"Lord Marsa, my soldiers have opened the door, but the inside has already been set ablaze. My skeletons hesitated in front of the filthy flames, and I need some time for them to get used to it. "
The necromancer lowered its head, and the green flames in its eye sockets flashed with a cunning light. However, it placed its withered arm in front of its chest to express its absolute obedience.
Madara had a strict hierarchy, and anyone who tried to overstep it would feel fear from the depths of their soul. Especially the necromancers behind the Black Codex, who were naturally good at manipulating and playing with the pain of the soul.
The necromancer's apprentice used his pale and slender fingers to lightly tap on his dark black silk robe. He stood on the hill and looked down at the village below. In the darkness, Bucce's bell was ringing, and the human society was in deep fear.
However, this was just the beginning of a nightmare. Not far away, rows of skeletons were disappearing into the darkness. On the side of the forest, there was a reserve team hidden. He ordered them to shoot arrows, and soon, the first wave would be released.
The next wave would be arrows with fire.
Blue flames, cold soul flames.
The raging flames in the darkness would cause all living things to panic. He wanted to create a little panic so that the skeletons would attack.
"How much time?" The future necromancer's voice was cold and sharp.
"This," The necromancer lowered its head and estimated, "Eight minutes, no, at most five minutes."
"I don't have that time, but I can leave a team of people for you. Eleven skeletons, is that enough, Kabuka? "
"Plenty, my master."
The future necromancer smiled coldly, "Be careful, don't let the rats escape from the back door."
"Master, please be at ease. I have already arranged the back door according to master's orders."
"Then, I hope that when I return in triumph, I will receive good news, Kabuka." The necromancer's apprentice pointed forward and looked at his subordinates meaningfully, "Now, I will accept the surrender of this village and taste the eternal death of humans in fear. However, in the name of Martha, I hope that my decision to attack early will not bring any trouble to Sir Incirsta — "
"As you wish, my master." The necromancer lowered its head deeply.
…
Thick smoke billowed in the room, and from time to time, flames would lick out from under the smoke. The rising flames not only blocked the invasion of the undead, but also blocked the sight of humans.
The rising temperature had already scorched their backs, and the hot smoke made it hard for them to open their eyes. Their throats and noses were stinging, but Sophie's heart was still cold.
What should he do?
"What happened?"
"Give me the hammer." The young man finally stretched out his hand. He listened, and in addition to the flaying and burning of the flames, he faintly heard a unique sound echoing through the mountains — the sound of a bell.
Bucce's alarm.
"Martha above, I hope the village guards are smart enough." Sophie prayed silently in her heart. As for the militia, he didn't count on them. They were just hot-blooded young people. He only hoped that they could survive the night.
These people were Erouine's future seeds.
He immediately felt that he might have been overthinking things. Perhaps he wouldn't even be able to pass the next stage.
"Are there enemies outside?" Romaine blinked her eyes and handed the hammer over.
"It's hard to say, but it's better to be prepared." Sophie tried to think positively, but the better he thought, the worse the situation would be. He had to be prepared. He was a veteran warrior, and veteran warriors didn't rely on luck, but on caution.
"Brando."
"Yes?" He stopped opening the door.
"You seem a little different today."
Had he been exposed?
Sophie's heart tightened. But that's not right. Logically speaking, his personality was quite similar to Brando's, and he also inherited the latter's memories. How could he be exposed so quickly?
"What …?" He couldn't help but ask nervously.
"Yes, I can't really explain it. It's just a feeling." The future Romaine thought for a moment, and replied seriously: "You will protect me, right, Brando?"
"Is there a problem?"
"No, thank you."
"You don't have to treat me as a good person, Miss Roman."
"Eh?"
Sophie smiled faintly and didn't reply, but the tension in her heart had dissipated by quite a bit. He took a deep breath, tensed his body, and gently unlatched the door. Then he placed his hand on the cold doorknob.
It was about to open.
What kind of fate awaited him outside? A whole new world? Or a sudden death? God, you wouldn't play with me like this, right?
But trying to figure out Martha's intentions was a big taboo.
"Miss Roman, I'll count to three, and you'll rush out with me."
"Okay."
"Three …"
"Oh."
"Ouch."
"Sorry, I was too nervous, I should have counted …"
"It's okay, Brando …" Roman couldn't help but cover her face. She was blushing when she bumped into the young man's solid back, and her heart was thumping.
She wasn't such a shy person before.
But Sophie wasn't in the mood to understand the girl's thoughts. He was a little embarrassed to have made such a mistake. He remembered that he was supposed to be very calm. It was just a few small skeletons.
He gritted his teeth and opened the door. Before the smoke cleared, a shining sword had already pierced in.
There was an ambush.
Sophie's heart had never been so calm before. It was as if the thirty-one years of experience of being a warrior in the game had merged with his life in this world. The black rose emblem of Brumantar on the iron plate was so eye-catching in his eyes. Madara's sword drew a dazzling straight line.
Stiff. Sophie knew where the opponent's weakness was.
He also knew that he couldn't fight with his strength. He immediately pressed the Roman's back and dodged to the side. It was just a hair's breadth away, and the cold sword cut through his clothes.
After that, Sophie swung her hammer forward. After the smoke and dust parted, a skeleton's chest was revealed. With a crisp crack, three ribs were broken at the same time.
The skeleton couldn't withstand the force and staggered backward. The young man took the opportunity to rush out of the sea of fire.
He immediately looked around the battlefield. There were four skeleton soldiers. He couldn't help but gasp. If there were only one or two skeletons, he might have had the mood to curse. But at this moment, his heart was cold.
It seemed that God knew his nature very well.
He only had one thought left. The opponent really thought highly of him. He must have been dealt with as a scout.
That was also true. Sophie thought that his performance was not inferior to the average human scout. Because in such a small place, even if there were scouts, they would only be ordinary hunters.
But it seemed that it was not a good thing to stand out too much.
He felt Roman holding his hand tightly from behind. The girl's subconscious actions revealed her nervousness. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say.
He looked up. The dark forest was just below the hillside. But how could he cross the distance in the middle? He didn't have wings.
The mountain wind blew, and his wet forehead was cold.
The four skeleton soldiers had already surrounded him.
What should I do? Close my eyes and wait for death? Sophie could only subconsciously protect Romaine behind him. He couldn't help but think that it would be good if he was still a level 130 warrior. Dealing with these skeletons would be a piece of cake.
But there were no ifs in this world.
Reality was really detestable.
Wait, level? The young man suddenly realized that he seemed to have overlooked something. His heart couldn't help but tremble. Yes, the Ring of the Wind Empress! He clearly used the Ring of the Wind Empress to kill a lich and two skeletons. In addition to the skeleton that Brando killed before he died, he had six experience points!
In the game, a swordsman only needed five experience points to level up from level one to level two.
His only hope was that this place was not too different from the game. Six experience points, the omnipotent and omniscient Martha. As long as he had a new level, he would have a chance to escape.
Sophie knew that he didn't have much time. The four skeletons were already in front of him. He might only have a breath's time, four seconds, to live or die.
He used the fastest speed imaginable to cast a piece of dark green data on his retina — —
XP: 6 (Commoner level 1: —, Militia level 1, 0/3)
Thank God!
He knew what he needed. Although it was a waste to invest experience points in a militia class, he couldn't care less at this moment.
No matter how wasteful it was, it was still better than becoming a cold corpse, wasn't it?
"Militia, 6 experience points, quick, let me level up!" He tried his best to think in his heart. The four skeletons had already raised their swords. He felt Romaine hugging him tightly from behind.
"Brando, they're coming!"
But the data quickly changed.
XP: 0 (Commoner level 1: —, Militia level 2, 6/10)
A warm current flowed through Sophie's body. He knew that he could get 0.1 OZ of strength and 0.1 OZ of vitality from the militia class. But it didn't matter.
It was important to know that when a swordsman leveled up from level 1 to level 2, their strength and vitality would be increased by 0.2 OZ, not to mention their dexterity and perceptive sense. So compared to the militia class, he was useless.
But it didn't matter.
The important thing was that Sophie knew that when a character leveled up from level 1 to level 2, he would get three chances to choose his innate skill.
Yes, this was the first time.
It was also the fairest time.
This was the first time he would be reborn.
He waited anxiously, one second felt like ten thousand years. But finally, the insignia that represented his innate skill lit up on his status panel.
"Innate skill, Unyielding." Sophie's eyes lit up with a blazing flame. Four swords were on his body, but he only symbolically raised his masonry hammer, avoiding his head, heart, and other important parts.
Pu, pu, pu.
At least three swords stabbed into the young man's body at the same time. He only felt one thing — it was f * cking painful!
But Sophie knew that with his innate skill, he wouldn't faint from blood loss for at least five minutes, and he definitely wouldn't die from any physical attacks for at least half an hour.
Now he only had one chance, and that was to bring Roman away from here, and then use the remaining time to find a life potion.
He didn't know if there was such a thing in this world, but he could only believe that there was.
Because he had no other choice.
"Brando!" Roman was so scared that his voice changed.
"Hold on tight to me, Roman."
"I … …"
"Hold on tight to me!" The young man didn't have time to explain, he couldn't help but burst out in anger. Brando, who was covered in blood, looked like a real hero at this moment. The girl couldn't help but stare blankly at him.
"I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brando."
Sophie took a deep breath. He didn't know how many times he had done this, but he really needed to calm down first. Although taking a breath made him feel as if his wounds were being torn apart, he understood that the pain was just an illusion … …
The three skeletons pulled out their swords, they were stunned for a moment. Because in their eyes, this human was gradually losing the heat of life, and another kind of power was spreading out from his body.
The power of the soul.
The innate skill of Unyielding Will unearth the fire of the soul from within, it was similar to driving the undead away.
Therefore, the undead thought that Sophie was one of their kind, but there was a misunderstanding here. Because Sophie didn't think so. He clenched his teeth and swung his sledgehammer, sending the four skeletons flying.
This wasn't because the young man's strength suddenly increased, but because it was completely out of the opponent's expectations.
Sophie grabbed Roman's hand and took this opportunity to quickly rush out.
"Miss Roman." He said with difficulty while running.
"Yes, yes."
"Listen carefully … …" Sophie said while gasping for breath. The innate skill didn't overdraw his physical strength, he already felt that the scenery around him was somewhat blurred.
Only the whistling sound of the wind was left in his ears because he was running.
"Hmm?"
"If I faint, bring me to Bucce, be careful to avoid Madara … … Go to the Holy Temple in town, find … … Health Potions, do you understand?"
"I, I understand, Brando … … You won't die, right?"
"I don't know, cough cough … … Let's see what Master Martha arranges … …"
Sophie didn't know if Romaine really understood, but he only had the strength to say so much, the rest was just like what he said — — Let's leave it to fate.
He couldn't help but turn his head, in a blur, the fire on the hillside was soaring to the sky. He sighed and closed his eyes tiredly — — Was he really that otaku who was addicted to games?
Perhaps at this moment, the life of the past was really far away from him.
He really couldn't believe that there would be a day when he was so brave and decisive. Maybe even if he died like this, he would feel at ease.
"Because I'm no longer a useless person … …"
… …
(PS. Can today's results let me watch at midnight? Let's wait and see.
I hope that there will be fewer crappy book reviews in the book review section, and more meaningful book reviews like Marshal Shenglong's.)
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