1 Transmigration

A group of students, eager to get home, waits inside the closed school gates at the gate of a typical university. They will rush out as soon as the doors open. This is a common occurrence among all vocational high school students.

"Ginger cut, Saturday is coming up, and we're going to play League of Champions, how about it?"

At this point, a slightly overweight student in the crowd said something to a student with a similar build but slightly darker skin tone than him.

"All right, I'm in." That student, who went by the nickname Ginger Cut, opened his mouth and agreed.

"Champions League? Who does that any longer? It's such an old game, and it's also extremely boring; why don't you invite someone else to play with you?" Another student chimed in.

"Whatever. I want to relive what happened in the game." The ginger cut stated.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

The school bell rang unexpectedly at this time, and everyone rushed to the school; the guard looked at the group of high school students and gently sighed. Ah, the current job is high unripe, they only know to play and do not do proper work, and if they walk into society later, they will have enough of them suffer.

Ginger takes a brisk walk home, the school is not far from his house, a walk of more than ten minutes is sufficient, if you do the bus some waste, he still likes to go home on foot, according to his idea is to exercise the body, and can save one day both of the two bus fare back and forth, accumulate over a long period, the filling into the game can also be slightly shorten the gap,

"Ah. Now the legitimate game is who has more money and who has more cattle, and I really don't know who said - to play the game, do not charge money, and play you paralysis." Jiang paused while walking, thinking, "or go back to find a legend of blood private server to play, the original is too black, play cannot afford to play, anyway is to review the classics, why spend too much money?"

Ginger returned to his room after dinner to open the computer, with a cup of Coke on the side, the game has not yet downloaded completely, he has begun to grind fist wipe hands, eager to try.

There are many game posters on the wall of his room, such as League of Heroes, World of Warcraft, Fantasy Westward Journey... However, the most or Mir Legend, you can see that he is more enthusiastic about Mir Legend in many games, if you observe carefully, you can find that the Mir Legend posters are basically pictures of soldiers.

"Find something retro first."

Jiang cut opened the computer after landing a legend private server website, what he is looking for is a retro version, no abnormal equipment and explosive rate, is a version of play, the number is also good, so directly clicked the download icon.

But while he was drinking his Coke and downloading the game, a dialog popped up on his desk. "Thanks to the review of Mir Mir, you have the qualification to enter Marfa. Do you want to enter now?" There are three characters in this dialog, one of the men dressed in green leather covered with black cloak, stylish appearance, hand a big sword, another man was wearing a long white binding, painted with two taiji diagram above, hands holding a green light, the last man dressed in a dark brown robes and on his right hand and a ball around.

Jiang cut at a glance to see that the three figures are legends of blood in the warrior, priest and mage.

"I didn't expect to have to confirm a game download right now." He didn't think much about it, he used to point out the soldier's character, he used to play legend is a soldier, the weapon attached to the sword after the feeling of waving in his hands makes him unforgettable, especially those advanced skills, fire and sword and so on, but also let him to the soldier this close combat profession special.

But just as he clicked on the warrior figure, suddenly, it was dark.

When he opened his eyes again, he was shocked to see that he was not in the room, but in a forest full of weeds.

"What's the matter, what's the matter, ah..." Tried to pinch his arm, the pain made him feel a tight, pain? Not a dream?

"Fuck it, just go through?" Look around the lush grass and tall towering trees, ginger cut feel his life completely finished. "Where is this? Yi? What's that?" On the occasion of complaining, he suddenly found himself not far from a stone tablet.

"Welcome to the land of Maffa. Your warrior journey has begun."

The steles are written with such a few words, which makes the ginger cut heart a little relieved, after all, he finally know where is here, it seems that they are indeed through, but also through to his familiar Marfa continent.

In now through the novels and the flood of TV era, Jiang cut through for their own to come here and not much surprise. After all, long-term immersion in such a cultural era, their thoughts will inevitably be affected. Say again his study all along not zha of, the home also lets him job high graduate after go to the factory to do the work, good make money marry a daughter-in-law.

"I was going to go outside and rush after graduation, but I didn't expect to be here, but it's all right, so I graduated in advance and went to work in a factory? The devil is gone, day and night, day and night, and no weekend."

Self comfort, ginger cut lift spirit, walking toward the front.

It was early morning, the sun was just rising in the distance, and there were still drops of clear dew on the leaves. Such an environment if put in this world, can be used as a tourist resort, looking at such a beautiful scenery, smelling the fresh air in the forest, ginger cut heart thought.

"By the way, if this is the continent of Maffa, where is this forest? The forests around Beech? Or from Viper Valley? Or is it Zuma, Woma or something like that, I have to figure out where this is, or if I'm not careful, I might die?"

Him to swallow a mouthful of saliva, until now, even if knew that this was the method of the mainland, but this is not a safe place, in the game before natural not afraid, with his technology, just can make those monsters killed, even beat a returned smoke volume can be safely back to the city, but now nothing, nor what skills, Physical strength and strength and what are the same as their own through the same, now even a scarecrow at the lowest level of estimates that they also beat it?

Others through to the other world can get a very good identity or get very cattle props, this to their own, actually nothing, too outrageous.

Although he complained, he felt himself all over until he found that there were no props or weapons to hold his head down and laughed at himself.

Not that he didn't notice anything. He saw an extra number "1" on his wrist.

"Is this my level? Level 1? What about my wooden sword? Where is my cloth and my candle? Or maybe a gold bar. Where does that leave me?"

Whew...

Suddenly a sharp arrow shot past his face, causing a great gust of wind. It struck directly into the bark of the big tree behind him.

And when Jiang cut encountered danger, very far away from this forest, there is a boundless desert, at the end of the desert there is a very magnificent city, the walls continue to be stained with black and brown blood, but those blood are frozen, you can determine that these blood has been left above for a period of time. And right above the gate were written in large old letters... Shabak.

At this time, in a palace-like building in the middle of the city, an old man of nearly sixty was standing above the main hall. Besideshim, there was a young woman in a black tights. Her face was covered so that she could not see her features clearly, but from the concave and protrudes of her figure, it could be seen that she was absolutely a stunning beauty.

Moon, I have detected the presence of Lord Jihad in the city of Beech. The senior members of the guild are not allowed to leave Shabak, or they will allow other rival guilds to enter. You must find out when you go. "The old man told the woman in front of him, then sighed." It's been ten years since Lord Jihad disappeared. The other guilds are already suspicious.

"Grandfather, I will find out where Lord Jihad is." "Said the woman softly.

"Good, worthy of my peanut day granddaughter, without delay, you can prepare to start."

"Take care, Grandpa." The woman looked at her grandfather, a little reluctant to give up, but she knew the importance of the matter, bowed his head back to withdraw a few steps, slowly stretched out his hands, silently read a vague mantra in his mouth, after a few breath, even directly disappeared.

The old man looked at the place where the woman disappeared and nodded with a smile: "This wench, instantly move practice of more and more skilled ah."