[The Tyrant of Behemoth] (5)

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Volume One: The Journey of Humanity
, Chapter Five: Report - Northshire Abbey
. Bigairu and the old man were still discussing Eastern Taoist cultivation methods. According to the old man, there were even techniques that could increase one's internal strength through sexual intercourse—truly amazing! Didn't that mean Eastern Taoists just lay in bed all day?
Suddenly, the wyvern spread its wings and circled three times in the sky, signaling to the ground that it needed to land. Soon, a blinding beam of light reflected from the ground, and the wyvern slowly adjusted its body and descended.
This was a valley adjacent to the front-line defense zone of the human kingdom, the Lehman Empire. The lush forest completely concealed everything, yet even Bigairu sensed something unusual about this place. Such a large forest was utterly silent; clearly, there were no birds.
This region is teeming with Behemoth sentinels, guarded by Butterfly (butterfly) race soldiers and Manyanra (pangolin) race advanceers. It's not only a sentinel ridge for observing the human army, but also the entrance to a top-secret tunnel. Led by
a sentinel, Bigairu trekked for nearly seven days, navigating through a maze of tunnels. The narrow, damp passageways were intricately interwoven, with new sentinels rotating every so often. Even the guards who had been protecting this area for decades probably didn't know where the tunnels they had been watching over led. Of course, it wasn't just a labyrinthine defense; you rarely saw Behemoth guards constantly pressed against the tunnel walls, listening for unusual sounds that might indicate an enemy attack. There were also countless reservoirs of water, poisonous gas, and yeast-infested spheres on the ground. Even Bigel, as the Behemoth Lord, couldn't use a torch in this pitch-black tunnel. The tunnel was filled with black swamp gas—colorless, odorless, and non-toxic, but capable of exploding at the slightest spark. Unsuspecting individuals wouldn't escape the explosion, but would be buried alive in sudden tunnel collapses, and would starve to death without guards to rescue or capture them.
Bigel dusted himself off, wanting to curse, but held back. Waiting at the tunnel entrance was a human man, completely shrouded in a black bodysuit. His upright posture exuded the aura of a powerful figure. Although he wasn't wearing a mask, the area beneath his head was pitch black, like a magical black hole absorbing all light. A human entrusted with such a confidential task must be highly valued. Bigel leaned in to greet him, only to hear an unusually hoarse voice, like the sound of a dull knife sawing. The human man pointed out things Bigel needed to be careful about while posing as a human, tossed him a package, and mysteriously vanished.
Bigel's new identity is that of the eldest son of a middle-class noble family in the Kingdom of Sofia. His name is "Swarzenegger-Felite." His mother, of low birth, was redeemed by his father from the Red Mansion, but she was always favored and took control of the family's finances after the Countess's death. Sw?senger wasn't originally the eldest son, but the Countess's son mysteriously died of illness. His mother, of humble origins, was constantly criticized within the family. Therefore, after her second son grew up, she sent Bigel to travel the continent. At the age of ten, he went to the North County Monastery to participate in "Warrior" training.
Warriors are a very peculiar but inevitable product of human society, a product of rapid population growth and the impact of a well-established feudal system. In human society, and even in the societies of all continental creatures that have developed to the level of human society, nobles of all ranks control the civil service and the military, leaving no foothold for commoners. For commoners who aspire to rise in society, there are typically only two paths: the first, as often depicted in chivalric romances, is joining the army, exchanging their blood and lives for merit, and becoming a general admired and followed. Of course, aside from young girls deeply influenced by chivalric romances, even a beggar on the street knows this is merely a myth. Even if you are truly a genius, luck doesn't always prevail on the ruthless battlefield. More importantly, those merits are allocated by nobles; to think that one can rise to general simply by achieving great feats is pure fantasy, because those who achieve great merit on the battlefield are always the noble young masters hiding in the military camps. Furthermore, humans can never match the orcs in terms of killing power. Have you ever seen an orc general in a human army? Although everyone knows that orcs join human troops as cannon fodder, these creatures are naturally strong and thick-skinned, and being slaves saves them even on compensation. However, humanity has long had a covenant strictly prohibiting orcs from serving as soldiers; "a good orc is a dead orc." But no one can bear to part with such cheap and valuable slaves, so orcs among humans aren't called orcs, but half-orcs.
Another way, in the eyes of ordinary people, is what's commonly known as "mercenaries"—taking on missions and doing them to earn a little gold. In reality, the scope of martial artists is far broader than mercenaries; there are also "wanderers," "intelligence and human traffickers," and "explorers," though the core is indeed similar to the form of mercenaries. They accept missions within the martial artist guild, and upon completion, receive gold and honor.
However, only martial artists living in the lower strata of society are called mercenaries, risking their lives for a small amount of gold. Most importantly, martial artists may include wanted criminals, exiles, or races not accepted by human society.
The martial artist community is filled with impoverished nobles, talented commoners, descendants of ancient families, those blessed by the gods, sorcerers, and descendants of powerful and rare races—they are the blade of the martial artist's sharp edge. How could a state regime that rules by violence possibly turn a blind eye to them? Moreover, the "Martial Artist Plunder License Incident" that originated in Sofia long ago served as a wake-up call for all nations on the continent. Therefore, the martial artist training academies, funded by the state, were established to win over and divide a group of martial artists who could serve the nation. Every three years, a nationwide free talent test is held to select exceptionally talented individuals from the common people, train them, and insert them like nails into the ranks of martial artists. Even among the top ten martial artist groups, there are active national intelligence organizations, some even directly intervening in management and control. Although the nations on the continent signed the "Martial Artist Association Regulations" after the "Martial Artist Plunder License Incident," explicitly stipulating that martial artists belong to all human nations on the continent and are not subordinate to any private forces, on the surface, only missions issued by the Human Alliance can be posted in the various martial artist associations on the continent. However, each nation still possesses its own martial artist forces, and each nation outwardly complies but inwardly defies the law, rendering it ineffective.
Northshire Abbey wasn't quite the best; the best training ground for martial artists was located in Stormwind, the capital of the Kingdom of Sofia, at SI:30. Graduates from there could lead the nation's secret organizations, with bright futures ahead. Northshire Abbey, situated at the foot of Stormwind and adjacent to the political center, naturally had ample funds and considerable strength, barely ranking second.
It had been quite a while since poor Schwarzenegger had been captured, so Bigairu had traveled tirelessly, finally arriving at this beautiful valley on the last day of registration.
This valley was surrounded by mountains, with only one road leading to Elwynn Forest, the only route to Stormwind. A shimmering stream flowed beside it, and fragrant wild grasses grew freely. Standing on this meadow was Northshire Abbey, built of white stone, its triangular base constructed from large, uncut, translucent white stones, its pointed triangular top piercing the sky—a typical architectural feature of the Kingdom of Sofia.
On the empty lawn in front of Northshire Abbey, Corporal Willie, the head of the Northshire Abbey Training Institute and deputy head of security at Northshire Abbey, was about to begin his first address.
"Welcome here. As you all know, once you leave here, you can proudly say you are a Great Warrior, belonging to the human kingdom of Sofia. However, I kindly remind you that the path of a Warrior is not smooth sailing. There is only the pain of bloodshed, corpses, and blades, and the grief of losing teammates. Although you possess talents that others can only dream of, there is no appreciation or mercy on the path of a Warrior. A seasoned mercenary can kill you all with ease. This is not a chivalrous novel. It's not too late to leave, my children. Anyone want to leave?" Corporal Vili was a middle-aged man with a gentle face, wearing the standard Sofia soldier's uniform—blue ocean armor.
"No," the boys' voices rang out in a noisy jumble.
"Very well, then I will explain some basic knowledge about the Warriors.
Warriors are divided into nine grades and seventy-two levels. Grade A is level 1-9, Grade B is level 10-19, Grade C is level 20-29, Grade D is level 30-39, Grade E is level 40-49, Grade F is level 50-59, Grade S is level 60-69, and Grade SS is what is commonly known as the Saint rank, which is a realm that ordinary people cannot reach. Grade SS is even the God rank. If that can still be called a person, it should be considered a god. Anyway, no one has ever reached this level. Perhaps it is just a self-imposed challenge for humanity. The professions of Warriors are Warrior, Priest, Mage, Thief, Hunter, Warlock, Paladin, and Shaman. Paladins and Shamans belong to the national institutions. Paladins are the guardian knights of the Church of Light, while Shamans are the priests of the Orc Empire. Of course, you now also belong to the national institutions. Please look at the blue ring on your left little finger. This is the symbol of belonging to the national Warriors." "Blue has always been the standard color of the Sofia Empire; even the drill instructors' standard uniforms are this color. The one-piece armor has blue hip guards, and the helmets with visors are adorned with blue feather headdresses. Especially when the soldiers assemble, the massive infantry legions transform into a blue sea, a truly magnificent sight. This is why Sofia is known as the Infantry Empire.
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