I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 15. You're So Stinky.

On the 14th day of the Fury Guards' deployment, it was drizzling.

Astan City was located at the southern end of the Kingdom of Rugao. The further south it was, the flatter the terrain would be and the more barren the land would be.

In theory, it should not be like this. This place was rich in water, grass, and fertile land. It should be a fertile land with a large population. It was also adjacent to Andaheim, at the border of the two countries. It was an important traffic route, so it could not be desolate in any case.

However, the fact was that this was a paradise for demons.

In the beginning, this place was a borderless buffer zone, a paradise for refugees and fugitives. After that, the mana concentration increased dramatically, and the desire that flowed freely here turned into a giant beast that devoured people, devouring all the surrounding towns in one fell swoop. As time passed, it became a desolate swamp and a dense forest.

This place was also known as the swamp of corpses, and only the Army from Andaheim and the United Holy Kingdom dared to pass through. Teams with less than a hundred people were bound to be attacked by the monsters hidden in the swamp.

Even so, there were very few troops that passed by that were not attacked. Hence, Orivande had ordered the 500 soldiers to stay alert and not get lost.

They had only encountered a few monsters along the way, but Char had accumulated a lot of experience.

There was an advantage to being in an army made up of NPCs. There was no lack of opponents to spar with. Moreover, in an army with an average level of 30, each person had five levels of sSwordsmanship.

The Dark Elf's passive Drow Swordsmanship and the Light Elf's Military Swordsmanship were the same in terms of experience gain. They were of the same origin, so Char had also raised Drow Swordsmanship to level 5. If it was activated in battle, it could increase 10 points of agility, 7.5 points of strength, and 5 points of vitality.

This was not a small improvement for him, who could use each attribute point to 120%.

Of course, there were also disadvantages to this kind of bloodless experience. For example, it could only be used on physical melee classes, and had no chance of being used on mages.

Although "Fantasy World" did not have any names for the experience points, they were still differentiated when they were used. A large number of actions could gain experience, but the efficiency was worlds apart. The efficiency of fighting was second only to causing trouble.

What did he mean by causing trouble? It was to complete the mission.

For example, Char had solved the problem of the witches in the novice village and obtained the magic bead from Evelyn. Thus, she had obtained enough experience points to leave the village.

In the swamp of corpses, there was a series of things that could be done. This was also the main reason why he gave up the stable MCV and followed the team.

At dusk, the team gradually drove into the depths of the dense forest of the corpse swamp. The endless number of mud pits and obstacles that were far more numerous than a year ago was getting slower and slower.

Orivande's brows furrowed.

The officer looked up at the sky. Although the rain had stopped, through the crisscrossing branches, the originally dimmed sky was darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye. He had to hold a torch, and the dark clouds of uneasiness shrouded his heart.

He patiently walked for a few hundred meters and finally saw the sentinel's friend that he had planted a year ago. He was relieved.

"Everyone, dismount and rest here for the night. We'll leave the swamp at full speed tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

The soldier's response was also filled with a sense of relief.

Evelyn tugged at Char's arm and pointed at the tree in front of them with her fingers hidden under the leather gloves.

Among a pile of rotten, yellowish-green plants, this orange tree that seemed to be burning with flames was particularly eye-catching. Its crown looked like a cluster of dandelions with their tips shrouded in fire.

"What's that?"

"Friend of the sentinels. You guys call that thing the Starlight Umbrella in Andaheim."

Char yawned and suddenly sniffed at her. Then, she waved her hand and looked at her with a complicated expression.

"My dear, you're so stinky."

The Dark Elf's murderous gaze shot out from the gap in her helmet. If this thing had any offensive power, Char would have been shot to death.

She could not be blamed for this. She did not have a chance to take a bath along the way. Occasionally, she wanted to sneak out and find a place with no one around. Orivande's gaze was like that of two wanted criminals. It wasn't good for her to make any small moves, so she endured it until today.

However, with the tacit understanding that the two of them had developed over time, the Dark Elf knew that since Char had said so, she must have other things to say.

"If you have something to say, say it!" The Elf said in an unfriendly tone.

Char gave an innocent smile, " I know there's a hot spring here.

Evelyn's ears perked up.

Hot spring...

What a beautiful thing!

The gurgling hot spring water was clear and clean, and the steam was lingering!

Every cell in her body seemed to be screaming for the hot spring.

The Dark Elf reached out and placed her hand on Char's waist.

Even though she did not move, Char instinctively felt a pain in his waist, and it was almost a conditioned reflex.

"Okay." Char took her hand and patted the back of her hand. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, wait for my arrangements."

When the sky was completely dark, a faint mist appeared in the swamp.

Orivande was patrolling the camp with a few of his personal guards, occasionally glancing at Char.

He had always been wary of Char because in his opinion, this guy's behavior was too strange.

His familiarity with the Military Swordsmanship alone was enough to make Orivande's eyes twitch for almost half a month. He had once thought that the man was the illegitimate child of a powerful man in the Fury Guards and a human.

How could a normal person be so familiar with the sword techniques of the Light Elves?

There was the mysterious aura he had.

Orivande was not good at judging people, but he could distinguish between those who were useless and those who were truly capable. Char was undoubtedly the latter, and his fearlessness was not an act. Otherwise, he would not have gotten himself into so much trouble.

What exactly was it?

What was the other party trying to do?

Also, he had a strange female companion who had never shown her face.

Orivande could sense the aura of his own kind from her, but it was not completely similar.

These mysterious qualities deeply attracted Orivande. He was extremely curious and could not help but be on guard.

What if the enemy was after the Fury Guards? Elves had always liked to keep things firmly in their own hands, but this time, they did not dare to act rashly.

Suddenly, Char seemed to have noticed his gaze and walked over.

"Sir."

"My lord." Shaya bowed slightly. "I'm here to resign."

"What?"

Orivande's gaze sharpened.

"At this time? At this place?"

"Yes, thank you for accompanying us all the way, but all good things must come to an end. We should leave. However, before I leave, I have something to tell you as a token of gratitude for taking care of me on the way."

The Elf retreated to the left and right, then raised his head.

"Char, do you think I'll agree to your request?"

Char shrugged. "Alright. If I say yes', you'll shut me up and say 'if you're still alive by the time the sun rises tomorrow, you can leave.' So, I could only answer 'not sure'. I wonder if you're satisfied with this answer?"

Orivande's expression froze for a few seconds. That was exactly what he was thinking.

He suddenly chuckled.

"If you were in the Fury Royal Court, you would definitely be an excellent jester."

"Not really, but definitely much better than those idiots in the palace."

The Officer probably felt comfortable hearing the sarcasm, so he laughed and said, "Then, speak, Mr. Jester. You only have one chance."

"Alright, then I'll say it."

Char lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear, "Tonight, you will die."

The hoarse cawing of the crows rang out in the forest, and it was blown away by the night wind.