Casting spells

After all, a normal person would not spend more than 50 gold dragons to go to the prison to slaughter prisoners, let alone maintain an extremely indifferent attitude after seeing so many deaths, as if what he killed was not a living person , but a herd of livestock.

Of course, to some extent, he was right.

Subconsciously, Zhang Cheng always refuses to admit that these worlds really exist. Although he is not aware of this, it is vividly expressed in his attitude towards people, that is, he does not treat people as people.

It is estimated that in his eyes, all the current experiences are just a thrilling game, and everyone except himself is an NPC, and the meaning of existence is to provide him with tasks or upgrades. Experience.

It was this weird state of mind that made him feel no mental burden at all when he started killing, because he never regarded the dead guys as the same kind.

"Hu-hu-hu-"

Accompanied by severe panting, Zhang Cheng finally cut the last prisoner under the sword, leaned against the wall to recover his strength, and at the same time lowered his head to check the task on the sheepskin.

I saw it read: Task - swordsmanship, kill the opponent 50/50, initially master the basic mercenary swordsmanship, evaluate "opportunistic", randomly select a melee professional template.

moment!

A disc-shaped pattern filled with various marks suddenly appeared on the paper, and began to rotate at an extremely fast speed.

Needless to ask, he knew that each mark represented a melee class in a certain world. As for what it specifically represented, he himself was not too clear.

After only ten seconds, the disc slowly stopped, and the black pointer stayed on the pattern of a shield with a long sword stuck in it.

Before Zhang Cheng figured out what kind of profession this was, a powerful and evil force emerged through the parchment, transforming every inch of muscle and bone.

In the blink of an eye, the originally slightly thin body grew into strong muscles, and at the same time, a lot of fighting skills, as well as the knowledge of proficient use of various weapons and armors appeared in his mind.

When all this was completed, a line of small words soon appeared on the parchment: "The random selection is completed, and you have obtained the melee career template-Dark Guard."

"Dark Guardian? Isn't this an advanced class in the game Neverwinter Nights?" Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned and muttered.

Simply put, the Blackguard is the opposite of the basic class in the rules of Dungeons and Dragons - the Paladin.

If the latter is the embodiment of order, kindness and virtue, then the former is the defender of evil and tyranny. They not only have powerful melee combat skills, but also can cast many evil spell-like abilities, such as breaking good and slashing, detecting good , Summon Purgatory Servant, Awaken Undead, Dark Blessing, Demonized Weapon, Aura of Despair, etc.

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

But compared to before obtaining the professional template, his melee combat ability has undoubtedly been greatly improved. At least now, he doesn't have to use those little tricks when facing a veteran mercenary like Blanco who has experienced many battles.

Just as he was about to dry the blood on his long sword and prepare to leave, there was another line of small words out of thin air on the parchment: "Mission - Tournament. Use everything at your disposal to win the championship in the upcoming tournament, successfully Afterwards, upgrade the Dark Guard profession to level two, and at the same time reward a set of exclusive armor and weapons, and if you fail, you will permanently disable the Dark Guard for subsequent upgrades."

"Hmph! It's exactly what I want." Zhang Cheng sneered, took out a golden dragon and threw it to the jailer who had carried the corpse for him for a long time, and then left the eerie dungeon without looking back...

At the same time, "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish was sitting in the room, fiddling with a signet ring that symbolized his noble status, without raising his head, he asked the subordinates standing in front of him: "Are you sure about this?" No one knows about it?"

"Yes, my lord. This guy named Mason owed a large debt because of the pressure of life. Even if someone notices something, they will never suspect us. In addition, since the only relative has already He died of illness three years ago, so in theory, no one in King's Landing should know him." The man with the mustache replied in a low voice.

Baelish nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, you did a good job in this matter, now go down and have a good rest, I will pay you the reward later."

The man with the mustache bent down and bowed: "Thank you for your generosity. But before I leave, please allow me to ask, are you going to sell this hard-won noble status?"

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

"Investment? You mean..."

"Hush! Don't say it, I'm going to give Varys a big surprise."

When saying these words, "Littlefinger"'s eyes were full of smiles, as if expecting something.

As an ambitious and conspirator, he had always regarded the dead eunuch who secretly collected all kinds of information as a potential opponent and enemy. Now that he suddenly discovered that someone could pose a huge threat to him, how could he not make good use of it.

"Hehe, I understand, goodbye."

The mustache smiled knowingly, turned around and left the room, picked up a prostitute and ran to the second floor, and it didn't take long before there was a fierce crackling sound.

Baelish rubbed his chin and said to himself in a voice only he could hear: "Then dear Varys, how would you react when you learned that there is a young man with magical power in King's Landing? It's really shocking." People look forward to it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly took out a piece of paper, wrote a line of small characters on it, and 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 quickly 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, opened the sealed cover, and immediately saw a note saying: "My young friend, from today onwards your name will be It's called Mason Asprin, and I'll send you the details later."

Chapter 1 and One Plan

"Mason Asprin, aged 25, has black hair and black eyes, and has no relatives alive. His grandfather made military exploits as a hired knight, was promoted to a hereditary nobleman, and obtained a small fief. However, due to The management is not good, and this generation has already owed a huge debt, and had to sell the territory to pay off the debt, and only retained the title of nobility..."

After reading the information he just got, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but shook his head with a smile, secretly lamenting that this old man is really miserable.

As a nobleman, he was forced to sell his basic land due to debts. If there is no accident, after his death, his son or daughter will lose his title of nobleman and be reduced to working with commoner merchants.

The reason is simple. In the feudal system, the land determined the food output, the food output determined how many people could be fed, and the population determined how many full-time professional soldiers could be trained, which is the so-called war potential.

Anyone with a bit of a brain understands that a noble who has lost his territory is like a big tree that has lost its roots. Even if it looks luxuriant on the surface, it will slowly wither and die in a short time, and it is of no value to win over.

Since there is no value in wooing, there is naturally no need for marriage. If a man who cannot marry a woman of noble blood will give birth to a child recognized by the noble circle?

The answer is obviously no.

After casually lighting the materials and throwing them into the copper basin, Zhang Cheng quickly turned his attention to a pair of silver-white armor.

You don't need to ask, you know, this is the enchanted armor he specially prepared for the tournament, but due to the difference in energy systems between different worlds, there is no way to complete it.

Seeing that the tournament was about to start, he had no choice but to abandon the original design and change it to a semi-finished product that relied on himself to provide arcane energy.

Of course, metal and leather would seriously impede the flow of arcane energy, so when he put on the armor, he would temporarily lose the ability to cast spells.

Sometimes Zhang Cheng kept thinking about why the parchment allowed him to travel through different magical worlds, and what it was constantly implying.

After all, judging from the three worlds he has experienced so far, each world has its own unique power system. Although the knowledge of the other two worlds can serve as a reference, it cannot be used directly. It took a lot of research and practice to fit a small part of it together.

Perhaps the purpose of the parchment is to let him discover the commonality of all these incredible worlds through research and exploration, and then achieve some ulterior purpose.

As a person who is good at observation, Zhang Cheng feels that he seems to have grasped a key point, that is energy.

Whether it is arcane energy, shadow energy, natural energy, sacred energy, etc. that are ubiquitous in the world of Azeroth, or the mysterious energy whose name is not yet known on the magic version of the earth, they are the basis for supporting a large group of supernatural abilities. If these energies are lost, the power systems of these two worlds will collapse instantly.

However, the world where the story of A Song of Ice and Fire takes place seems to be slightly different from the previous two. Its mysterious energy does not exist all the time, but presents a specific periodicity.

According to the descriptions in books and TV shows, once the mysterious energy starts to return, whether it is extinct dragons or those who suddenly master magical powers, all will spring up like mushrooms after rain.

If Zhang Cheng can decipher the secret of the energy tide before it comes, he can instantly become the most powerful individual on the entire Westeros continent, and can easily determine the outcome of a war, even Daenerys Targaryen and her three dragons also had to stand aside.

After figuring this out, he immediately made a series of plans.

The first is to win the championship of the long spear competition in the martial arts tournament, and then use the generous bonuses to form a mercenary army of about 300 people, striving to become a blockbuster in the ensuing Battle of the Blackwater River, and take a ride with the Lannister family.

As for why it is Lannister, not Stark, not Baratheon, not Tyrell, and not Targaryen at the other end of the sea...