I Am the God of Games

The attacker was a tiger man wearing a black cloak. It was tall and tall. Even though most of its body was covered by the cloak, the muscular and muscular lines could still be seen from the outline.

If Gerald was a player, he would be able to tell that it was actually a b!

But even if he wasn't a player, Gerald was well aware of the opponent's strength, and he knew that he might not be the opponent of this tiger man.

After all, although the aesthetics of Magne's armor was strange, Gerald was impressed by its combat ability and sturdiness. It was quite guaranteed that the hyenas who were hammered into mosaics along the way could prove this point.

However, the terrifying Mane didn't even have a symbolic resistance, so he was instantly killed by the opponent, and the armor was directly torn off by the enemy. Even though the break was on the neck that should be relatively fragile, the enemy could still see How much strength.

But even so, Gerald rushed forward without hesitation.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart, why he had to face such a powerful enemy so bravely: maybe it was because he felt guilty that he had failed to protect the object of protection, or maybe it was because he had seen Mane as a friend. The anger of friends dying in battle may even be just a hysterical state caused by pure fear.

Facing a strong enemy, it doesn't matter whether it is the courage to face the difficulties without timidity, or the recklessness of the momentary blood, at least his actions have improved the opinion of many players on him, and it is no longer just ' The yellow-named neutral unit mixed in the player group' is such a simple impression.

Of course, anger does not bring about an increase in strength, and Gerald can only be regarded as incompetent and furious. His sword was easily blocked by the opponent, and was declared by the craftsmen of Lancaster's blacksmith shop to use top-level Made of jade steel, only one out of three hundred years, we are not the forging stone of the sword, but the porters of nature. The sword that cost Gerald 13,000 liens was broken by the opponent's backhand. two paragraphs.

Seeing the ferocious face of the tiger man right in front of his eyes, Gerald immediately felt that he must be doomed.

Just when the casserole-sized fist of the fierce tiger warrior of the ancient empire was about to hit Gerald, a tome with a chain and a metal cover flew over from nowhere and entangled him nimbly. Gerald, pulled him back to escape the mighty punch of the ancient empire's fierce tiger warrior.

Just when Gerald thought he had narrowly escaped death, the fierce tiger warrior of the ancient empire suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled a crimson ray-shaped breath.

That should be some kind of spell-like ability, the power of the breath is naturally needless to say, but its speed is also quite fast,

Gerald was about to be blasted to pieces in an instant.

At this moment, a figure descended from the sky.

Gerald recognized the young man in front of him who was about his age and dressed as a mage. The man in front of him was Edward. Like Magne, he was one of the leaders of these believers who called themselves 'players'.

The opponent stood in front of Gerald, and the joy of fire in his dancing hand activated an effect similar to a magic shield, forcibly suffocating the breath of the ferocious tiger of the ancient empire.

"Many, thank you..."

Only then did Gerald, who survived the catastrophe, come to his senses. He frantically tried to break free from the chain, and at the same time thanked the person who saved his life. As a result, he found that he was dancing with the book as a meteor hammer. It was actually an eleven or twelve-year-old girl who looked gentle and quiet.

"You're welcome. Uncle Manie told us before that if something happens to him (and he doesn't come back to life in time), we should take good care of you."

The mage boy named Edward said loudly.

Gerald knelt down on the ground, staring blankly at each other with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Did he... actually say that?"

Obviously, I was Mr. Manie's guard, and until the end, I didn't fulfill the responsibility that a guard should have, watching him being killed by wild men, but even so, Mr. Mane specifically confessed his responsibility before he died. Friends, take good care of yourself.

There are so many believers like him, and he doesn't have special care to protect him, only himself...

A different kind of emotion rippled in Gerald's heart, and at the same time, he felt deep guilt and remorse for not being able to protect the other party.

When I thought that I had doubted Mr. Magne's intentions, I felt that the other party just wanted to make me his human shield and protect his safety on the cruel battlefield. The guilt in Gerald's heart became more and more serious.

If you think about it now, although Mr. Manie did allow himself to protect him, Mr. Mane always took the lead when he went to the battlefield. Even if it was some hyenas he defeated, he would help him take the final blow. Get blood on your hands...

What kind of spirit is this!

Gerald hadn't cried since he was five years old. Having undergone rigorous training every day, he knew very well that tears and crying had no effect and would only make the instructors more harsh.

Although he was a little older, he also understood that the reason why his parents let the instructors in the family train him so strictly was for his own good. After all, their family was in a sense the companion of the Lancaster castellan.

Tribes without value have no meaning of existence. That's why he has been working so hard.

Gerald, who has lived like this since he was a child, has never felt that something is wrong. It was only at this moment that he realized that he was crying unknowingly.

Seeing Gerald kneeling and crying, Edward suddenly felt that the other party might have misunderstood what he said.

After all, everyone else is a player, and it's no big deal if they die. Who hasn't died two or three times?

Only Gerald was a heretic, he was really dead after he died, and the resurrection spells of the clergy were ineffective against heretics.

In addition, Gerald has a special status as a nobleman of Lancaster. If the ball really dies in this kind of place, there is no way to explain it to the castellan of Lancaster, and it may cause a diplomatic accident. So the treatment will naturally be more special.

It's just that he didn't expect that the other party's understanding was wrong, and he knelt down on the ground covering his face and crying, with a look of great remorse, feeling that he was disqualified in the world, and Edward couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

Just when Edward was about to explain the misunderstanding and make the other party not so sad, the Ancient Empire's fierce tiger warrior, who had been cut off twice by them, rushed over angrily.