"Brando, Brando?"
Roman poked his arm, and Sophie was immersed in checking his own attributes. His strength was only 1 OZ. He could not help but curse the NPC for having no human rights. Even a skeleton had 1.5 OZ of strength.
All the numerical units on the attributes were OZ, which was the abbreviation of the ancient word Oauth. The strength of 1 OZ meant that one could lift around 50 kilograms, and the strength of a punch would not exceed 150 kilograms, which was about the strength of an adult man.
In the game, the basic attributes of the players were 2 OZ of strength, 2 OZ of agility, 2 OZ of vitality, 1.5 OZ of intelligence, willpower, and perceptive sense, which meant that they were about twice as strong as a normal person. Absolute strength, which was the so-called combat power, was about 5, which meant that it would not be a problem to deal with 5 normal people at the same time.
Brando was a militia that had undergone months of training, and the difference in attributes was still so huge. Although the players started with heroic attributes, it should not be so ridiculous, right?
He had always wanted to complain that the players started with heroic attributes, but in the end, their combat power was about the same as two skeletons. Who would have thought that from Brando's point of view, he would realize that the players in the past were really heroic with the protagonist's aura.
When he thought that he might not even be able to defeat a skeleton, he could not help but feel sad.
Sophie touched his arm, and the light green number playfully appeared in his vision. He realized that there were some differences between this world and the world he knew. In the game, the bandage should recover 1 HP per minute. Normally, a commoner's 6 HP would only take 6 minutes to recover, but it would take a few days in this world.
This was not a good sign.
Fortunately, the usage of skills were basically the same, and as long as he recalled the 'basic knowledge' he obtained from his identity as a civilian, he would be able to recall some common knowledge about this world. Recalling the 'military organization' he obtained from his identity as a militia, he would be able to recall Erouine's general knowledge about military organization.
Although there were some differences, the knowledge seemed to exist directly in his real memory. Like swordsmanship, he could clearly feel that it was a skill that gathered bit by bit in his every move after months of training. For example, the posture when attacking, where the center of gravity should be placed, what to pay attention to under your feet, where your sword is — where the enemy's sword is, feints, and what the intention of the attack is.
However, in the game, the system would only give you a few rough sword paths before you attacked. Then, it would help you adjust your attack during the attack. Here, you didn't need to know the why. You just needed to know the how.
Although some veteran players would have their own insights, they would still have to rely on the system's assistance. Hence, you wouldn't see many gaming nerds becoming experts in swordsmanship or fighting in real life.
There were some things that had no shortcuts.
Sophie couldn't help but clench her fists. The feeling of being in control of herself was amazing. Compared to the stiffness in the game, the memories she controlled here were more like a part of her. She could use them as she wished.
Of course, while he was thinking about this, he immediately turned around vigilantly when Roman poked him in the arm. His ears twitched slightly, and he could already hear the subtle sounds coming from outside the house.
"Brando, did you hear that?" Romaine went behind him and whispered.
Sophie nodded. There was a row of footsteps outside, and there were quite a few of them. He was shocked and immediately guessed that the vanguard of Madara's army had arrived. He gestured for Romaine to be quiet and immediately pulled Roman back.
Madara's vanguard came faster than expected. At this moment, the countryside of Elsen-Gran was still in a dream. No one would expect the coming disaster.
Except for himself.
Sophie could not help but frown because of the urgency of the situation. He brought Romaine into the room at the end of the south side and gently closed the door. The room was filled with dust, and the two of them could not help but cough. This was a guest room that had not been used for a long time, but he knew that it was safe to monitor everything that was happening outside the manor from the window.
Sophie walked to the window, gently swept away the dust, and lifted the curtain.
"Where did these things come from? Do you know where they came from?" She asked curiously as she pulled her hand back without a trace.
"This is the army of Madara. The war has broken out." He carefully glanced outside as he answered. Sure enough, it was Madara's vanguard. Sophie could not help but take a light breath. In the middle of the manor stood a black mass of skeleton soldiers. He counted three small groups, a total of forty-five skeletons. A dark red light jumped in the darkness. There were three liches controlling the low-level undead. They had the classic appearance of a skeleton wearing a long robe, holding a bone staff, and looking at the low-level Madara soldiers with flashing green phosphorescent eyes.
Brando's grandfather's old house was located on a hillside not far from Bucce, overlooking the village. It was more like a small manor near the village. There used to be five or six families, but they all moved away, leaving only Roman and her aunt.
The girl took a light breath in the darkness.
"Where's Aunt Jenny?"
"She went to a nearby town and will be back for a week."
Sophie could not help but look back at her. In the darkness, he could only see a pair of sparkling eyes, but they were flashing with an inexplicable excitement.
"Aren't you afraid?" He could not help but ask.
"I don't know," Romaine whispered. She looked up and said, "But my heart is pounding, as if it's very exciting."
Sophie was speechless. This young lady's way of thinking was indeed different from ordinary people. But some people were born to take risks. Perhaps Roman was such a person.
He pretended not to hear and looked back at the window. The liches had not swept their eyes in this direction, so Sophie could continue to observe without worry. There were shadows in the forest in the distance, and there should be a lot of enemies in that direction.
With a rough estimate, the size of Madara's vanguard was more than a hundred. This was not a small number. With such a large army, there must be a necromancer's apprentice secretly controlling them. In his opinion, this was simply bad news.
In the game, a necromancer's apprentice in Madara was equivalent to a level 10 player. Even if they were alone, seven or eight well-trained adult men (soldiers or militia) would not be their opponent. Not to mention, there were only two of them, and the Roman had an army under his command.
Sophie could not help but tap on the window sill with his finger.
It would take at least five minutes for Bucce's guards to arrive here, which meant that if they encountered an enemy, they would have to defend themselves for at least five minutes before reinforcements arrived.
This was under the condition that Bucce would discover that they were being attacked.
But how could he warn them?
He could not help but feel a little troubled. The best way was to set a fire. The bright fire and smoke would spread far in the dark, and the fire would be a clear warning to both humans and animals. But whether to set a fire, and how to set a fire, was still a problem.
"Brando? Will we die? "
"It's hard to say."
Silence fell in the dark room.
The darkness was deep and serene, and only the cold moonlight from the corner of the window shone in, creating a small silver path in the dark house.
Sophie pondered for a moment, and was about to close the curtains and calm down to think of a way to escape. But at this moment, a conversation came from outside.
"Where is that pitiful worm's corpse, bring him out for me to see. Didn't the information say that there were only two women living in this manor?"
First, it was a young man's voice, but it was somewhat cold and sharp.
The voice that followed sounded dry and old, like the cracking of broken dead wood. "He's just an unlucky wretch, master."
This conversation made Sophie's heart tighten. He looked outside again, and quickly found the source of the two voices under the shadow of a large tree. There, a guy wearing a loose black robe was talking to his underling, the necromancer.
Sophie's gaze quickly fell on the other person's cuffs. He could vaguely see a circle of greyish white bone decorations, which proved that the other person was indeed a necromancer's apprentice.
He was not wrong.
"… Remember, I don't need your opinions. You just need to do as you're told." The necromancer under the black robe suddenly stopped talking and looked up at Sophie.
Sophie's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately closed the curtains. Oh no, he thought that he was a veteran warrior over level 130, and had completely forgotten that the necromancer's perception and level of concealment were much higher than his.
This way, he would not be discovered immediately, but it would definitely arouse the necromancer's suspicion.
Sure enough, he immediately heard the necromancer say from outside, "Okay, hurry up and do it. I feel that there's a living person in the house. Be careful, these days I've been suspecting that the necromancer has discovered our plan — "
"Oh no, the necromancer will take action as soon as they notice that Brando's' corpse 'is missing." Sophie's mind raced. He immediately thought of the door behind the kitchen. But Elsen-Golan was a natural pasture, and there was no place to hide in the vicinity.
There was a small forest at the bottom of the hill, but there was also a slope of more than a hundred meters without any shelter. What should he do?
"Brando?" Romaine looked at him with a questioning gaze.
"Follow me." Sophie gritted his teeth, and decided to take it one step at a time.
He opened the door. Just then, he saw a necromancer and two skeleton soldiers entering the hall. The necromancer in a woven robe immediately noticed him and the Roman. The necromancer immediately raised the bone staff in its hand, but Sophie reacted faster than it. The young man did not hesitate to raise his right hand and pointed the ring on his index finger at the necromancer. "Oss!"
(Note: In the ancient language of Vaunze, wind.)
He could only pray that the ring was still useful.
Fortunately, Sophie immediately felt the ring warm up, and the air in front of him seemed to suddenly expand, and then there was a loud crash.
As if a hurricane had swept through, the necromancer, the two skeleton soldiers beside it, and the door of the mansion shattered into pieces. Countless wood chips, stone fragments, and bone fragments expanded outwards in an instant, and then fluttered down like butterflies fluttering in the sky.
At the moment of the explosion, five golden light spots flew out from the necromancer's and skeleton soldiers' bodies, and quickly merged into Sophie's chest. All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and even the young man himself did not notice it.
But after the explosion, only a huge radioactive pattern was left on the ground.
Everything quieted down, and Sophie was so shocked that she didn't know what to do. In the game, the wind bomb caused 30 points of air damage, and it was more than enough to kill the necromancer and skeleton soldiers, but the effect was not that exaggerated, right?
There was a huge hole in the door of the old mansion, which was his grandfather's property. But Sophie did not think that it was over, and he immediately realized that he had to escape.
"Brando, you're a wizard!" The Roman shouted in surprise.
"No, I'll explain to you later." He took a deep breath, pulled the other person and rushed downstairs. The kitchen was on the first floor, and he had to reach there before the other person could react.
"Wait, Brando, I can't keep up with you …!"
"Be careful, we're going downstairs!"
"Ah!"
The sudden explosion caused the skeletons outside to turn their heads, but they lacked intelligence, and only instinctively reacted to the sound. Thus, they stood there without moving, passively waiting for the necromancer's orders.
The necromancer's green phosphorescence suddenly jumped, and it immediately raised its bone staff, and a small flame flashed on the top of the staff.
"Don't use fire, you idiot!" The black-robed wizard who suddenly appeared pressed down on the necromancer's bone staff, and gritted his teeth as he scolded. The previous explosion had probably attracted the attention of the people of Bucce, and if there was a fire now, it would only alert the people in the village.
He immediately turned his head and pointed towards the house, "Soldiers, catch those two guys!"
With a swoosh, the skeletons uniformly pulled out their long swords, and then rushed into the house.
Sophie had already rushed down the stairs at this time, and when he saw the skeletons outside and the countless red dots in the darkness, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle. But he was not a level 100 veteran warrior, and the ring in his hand was in a state of charging, so he could only brace himself.
Once he was surrounded by these skeletons, he would probably be chopped into minced meat …
"Misfortune never comes alone." Sophie couldn't help but feel a wave of helplessness.
The pain in his chest was terrible, but he still rushed to the kitchen before the skeletons. The young man immediately closed the door, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a few sharp swords pierced through the door.
Fortunately, he retracted his hand quickly, or else he would have been nailed to the door.
"That was close!" Sophie's heart thumped, and he looked around. The other side of the kitchen was the exit, but he knew that he couldn't just leave like that. He had to think of a way to warn the people of Bucce, and only then could he save his life.
Also, the fire could block the low-level undead.
"Brando?" The merchant girl bent over to catch her breath, and she couldn't help but raise her head to look at Brando. She had never seen such a decisive and brave side of him, and couldn't help but be surprised.
"Miss Roman, please guard the door." Sophie was not in the mood to explain anything at this time, and he had to seize every minute and second.
'Crack, crack, crack —'
The skeletons on the other side began to attack the wooden door of the kitchen. This door was not originally prepared for defense, and soon there were a few holes in it.
"Me?" Roman blinked.
"Yes, give me some time."
"What are you doing?" The merchant girl asked curiously.
"I have to think of a way to warn the people in the village that this is Madara's undead army, and we have to warn the others." Sophie tried to calm himself down, and he answered while he rummaged around to look for the flint.
He remembered where he had put it.
"Okay, I'll do it." Roman immediately walked over and stood between Sophie and the door.
"Will it be okay?"
"Of course." The merchant girl waved the masonry hammer in her hand, and said matter-of-factly: "I'll do my best, I'll become a great merchant in the future!"
Sophie stopped, looked at her, and couldn't help but nod.
"You will, Miss Roman."
"Yes, Brando."
… …
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