Volume 6: Job Change Chapter 1: The Warrior's Job Change Mission (Part 1)
I have always felt that my life is made up of coincidences one after another. These coincidences seem to be cleverly pieced together by a mysterious hand, pointing me on the way forward at the most appropriate time, connecting my life into a smooth and complete long line. Sometimes, I even have such an inexplicable thought, as if my life is just a plot that has been arranged long ago, and is slowly moving towards its end according to a certain established procedure.
When these coincidences appear continuously and lead us into the track of life when faced with choices, it has a brand new name - fate! Yes, perhaps any subtle changes in our lives are subject to the power of fate. It is so light that you can't even notice it most of the time; at the same time, it is indestructible. No matter you obey or resist it, you will eventually have to follow its guidance to complete your life.
When I was level 35, I happened to come to Reed City. This is a commercial town in the northwest of the Kingdom of Dranmeya, the second largest port in the middle reaches of the Dawn River, with convenient transportation and abundant products.
You can totally say that this is a coincidence, and I just "happened" to arrive in this city at this time. If I upgraded faster or slower, I might be staying in some unknown corner at this time instead of walking on the streets of this magnificent city.
However, when I delivered the consignment package to Lieutenant Colonel Campbell, the garrison officer of Reed City, completing the last mission I had accepted, and then discovered that the strong, fully armed, burly woman standing next to him was the trainer of the warriors, I had to attribute this coincidence to fate.
I once said that I had determined my job change goal long before I reached level 35 - becoming a warrior. I searched every corner of Valen Fortress, but couldn't find a warrior trainer. Just when I arrived outside Reed City, killed the mud monster, and successfully reached level 35, I was still worried about when I could find a guide to become a warrior. I didn't expect her to appear so timely, as if the omnipotent Supreme God heard my request and sent her to me.
"Hey, kid, don't think you are strong. In my opinion, you are as fragile as a broken broom. I can break your neck with just my armpit. Get away from me unless you want to go further in your pursuit of strength!" When I approached, the sturdy warrior trainer looked at me with contempt and said rudely.
I have to admit that as a man, I felt a little embarrassed to be questioned by a woman about my strength, and I might have to accept her teachings on combat skills in the future, but I still rationally avoided a conflict with her. On the one hand, Lieutenant Colonel Campbell and his attendants were standing nearby, and I guessed that he would definitely not allow me to destroy the city's law and order in front of him just because I brought gifts from his friends; on the other hand, my fighting instinct made me instinctively afraid of the woman in front of me. Although she was just a woman, and we can say that she was not a bad-looking woman, but when I faced her, I seemed to be able to feel the dangerous aura emanating from her body - a warrior with such an aura was definitely not something a half-hearted warrior like me could deal with.
I secretly glanced at this female warrior trainer. Her shoulders were broad and thick. Although her arms were not very thick, the strong and elastic muscles still outlined many clear and strong lines on them, making people feel that these two arms could burst out deadly power at any time.
Her pectoral muscles bulged high, and even the armor on her body could not be completely retracted, so a large area of her round chest was exposed... Oh, of course, it seemed that those were not entirely pectoral muscles. Realizing this, I immediately and restrainedly shifted my gaze elsewhere - okay, okay, I frankly admit that when I shifted my gaze, I couldn't help but glare at that bronze, plump chest.
"I hope to be a warrior, ma'am," I replied solemnly.
"You must first prove your courage and will..." She looked at me with a provocative look, "...There is a village called Albert in the north. Now, a group of trolls have slaughtered the residents there and used it as their own camp. Sooner or later, we will make them pay the price in blood, but before that, Jeffrits Kidd, you have to break into their camp, bring back their ugly tribal flag, and use your actions to undermine their morale. The moment you hand the flag to me, that's when you become a warrior!"
Trolls were once a native race living on the Farvi continent. I have heard many rumors about their origins. Some people say that in the distant history that we don't know, trolls and elves once had the same ancestors, and their long, pointed ears are evidence of this argument; and another theory claims that trolls and orcs are very close in blood, because they both have blue-green skin and two thick fangs on their lips.
But now, these big, hunchbacked, ugly, and brutal creatures have become unwelcome guests on the entire Farvi continent. They are synonymous with depravity, betrayal, viciousness, and profiteering, all because of the war two hundred years ago. In the war , the leader of the trolls, the sinister and treacherous evil warlock, "Hand of the Void" Mlak, led his people to join the King of the Last Days, and became his accomplices in trampling and ravaging the residents of the continent. When "Guardian of the Sky" Dedotan summoned the magic of "Devouring Gate", most of the trolls and their masters disappeared along with the swallowed continent, but there are still some scattered troll tribes on the Farvi continent. They are the public enemy of the entire continent, and also the most cruel and despicable thieves and bandits on the continent. They kill pedestrians, rob villages, and even women and children are never spared.
I was very happy to have the opportunity to teach these bandits a lesson, and I gladly accepted the task. Following the guidance of the warrior trainer, I left Reed City and headed north. Not long after, the ruins of a village really appeared in front of me.
This must have been a quiet and leisurely mountain village. Several rows of simple and solid huts are located on the south side of a hill, bathed in warm sunshine. The huts are surrounded by a wheat field, and a path runs through it, leading directly to an orchard on the hillside not far away. There is a small barn and a small animal pen in the village, which should be the facilities shared by the few residents here. Although it is a small village that is extremely simple and plain, it is touching that there is a temple dedicated to the Supreme God Darmos. The temple is located on a high ground at the west end of the village. On the left side, close to the rocks next to it, and behind it, against the cliff, is a two-story stone house. The first floor is the throne of the Supreme God, and the second floor may be the residence of the only monk here. When you are there, you can easily imagine the following scene in your mind: every Sunday, the only twenty or so residents in this village gather in this small temple. They are familiar with each other. They are not only neighbors, but also friends. Perhaps many of them are related. Here they worship devoutly and listen to the monks explain the wisdom of God, and everyone has a calm and friendly smile on their face.
What a heartwarming scene this would be.
But now, those big green-skinned robbers have destroyed everything: the roofs of many houses have been burned off, many walls have collapsed in half, and all the doors and windows have been destroyed, leaving these warm little houses that were once able to shelter people from the wind and rain bare in the open air. The wheat fields have been burned to scorched earth, and the fruit trees in the orchard have been cut down and burned. Only the last few trees are left, standing in the garden with their skinny bodies, looking particularly desolate.
There was a big hole in the barn wall, and many bones that had been eaten clean were scattered in the cattle pen. There were still wisps of smoke coming out of many places in the village, and some walls were embedded with bloody knives, axes and arrows. In the ruins of this dilapidated mountain village, traces of a brutal massacre could be found everywhere.
I suppressed my anger and hid behind a burnt tree beside the path, carefully observing the situation in the ruins of the village: the village was attacked by a troll tribe called "Dirty Axe". There were about thirty Dirty Axe trolls scattered around the village. Most of them were warriors holding heavy one-handed axes, but there were also a few shamans in robes.
They placed their tribe's red fang flag in the largest building in the village, the temple of the Supreme God Darmos, right in the center of the altar where the statue of the Supreme God was originally placed. The original statue had been overturned by them. From my angle, I could see that the broken head of the statue had rolled to the wall. The face of the Supreme God Darmos, with half of his nose knocked off, was facing a rat hole in the corner of the wall. He no longer had the kindness and majesty of the past.
There are about fifty steps from my current hiding place to the temple. There are four dirty axe troll sentries in this distance, each of which is composed of two "dirty axe beheaders" and one "dirty axe necromancer". In addition, there are four trolls divided into two groups of mobile sentinels, patrolling the village. They are all level 32 or 33 fighters. If it is a one-on-one fight, I have enough confidence to subdue them, but if they rush at me, I am afraid I will only be cut into pieces by the swords.
I wisely did not act rashly, but lay there and watched their actions. Slowly, I found my opportunity: those fixed troll sentries were arranged loosely, and did not completely block the road to the village. As long as I could keep a sufficient distance and use the cover of rocks and trees, I could sneak into the village safely. After bypassing the temple, the two groups of sentries would turn to the back of the house, make a circle along the temple wall, and then walk in the opposite direction. Although this period of time is not long, if I grasp the time difference well and act quickly, it is enough for me to enter the temple.
After repeated observations, I confirmed my inference and made up my mind to give it a try. Just as I was groping forward along the hillside, trying to bypass the first troll sentry post, I suddenly saw a sturdy figure flashing at the other end of the village.
