"Warning: Excessive blood loss, life is in danger —"
"Warning: Heart and lung function decline, life is in danger —"
When Sophie woke up, the high-frequency warning sound from the previous fierce battle was still echoing in his mind. The sound was like a file in his brain, giving him a splitting headache.
Yes, he remembered that he was in the game with his comrades from the "Divine Force" in the mountains of Orrgesh, resisting the undead army of Madara. The leaden sky was cold and the wind was howling. Countless dark creatures were pouring down from the dagger-like steep mountain peaks. There was no end to them, just like a black tide. There were tens of thousands of skeletons, as well as liches hidden in the sea of bones, as well as bone dragons and gloomy spirits circling in the sky …
They were surrounded by enemies from the front and back. They were doomed.
His first reaction was to curse in his mind. Those bastards from the Fire of the Thorny Flower. They were useless, but they still implicated their allies. How dare they let the enemy attack from the back? How dare they!
Then he checked his status. It was a pleasant surprise that he did not die. After all, Madara's army never left anyone alive. But he immediately frowned. His injury was a little too ridiculous. Not only was it a fatal wound to his heart, but he was also poisoned.
Wait, poisoned?
Didn't he already complete the quest for the perfect body? How could the body of the Argent Clan be corroded by these low-level dark creatures? BUG？ What the hell are the officials doing?
He did not have much time to question this point. The young man coughed weakly and sat up from the dusty ground. He realized that the Dark Corrosion was a small matter. He just needed to find a priest to dispel the Dark Corrosion. With his current condition, if he did not stop the bleeding quickly, he was afraid that he would die of weakness. Although he was not a top player, he was at least an experienced player. He could understand the situation with just a simple check.
Sophie groaned and pushed aside the skeleton that was lying on top of him. Only half of the skeleton was left. These Madara's low ranked soldiers were like air in his eyes, they did not exist. Come to think of it, it was already the 44th year of the second era, and Madara was still summoning these low ranked cannon fodder. Other than wasting Soul Energy, they were useless. As expected, the brains of Okato and the other necromancers had been completely corroded by the negative energy, and none of them were flexible.
He was still in the mood to complain, but then he realized that it was difficult for him to push the skeleton away. The punishment of being in a weakened state was not just for show. Normally, he could easily push a bone dragon away.
Sophie remembered when was the last time he was in a weakened state? It was almost a few months ago. The power of the Divine Force. This time, if it was not for the useless people of the Fire of the Thorny Flower, he would probably still be undying.
Thinking up to this point, the young man couldn't help but feel gloomy. The Templar Church's forces had suffered a crushing defeat. The forums would probably be bustling with activity at this time.
While he was thinking about these trivial things, he reached for his backpack, but it was empty. Sophie was stunned for a moment and then cursed.
"These Madara bandits!"
Although he was cursing, he still had to find a way to stop the bleeding. At this time, it would be best if there was a healing potion. If that did not work, bandages would be fine too. These things should not be lacking in the battlefield. Generally, no one would patronize the backpacks of the cannon fodder. There were many healing potions and bandages in the backpacks, especially bandages. Before the battle, he had seen a rookie carrying a backpack full of bandages.
What a joke. Did he think that he would not die if he carried a lot of bandages?
He subconsciously wanted to get up, but when he turned over, he was stunned. Wait, was this still the mountainous area of Orrgesh?
He should have seen such a scene: desolate grass, bare white rocks crisscrossing the steep hillside, corpses everywhere, ravens flying over the silent battlefield, and Grace's broken Great Bright Cross flag fluttering on the mountaintop. However, the scene in his imagination did not appear in front of the young man's eyes.
There was no howling north wind in the Orrgesh Mountainous Area. There was also no ghost-like silence in the shadows of the mountainous area. He could not even feel the bone-chilling cold that could freeze the air into a layer of dry powder.
All of this was like an illusion. When this illusion was shattered, he suddenly realized that he was lying on the floor of a quiet, dilapidated and old house. The floor was made of smooth wooden planks nailed together, and there was a pool of eye-catching scarlet blood on top of them ….
He could not help but be stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched his chest. But a sharp pain interrupted his movement. The young man screamed and clenched his teeth. The wound was his, and the blood was also his.
But where was this place? He was vaguely familiar with the style of the house. The main hall was on the first floor, and the corridor on the second floor led to various rooms. The guest room, kitchen, and storage were on the lower floor. Yes, this was the architectural style of the southern part of Erouine, and it was not a room that ordinary civilians could afford to live in. Although it was a little old, it could be determined that the original owner of this room must have had some status.
The southern part of Erouine. Sophie could not help but be absent-minded for a moment.
How long ago was that memory? The mountains of Usong, the sound of the bagpipes in the border town of Bucce. It was melodious like a dream from the past. But was that not Madara's territory now? In his memory, Erouine had been destroyed long ago. Yes, it was during the third War of the Black Rose.
"Why am I here?!"
"Wait …"
"Bucce … Bucce." Sophie repeated the name of the place.
Yes, he remembered.
His name was Brando, and he was born in Braggs. Half of Kadirego's blood flowed in his body. This half came from his mother, but he did not appear noble because of this noble blood. Because his father was just a civilian. Although his grandfather's generation had participated in the November War and received the Candlelight Medal, in the end, they were just a family of Knight in the past.
No!
Sophie's heart suddenly felt a burst of alarm, what kind of nonsense was this? No, no, he was Sophie, a citizen of the People's Republic of China.
But a voice in his head immediately told him so.
"You are Sophie, and also Brando."
Suddenly, a chill crawled up Sophie's spine. He held his breath and suddenly found that there seemed to be something more in his memory. It was the memory of the young man called Brando, like a tide rushing into his thoughts. Or it could be said that an uninvited guest had rashly barged in.
— — Sophie's breathing became hurried, and his pupils dilated. He immediately remembered that sword that made his heart palpitate, and that terrifying white skeleton.
He struggled to get rid of this terrible scene, but as his memories became more and more vivid, he became more and more exhausted. His brain throbbed in pain, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.
Ha, he suddenly remembered how he came here. It was indeed a great battle. The battle between the Church's Knight Nation, Grace, and Madara. He was attacked from the back and was in a desperate situation. He remembered that his character died at the hands of a necromancer.
After the brilliant green light of the disintegration ray, the world returned to darkness.
That was originally the game's setting. Death should have lasted for 12 hours, but who could explain it to him? Why would a normal death in the game lead him to this place?
This world — —
His mind was in a mess. If there was a word to describe his chaotic thoughts, it would be — — absurd.
Absurd!
He already understood what kind of absurd thing had happened to him. He had transmigrated!
His soul had transmigrated into this world, into the body of a deceased person called Brando!
No, it should be said that they had merged into one.
Sophie's hands tightly grasped the floor, and his knuckles were a little numb. He looked at his own hands. His hands were a little slender, and his skin was pale and sickly. Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but be shocked. He was a citizen of the People's Republic of China, a Han Chinese, and belonged to the Mongolian race. His skin should be a healthy light yellow, but even if his character in the game was adjusted, it shouldn't be like this.
His heart was pounding, and he was out of his wits. It could be said that he had all the memories of the original owner of this body in the short 19 years of his life. But from another perspective, he had no idea what he was going to face.
Perhaps from the soul, he could feel all the thoughts of the young man called Brando — —
Ideals, obsessions; what he loved, what he hated.
It was like after a rebirth, he had completed 19 years of mental journey. Everything of the other person was his everything, as if they were originally one. But when the two dreams intertwined together, it always made him feel a little overwhelmed.
"I am Sophie."
"But I am also Brando."
A sense of weakness gushed out from the deepest part of Sophie's heart, and instantly spread throughout his body. He finally let out a long sigh, and finally calmed down a little bit.
Forget it, since he was already here, he might as well make the best of it.
Sophie couldn't help but shake his head, and looked at his hands: "But with this little strength, he still has the nerve to call himself the best swordsman …" He thought of Brando, and couldn't help but laugh at himself, but unexpectedly felt a little relaxed. Well, since he left that world, he had nothing to worry about anyway.
But a flash of lightning cut through the darkness, and Sophie suddenly felt that this might be another chance given to him by the heavens. Once this thought was ignited, it spread uncontrollably in his heart.
Because he thought of another thing — —
It can't be wrong, Erouine. It was a country that had already fallen in the game, and in Brando's memory, the Year of Blossoms and Summer Leaves, that was the 375th year of the first era, and the history in the game had already been written: the 44th year of the second era! Like a person who suddenly discovered that he had become a prophet, a terrifying shudder swept through Sophie's body.
Yes.
Here, no one was more familiar with what was happening and what would happen in this world than him.
In his previous life, he had done nothing, hiding in the game to escape reality, and in this life, what should he do to be worthy of his second life?
Sophie couldn't help but be a little absent-minded.
This was the Year of Blossoms and Summer Leaves, the year when the first War of the Black Roses began. In this war, Erouine suffered a crushing defeat, but also embarked on the road to prosperity.
He just happened to be the one who experienced this war personally. He remembered that it was the first time he came into contact with the world of the game, and the first country he chose was Erouine. He was once a complete newbie, and it was precisely in this war that he grew up.
The beginning of the war was accompanied by the one-sided defeat of Erouine, and the situation gradually improved until the arrival of the Burgess Mountain Corps. Sophie's memory of this tragic war was very deep. He had followed the local garrison, but the survivors were less than one in ten.
He was just an ordinary person, whether it was in his previous life or this life. Brando's swordsmanship was nothing, and in the beginning of this war, Madara's surprise attack was a textbook classic, fast and ruthless, silent, and when the ancient kingdom reacted, the garrison in this area had already suffered a disaster.
It was on this day that Brando must have met the scouts of Madara's army. Sophie suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and only by surviving could he realize his ambitions.
He knew that he had to save himself, and first of all, he had to find tools to stop the bleeding. The young man struggled to stand up by grabbing the handrail on the side of the corridor. Then he saw the structure of the room clearly, and just as he imagined, Erouine's southern architectural style was so familiar to him, because he had spent the most unforgettable time here.
"Erouine, I'm back again —" Sophie couldn't help but whisper softly.
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