hunters and villagers, and each thrives. The spirituality of these beasts is so high that people no longer view them as just beasts. Instead, they are called "animal spirits". After the tribe hunts them, they must use the shaman to consult the gods worshiped by the tribe for instructions. The remaining body parts after eating are all returned to the earth. They are not needed for survival and will never be hunted. The cycle of nature goes on like this year after year. It is a rare wonder that such a miracle of life can exist on such a barren plateau. The camp of the scumbags has existed since they came here to take refuge. They have always settled here and expanded to what they are today. The largest camp is undoubtedly occupied by the King of Scumbags. Their basic skills allowed them to build wooden watchtowers and larger fortifications around the perimeter. The bonfire in the center of the camp will burn extra brightly when hunting certain large creatures or obtaining a larger amount of "trophies". With the scumbags burning, killing and looting, there are no other living creatures around this camp. The aborigines in the ruined villages hastily covered up the remains of their companions, and either moved to colder and harsher snow-capped mountains, or hid themselves in the vast forests. Having lost their bonds and worship with the aboriginal people, some animal-shaped demigods will also feel that their power is weakening... [Stable] Generally speaking, what the peons desire most is to be assigned the job of taking care of the stables. If the horses can be fed fat and strong, and they happen to defeat a considerable number of their companions in the gladiatorial arena - then this will be the only way for these peons to be promoted. At that time, he will get the right to raise a newborn foal. When the foal grows up enough to be ridden, he will break away from his status as a hard worker and become an elusive predator in the green forest together with his mount. Then, he will gradually use the broken armors on the enemy's corpses as raw materials to forge horse armors and battle armors, and become a member of the army.                                                                . Immediately behind the tent of the Scumbag King, the area and volume are second only to the tent of the Scumbag King. Among them, mountains of gold coins mixed with some common gold and silver jewelry were piled in the center of the big tent. And some items that some scumbags think are more valuable and looted weapons will be boxed and placed in weapon racks, and displayed neatly.                                                                                                                                                        [Blood Arena]                                                                                    These tattoos all represent the promotion and glory he gained by fighting for his life in the bloody arena. The fight to the death between newly captured prisoners, the annual duel between low-level students regarding promotion, and the fight between the king of students and the hunted large beast - all take place in this circular duel field. It is surrounded by a circle of spiked wooden stakes, and those who enter it must fight to the last moment before they can get out of this arena. The scumbags rely on this to show off the majesty of the king and screen out the strong and weak cowards. The winner of each duel will be crowned with the blood of the loser: the blood of the loser is mixed with a plant native to the plateau called "bloodstain grass", and the resulting mixture will tattoo a bloody pattern on the body, which will remain firmly on the body and cannot be washed away. This is the source of those bright red tattoos - the blood of the loser.                                                                                                                                                                             . It was an ancient road that was originally opened by caravans for transporting goods. After that battle, it became the remains of an ancient battlefield. Even though "wolf bandits" have been lingering horror rumors about this trade route, this trade route allows caravans to take shortcuts to reach the target city as early as possible and dump their goods before their competitors. Under such temptation, there are always caravans who are not afraid of death and imagine that they can escape from this forest with their own bodyguards or paying some tribute. Hand over the treasure, leave your life. This is the plundering code of the scumbags. If there is no treasure and only a cart of books, it will undoubtedly touch the scum of the students. The businessman's life may be at risk.

The middle part of Chapter 10 is complete! Now add the relevant settings! Here is a super main city like Orgrimmar. The focus of players gathering, the holy city of knowledge. The entire city stands high on a rugged cliff. From a distance, the buildings are all white towers. The marble staircase as white as jade stretches all the way across the cliff and leads directly to the city gate. In the center of the city, a huge tower towering into the sky, with a huge metal clock embedded in the tower, the bells ringing melodiously, flying towards the sky. The top of the tower is a crystal boulder with sharp edges, which floats up and down as if it is held up by magic. At this moment, the entire city looked down upon all incoming travelers like a silent giant. This city is called by different names by different residents, some call it the "City of Quest", some call it the "City of Spiritual Thought", and a few concisely call it the "City of Learning", but most people will call it "Segasti", which means deep wisdom. If each of the nine major cities has a main city, then this city-state, which is located in the middle of the nine major cities and covers a larger area than any of them, is undoubtedly the hub connecting the nine major cities. This place, without exaggeration, is the center of the continent, the treasure house of classics, the temple of knowledge, and the Jerusalem in the hearts of scholars. It has the most complete facilities and the most magnificent buildings. It is well deserved to be called the main city among main cities!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         . Temple Square by unknown ai painter

，——，，，， Immediately afterwards, there was another "rustling" sound of brushing aside the bushes, and more and more people were blocking the horses. Wolf bandits, real wolf bandits, as expected, what an appropriate metaphor. Like a pack of wolves in the forest, one after another, they appear ghostly in the dense forest and hunt their prey. Something seemed to explode in Dean's mind. A blank.        ，，…… At this moment, the pack of wolves stared at them, and Dean just glanced at them, trembling in his heart.                                                                                                                 Another burst of horse hooves sounded. The fierce and fierce light of the wolves turned and moved deep into the jungle. At that moment, it suddenly changed into a submissive look. It was unclear whether it was a look of unyielding worship or a flattering light, which flashed at the edge of the pupils for a moment.            ，，，，， There was a huge shadow behind him. A Ridge Troll was an inseparable guard behind him, holding up an insurmountable barrier. The muscles on his body are clearly defined, and his head is not proportional to his huge body. He has one eye and one horn, thick and long arms, and his walking posture is like a silverback gorilla. This creature is said to be the product of a combination of earth spirit elements and flesh and blood, so their bodies are as tough as steel. He just pushed aside the bushes, and the big tree next to him was cut off by his brute strength. Dean couldn't believe his eyes. Even in Figos, he had never seen their king in person. After all, the old king was old and had not been seen outside the palace for a long time. The impression of the king's face existed only as a faint shadow in the crystal ball. He never thought that the king of wolf bandits that Figos had spoken of would appear in front of him like this. The alpha wolf must be the most brutal, and the image it is portrayed in rumors and legends is even more so. Born as a Dugu Orion who was exiled by his tribe due to a "curse", after setting up a camp for the scumbag exiles on the Zanza Plateau, he joined them without hesitation; he turned the tribal village where he was exiled into a purgatory of fire and screams; he gradually rose to the second position by fighting in the blood arena and killing the enemy's heads. The first scumbag king even personally ordered two giant hammers to be cast for him as his weapons. There are even rumors that are rampant in the country of Figos. In order to gain power, he asked a large group of elites loyal to him to stand still when the scum sent troops, and he did not hesitate to put the first king of scum in prison during the battle... The image depicted in such rumors cannot overlap with the young man on horseback in front of him in his mind. What's more... In Dean's perception, the king worshiped by these well-developed limbs is not to mention the ultimate creature that is full of muscles and is so strong that it is almost terrifying. He once thought that the Ridge Troll on his back was their leader - just like the leader of an orc settlement is often an unexpectedly huge ogre. These guys actually support such a guy who doesn't have any brute strength... In addition to being unbelievable, a nameless fear can't help but fill their hearts. Why do they come out to rob goods even in cloudy weather... And their king can obviously lie in the big tent and enjoy peace and quiet, why do they appear at this time? This guy... Although he has never spoken, he is not angry or intimidating. The confrontation has become tense, and the tip of the ax has almost reached the necks of Dean and his teacher. Dean just lowered his head and said nothing, glancing at his teacher anxiously from the corner of his eye. The teacher slowly raised his hands. In the current situation, you must not open your mouth. It may be wise to leave everything to the teacher to settle everything... "Don't be excited, everyone. All the treasures and goods we transported will be given to you, all of them. I just ask you to be noble and spare my life." He had seen some strong winds and waves, and Gulide's tone was unusually calm, but he seemed to be covering up his emotions with a smiley expression. The few scumbag followers didn't say much. They immediately stepped forward with weapons in their hands and tore open the tarpaulin of the carriage. Even though the forest is dim and dim under the clouds and low pressure, the moment the tarp is pulled open, the stream of light radiating from the inside out burns everyone's eyes. The bottom of the car was paved with soft velvet cloth, and bundles of gold bricks were piled neatly in a corner of the car. Each one shone with a warm luster, as if it were solidified sunlight. The golden sandalwood box in the other corner was slightly open, filled with rubies and sapphires as clear as a cat's eye. The enamel goblet given to Guride by some princes and nobles, the amethyst with looming magic in it, the bracelets and tiaras studded with gems are all listed here. As well as some demon-infused skulls of exotic beasts - items that countless collectors have fought tooth and nail to get at auctions. The scumbags stared straight at the car, and the scumbag king slowly opened his eyes. Even the white horse under him was so frightened that it couldn't stop pawing the ground with its hooves. "Where do you come from?" The scumbag king couldn't help but look at the two of them carefully, with a hint of undoubted pressure in his tone. Gurid tried his best to cover up the habitual clichés of Figos Chinese scholars-the words are extremely complicated, gorgeous, and lengthy, and every word and sentence is like a peacock showing off his knowledge. They believe that this will make their magic more refined. He tried his best to express it in the tone commonly used by vendors, and trembled his teeth up and down before spitting out a few words. "Wandering around without a home." This is not an unfounded fabrication, but a deliberate one. Sure enough, when the scumbags present heard about the identity of this fellow wanderer, their arms holding weapons couldn't help but relax a little. "Where to go?" "Jinghui City." "Jinghui City" is an ancient magical city-state. Even from the "Catastrophe" to the present day, the local Mages Council still insists on improving the ancient arcane magic that exists in this world. Therefore, the Kingdom of Figos, which pursues the "gift of knowledge", is regarded as a heresy that shakes the foundation of magic, and the two countries have long since severed diplomatic relations. Naturally, the scumbags have heard about it a little bit. In fact, as long as they don't hear the names of city-states that have contacts with the Figos country, such as Fenn Capital, they will not become furious. "Is this all you have?" "Indeed. But in order to save my life, I will dedicate all of this to you. No reservations. As long as you agree, I can always walk out of this forest safely." The scumbag king seemed a little surprised. No matter how desperate the merchants were, they would still knock their heads until the ground bled and begged them to leave a few belongings for them to use as travel expenses. But after a while, he nodded. He waved lightly to his men. The treasures in the car were finally torn and slaughtered by the wolves like a large piece of delicious tender meat. The stream of light above it was more like exuding a sweet and wonderful smell, making them extremely excited. In an instant, the wolves surged forward, like clouds swept by the wind. There was nothing on the velvet cloth. Dean knew very well how valuable the treasures given to the teacher by the nobles were. Along the way, this car of property had been "taken care of" by prosecutors at various city-state checkpoints. But now, at this last natural danger, all of it was taken away. But Gulide only twitched the corners of his mouth slightly. Seeing such a respectful and well-behaved businessman who came to his door, the scumbag king couldn't help but stroke the white horse's mane and laughed loudly for a while. The scumbag followers also moved the ax from their necks knowingly, which made Dean's tense nerves relax a little. "Haha... Since you are not the prey we are looking for, then we will keep you alive. Let's go." Dean's hands were already tightly holding the reins. As soon as these words were spoken, he immediately urged the horse. "Wait a minute." Gulide suddenly spoke, making Dean stunned again. Looking at the teacher, there seemed to be a kind of interesting playfulness in his eyes. "What I just said is that as long as you agree, I can always walk out of this forest unharmed. Therefore, when I pass through here in the future, please also let me pass. This is the condition you just promised. You will not break your promise, right?" "Crack!" The tall and thick guard next to the scumbag king immediately picked up the ax and chopped it into Gulide's carriage. With a loud noise, the ax blade was firmly embedded in the wooden board, and the cracks extended to the bottom of the wooden board!        ，，，，， Damn, it was almost... He cursed secretly in his heart. I never expected that no matter how shameless a prosecutor, no matter how shameless an idiot he is, he would behave so rudely and disrespectfully like these bastards! "Today is the day of our annual sacrifice. The boss is gracious enough to let you go because you are not the sacrifice we want. Do you still dare to negotiate terms with the boss? Don't you want to live anymore?" "No, no, no, please don't remember the villain's fault and calm down your anger. Just listen to what I have to say." Gulide stared at the extended section of the crack in the carriage with lingering fear, shaking his head like a rattle, "This 'always' means that we will pass through your territory with full cargo every time. And I will take out half of the cargo every time and hand over Give it to you as tribute. In exchange, you only need to leave some basic goods as our transportation, so that we can get out of here unscathed and earn a small amount of income. I don't mean to be rude to you. This is definitely a good deal. " The scumbags looked at each other and were actually a little moved. "Think about it, I have the ability to purchase these treasures..." This is simply an offer that the scum cannot refuse. This is incredible. Even the most ferocious gangsters who could put them to death at any time, the teacher can use sweet words to make them happy. Dean can be regarded as understanding what the teacher has been teaching all along. No matter how exquisite or valuable those two carts of property are, if they can be used to pry through the natural barriers of Zanza Forest, this shortcut will become a safe road that only belongs to them. By then, the sources of "goods" in several capitals will be under their control, and endless wealth that cannot be exchanged for ten times the treasure will rush towards them like a flood... These guys are not that stupid. At least, I have a vague understanding of the economic theory of "sustainable development". Everyone gets what they need, mutual benefit. Survival from desperate situation, clever deal. Sure enough, the scumbag king's ears softened upon hearing this, and he nodded slightly in acquiescence. He took out a handful of plants from the saddle's animal skin bag and handed it to his guard. The guard pulled the ax away and put it back on his back, then crushed the small handful of plants in his hands, and blood-red juice suddenly emerged. He squatted beside the crack of the ax head in the carriage, dipped his finger in the juice, and drew a bright scarlet mark. "Bloodstained grass. I have marked your car with it. As long as the mark is still there, you will not be shot to death by an arrow when passing through the forest. Similarly, behind the forest, near our territory, as long as my people see this mark, they will immediately let you go. Now, do you have anything else to say?" The Zhaqun couldn't help but applaud their king's wise decision. "Then, happy cooperation." A glint flashed in Gulide's eyes, and he just smiled. The students watched silently as the two drove the horses. The wooden wheels creaked and began to roll.

Composition The King of Academic Scumbags                                                            ​ His pupils were as clear as a sky mirror, and his lungs were scorched black and covered with smoke. Those who read and write questions are all inferior, and they use clever tricks to steal windfalls. It is the right time to wear bright clothes and angry horses, and your majesty is so powerful that it shakes the mountains.                                                                                                                                                             (PS: The painting style is different from everyone here. Why? Because it was drawn with the previous generation niji.)                                                                                                                                                                                             Ambition. Arrogant. Brutal. Absolute power. His legend is still circulating in the mouths of ancient merchants. And how many of these businessmen can survive and continue to pass on these legends orally? Student scumbag It is a pity that escaping from the kingdom they originally belonged to did not bring about any fundamental changes in the system between them. It's just that the standard for measuring the powerful and the hard workers has changed from the knowledge in the head to the physical body and strength. The lowest level of hard labor comes from losers who kneel down and beg for mercy in the Blood Arena, prisoners from other tribes who live in an ignoble existence, and some "rookies" who have just joined the gang. Chopping firewood, feeding horses, and building fortifications were almost all performed by these hard laborers. Except for those with higher status, most of them can only squeeze a few people into a tent. There are also a small number of women among the poor students. They usually stay in the camp and seldom go out for activities. Their status is definitely higher than that of these hard workers. They may be brave and fierce, or they may be good at sewing. As long as they can help the scumbags in various aspects, the scumbags will accept them. Ling Trolls                                                                                                                                 . Their skin color ranges from brown to yellow, and some individuals have horns on their heads. He has strong muscles and thick skin. He thinks and speaks slowly, but when he sees a book, he gets furious. This characteristic makes them and the scumbags become natural allies in almost no time together. Regarding the recent behavior of the scumbags in hunting beast spirits, the brains of the mountain trolls are not enough to support them in thinking about what kind of harm will happen in the future. They only know that the supply of meat has suddenly increased recently, enough to fill their brains with fat. This alone is enough for them to support the recent decision of the scumbag students with both hands and feet. [Player Events] Most of the interactions between players and this camp are due to a mission called [Bandits Wreaked]. Players are required to stop the scumbag troops who rob the caravan's property and return the looted property to the victims. After completing this task, a new quest line will be opened, which will cause permanent changes to the landscape of the scumbag camp, and change the relationship between these players and the scumbag camp from [coldness] to [hatred]. In addition. If a player entrusts an NPC postman to deliver items, there is a low chance that the items will be robbed by scumbags during the delivery. When your belongings are robbed, a paper crane will find you and fly down on your shoulder. When you unfold it, you will get a scrawled letter, which is the bad news delivered to you by the postman. If players choose to join them, they must conceal all their abilities and things related to [Learning]. Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to gain their trust, and they would be mounted on a ballista and launched. You need to express your loyalty to them by telling them about your resentment towards learning and knowledge. As your loyalty and sweet talk impress the scumbags, they'll invite you to plunder and hunt with them. When a player assists a scumbag in killing caravans and animal spirits during this process, the player's reputation in camps such as [Sky Chamber of Commerce], [Ferns Merchant Alliance], [Sen Yue Society], and [Moon Creek Druid] will gradually decrease as the number of merchants and animal spirits killed increases. [Anecdote] Generally speaking, dancing with brutal bandits is an extremely unwise thing to do. What's more, you are a scumbag who hates your identity from the beginning. Choosing to join them not only prevents you from getting any academic improvement (unless you hide it from them or use certain methods), but you also have to do the dirtiest and most arduous chores like a scumbag before gaining trust. Suffering all kinds of physical pain, bullying and contempt. The system will not award you any achievements. However, their appearance seems to have been turned upside down due to the arrival of a certain "player". With his extremely flattering attitude, he was greatly appreciated by the scumbag king. He played a kind of "strategist" role by his side. He seems to have brought many new things to the uncivilized students. For example, novel Mohawk hairstyles, cigars, personal graffiti, and a form of entertainment called "vibrato" are no different from the real world. The blue electronic cigarette has a matte texture with a faint sheen. It looks high-end in technology and has completely captured the heart of the scumbag. He described to the scumbag students the scene of capturing Segasti and transforming it into a paradise filled with tobacco, alcohol, chess and card entertainment, which made every scumbag student dream about it. All of these made him highly respected among the scum without relying on so-called brute strength or fighting hard in the bloody arena. Of course, this is not as good as the gift he gave to the scumbag king - a mysterious black box. For a scumbag, absolute power is everything, and this box can absorb the power of demigods and infuse it into the user's body through the bracelet in the box. Because of this, in recent times, the scumbags have not only gained windfalls in addition to plunder, but the frequency of hunting the beast spirits wandering on the plateau has also gradually increased. These behaviors have also caused them to form great conflicts with some local tribes, druids or nature worship groups.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             <br               ，， Is he really just pursuing some novel experience or standing out among the players? Perhaps the world is too big, and there is no shortage of idiots like this who are willing to serve the foolish king without asking for anything in return...

I have to delay updates in an upright manner these two days! (Akimbo) Because I'm going to Chimelong Zoo~~

The wheels rolled over bluestone and gravel, jolting violently for a while. The remaining cracks seemed to be unable to withstand the bumps and extended all the way. A piece of wood near the base fell down, followed by the dull sound of something rolling to the ground. "Roar!!!" In an instant, an angry howl resounded through the forest. The sound waves caught the strong wind and caused the trees to sway. The mountain troll's one eye was occupied by bloodshot eyes, and it beat its chest like crazy! ! Riots broke out among the scum group without warning! It's a book! Book! It turned out that they had modified a camera obscura at the bottom of the carriage, and the space under the velvet cloth was filled with books! ! ! They had deceived the eyes of countless prosecutors along the way, and this ax finally exposed their flaw among the scumbags! "Run!" You have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor, not to mention that this is a taboo thing for them. They must know the outcome. At this time, the hearts of the master and the apprentice seemed to have stopped for a moment. Without thinking too much, they tightened the reins to the extreme, and with a flick of the car, they picked up a cloud of dust and mud and ran forward like a drift. "Bad thing! Bad thing! The book... Smashed...!!!" The Ling Troll jumped into a rage, flew towards the car, and smashed down with its boulder-like fists, smashing the back end of Gulide's car to pieces in an instant! A pile of books recording the supreme knowledge of the Kingdom of Phegos was smashed into the pit in the ground. The entire car tilted backwards severely, and his horse was almost suspended in the air. Gurid immediately drew out his saber and cut the rope at the connection between the horse and the cart. In an instant, the cart separated from his mount, leaving the Ridge Troll to smash and step on the wreckage of the cart like crazy. "Holy Light! Remember, use Holy Light!" Gurid shouted to Dean with a red face. Seeing that several scumbags holding giant axes were about to approach them, Gurid gathered a bright light in his palm and swept towards them. The pure beam of light will burn out a transparent hole with a charred edge in the chest of the scumbag in front. Taking advantage of the moment when his body went limp and fell to the ground, Gulide hurriedly whipped the horse beneath him. The horse howled in pain and used all its strength to spread its hooves and run wildly. The Holy Light is the source of power most worshiped by the citizens and scholars of Figos. The praise of the Holy Light can be seen everywhere in various legends, sculptures and the Council of Mages in the Kingdom of Phygos. Especially scholars, they are accustomed to wearing pure white robes as scholar clothing, which also proves their loyalty to the energy of the Holy Light. Everyone will practice Holy Light Magic as a means of self-defense and offense. Dean also hurriedly activated the holy light to converge in the palm of his hand, and the beam of light shot out, blinding the eyes of the few students who were running behind and falling to the ground. But I never thought that a few more scumbags would immediately swoop up and grab hold of the car behind Dean! Gurid did not have the baggage of the carriage, and his horse was already several meters ahead of Dean. Seeing this, Dean continued to attack with one hand, while the other hand focused a beam of light to burn off the rope and escape from the lagging car. "No, no! Don't do something stupid!!" Gulide turned around and shouted: "We only have this last bet, Dean. It's all on this last car! I beg you, just this time, protect it..." At the end, his tone turned into a trembling almost pleading. Dean's heart sank suddenly. Even if the power of the Holy Light is activated to continuously burn and sweep, the wolves behind are constantly rushing forward. Looking back for a moment, cold sweat soaked his palms. Several muscular archers drew their bows like the moon, with arrows on the strings. Being involved in such a wave of steel, if you have nothing to give up, how can you protect yourself? Instinctively, he immediately muttered words, activated his thoughts, and roared: "Depression shock!" In an instant, a string of complex symbols that seemed to explain a certain economic law flew out from behind him like silver snakes, and all pierced the shooter's heart. Gulide turned his head and looked back for a moment. Surprise and a hint of fear filled his face. "When did you learn it..." Almost at that moment, he started yelling at Dean: "Idiot! Traitor!! Who asked you to use knowledge spells without my instructions!! This will completely anger them, and they will tear you apart like a mad dog!!!" ...... Dean, you must remember that when you join my master, you can only study my magic. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. Dean understood that the teacher was so angry not because he used more powerful [Learning Spells] in times of crisis, but because he secretly studied the offensive knowledge spells strictly prohibited by the teacher in a corner that the teacher could not see. He hopes that Dean will always be his obedient follower and that docile sheep. No matter how cunning and unyielding the sheep is, he will always hold the chain and carry the butcher knife. But who is willing to be a lamb under someone else's roof for the rest of his life... "Okay, Dean. Everything is irreversible. In this case, before you come to the end, use your unique skills to blast those bastards into pieces! Quickly!" "... Dean?" "As you wish, teacher." The power of knowledge flowed in Dean's palm. The moment he decided to freeze in his heart, it turned into a torrent. The air seemed to be torn apart by invisible hands, and the power of knowledge began to condense with golden light. Gold coins were born out of thin air, blooming like stars in the sky, like a magician's grandest performance. As if they were given life, they merged into a huge golden torrent and surged away in an instant, magnifying infinitely in Gurid's horrified eyes. "Boom——" The sound of metal collision was heard endlessly, and Guride's horse whined and fell to the ground. Dean cut the rope at this moment, the car lost traction and center of gravity, rolled several times and fell to the side of the road. He turned his head, unaware of the heart-rending curses and howls behind him, and just whipped the mount beneath him desperately. If the teacher hadn't plotted against him even before his death, Dean might have shown the old fox his final mercy. When two wild horses are running away from the hunting wolves, the leading horse will try its best to kick the trailing horse, trying to knock it to the ground. When one becomes the meal of the wolves, the other can escape. The burden of begging Dean not to leave the car was fake, and Dean had already seen through the crocodile tears. It is true that Dean and the car become a common burden and can be abandoned at any time in order to protect themselves. The gold coins summoned by the spell just now can only exist for a maximum of ten minutes. Although he couldn't fool the teacher, in the past, with this ingenious trick, the teacher led Dean to tease his countless business enemies. Now, Dean has used it to build the most gorgeous tomb for his teacher. It doesn't matter whether the teacher is pierced through the chest with a spear or torn into pieces by an axe. At least he died surrounded by the love of his life - piles of gold coins. So let's just assume that his death was a happy one. As you wish, do it immediately. This is exactly what I have given you in full. Dear teacher. At this moment, there is a backlog of debt for several years. Finally, it was paid off. The long-term forbearance finally broke out at this moment. The feeling of guilt made Dean feel a little dazed, but he also felt an inexplicable pleasure growing. This day will come sooner or later, and Dean is not surprised at all. He had already thought of dozens of professed reasons for his teacher's death.          ， As long as he lives, as long as he lives, relying on everything he learned next to his teacher and his legacy, he can continue his teacher's glory and wealth. He even thought about it, no matter how poor he was, if he could return here a few years later to find his teacher's skull and sell it to his old rival... The teacher had made countless enemies in his life, and there was no telling how much he could get from those guys. As long as he can survive... The moment he broke free from the teacher's shackles, the vision of the future lingered in his mind like colorful bubbles. With such thoughts in his mind, his vision became dizzy in waves, and only the exit of the woods ahead could be seen. However, no matter how beautiful the bubble is, it will suddenly burst in an uncertain moment.         "" A sharp pain hit him hard, and Dean looked down at his chest. There is a scarlet datura flower blooming there. The stamen is the silver arrow that pierces the chest wall. The bright red of the petals surged uneasily and slid down the pure white robe. The ax blade flying at high speed rushed straight towards his back shoulder. As the last tendon broke, a bloody arm rolled down into the jungle on the roadside. "No, no!!!" When Dean's throat screamed hoarsely, the howling wind had already revealed the final announcement to him. The giant hammer made the king's rage tangible. The tendons were all broken under the impact of the huge force, and the sound of broken bones could be heard clearly. After all, this body was like a broken puppet, losing its last vestige of life. … The continuous drizzle finally arrived as expected. The grass beside the bluestone road was stepped on, opening up a path that extended all the way to a raised mound. Amidst the patter of rain, the scumbag king flew off his horse, lowered his head, and stared at the inscription on the mound, signaling his subordinates to offer the sacrifices. "Dear late king. Three years and three years later, I brought my brothers to see you." Two fresh skulls, the skin has been peeled off. One of them had clearly visible cracks. The guard knelt down on one knee and gently placed them on the pile of old skulls. Looking around, the pile of skulls circled the mound twice. "Today. The day you left us. My brothers and I gathered here again to offer you the heads of hypocritical fools as sacrifices. After so many years, under your watch, we have absorbed the Ridge Trolls as new brothers and established a powerful camp." He knelt down on one knee and carefully wiped the mud on the stone tablet. Facing the stone tablet, as if he were a close friend of his for many years, he chatted about the past. Talking about the past battles together, tears could be seen flickering in the eyes. "Pearl, after all these years, you are still old." The white horse chirped, lying next to the scumbag king, and he gently stroked its fur. "Your mount, Pearl, has been following us loyally since she was taken from the guard captain. According to the agreement, she will spend her last days in our stable. I will raise her child, Agate, and let him continue to fight with your legacy until the day I set foot in the Kingdom of Phegos." "We will never forget you, late king. One day, I will pile all their heads in front of you to comfort your soul in heaven." The dense forest in the rain is filled with thick fog, and there is a smell of wet earth.                Zanza Forest returns to silence. Under the howling wind, only the faint sound of wailing souls could be heard.

The exam is over! Continue to update next~

School starts at eight early 💀

Friday, which was supposed to be a novel, I have to write a big medical record💥

It's time to repay the debt (referring to the weekend when no medical records were written)

The latest updated episode (at two o'clock in the middle of the night)

Bad news, I sent in the comprehensive test, but my grades are not up to par with the few activities I participated in. I am very afraid of being assigned to an internship place. I pray that I will not be assigned to Nanning City, a place where regulated training interns have accidents one after another🙏🏻

Won the resurrection match~ See you again~ However, I will go to work for internship tomorrow, and the update speed is expected to be as slow as a tortoise🐢...

Only, there is no Kavin! There are a few chapters later that are related to surgery and anatomy, so you have to read the book first...

I will love you forever, forever and ever...

Sometimes it is a pleasure to write to the only audience.

I'm rushing to update 1w4 words before the final exam... I just did this during the March 3rd holiday...

I hope that in the new year, I can calm down from the heavy affairs and think about the complicated plot and world view setting. I hope I can write a good description of the battle. I hope I can create a more classic character. I hope that the next door Linghe Yimeng will not delay the update~ It will take a long time and a long time and I still look forward to accompanying you until the story is finished.