When Fang Lin opened his eyes, he found that he was in a dilapidated, low-rise house. The tattered board walls were leaking wind from all around, and the quilt covering him was made of rough and tough fabric, with many patches on it. When Lin's fingers touched its surface, the information stored in his mind immediately judged that this was a very low-quality linen. www,QUanbEn-xIAoShUo,cOm
Through the roof with thousands of holes, you can vaguely see that it is a dark night outside, with stars dotted there, and there is a cold freshness in the air. Next to several broken wine barrels and barrel staves that were randomly discarded in the house, there was a saddle with a wooden frame, and leaning against the door was a wheeled plow.
Fang Lin was not in a hurry to get up. After closing his eyes, he slowly connected all the things in his mind and sorted it out. The slightly musty smell of linen was fed back from his nasal cavity to his sensory center. He suddenly opened his eyes, unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing, and looked down.
On the heart, a mysterious and evil ghost head tattoo appeared. Compared with the tattoo on Wan Qiang's chest, Fang Lin noticed that the pattern of eyes on his chest was particularly obvious. The number 13776 is on the tattoo. Fang Lin's heart trembled. Isn't this number the number of Wan Qiang? In other words, once the coder dies, will his codename be used by someone else
This cruel reality gave Fang Lin a chill in his heart. His eyes suddenly fell on the thick and low wooden table next to him, where a roll of parchment was shining slightly.
"Task 1: Enter the world of the Knights of the Round Table, familiarize yourself with its rules, and kill seven masked slaves and two heavy swordsmen near the village of war in the first act, earning more than 300 points."
"Mission 2: Prevent Team No. 348 from killing Punishment Knight Skorn."
"Mission three, make at least 4 members of the 348th team die."
"Consequences of failure to complete mission: erasure."
Fang Lin took a deep breath. Not only did he have no fear, he also had a very abnormal and abnormal excitement in his heart. In such a bizarre encounter, the neuropathic pain that had been tormenting him for several years was finally cured without medicine!
After he read it, the parchment exploded into a ball of flame and was burned away, but Fang Lin could feel the content in it from the tattoo on his chest - the nightmare. You can refer to it at any time in the imprint, and you can also seek answers from it at any time to your questions.
Fang Lin thought about it carefully and felt that the most important thing at the moment was to confirm one thing, and said silently in his heart:
"Show the time when Team No. 348 entered the Knights of the Round Table."
In front of his eyes, a rapidly beating red number suddenly appeared, 72 hours. There are still seven minutes and thirty-one seconds left before entering the world of the Knights of the Round Table. And there is a series of menus below the numbers. Wherever Fang Lin's thoughts reach, they pop up immediately:
"Scene: Knights of the Round Table Act 1-1, Difficulty: Easy (Level D). Pain reduction is 70%, personal melee ability enhancement is 100%. (348 Squad personal ability enhancement is 10%). This scene is a peaceful scene: Killing characters from the nightmare space will not drop any items. Is the digital character information mode turned on?"
Fang Lin thought slowly for a while, summarized the information he got at this time, and summarized: First of all, he still has three days to get familiar with this completely unfamiliar world, and secondly, the third task of the task given on the scroll One is obviously the embodiment of this purpose.
Then he clicked the button for digital character information, and a column immediately jumped out:
"Information number 13776: Strength 3 (5), agility 4 (6), physical strength 4 (6), mental strength 13 (5). The average value in brackets is the average value of a thirty-year-old healthy adult man. Mental strength is less than 2 points After that, the character enters a coma, and if his physical strength is lower than 2 points, he cannot move. Strength determines the damage ability and load-bearing capacity, agility is the person's movement speed and reaction ability, and physical strength determines the resistance to abnormal conditions and the ability to withstand damage. , spiritual power is the embodiment of wisdom and willpower.”
Fang Lin compared it and found that except for his mental strength (i.e. wisdom, willpower) which was far higher than ordinary people, he had no advantage in the rest. In particular, the strength and agility related to fighting damage were much lower than the normal value. , but below the prompt, there is a row of bright red long grooves, which must be the blood groove that indicates how much damage he can withstand. The blood tank is the physical value multiplied by 10.
Time was precious, so he picked up a tattered dagger leaning against the bed, put on the old leather jacket hanging on the wall, and pushed the door open. However, he received a reminder: There are still two minutes and seventeen seconds left to enter the world of the Round Table Knights. .
He stood quietly and waited. When the time was up, as the door opened, a wave of heat suddenly surged out of Fang Lin's body, and it instantly surged through his body. He originally felt quite heavy in his hand. The dagger suddenly became lighter. He thought for a moment, called up his personal menu and found that strength, agility, and physical strength, the three attributes that determine melee combat, had become 6 points, 8 points, and 8 points. Sure enough, they had doubled.
Outside is a wide wilderness, and under the starlight, you can see that the farmers' cultivated land is not well cared for at all, the pastures are also covered with various shrubs, and there are almost no independent farms. There was a place with flashing lights on the road to the north. It should be a rather large town. Fang Lin fetched a basin of water from the stream nearby. While washing, he found that he had an extra bottle of spray on him. At the prompt of the nightmare mark, he sprayed some on his face and found that his appearance was quickly changed to that of a European. Fang Lin thought about it and walked towards the town.
The buildings in the town are often scattered on both sides of a street or surrounded by a green space - this architectural style may have been originally designed to protect the raised cattle from bandits and wolves.
The residents' bedrooms are shared with the livestock they raise - their houses have only one room in total, no chimneys, roofs made of untrimmed thatch, and walls made of mud-coated braid or wood. Fang Lin discovered from the ruts on the road that this small town was still a nearby trading center, but it was questionable how much trade was carried out in the town - but it was almost certainly very small. You should generally only trade some daily necessities, such as salt, fish and grains. But when accumulated, the wealth contained should be quite considerable.
-------This is also the direct reason why this beautiful town is about to be affected by the war of the evil Archduke Garibaldi.
Fang Lin walked into the shabby bar in the town and tentatively threw a silver coin on the bar. Then he ordered a glass of ale, and a big man next to him shouted loudly:
"Lauren, are you rich? Why don't you buy me a drink too?"
Fang Lin knew that his new identity was called Luo Lun. He looked at the big man. He had light yellow hair, a round head, big and lively eyes, and a thick and short neck. He had a big goatee and looked very sturdy. He smiled and said:
"Okay, Marcel."
Marcel cheered, knocking the people next to him staggering, ordered a large glass full of cider, swept back like the wind, patted Fang Lin on the shoulder and laughed:
"Lauren, you are really interesting."
He took a few sips and exhaled happily:
"Did something happen to you? You look sad?"
Fang Lin's heart moved, and he immediately sighed tentatively and said:
"I heard some very bad news. Our town is in big trouble. Do you know?"
Marcel took another sip of cider, slammed the solid oak table in front of him, and said loudly and arrogantly:
"Is there any trouble that Marcel's ax can't solve?"
"Maybe... yes." Fang Lin deliberately prolonged his voice and said calmly.
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In fact, Fang Lin had already analyzed it on the way to the town. There should be three forces in the world that he would face in the past few days: First, the forces under the command of the evil Grand Duke Garibaldi. In the future, when we invade this beautiful town, the second force is the three heroes in the plot, Lancelot (the one wearing blue clothes and holding a machete), Puccio (the axe) and Arthur (the uncle), as well as Team No. 348. The three forces are the residents of this invaded town, and I am obviously divided into this camp.
Judging from the fact that the dead Wan Qiang was able to make a request here just by finding him, it should be quite unusual for him to directly see the nightmare mark on his body, and his The existence should be quite valuable here, so the difficulty of the first branch task after entering for the first time should not be very difficult. It should only be a process of basic understanding and familiarity with the way of survival here.
Therefore, in the process of killing seven masked slaves and two heavy swordsmen, and obtaining more than 300 points, one should be able to rely on external help. The last two tasks are very targeted - probably due to my excessive mental power. You know, it is much easier and more convenient to kill with your brain than with your strength.
After hearing Fang Lin's answer, Marseille stood up angrily:
"Are you insulting Marseille's strength?"
"No." Fang Lin said calmly: "Our town is about to be insulted by the army of the evil Grand Duke Garibaldi."
As soon as these words that were not spoken loudly came out, the noisy bar immediately fell silent. Marseille's huge, thick and downy arms trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of anger. It could be seen that Fang Lin's words , brought back some bad memories of his past.
Marcel gasped slightly, drank the cider in the cup in one gulp, and then slammed the cup on the table. He said in a choked voice:
"Where did you hear the news?"
Fang Lin stared at him and said:
"It doesn't matter where this news comes from. What's important is, do you dare to go with me to confirm its authenticity?"
Marseille was surprised and said:
"They're already here?"
"It's very possible." Fang Lin said solemnly: "But there shouldn't be many people here. They are still waiting for the arrival of the leader of the disciplinary knight Skorn."
When he heard the words "Punishing Knight", Marcel's facial muscles twitched again, and he shouted angrily:
"There is no definite information, and you, a guy with a criminal record, want to talk nonsense?"
Only then did chatter begin in the tavern, and an atmosphere of panic spread under the dim light of the tallow candle. Fang Lin frowned slightly, as if he noticed something very important. Facing the glaring Marcel, he was about to speak when he suddenly heard a young girl named Marina calling softly from the bar:
"Marce."
Marcel, who was as anxious as a volcano, immediately sat down dejectedly and slapped his thick elbow on the table! It seemed like even the rafters were shaking. Marina walked up to Fang Lin and said gently:
"Lauren, the evil Archduke's army is not a joke. Do you have any solid evidence? I will go to the city tomorrow to buy some goods. If your information is wrong, it is not too late to apologize to everyone."
Fang Lin nodded, having some understanding in his heart, and stopped talking. He smiled slightly and walked out with the old dagger in his hand. Time is precious, and since he has gotten the hint he wants, he should naturally proceed to the next step.
The air in medieval Europe was very fresh. Fang Lin experienced the pleasure of double attribute bonuses brought by this world. As he traveled along the way, he began to adapt to this new and powerful experience——just Just imagine, a person who could jump half a meter can suddenly jump to one meter easily. This experience is of course new and profound. For Fang Lin, who is good at calculations, it is important to know the basic data of his body clearly, such as how far he can jump with one step, and how much he can kill with one sword swing. These are the most important matters of life and death in a fight. It can be said that a slight difference can lead to a loss of a thousand miles.
It is actually not difficult to find the troops of the evil Archduke Garibaldi, especially at night. Usually, there should be a water source wherever the troops camp, which is convenient for cooking and can also act as a barrier. Secondly, there is fire, this chaos In the medieval era, the discipline at night was not so strict that he did not even dare to light a fire. In the end, it was the distance. Since he was assigned this task, he would not be exhausted from running around.
So quickly, following the only river near the town, Fang Lin first walked upstream for seven or eight kilometers, then went back and walked two kilometers downstream. He already saw the light of the fire and found a man who came to fetch water. masked servant.
He was wearing a light blue and green coat with lavender sleeves. His originally off-white trousers were stained and turned black, and the brown straw boots on his feet were sunk deeply into the soft mud by the river. Probably because of being a slave, this man's only protective equipment was an iron helmet that covered his face and a short sword hanging from his waist. He was struggling to scoop water from the river with a bucket.
Fang Lin took a deep breath and quietly touched the reed behind him - don't forget, although Fang Lin is just a young man, he still has another identity. A serial murderer wanted across the country in the real world!
When the masked slave had just filled the water and stood up, he was hit hard by a heavy blow on the back of his head. This direct hit with the sword hilt made him faint on the spot. Before breaking this guy's neck, Fang Lin had already taken off all his clothes and put them on himself.