China's population base determines the huge number of players, so from this point of view, the Chinese gaming industry has never lacked geniuses. But why, in the end, there are only a few figures who can truly sit at the king's position.

The answer is actually very simple: opportunity! To put it simply - this is all fate!

Some people say that Wang Xiaofeng's previous poisonous thief successfully reached the top ten in the world, which was actually a big coincidence. Because in the world-renowned "Apocalypse" championship four years ago, Wang Xiaofeng, the number one thief in China who became a monk, was able to successfully enter the top ten because he did not meet the top nine players in the previous competition.

Of course, the requirements for this logical thinking are relatively strong. It is not a high IQ mind like Wang Xiaofeng who has full intelligence and can't be considered and understood at all. At that time, he met the French Knight player known as the world's number one tank in the top 16. The suppression of profession and equipment made him, the number one thief in Asia, defeated with hatred.

Perhaps this is due to fate. Wang Xiaofeng sometimes has a whimsical idea and wants to travel through the rainy season of the year when he was eighteen years old by learning the "pig feet" in online novels. Then he promised that he would definitely not enter the top 100 in the later championships.

Less gossip and get back to the point. This is just a random thought during the endless running mission. He will not put the theory of time travel and destiny into practice; and the reason for these ideas is entirely because a strange scroll lying quietly in the corner of his backpack.

[Fate Scroll]: (No Level Special Props, Consumables) Leave your future to the illusory fate, this will be the most unreliable decision you have made in your life! Young people, don’t open it easily, this is the most heartfelt advice of those who have experienced it.

As the first non-novice task after entering the game, when Wang Xiaofeng delivered the dirty letter to the old beggar, the old beggar announced with gratitude that a certain comrade had successfully opened a task chain - the old beggar handed over a stack of letters to Wang Xiaofeng, and asked Wang Xiaofeng to deliver it to the residents who had given him food and property.

Therefore, on the first day after taking office and becoming a glorious and sacred nurse, Wang Xiaofeng ran the letter delivery task from the afternoon to the evening. Until someone outside called Wang Xiaofeng for dinner, he watched the experience slot that increased by 65%, and stretched out with some unsatisfactory feelings.

Wang Xiaofeng has a clear understanding of the main buildings of Yufeng City and the distribution location of the approximate NPCs, and has an intuitive understanding of the grandeur and vastness of a third-level main city in the game world. It has to be mentioned that Wang Xiaofeng found the location of the warehouse, the location of the mailing package, and the location of the auction house-Stanley Duke Bank.

Steinley was a legendary businessman hundreds of years ago. With his hard-working hands, wise mind and extraordinary magic theory, he turned expensive magical vessels that were once exclusive to magicians into cheap goods and sent to the lives of ordinary people.

He made indelible contributions to the development of magic civilization, won himself a reputation that has been passed down for thousands of years, and left a commercial empire in every corner of the mainland for his descendants.

After running a few more errands, the experience trough was almost filled with 70%. In the half hour when the sky in Yufeng City was getting late, a deep declaration came from the depths of the sky.

After opening the level list, Wang Xiaofeng found that he was no longer lonely shadow, and a level ten archer ranked second.

Ding! The End Times Gongzhe wants to add you as a friend, do you agree?

Hum? Wang Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, smiled, chose to refuse, and changed the system settings to refuse to accept teamwork from strangers and friends invitations.

The newly-employed Doomsday Gongzhe wanted to add his friend just for two things: pulling him into the gang and challenging the declaration. Thinking about his current career, Wang Xiaofeng is not very interested in these two things.

A daddy ranks first, and I don’t know how many heroes have stimulated. In China, where there is never a shortage of leveling madman, he feels that his first place may not be retained tomorrow night.

As the end of the fifth day of entering the Apocalypse game, Wang Xiaofeng decided to go to the tavern at the intersection and have a drink, and then open the scroll of fate. After all, it was the first job transfer reward, and he felt that the system should not make any jokes for him.

The dim magic lights were paved on the stone steps at the door, and the half-closed fence door was pushed open, and the magic lights hung on the four walls were reflected in the eyes. Looking at the familiar sets in the movie, the few shopkeepers and the yawning waiters, Wang Xiaofeng suddenly felt that the tavern in front of him should only exist in the western United States in the 18th century.

"Welcome to the dear Apocalypse." The waiter dressed in a denim outfit bowed slightly to Wang Xiaofeng, as if he could see the fatigue in Wang Xiaofeng's eyes, which led Wang Xiaofeng to an inconspicuous corner.

Opening the wooden sign in front of me, my eyes naturally swept down the elves special wine that was as high as dozens of gold coins in front of me; finally, before the waiter couldn't help asking, I found a good wine worth one silver coin - Dwarf special wine bulk rum.

"Well, two cups of this, a stack of peanuts."

"Sir, since you are the first Apocalypse who visited the shop, we will give you the right to order songs for free once."

"Come on "Erquan Yingyue". " "Er...Okay, sir, please wait."

Looking at the waiter's back as he left, Wang Xiaofeng was really worried that he would call the strong men who were playing cards in the corner and throw him out directly from here.

The service in the tavern was quite fast, and the waiter and the chef were also quite dedicated. Two small glasses of liquor and a stack of peanuts were quickly placed in front of Wang Xiaofeng.

However, the song "Erquan Yingyue" caused trouble to the master of the system. Two minutes later, a sweaty waiter brought a classical beauty dressed in a cheongsam, who was holding a classical instrument called Erhu in his hand.

In this way, Comrade Xiaofeng sat in a dimly lit cowboy tavern, eating fried half-cooked peanuts, drinking Erguotou with no taste, and his ears echoed with the desolate grief of Erhu, and he fell into an unknown depressedness...

Alas, life is just like the first meeting.

The ancient scroll was lying in the corner of the backpack. Wang Xiaofeng, who was a little bored, took it carefully to refer to it. The scroll was sewn with the fur of unknown animals, and the words were carved with ancient and faded. The twists and turns of magic stripes seemed to form the shape of a magic circle, but he had not opened the scroll yet and did not know the function of this magic circle.

By the way, he didn't really believe in such illusory things as fate. But when he picked up the scroll, he could feel a pull in the dark; it was like a voice constantly instigating him, allowing him to bravely open up his destiny that belongs to or does not belong to him.

There should be more than one god on the Dawn Continent, or there really is a god who controls destiny. As for magicians alone, each elemental mage should have corresponding gods, which are the objects they need to pray for when releasing high-level magic.

Looking at the words in the introduction, it was a bit tempting and open, so it was calm and Wang Xiaofeng put the scroll on the table and slowly unfolded it.

Puff! A dim halo flashed in front of him, spreading and spreading, and the world in his ears gradually became quiet. The situation of the divine horse? Wang Xiaofeng was shocked, turned his head and looked around, but found that he was the only one left in the huge tavern. The erhu was leaning quietly on the chair next to him, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch unconsciously.

Second, a broken scroll was opened to create a supernatural incident...

bite!

The player succeeds in using the Destiny Scroll with the wind, triggering a special plot mission.

Fortunately! Wang Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, it was a mission!

Looking at a book that appeared inexplicably in his hand, and then the cover of the book was directly stamped with a mosaic... Wang Xiaofeng was depressed, and the scroll of fate rewarded this? Rewards, if you give the frosted glass on it, you can vaguely see two big white insects... What's so good about this! After all, it's an otaku who has been influenced by action movies in a certain country for so many years, and it's not rare!

"Ha, little brother." A kind and old voice came into my ears, and there was a little love from the elders to the younger generation, which made people feel warm as if they were bathed in the spring breeze. Wang Xiaofeng stood up with a whine, and the album in his hand was guilty and wanted to receive his backpack.

Ding! Special props cannot be put into the backpack.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the snow-white and slender under the "mosaic". It was still the "special props" that could not be included in the backpack? Wang Xiaofeng had to express his deep and sincere contempt to the gods of the Apocalypse game system and the Dawn Continent.

An old man in a white robe came slowly outside the tavern door. His snow-white beard and kind smile made Wang Xiaofeng feel like he was caught reading a villain's book in class...

"Uncle! Ah, grandpa! Hello..." "Haha, don't be nervous," the old man walked very slowly, holding a worn wooden stick in his hand, "I'm not a good person."

Wang Xiaofeng laughed dryly, this old man is so humorous, I think I am a villain who is so bad in front of you.

"I saw that my little brother was so majestic and surprised. He must be the elite among the Apocalypse. I'm sorry, my brother watched the astrological signs at night last night and found that you and I were destined to come and meet here. Why, don't you let me sit down and have a few drinks?"

"Ah, sit down." He quickly pulled open the chair next to him and took a step back with a respectful look on his face. The old man sat down slowly with some difficulty. Wang Xiaofeng hurried forward to support him, but felt that the old man's arms were a little thin.

"Little brother," the old man looked a little embarrassed for some reason. With a finger, the album in Wang Xiaofeng's arms floated strangely on the table. Wang Xiaofeng laughed dryly, trying to explain something, but the old man refused. Hearing the old man smiled, "Look at the little brother, I'll tell a long story and speak out for nothing."

A fellow fellow… “Hey, if you have something to do, you can talk.”

"The scroll in your hand is really not to be hiding. In fact, I accidentally lost it a few days ago. I don't know if it can return to the original owner." The old man's face was not changed, he was not angry for a long time, and his qi cultivation skills were amazing. "You see, it's not easy for me to be old. Just take kindness to hand over this album to me. After all, this is my only support in my later years.

Wang Xiaofeng was silent, staring at the old man in front of him with dizziness, trying to say something, but his brain was unable to organize language normally. After biting the tip of his tongue, Wang Xiaofeng felt that his intelligence was still not enough, and it would not work if he did not add it!

"In this way, I'll exchange this with you, how about?"

Looking at a quaint scroll that suddenly appeared on the table, I looked at it with a fixed eye and couldn't help but feel soft under my feet and almost fell off the chair.

Scroll of the End of the World: Forbidden by the Source of Light.

"What? No? My little brother will give me a reaction. Is this OK? This is my most proud work!"

The wooden stick in the old man's hand was placed in front of Wang Xiaofeng. Looking at the lines and shapes that were not good-looking, he glanced at the name and Wang Xiaofeng's eyes turned dark and he felt dizzy.

Whisper Staff (second artifact, main component of the Holy Light Set)

"Can you do it?" The old man shook his eyes before Wang Xiaofeng. Wang Xiaofeng immediately hugged the scroll in his hand tightly in front of his chest, and asked the lion to exchange the forbidden artifact scroll and the second artifact staff to him at the same time. Unexpectedly, the old man waved to Wang Xiaofeng without waiting for him to speak, and the wooden staff in front of him turned into a handful of wood chips instantly...

Wang Xiaofeng's eyes widened, stood up and pointed at the old man and was about to curse, that was a magic weapon! A real magic weapon! You old man and my magic weapon!

"Child!" A smile appeared on the old man's face, and a wrinkled old hand touched Comrade Xiaofeng's tearful gaze.

Listen to the old man in that supreme compassionate tone, "I did not misread you, child, it is really rare to believe in the face of the temptation of strength and power. With your tenacious mind, you will definitely grow into the most powerful holy light sacrifice on the Dawn Continent."

Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but nodded, but when he thought it was a bit inappropriate to do so, he quickly shook his head and said, "I'm sorry for it."

"Humility, courtesy, fairness, justice, I see in you the doctrine that the goddess has been admonishing to the world. I remember you said before the statue that you are tired of fighting. But, child, this world is being attacked by darkness, and the demonic energy of the dark world is everywhere; all races on the continent still need you to pick up your weapons!"

"Keep it well. What you have in your arms is my experience of studying the power of the Holy Light throughout your life. Since the goddess handed it to you, she must have her intention. The sacrifice of light and the salvation of the Holy Light, please bring the expectations and blessings of me, the old man in the old age, to cherish the books in your hands, and contribute your strength to world peace!"

Wang Xiaofeng was immediately impressed and was able to connect an eighteen ** issue to world peace. The old man's level of charlatan is simply unlimited...

"Good luck, the Holy Light is with you!"

With a sound of puff, a yellow halo surged around Wang Xiaofeng. The old man who had no idea of ​​his identity, title, and even had no name, disappeared silently in front of Wang Xiaofeng.

After subconsciously looking around, the guests in the store still kept their original actions, and seemed not to notice any movement on Wang Xiaofeng's side.
Chapter completed!