Infinite Throne

   Chapter 496 The third day of the battlefield started from the explosion

   "There is indeed something wrong with this weapon."

  Irin put the weapon back in place.

   But Xu Zhiyong did not dare to pick it up.

   "Yang conspiracy?"

   Xu Jingjing remembered Xu Zhiyong's weirdness just now, her heart was surging, and she vaguely figured out the key somewhere.

Yi Rin didn't sell the trick and explained: "This is a newcomer's trial. Those who are summoned to this world are ordinary people without any 'ability'. On the battlefield of this world background, a random soldier will come. They can all tear them apart. Except for the weapon Gul'dan Yanzu gave them, they have no other way to keep themselves alive."

   Hearing this, Xu Jingjing felt chills down her spine.

   "That is to say, even if they knew there was something wrong with this weapon, in order to protect themselves, they still had to rely on this weapon to survive."

   Xu Jing's eyes narrowed: "Isn't this a mortal mission? Is this the meaning of our assistance?"

"No, you're wrong again." Yi Rin didn't give Xu Jingjing any face at all, she directly overcame her IQ, and said with a smile, "You should remember a sentence in the original mission prompt, right? It's a common friendship prompt. obviously."

   "Please refrain from being overly active and participate reasonably in the battle."

   Xu Jingjing recalled for a few seconds and said that sentence.

"That's right," Yi Rin nodded and smiled, "It seems that the key to surviving is to grasp a 'degree'. No wonder you have to set a three-day survival time. The most critical change should be in The third day. Let's take a step and see."

  Irin is not in a hurry.

   "That weapon..."

  Xu Zhiyong listened to the conversation between the two of them. He was inexperienced, he just felt in the clouds and fog and couldn't understand.

   But the key point is that he understands that this "mission" is not without a way to survive. Moreover, Yi Rin's light-hearted look, as if he didn't take this mission seriously, also made Xu Zhiyong gradually calm down, as if he had taken a reassurance.

   right now.

   "Woooooooo-"

   The loud horn sounded.

The orcs of the    Tribal Legion got excited again, pushed the preparatory apostles out of the fortress, and started the next wave of clocking in after the intermission.

   "Use it first, it doesn't matter, trust me. But be careful, don't get involved too much... In fact, it means, if you can, don't indulge in the power brought by the weapon."

   Xu Zhiyong and Mrs. Xu were surprised, but at this time, they had no choice but to trust the "senior" Yi Rin and Xu Jingjing.

   After a moment of hesitation, they could only pick up their weapons carefully. This time, Xu Zhiyong no longer had the blankness and emptiness in his eyes, and he was much calmer.

   Sure enough.

   As Irin guessed.

  After they kept a low profile and did not wantonly brush points on the battlefield, the opposite BOSS also did not appear.

   Although the Horde and the Alliance seem to be killing each other, the speed of death and injury on both sides is still maintained in a delicate balance, slowly dying.

  When the number of surviving reserve apostles decreased, it was easier for the Yilin team to take care of them.

  In the afternoon battlefield, the casualties were finally controlled to less than five.

   But Irin also began to notice the weirdness of the apostles.

   As the preparatory apostles slaughtered with the [Scarlet Butcher's Knife], they seemed to be completely different people. Compared with the first day, the speed and strength of the blade were completely different.

   "Is it a state similar to a temporary BUFF bonus?"

  Irin easily and happily harvested the heads with the revolver with both hands, brushing the chaos value, but the perception was placed on the battlefield, and there was no slack.

  As the preparatory apostles were slaughtering, their strength skyrocketed, and the fighting among the soldiers was no longer able to threaten their lives.

At night.

   The orcs sang happily again.

   After two days of getting along, as long as he accepts the strange looks of these orcs, Irin actually thinks that they are simple and cute.

   Xu Zhiyong and his wife, under the protection of Xu Jingjing, did not kill too much and remained rational.

  [Current number of reserve apostles surviving: 67/100. 】

   After dinner.

  Irin was alone and came to the corner where the apostles were preparing.

   They seemed out of tune with other tribal legions. They were surrounded in one corner of the fortress, and the door was far from the other side of the orc party, and they couldn't run away.

  Irin did not activate any stealth skills.

  When Yilin walked towards the preparatory apostles carelessly, two or three of the preparatory apostles stood up and looked at Yilin with vigilant eyes.

   They also wore a pair of bloodshot eyes, full of madness and murderous intent.

   was the same muscular youth in a vest from yesterday, walking towards Irin.

   It seems that in the past two days, by his own means, he temporarily became the "temporary spokesperson" for these preparatory apostles to face the seniors.

   "It's almost time to kill enough."

  Irin glanced over the knife in the young man's hand with a calm expression and said something.

"What's the meaning?"

   The young man licked his dry, cracked and bleeding lower lip and asked rhetorically.

   "I'll just assume that you can still keep a clear mind." Yi Rin smiled: "There is something wrong with the weapons Gul'dan Yanzu gave you."

   "Hehehe..." The young man suddenly grinned, and a hoarse laughter came out of his dry throat: "I already knew that."

"Oh?"

  Irin frowned.

"But so what?" The young man shook his head: "The more you kill, the higher the final clearance evaluation, the more rewards you can get. There's nothing wrong with that. As long as you go back alive, no matter how much trauma you suffer, as long as you return With a breath, it can be completely repaired, can't it?"

   "It seems that you already know the rules very well these two days."

"Compared with you seniors, we dare not say that we understand." The young man took a deep breath, the madness and killing intent in his eyes faded a little, and he took the initiative to extend his hand to Yi Rin: "My name is Ren Jian. ."

   "Hehe, Irin."

   Here.

  Irin had a high opinion of this young man named Ren Jian.

   Compared with Xu Zhiyong, his willpower is much higher. Even in this state, he can still maintain a certain sense of reason.

   Regarding the weirdness of the weapon, Irin has already given a reminder.

   As for what kind of arrangement Ren Jian will make after he returns to the team of preparing apostles, it is not within Yilin's control.

   He is not a nanny who prepares apostles. Although each apostle is equivalent to 1000 DP, but with legs and hands on each other, Yiren can't control the will of others. To put it simply, there are really idiots who want to die, and Yi Rin can't stop them.

"How about it?"

   After Yi Rin returned from negotiation, Xu Jing asked curiously.

   "Alright, let's see tomorrow."

   "Actually, I think it's a little strange that since this is a battlefield, it seems that the tribe is too lax. Don't they worry about the other party's night attack on the base camp?"

  Irin smiled: "I don't know if you have heard about the actual situation of the ancient battlefield of ten thousand people."

"what?"

   "For example, suppose there are two sides in the ancient battlefield, each with 10,000 people."

  Irin raised a finger:

"Then the 10,000 people will be divided into front, middle and rear armies, each with 3,000 troops, and another 1,000 for logistics. When the war starts in the morning, the front army starts to charge. Do you think the central army, the rear army and the logistics army are now doing what?"

   "Um... sharpening weapons?"

   "Haha," Yi Rin shook her index finger: "The middle army is resting playing cards, the rear army is drinking and bragging, and the logistics army is sleeping and resting."

   "Huh?" Xu Jingjing's eyes widened.

"Otherwise? It will be noon after the front army fights. When it is the turn of the Chinese army to fight, the rear army also wakes up. In fact, this may be a joke, but when used here, it feels almost the same. You don't think about it, This war has been going on for three years. It’s not bad to be able to keep clocking in to work. Who has time to do night raids? Isn’t it good for everyone to sleep well after get off work? In this battlefield, isn’t everyone a wage earner? "

   Xu Jingjing thought that Yi Rin's joke was very absurd. But she turned her head to look at the orcs who were surrounded by the bonfire banquet with unpleasant wolf howls and excited expressions, and felt that what Yiren said was very reasonable.

  Xu Zhiyong was also extremely tired, and slept until dawn in fear.

   Trials of this intensity were common to Irin and other seniors, and they slept soundly in their tents under the dog's vigil.

   The next day.

   The sky is bright.

The    horn sounded.

   The preparation apostles had already been ready to move. This time, without any urging from the tribal legion, they directly took out the sword and killed them.

today.

   Sarah Bloodhoof didn't know what the wind was, so she directly picked up a double-ended stick that was thicker than a human, and together with Lao Pan, led the army of orcs and smashed out of the fortress.

   "Kill these alliance dogs!"

   and opposite.

   The dwarf Bronzebeard also carried a hammer, and his two short legs turned very fast, and the sound was like a rolling thunder, reaching this side.

   "Slaughter these tribal pigs!"

"kill-"

   "Wow gal la la quack!"

   It started with the daily squirting between the two sides of the tribal alliance, and today's battle is the prelude.

   This is the third day!

The battlefield is really the best place to brush chaos points. The crazy killings on the first day and the low-key points brushing on the second day. In just two days, Yi Rin has brushed more than 20,000 chaos points. The efficiency of this kind of chaos value generation, Terrible.

  Irin currently has nearly 80,000 chaos points, which is enough to improve the skill level of the Apocalypse module.

   But he is not in a hurry. Upgrading any skill at present is just icing on the cake and cannot bring about a qualitative leap. In addition, to cope with this novice trial, Yi Rin's current strength is more than enough, and there is not much pressure. There is no need to rush for a while to upgrade your skills.

   If he is the president of the world's number one guild, Apocalypse, he can't carry this trial, then the difficulty of this trial can be said to be outrageous.

   The preparatory apostles experienced two days of slaughter, and they are also slaughtered today.

at this time.

   Divided into groups by the chaotic battlefield, the prepared apostles with red eyes and frantic expressions during the fight, many of them, gradually changed their bodies.

   Originally only had the body of a normal person, but suddenly it swelled like a balloon, and his whole body was covered with blood vessels like the roots of an old tree.

   "Sure enough!"

   Yi Rin, who had been secretly observing the changes of the apostles, changed her face slightly, rose into the air, and came to the new Meng Xin who had changed, and said loudly, "Lost your swords!"

   The "cute newcomers" turned their heads.

  …Fried.

   (end of this chapter)