"Hey! Little guy... Why do you think I am an enemy and a barbarian? I am obviously just like you, I look like a human being!"
Douglas Marver felt inexplicably unhappy about being classified as a barbarian warrior. Indeed, compared with the brats of the Knights of the Holy Fire, the equipment he wore looked as tattered as a beggar, but it wasn't like that. You can instantly determine the relationship between friend and foe just by looking at their outfits. The expression on the face of the burly and rough warrior was strange and twisted, and he felt like he was laughing or crying, but he didn't have the anger to take action. The opponent was just a third-level mid-level warrior, which did not ignite his fighting spirit. In fact, On the Internet, the only reason why this brave human boy is able to survive until now is that his weakness has caused no one to take him seriously and be willing to take action to deal with this fool who is seeking his own death.
"Stop! Despicable barbarian! The moment you spoke to me in such a tone, it was enough to convict you." The young swordsman obviously didn't care whether he misidentified Douglas's identity, but he needed to be killed. The only difference is that there are more opponents and one less.
He was a survivor of the previous ambush battle in Thousand Needles Canyon. Fortunately, the battleship he was on did not fall into Thousand Needles Canyon, but landed in the rain forest, relying on the lush plants to save his life. While blindly searching for companions in the rainforest, I accidentally saw four centaurs and three humans walking through the rainforest. Once these two people are rescued, they will inevitably have a major impact on his future, and will even be very helpful to the development of his family. After weighing the pros and cons, the young swordsman immediately decided to rescue them. In his eyes. There is no way he, an extremely powerful paladin, would lose to four or five humble demihumans. Even if he were to lose, he could at least run away with the precious high-level escape scroll on his body. Escape scrolls are expensive and rare, and are easily disturbed by external forces, making them generally useless in large battles. But it is a life-saving trump card in such small encounters.
Just when the young swordsman was talking nonsense and trying to create a glorious and heroic image in the hearts of the two "beautiful girls" behind him, a slender and delicate wrist suddenly rested on his shoulder. The young swordsman didn't need to look back to know that it was The short-haired beauty with delicate appearance and a bit of strange familiarity just thought she was scared. Just when he was about to offer a smile to comfort him, he only felt the pressure on his shoulders increase suddenly, as if a dragon was putting its front paws on his body. "I, I am the legitimate son of the distinguished Kroon family, you, you dare..."
With a crunching sound, Goron took his hand from the young swordsman's distorted cervical spine and said lightly: "I'm sorry. Your reason is not sufficient."
The aristocratic girl on the side was shaking violently, even though she had known that this reckless fool would not be able to save herself. With her eyesight, she had already seen that the three female centaur warriors and the human warrior were all battlefield veterans who had experienced countless killings. Her rich experience and bloodthirsty murderousness can completely make up for the gap in equipment, which has left a deep impression on her in previous battles. What's more, there are at least four enemies in front of him. No matter how you think, this idiot has no chance of winning.
But after all, this was a chance for her to escape. It was impossible to say that she had no expectations at all, but she never expected that neither the centaur nor the human traitor who looked like a warrior would take action. Instead, they originally seemed to be non-combatants. Goron could actually suppress and kill a third-level warrior with just one move, as if he was just squeezing a mouse to death. And only two of his own sealing nodes were activated, and there was no fluctuation of fighting spirit in his body, which showed that he was not a warrior known for his strength.
A magician or a warrior casually crushed a third-level paladin to death? Is this a joke
At this time, Goron had searched the young swordsman's body, took off the most valuable weapons and accessories, and threw them to one of the centaur female warriors to put away. Finally, he took out an exquisite and luxurious sheepskin scroll from the corpse's arms. After reading it, I wiped off the magic mark on it and then tore it off and threw it away.
This is a directional teleportation magic scroll. Although the value of this scroll alone can match the total value of all the equipment on this young man's body, it is completely useless to Goron. This thing is not only bound to The user is also bound to a teleportation location. Once activated, the user will return to the previously bound place, whether it is a bedroom, a trap, or a prison. This is the reason why the teleportation scroll that has been bound to the user is not popular in the market, because except in the hands of the user, it is simply a piece of waste paper.
In the previous battle, a lot of this thing was indeed captured. Almost one out of every ten prisoners would possess it. I can only say... Are they really worthy of being the Knights of the Holy Fire
After cleaning up the trophies, Goron turned to face the young captive and said in a calm tone: "Miss Marilyn, I think I need to recheck your identity, right?"
"You... what did you say?" The expression on the girl's face was quite unnatural, but she still insisted: "I... I wasn't before... "
Goron interrupted her with a wave of his hand and said expressionlessly: "Since you choose to continue to pretend to be stupid, there is no need to go on. In fact, I am not particularly interested in your true identity. I can only guess a little. It's just a comparison." What you explained before is just a bit more special, and it doesn’t mean anything special to me.”
Marilyn's heart tightened. She glanced at the corpse on the ground. The fear in her heart stirred wildly. She quickly changed her words and said: "No, no... You, no, it's you. Please listen to me, I do." I am a direct descendant of the Remington family, but... But I also have the second-in-line inheritance rights to the family's hereditary title, so... So my family, after knowing my current situation, Maybe, maybe someone will be sent over... Come and check..."
Although her words were hesitant, Gron, who has rich story experience, has naturally figured out many relevant plots. For a noble, the ranking of the title inheritance is extremely important, especially for those who are ranked high and truly This is especially true for direct descendants who hope to inherit a hereditary title. The status gap between a powerful noble and an honorary noble may not be a big deal in the eyes of common people, but it has a completely different meaning in the eyes of a real world noble. How to suppress competitors and find opportunities to eliminate superiors are all processes that an outstanding noble will inevitably go through. It is also the default method of survival of the fittest in the aristocratic world.
This is a recurring plot point in the story, but as Gron says, it means nothing to him.
Stepping on the body of the young swordsman, the group continued to move forward. Miss Marilyn became even more silent and depressed, and the slight restlessness she had originally had completely disappeared. It was obvious that she had completely given up her plan to escape.
The night wind in the rainforest has a unique smell, mostly the salty and humid heat brought from the sea, mixed with the rich life breath of herbs. However, what caught Goron's attention was a sudden sweet fragrance. When it hit his nose, it immediately caused a violent excitement in his mind.
It smells like this again!
When Gronn first set foot on the Blood Blade Peak and the group of aliens suddenly appeared, Gronn felt a hostility that was very familiar and as sharp and dangerous as a bone-cutting blade. Although Gron paid a lot of attention after that, he never found it again. He even thought it was just his illusion for a while, but he didn't expect that after he left Blood Blade Peak, this feeling of life being constantly threatened reappeared again. And he was obviously targeting himself, and he couldn't hold himself back and was ready to take action at any time.
Goron remained calm, but he had secretly mobilized all his senses to investigate the surroundings, but found nothing. His brows furrowed slightly, so he finally decided to use his hidden trump card, the magical power "clairvoyance" from another world to check again. Tan, his pupils glowed with an orange light, and the whole world quickly began to fade... This time he finally got something, but it left Goron speechless. In his eyes, the person with another kind of In the black and white world shown in this way, there are shadowy figures all around, and there are actually three groups of people ambushing them.
The three groups were so powerful that even Douglas and the three Centaur Hundred Battle Elites did not notice their opponents in time after sneaking into hiding.
"We seem to be in trouble."
Before Goron could reveal his findings, Durandal beside him actually spoke first. The centaur girl held the spear in her hand, but her eyes were looking at Gron, as if waiting for his order.
With this little monster around, Goron didn't have to explain his magical vision. He stretched out his hand to signal Durandal not to do anything for the time being, and then nodded to others to confirm that he believed little Duran's warning.
The entire team stopped immediately, formed a circle back to back, and formed a simple defensive formation in an instant.
After realizing that his whereabouts were exposed, a group of men in black walked out of the dark night. They walked with a fearless and fearless pattern, like devout martyrs. After they stopped restraining their aura, they suddenly exuded an intimidating aura. The person leading them turned out to be a fourth-level high-ranking warlord, only a few steps away from the War King. One step away, and the weakest man in black is also above the third level.