"Master Martha, my soldier opened the door, but it was already ignited inside. My skeleton hesitated in front of the dirty flames. I need some time for them to adjust."
The corpse witch crouched and buried his head deeply, the green flames in his eyes flashed with sly rays, but it put his dry arms on his chest to express absolute obedience—
Madara has a strict hierarchical system, so that anyone who tries to transcend will feel fear from the depths of the soul, especially the necromancers behind the Black Code are born to be good at manipulating and playing with the pain of the soul.
The apprentice necromancer lightly hit his dark black silk robe with his pale and slender fingers. He stood on the hill overlooking the village below—but in the darkness the Butcher bell rang, and the human society was sinking into deep depression. In fear.
But this nightmare just started. Not far away, the skeleton army was immersed in the darkness in rows, and there was a reserve team hidden in the woods on one side. He ordered them to release arrows, and they were about to be released soon. Wave.
The next wave will use arrows that are on fire.
The faint blue flame, the cold soul fire.
The raging fire in the dark will make all creatures panic. He wants to create a little panic so that the skeleton soldiers can attack.
"How long?" The voice of the future necromancer was a bit cold and sharp.
"This," the corpse witch lowered his head and estimated: "Eight minutes, no, five minutes at most."
"I don't have that time, but I can leave you with a detachment. Eleven skeleton soldiers, is that enough, Kabka?"
"Enough, my master."
The future necromancer sneered coldly: "Be careful not to let the mouse escape through the back door."
"Please rest assured, the master, I have already made the arrangement at the back door as the master ordered."
"Then, I hope I will get good news when I triumphantly, Kabka," the necromancer apprentice pointed forward, giving a meaningful look at his subordinates: "Now I am going to accept the surrender of this village and taste the human Enjoy eternal death in fear. But Martha is here, I hope my decision to attack in advance will not cause any trouble to Sir Instaron is—"
"As you wish, my master." The corpse witch lowered his head deeply.
…
The room has become densely smoked, and flames licked out from under the smoke from time to time. The rising flames not only blocked the invasion of the undead, but also blocked the sight of human beings.
The steadily increasing temperature has made the backs of the two of them hot. The hot smoke made them unable to open their eyes, and there was tingling in their throat and nose, but Sophie was still cold in her heart.
What should he do
"What's wrong?"
"Give me the hammer." The young man finally reached out his hand backwards. He listened attentively, except that the flames were peeling and burning, he faintly heard a unique sound echoing among the mountains-the sound of bells.
Butcher's wake-up call.
Martha is here, hoping that the guards in the village are smart enough, Sophie prayed silently in her heart. As for the militias, he didn't expect them. Those were just passionate young people. He only hoped that they could survive the night.
These people are the seeds of Eruin's future.
He immediately felt that he was thinking too much, maybe he couldn't even pass the next level, right
"Is there an enemy out there?" The merchant girl blinked and passed the hammer.
"It's hard to say, but be prepared." Sophie tried his best to think on the bright side, but the better he thought, the worse the situation would be, and he had to prepare more. He is a senior soldier, a senior soldier does not rely on luck, but on caution.
"Brando."
"En?" He stopped opening the door.
"You seem to be a little different today."
Did you wear it
Sophie's heart tightened. It's not right. It is reasonable to say that his personality is similar to Brando, and he inherited the memory of the latter. How could he be seen so quickly
"Why...?" He couldn't help asking nervously.
"Well, I can't say it, it's just a feeling." The future merchant lady thought for a while and replied seriously: "Will you protect me, Brando?"
"Is there any problem with this."
"No, thank you."
"You don't need to send me a good person card, Miss Roman-"
"Eh?"
Sophie smiled slightly without answering, but the tension in her heart disappeared a lot. He took a deep breath, tensed his body, gently opened the latch, and then put his hand on the cold doorknob.
It's about to open.
What kind of fate is waiting for him outside, a whole new world? Or a sudden death? God, you don't play me like this, do you
But trying to figure out what Master Martha means without authorization is a terrible taboo.
"Miss Roman, I count to three, so you rush out with me."
"OK."
"three… "
"Well."
"Ouch."
"Sorry, I'm so nervous, I should count..."
"It's okay, Brando..." Roman couldn't help covering his small face. He just hit the young man's solid back and made her blush, and his heart was pounding.
She was not such a shy person before.
But Sophie didn't have the mind to understand the girl's thoughts, and making such an oolong made him a little embarrassed. He remembered that he should be very calm, but it was just a few small bones.
He gritted his teeth, opened the door, and before the smoke cleared, a shiny long sword had already pierced in.
Sure enough, there was an ambush.
Sophie’s heart has never been so quiet, as if the thirty-one years of warrior experience in the game are now integrated with the life of this life. The black rose emblem of the Bromanto on the iron plate is so eye-catching in his eyes-Madara His sword draws a dazzling straight line.
Stiff, Sophie knows where the opponent’s weakness lies—
He also understood that his strength could not be used with it, and he immediately pressed Roman with his backhand to avoid it-it was only a thread away, and the cold sword only cut through his clothes.
Then Sophie swung forward with a hammer, and after the dust separated, a skeleton's chest was exposed, with a crackling sound, and three ribs snapped back together.
The bone frame couldn't bear to kick back, and the young man took the opportunity to rush out of the flames.
He immediately looked around the battlefield, four skeleton soldiers—he couldn't help but gasp, if there were only one or two bones, he might still have the intention to scold his mother, but at this moment there was only a cold in his heart.
It seems that God knows his temperament very well.
He had only one thought left: the other party really looked up to him, so he must be treated as a scout.
That's also true. Sophie thinks that her performance is no less than that of ordinary human scouts. Because in such a small place, scouts are just ordinary Orion.
It’s just that it’s not a good thing to be too prominent...
He felt Roman holding his hand tightly behind, and the girl's subconscious behavior revealed the tension in her heart. He wanted to say something to comfort him, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak.
Looking up, the dark forest in the distance is just below the hillside, but how can I cross the middle distance? He didn't put on his wings.
As soon as the mountain breeze blew, the soaking forehead became cold.
Four skeleton soldiers have surrounded them.
What to do, close your eyes and wait to die? Sophie can only subconsciously protect the merchant lady behind her, and can't help thinking that she should be the one hundred and thirty level fighter. Dealing with these bones is just a matter of one move...
But there is no if in this world.
The reality is really hateful—
Wait, level? The young man suddenly realized that he seemed to be ignoring something, and his heart could not help but shudder, yes, the ring after the wind! He had used the ring behind the wind to kill a corpse witch and two skeletons before, plus the bone frame that Brando killed before he died, six points of experience!
In the game, it takes only five points of experience for a swordsman to go from level one to level two, let alone the militia
The only hope is that this place must not be too different from the game—six points of experience, omniscient and omnipotent Master Martha—as long as there is a brand new level, he must have a chance to escape.
Sophie understands that she doesn't have much time, and the four bones are already in front of her. He may only have one breathing time, four seconds, life or death.
He cast a piece of dark green data on his retina as fast as he could imagine—
XP: 6 (civilian level 1: -, militia level 1, 0/3)
Thank goodness!
He knew what he needed. Although it was an obvious waste to invest his experience in a profession such as the militia, he couldn't care about so much at this moment.
No amount of waste is better than turning into a cold corpse, isn't it.
"Militia, 6 points of experience, hurry up, let me level up!" He tried his best to meditate in his heart. The four bones had already raised the sword in his hand, and he felt the businessman behind him hugged him tightly.
"Brando, they are here!"
However, the data quickly changed.
XP: 0 (civilian level 1: -, militia level 2, 6/10)
A warm current flows through Sophie’s limbs, and he understands that he can get a strength modifier of 0.1 energy level and a constitution modifier of 0.1 energy level from the militia career, but these are not important—
You must know that a swordsman can gain 0.2 energy level corrections in strength and physique from level one to level two, not to mention additional improvements in dexterity and perception, so compared to the militia, it is like a waste of wood.
But these are not important.
The important thing is that Sophie knows that when a character is promoted from level one to level two, he will get the only three opportunities to choose talent skills in his life.
Yes, this is the first time.
That is the fairest time.
Here will also bring him a new life.
He waited anxiously for a second to last for thousands of years, but finally the coat of arms that symbolized his personal talent gleamed on his attribute panel—
"Innate skills, unyielding." Sophie's eyes seemed to light up a fiery flame. With four long swords added to his body, he just raised the masonry hammer symbolically, avoiding important parts such as the beginning, heart, and belly.
Flop, flutter, flutter.
At least three swords were inserted into the young man's body at the same time, and he had only one feeling-it was so fucking painful!
However, Sophie knew that with the die-hard ability, she would not be unconscious due to blood loss for at least five minutes, and would definitely not die due to any physical blows within half an hour.
Now he has only one chance, and that is to take Roman to escape here, and then find the life potion in the remaining time.
He doesn't know if there is such a thing in this world, but he can only believe that there is.
Because he has no choice.
"Brando!" Romain's voice changed with fear.
"Hold on to me, Roman."
"I… "
"Hold on to me!" The young man had no time to explain, and couldn't help being angry for a while. Brando, covered in blood, was like a real hero at this moment, and the girl couldn't help being in a daze.
"I see, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Brando."
Sophie took a deep breath. He didn't know this was the first time he had done this, but he did need to calm down first. Although the inhalation made him feel the sharp pain of the wound as if it were torn, but he knew that the pain was just an illusion for him at this moment...
The three skeletons drew their swords, and they stayed for a while. Because in their eyes, this human being gradually lost the heat of life, and a kind of other power spread out from his body.
The power of the soul.
The unyielding talent digs out the fire of the soul inwardly, which is similar to driving the undead.
Therefore, the undead think that the Sufi at this moment is their kind, but there is a misunderstanding here. Because Sophie didn't think so, he gritted his teeth and swung a sledgehammer, knocking out all four bone frames.
This was not because the young man's strength suddenly increased, but simply because it was completely beyond the opponent's expectations.
Sophie grabbed Roman's hand and rushed out with this opportunity.
"Miss Roman," he said laboriously as he ran.
"In the."
"Listen well..." Sophie gasped, her die-hard ability didn't make people overstretched. He already felt that the surrounding scenery was a little blurry.
All that was left was the whirring sound that surrounded my ears because of the galloping.
"Yep?"
"If I'm in a coma, you take me to Buche and avoid Madara... Go to the sanctuary in town and find... Life Potion, do you understand?"
"I, I understand, Brando... You won't die, will you?"
"I don't know, ahem... Look at Master Martha's arrangement..."
Sophie doesn't know if the merchant lady really understands, but he only has the strength to say so much, and the rest is just as he said-it's up to fate.
He couldn't help turning his head back, and in a blur, the hillside was blazing into the sky. He sighed, and closed his eyes tiredly-is he really the otaku who is addicted to the game
Perhaps the past life is really far away from me at this moment.
I can't believe it, I had such a brave and decisive day, maybe even if I just died like this, I would feel at ease.
"Because I am no longer a waste..."