Chapter 95

No hesitation, no hesitation, only a strong desire for power

After confirming that killing criminals can complete the task, Zhang Cheng completely incarnated as the messenger of death and mercilessly killed one prisoner after another. In just over an hour, the ground of the lowest cell was covered with dark red plasma.

Although most of the bodies had been dragged away, the pungent smell of blood could not be concealed.

Looking at the frightened expression on the guard's face waiting outside, I'm afraid he has classified Zhang Cheng into the category of metamorphosis and neuropathy.

After all, normal people don't spend more than 50 golden dragons idly running to the prison to kill prisoners, and they won't still maintain an extremely indifferent attitude after seeing so many deaths, as if they were killing not living people, but a group of livestock.

Of course, to some extent, his idea is not wrong at all.

Zhang Cheng subconsciously refuses to admit that these worlds really exist. Although he is not aware of this, he is incisively and vividly reflected in his attitude towards people, that is, he does not treat people as people.

It is estimated that in his eyes, all the experiences at present are just a thrilling game. All the remaining people except himself are NPCs. The meaning of existence is to provide themselves with tasks or experience values required for upgrading.

It was this strange psychological state that made him have no mental burden at all when he was killing, because he never regarded the dead guy as his kind.

"Hoo Hoo Hoo"

With a violent gasp, Zhang Cheng finally cut the last prisoner under the sword, recovered his strength against the wall, and looked down at the task on the sheepskin.

It says: Mission - swordsmanship, kill 5050 opponents, preliminarily master the basic mercenary swordsmanship, evaluate "opportunism", and randomly select a melee class template.

moment

A disc-shaped pattern printed with various marks suddenly appeared on the paper and began to rotate at a very fast speed.

You don't have to ask. Each mark represents a melee class in a certain world. He doesn't know what it represents.

Only ten seconds later, the disc slowly stopped, and the black pointer stayed on a shield pattern with a long sword.

Before Zhang Cheng could figure out what his profession was, a powerful and evil force emerged through parchment, transforming every inch of his muscles and bones.

In the blink of an eye, the originally slightly thin body grew strong muscles. At the same time, a lot of fighting skills and the knowledge of skillfully using all kinds of weapons and armor appeared in my mind.

When all this was done, a line of small characters quickly appeared on the parchment: "random selection is complete, and you have obtained the melee class template - Dark guard."

"Dark guard? Isn't this an advanced class in the game's winter free night?" Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned and whispered.

In short, the dark guard is the opposite of the basic class of paladin in the rules of dragon and dungeon.

If the latter is the embodiment of order, goodness and virtue, then the former is the defender of evil and tyranny. They not only have strong melee fighting skills, but also can exert many evil spell like abilities, such as breaking good chop, detecting goodness, summoning purgatory servants, waking the dead, dark blessing, demonized weapons, desperate aura, etc.

However, as the most junior dark guard, he can't use any of the above spell abilities for the time being. He just learned how to poison weapons.

However, compared with before obtaining the professional template, the melee ability has undoubtedly been greatly improved. At least now, in the face of Blanco, a veteran mercenary, he doesn't have to play those tricks.

Just as he dried the blood on his sword and was ready to leave, a line of small words suddenly appeared on the parchment: "mission - martial arts competition. Use everything he can to win the championship at the upcoming martial arts competition. After success, he will promote the dark guard class to level 2, and reward a set of exclusive armor and weapons. If he fails, he will permanently close the dark guard and upgrade later."

"Hum! Just what I want." Zhang Cheng sneered, took out a golden dragon and threw it to the jailer who had carried his body for a long time, and then left the gloomy and terrible dungeon without looking back

At the same time, "little finger" bertier berrisi was sitting in the room, playing with a seal ring symbolizing aristocracy in his hand. Without raising his head, he asked his men standing in front of him: "are you sure no one knows about this?"

"Yes, sir. This guy named Mason was forced by life to owe a lot of debt. Even if someone noticed anything, he would never doubt us. In addition, since the only relative died three years ago, no one should know him." the man with two moustaches whispered.

Berish nodded with satisfaction: "very good. You've done a good job. Now go down and have a good rest. I'll pay you later."

The man with two moustaches bent down and bowed: "thank you for your generosity. But before leaving, please allow me to take the liberty to ask, are you going to sell this hard won noble status?"

"No, strictly speaking, I didn't sell it, but made an investment," berisch explained with a smile.

"Investment? You mean..."

"Shh! Don't say it. I'm going to give Wallis a big surprise."

When saying this, the eyes of "little finger" were full of smiles, as if expecting something.

As an ambitious and schemer, he has always regarded the dead eunuch who secretly collects all kinds of information as a potential opponent and enemy. Now he suddenly finds that someone can pose a great threat to him. How can he not make good use of it.

"Hehe, I see. Goodbye."

Moustache smiled comprehensively, turned and left the room, picked up a prostitute and ran to the second floor. It wasn't long before he made a fierce snap.

Belixi touched his chin and said to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "then, dear Wallis, how would you react when you learned that there was a young man in King's landing who mastered magic power? It's really exciting..."

As soon as the voice fell, he quickly took out a piece of paper, brushed and wrote a line of small words on it, then stuffed it into the letter box together with the ring and handed it to the attendant squatting at the door.

Without saying a word, the latter ran to the roof and released a raven.

About ten minutes later, Zhang Cheng, who had just returned to his residence, got the letter box sent by the housekeeper and opened the sealed cover. He immediately saw the note saying: "my young friend, your name will be Mason Asplin from today. I will send someone to deliver the details later."