Chapter 76 - 73 Conditions for Repairing the Blood Eagle Flute
Chapter 76: Chapter 73 Conditions for Repairing the Blood Eagle Flute
Ranger Guild, the place where Elf players switch to the Hero profession, Ranger. Elves are naturally vengeful, and the Ranger profession maximized this trait through Hate Strike.
Ranger, each time you level up a Professional Skill, your troops gain +5% damage, +5% move speed, and a 10% additional damage to their nemesis.
The so-called nemesis occurs after an Elf Ranger has killed dozens to hundreds of the same type of creatures. They can use the compulsory sub-skill “Hate Memory” to designate that creature as a nemesis. Other sub-skills specifically target nemeses, like “Hostile Slash” with a 30% chance of a double hit, or “Frenzy Arrow Rain” which shoots all nemeses at once. Nemesis skills require the presence of Elf Clan units to be effective.
It is because of such brutal damage bonuses against their nemeses that Elves are one of the fastest leveling races early on. In the later stages, combined with skills like Luck Skill, Elf’s Fortune, and Precision Shot, their attacks can deal double or even triple damage, breaking limits ruthlessly. Under the leadership of a Ranger, Elf Army units had extremely high mobility, making them perfectly suited for quick attacks and guerrilla tactics, the most dreaded opponent for Demons.
However, the shortcomings of Elves are also evident, few troops! They simply can’t afford to lose units, as a single defeat can mean a significant setback. An expert may gracefully command the Elves, but beginners should maybe reconsider, as a single loss can be devastating. Similarly, because Elves have fewer troops, they particularly fear mid-to-late-game magical battles, hence the Level 5 Soldiers, the Unicorn’s special skill “Anti-Magic Barrier,” serves as an essential protective measure for the Elf Clan. This is also why the “Unicorn Girl” hero from the U.S. Supernova Team is a rare and expensive hero.
In summary, the Elf Clan excels at mobility and burst, unsuitable for large-scale frontal battles, which is why, despite their strength, they had to rely on humans. Humans, naturally, sacrifice thousands of civilian soldiers without hesitation for personal gain. Therefore, rather than the Elves relying on humans, it’s more accurate to say they use humans. The alliance between humans and Elves is largely based on this interest relationship, coexisting peacefully for centuries.
Now Da Fei, accompanied by two beautiful female heroes, entered the Ranger Guild with the Mayor’s party leading the way. The players at the guild’s entrance made way under the guard’s guidance. A group of Elf players turned their heads, murmuring among themselves.
Ha-ha, this is what prestige is, this is what standing is! Envious? Jealous? Resentful? You should be! My high-level approach is in a different league compared to you ordinary players grinding instances, slaying monsters, mining, and picking herbs. But this all hinges on the successful completion of this mission, I need to make it big! If not, I may still be a guest of honor in this city, but I certainly wouldn’t enjoy such treatment. Damn, if I can’t complete it, the huge debt of a billion would force me to delete my account! If I delete, these players would celebrate everywhere! Am I such a fool to sacrifice myself for everyone’s joy? No! By any means necessary, I have to win this time!
On the top floor of the guild, the party met the Ranger Guild’s president, Jilrien, a middle-aged Elf whose face was covered in camouflage paint. Upon entering, his sharp gaze made Da Fei’s hair stand on end.
The Mayor introduced them briefly, and after a polite exchange, Auseliman remarked, “I have urgent matters to attend to, take your time!”
Da Fei hurriedly laughed, “Take care, sir!”
Jilrien replied coolly, “Thank you for your efforts, sir, take care.”
The Mayor’s party left, leaving only Da Fei and the president in the room. The president’s expression darkened, and the previous amiable atmosphere vanished instantly.
Da Fei felt a pang of anxiety, as if he seemed displeased?
Although Jilrien’s age was not comparable to the elder from the Druid Guild, his status was undoubtedly high. The Mayor had to personally invite the elder with a formal card, whereas he himself was personally brought here by the Mayor. Meaning that whether willing or not, he had to handle the matter?
Sure enough, Jilrien’s gaze was frosty as he said with displeasure, “Usually, only young Warriors with distinguished battle achievements get a personal audience with me. But you, just by investing in some property, have gained such regard from the Mayor; even thinking you surpass all our national candidates is hard for me to believe.”
Hmph! This mission was a matter of survival for my account. Despite your disdain and dissatisfaction, the job still had to be done!
Da Fei smiled faintly, putting his arms around Catherine and the Little Nun beside him, “Perhaps my personal combat power isn’t the strongest, but my resources are certainly the most abundant. Right now, which young Warrior can match my formidable combat power? Which young hero has a ship as large as mine?”
Jilrien’s cold snort accompanied by an outstretched hand, “Bring it!”
Da Fei chuckled, handing over the flute, “Please do your utmost, sir.”
Receiving the Blood Eagle Flute, Jilrien coldly laughed, “This is our country’s national treasure. Restoring it poses no problem, but the guild has its rules, unbroken for centuries, and neither should you break them.”
Da Fei queried, surprised, “What rules?”
Jilrien scoffed, “Naturally, to complete missions, accumulate prestige and merit! Do you think you can receive such special services just for nothing?”
Crap! Deliberately making things hard for me? I’m playing at a high level and don’t need any mission or prestige!
Da Fei, astonished, asserted, “But just now the Mayor agreed!”
Jilrien retorted, “I met you only on account of the Mayor’s face, otherwise, do you think you are qualified to meet me?”
Damn it! I have not offended any players or NPCs, have I? Do we have a grudge?
Da Fei lamented, “I’m on the brink of departure, where’s the time to take on tasks and accumulate merit.”
Jilrien, caressing the Blood Eagle Flute, said coldly, “Guild rules cannot be broken. This national treasure must be officially gifted by our country’s royal family during a major ceremony to grant undisputed ownership to the recipient. I don’t know how you acquired it, but currently, you’re unworthy of it. Thus, there’s only one course of action!”
Da Fei exclaimed, puzzled, “Ah?”
Jilrien stated indifferently, “I can repair it, but after it’s fixed, it won’t belong to you. Without merit and prestige, gaining treasures like this is out of the question. For this mission, I can lend it to you; after the mission, success or failure, you must return it.”
Da Fei’s eyes widened in disbelief! Are you serious?
Jilrien continued, “Actually, you shouldn’t have high hopes for this treasure. It can indeed temporarily elevate your Master-level Reconnaissance Skill to God-level, but this God-level is fake. You still can’t learn the God-level sub-skills. The greatest use of this treasure is enlightenment.”
Da Fei asked, stunned, “Enlightenment?”
Jilrien nodded, “Yes, helping you open the door to truly comprehending God-level Skills. Since you’ve grasped Master-level Skills, you must appreciate the wonderful feeling at the moment of comprehension, whereas comprehending God-level Skills requires a sense that many spend their lives never finding. This treasure’s purpose is to position you temporarily at the God-level, allowing you to slowly find the feeling and comprehend. So, if you successfully comprehend a God-level Skill during this mission, this treasure becomes obsolete. How about it? I’m busy too, if you’re unwilling, please seek help elsewhere!”
With that, he tossed the Blood Eagle Flute back to Da Fei.
Damn! How do I have the time or connections to seek help elsewhere! Whether or not I grasp it, if my mission succeeds, a mere flute is worth nothing! It’ll just be a thank-you gift. If my mission fails, the account won’t even be worth keeping, who cares about a flute?
Da Fei handed the flute back to the president, stating earnestly, “I accept the president’s conditions, please do your utmost!”
(Asking for all sorts of votes!)