Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 779 - 720

The Flying Sword had a mechanical texture unfamiliar to Elves, with a flat gemstone embedded in the Sword Grid shining a green light. From the tip of the rhombus gemstone, two electronic circuits climbed up the sword body side by side. The Flying Sword AE86 was not sharp, and rather than a blade meant to wound others, it resembled more of a pointed stick or a heavier version of a civilized staff.

"Hum." "Hum." Lyle casually swung the Flying Sword, producing the sound of air being sliced, though he didn’t exert any strength; it was the wind elements entwined around the Magic Sword itself that were cutting through the air.

A Magic Swordsman, a warrior who mastered both magic and swordsmanship with a Magic Sword. Identifying the properties of the blade, imbuing it with corresponding elemental powers, and unleashing force beyond that of ordinary weapons.

Initial skill, Magic Sword Resurrection, a passive skill, allows the blade to automatically transform into an elemental Magic Sword corresponding to its nature, binding with the Magic Swordsman.

Scrutinizing Qiankun held a Flying Sword like the one from Beechburg and pondered over the data column.

"The attribute of the Magic Sword is wind, which means there are other elemental Magic Swords. What’s special about the wind? And this equipment, a robe, why would a warrior class wear Cloth Armor?"

"Oh oh oh! Qiankun, look what I found!!"

Beechburg’s voice interrupted his thoughts, and Qiankun turned to see his friend standing still, his eyes wide open, a sharp confidence rising on his face. He raised his Flying Sword and faced a tree, shouting loudly.

"Swift!"

Beechburg suddenly burst forth at a speed too fast for the naked eye, and before Qiankun could react, all he caught was a general direction. With a thud, turning his head to look, he saw Beechburg kneeling in front of the tree, nursing his head, with the tip of the Flying Sword 86 implanted in the tree trunk, the entwined wind vanishing as the Magic Swordsman let go of the sword. He had rapidly moved ten meters and crashed into a tree.

Qiankun opened his own skill panel, which originally only had the initial skill Magic Sword Resurrection, but upon grasping the Flying Sword, his skill panel had changed.

Wind Swordsman, initial skill, Assault·Rend. Using wind to propel the Flying Sword to stab at the target, within a range of ten meters, causing damage equal to attack x0.6 + cooldown reduction x1.2 of wind elemental damage. Skill cooldown time: 0.8s.

Qiankun realized something, and let go of the sword he was holding. The Flying Sword didn’t fall with gravity but instead hovered in front of him, as if an invisible hand in the wind was holding the sword for him.

"Swift!"

The Flying Sword shot out, swift as lightning. At the mere thought, the launched Flying Sword quickly returned. Qiankun understood that what his friend did before was a misguided demonstration. A Magic Swordsman, no, a Wind Swordsman, was actually a ranged mage who launched Flying Swords. The sword was a projectile. Beechburg, by holding the Flying Sword, caused a skill bug, treating him and the Flying Sword as one entity, resulting in the collision with the tree.

Qiankun wanted to remind Beechburg, but the bustling wind made him close his mouth.

"Swift! Swift! Swift..." Beechburg’s silhouette flickered among the trees, his joyful laughter startling birds into flight, but those birds that had just taken off were no match for the speed of the sword and were quickly cut down by Beechburg, turning into falling items.

He found that the incorrect skill demonstration by Beechburg was more interesting and cooler than his own correct one.

Twenty seconds later, the two of them appeared at the edge of the forest.

Qiankun’s hair was filled with leaves and twigs, his newly donned robe now torn and tattered. The proper Flying Sword launching technique was already forgotten; real men should fly with the sword together!

On the side, Beechburg chuckled, teasing his companion.

"Qiankun, your Flying Sword skills are really terrible," he had good reason to say so. Beechburg was immaculate, a stark contrast to his friend, with his robe flowing elegantly and his Flying Sword in hand, he exuded an air of a master without even realizing it.

"I still need to get used to it." Qiankun felt a bit stifled, but mastering the Flying Sword was really difficult. The straight and direct path it took, the incredibly fast speed—it happened so fast that he hadn’t even reacted before his forehead had already collided with a tree trunk. He couldn’t help but envy his companion’s talent. He had even seen Beechburg draw a beautiful arc with the Flying Sword, overtaking on a bend.

"How do you manage to turn while flying?" he asked curiously.

Beechburg touched his head and with an obvious expression, said, "Just... if you see you’re going the wrong way, you correct it, right? The sword is in your hands, isn’t it? Just point it where you want to fly." Beechburg even performed a stationary spin on the spot.

The Flying Sword was not so easy to control. The high velocity endowed the Flying Sword with a massive amount of kinetic energy. Qiankun had tried it, and to control the direction of the Flying Sword mid-flight required a force nearly equivalent to arm-wrestling with an adult Elf. Qiankun knew he was incapable of that, and this guy, Beechburg... he almost forgot, he was a reserve member of the Eye of the Queen’s Guard.

To steer with the strong wrists of an archer, to capture the field of vision with the eagle-eyed talent of an archer—perhaps, the Elf Ranger was the best Windriding Swordsman. Qiankun had found his weakness; the physical strength of the Huan family was generally too poor.

"A profession that needs strength as the foundation is, indeed, the warrior."

After getting familiar with their skills, the two started monster hunting to level up. The result of their hunting made the two Magic Swordsmen extremely frustrated. The Assault Series had very short skill cooldowns and excellent mobility, but considering game balance, its damage was very low, with a 0.6 damage multiplier, coupled with negative growth based on base attributes—it was the first among all classes. As Lyle had said, a joyful profession could only bring joy.

The two regrouped, each with a touch of strangeness on their faces.

This started with a passing Berserker player. While the two Magic Swordsmen were entangled with monsters, a Berserker appeared within their view. The Berserker’s violence was already notorious. Thus, Beechburg happily called for the game’s darling child to help and sent out a team invitation. They didn’t know each other, and the Berserker player ignored them, turning instead to other roaming monsters.

Beechburg was already irritable due to the paltry damage, and when the Berserker ignored his plea for help, the pressure from his gradually decreasing health made "Silent Beechburg" daringly courageous. He redirected his Flying Sword towards a particular spot.

"Swift!"

In front of the Berserker, a Velociraptor he had his eyes on was suddenly hit by the inserted Flying Sword, its red name above its head quickly turning grey. Its hostility target also shifted to Beechburg.

In Dreamland, monsters follow a first-strike mechanism, meaning the experience and loot from a monster are only given to the player or party that lands the first hit.

What Beechburg did was basically kill stealing.

"Hey! You what the...!" the Berserker turned to rebuke, but was immediately confronted with the roar of a beast. The Velociraptor that Beechburg had newly lured, along with the one he was already fighting, both charged at the Berserker who was behind the Magic Swordsmen. Surprised by the situation, the Berserker hastily picked up his axe and was forced to fight. Finally, before his health bar depleted, he helped Beechburg take down two Velociraptors. It’s not that Beechburg didn’t help, but almost all the damage came from the Berserker.

After the battle concluded, the Berserker glared at Beechburg and walked away.

The two Magic Swordsmen discovered a new leveling path: Magic Swordsmen were very suited to forcing others to help fight monsters. First, Magic Swordsmen were quick to act; their Assault·Rend’s rapid attacks ensured they always landed the first strike. Second, they were very fast, allowing Magic Swordsmen to quickly escape the attack range of monsters, preserving themselves. Third, the Magic Swordsmen were incredibly quick, allowing them to rapidly escape the attack range of angry players to stay safe.

Monsters and players who can’t catch up with Magic Swordsmen gather together, and they sure aren’t gathering for a meal.

This plan was highly feasible, with the only restriction being the two players’ consciences.

Qiankun glances at his companion, "Where’s your Eye of the Queen’s assassination squad right now?"

Beechburg’s eyes lit up, as the limitations disappeared.