About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

The time he can buy is really limited.

Just like snatching a toy from a child's hand, Mass casually grabbed the shield guard's shield and took the shield away from his hand with a slight tug.

Then he threw it towards the shooter as if he were throwing a Frisbee to a dog.

The shields and arrows collided in the air, and the energy contained in the arrows exploded, raising a thick cloud of smoke.

The archer subconsciously thought that the violent explosion should have stopped the shield, and immediately drew out his arrow and prepared for a second shot.

However, just as his hand touched the quiver, the high-speed rotating shield flew out of the smoke. Before he could react, the shield had already hit his abdomen.

Under the huge kinetic energy, the corners of the shield rotated like a heavy battle axe. In an instant, his intestines were pierced, and even his spine was shattered.

After that, even his whole body was sucked into the spiral of the shield, and flew far away with the shield, leaving behind broken bones and rotten flesh along the way.

31. After a whole show of pretense, this is the result?

With just one click, the scene is audible as if time has frozen.

The black-armored general standing on the sand dune raised his head slightly, and the hand holding the heavy sword unconsciously tightened a bit.

However, he still didn't take action.

The shield guard who suddenly lost his shield seemed to have a brain failure and stared at Mass in a daze for two seconds.

Miss looked at him, tilted her head slightly, and showed a gentle smile.

At that moment, the shield guard seemed to have finally come to his senses, or as if he had found some flaw, his muscles tightened, and he hammered Mass on the head with all his strength.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the sound of metal bursting, the hammer hit the side of Mass's face without any hindrance and exploded into pieces of metal.

The huge backlash immediately made the shield guard's arms numb and his body unbalanced, but it failed to leave even a scratch on Mass's face.

"The forehand is weak and the backhand is weak. Since the weapons are gone, you should leave," Mass said, and the end of the staff lightly hooked the shield guard's heel, knocking him to the ground.

The shield guard was about to roll up, but saw the end of the staff already in front of his face.

"Pfft".

The hard skull was as fragile as tofu at this moment, and the sharp tail of the staff penetrated into the shield guard's brain without any hindrance, instantly taking away his life.

Then, naturally, the tail of the staff was pulled out.

Looking at the movement of the Mass, it looked like he was just walking normally and accidentally poked the shield guard in the head with his staff.

"Who should come next?" Mass stood in front of everyone, raising his chin slightly, "Hurry up, after all, you still have a mage who is singing. If no one comes to stop me, out of respect, I will just I can go and twist his head off."

After the words fell, the black-armored general's hand holding the sword tightened a little more.

But he still didn't take action.

Miss glanced at him, smiled, and walked towards the chanting mage step by step.

At this time, the other two finally couldn't stand it anymore.

As soon as the Underworld Master's bone staff was raised, the black mud spread, and the deformed beast roared out of the mire and rushed towards the mass.

When Mass saw this, he frowned slightly, swatted the filthy beast away with his staff, and appeared behind the underworld master in a blink of an eye.

The underworld master turned around in astonishment. Before he could react, the bone staff in his hand was snatched away by Mass, and then he was slapped in the face with a backhand stick, sending his whole body flying out and turning seven hundred times in the air. The body curved twenty degrees and fell to the sandy ground in the distance with a squeak.

Judging from the dented half of his face, he was probably dead.

Mass looked at the crystal staff in his hand, shook the black mud on it in disgust, and said dissatisfied: "Tsk, how come this disgusting underworld master is not dead yet? You are the only people in the world who fight. Sometimes I like to throw shit at people..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly jumped out of the black mud where the underworld master was standing.

The scout somehow merged into the black mud!

The two knives in his hands were also replaced by spikes, which pierced Mass's eyes.

Seeing this, Mass waved the bone staff in his hand and met his attack directly from the front.

The next moment, the sharp spikes directly penetrated the fragile bone staff, but the powerful reaction force directly shattered the scout's entire hand bones, leaving him helplessly looking at the spiked bones. The staff struck him in the face.

"Bang"!

The bone staff exploded, and the spikes inserted into the bone staff pierced the scout's own brain.

Staring into those still dull and fanatical eyes, he knelt on the ground and fell into a pool of blood with a thud.

"I have to admit, you really surprised me," Mass said indifferently, "This is the first time I've seen someone willing to hide in the septic tank of the Necromancer."

Throwing away the half-broken bone staff in his hand, Mass turned his head and looked at the mage who was still chanting.

Well, looking at the progress, I'm afraid it will still be a few minutes before the end of the chant.

Mass looked at the black-armored general in the distance again.

However, the black-armored general still made no move and just ignored everything in front of him.

"You haven't taken action yet? What's going on with this guy?" Miss was a little confused.

If before, he wanted to watch the cannon fodder's battle to collect intelligence for himself, but now there is only a fragile mage left, who is obviously unable to complete his chant. This guy doesn't even take action, so what is he trying to do?

After thinking about it, Mass walked to the mage who kept chanting and looked at this guy carefully.

The mage held a magic wand, with the same dullness and fanaticism as the others, chanting spells on his own, without any reaction that an ordinary mage should have when being approached by the enemy.

Misa looked at the black-armored general next to him, thought for a while, and raised his right hand high.

The black-armored general looked at Misa, and seemed to have finally made some movements, but he only raised the heavy sword in his hand a little bit, and soon, he stuck it back into the ground.

Misa frowned and swung his right hand.

It hit the mage's face exactly.

The mage's unfortunate head had never suffered such an injustice, and it turned around on his neck several times, and then fell to the ground with a snap.

As the mage fell to the ground, Misa once again cast his eyes on the black-armored general not far away and raised his chin to him.

Now that even the last person is dead, Misa wants to see what kind of reaction this guy will give now.

The black-armored general looked at Misa indifferently, and after a long silence, he finally slowly raised his heavy sword.

Then, he raised the heavy sword behind him, slowly squatted down, and turned half of his body.

Looking at his posture, for some reason, Misa felt something was wrong.

And in the next second, it turned out that Misa's feeling was indeed correct.

The black-armored general buckled the heavy sword on his back, kicked the ground with his legs, and rushed out in the opposite direction of Misa like a cannonball.

Yes, in the opposite direction.

He ran away!

Misa now knew why he didn't move before!

This guy was probably thinking about when he should run away halfway through the fight!

Looking at his receding back, Misa's mouth twitched a little, it felt like the strawberry that was left for the last strawberry cake suddenly grew legs and ran away.

But soon, he laughed again.

He ran away, so he ran away.

It's better to say that he ran well.

His target was not these small soldiers and crab generals, but the man standing behind them.

The so-called tyrant was the main course.

As for the appetizer fruit, it was not so important.

"Run, run, and tell your master what you saw," Misa murmured, "I'll wait for him to come..."

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In the sand not far away, Liu Ji and the other three were sticking out their heads like three moles.

"Hiss... did you all see it?" Ya Yin murmured.

"Well," Ao Sa swallowed, "So strong, and that was a general, he was scared away by him..."

"Yes, he was abnormally strong," Ya Yin nodded, "and he held a staff, but he didn't use a single magic the whole time."

Liu Ji was confused. He didn't understand anything, and he didn't understand anything. He just felt that the guy in black armor pretended to be cool for a whole game and then ran away. It was very embarrassing.

"So what should we do now?" Osa asked in a low voice, "Do you think he is an enemy or a friend?"

"How should I know," Yain replied, "I didn't even think there would be other people here, let alone that there would be not only people but also a city here."

"There's nothing strange about this. Everyone who comes here says this. In fact, this is the third time I've heard this sentence recently."

The sudden voice frightened the three of them and they turned around to find that Misa had stood behind them without knowing when.

"Hey, don't be nervous, I won't eat people," Misa smiled and stretched out his hand to the three of them, "It's not comfortable to travel in this desert, how about going into the city to sit? I'll treat you to shaved ice."

32. How come I'm laid off when I haven't even found a job?

In the desert, the general in black armor is fleeing in panic.

Unlike those cannon fodder, as a general, he has richer thinking ability and more comprehensive judgment ability.

In other words, those guys will go to die in vain, but he won't.

At first, he did intend to let those cannon fodders fight to collect intelligence for himself, so as to improve his chances of winning in the battle.

But...

He couldn't lift his sword.

Facing the strange man with gray skin, he didn't have the courage to fight him.

The bottomless strength and the leisurely killing made him seem to be facing his king.

"Go back, go back, intelligence..." He murmured a language that he hadn't used for a long time, and fled to the transmission singularity at his fastest speed.

That singularity should still have some energy left, which should be enough for him to return to the royal city.

As long as he returns to the royal city, he...

Suddenly.

The black-armored general stopped his steps.

He suddenly realized that if he returned to the royal city, he would definitely die.

The king would never forgive any deserter.

Even if he was a so-called general, to the king with endless life, he was still just a chess piece that could be consumed at will.

Even if all the chess pieces are used up, the king only needs to wait for a few decades, hundreds of years, or even hundreds of years to reproduce a bunch of new chess pieces.

The king never cares about waste.

The king is always the king.

The black-armored general suddenly realized that he seemed to be doomed to die.

Escape means death, and not escaping is also death.

But he doesn't want to die.

He wants to live.

Yes, he wants to live, of course!

Why?

"Because he is a general, his life should be used in more valuable places, not wasted!"

Is that so?

Probably true...

He shouldn't waste his life, shouldn't crush his head because of nervousness, and shouldn't jump into the abyss because of boredom.

Because he needs to sacrifice his life for the king, so he has to live.