The Amber Sword

Act V Knight and Girl (5)

"Master Martha, my soldiers opened the door, but it was already ignited inside. My skeleton was staggering in front of the filthy flames, and I needed a little time to get used to them."

The corpse wrinkled his head and buried his head deeply, and the green flames in his eyes flashed a sly light, but he put his dry arms on his chest to express absolute obedience—

Madara has a strict hierarchy, so that anyone who attempts to pass will be afraid from the depths of the soul, especially the undead wizards behind the Black Code are born to be good at manipulating and playing with the pain of the soul.

The apprentice of the necromancer gently tapped his dark black robe with pale and long fingers. He stood on a hill overlooking the village below—Buch, in the dark, the bells rang, and human society was sinking deep In fear.

But this nightmare only opened a head. Not far away, the skeleton army was hiding in a row in the darkness, and a reserve team was hidden in the wood on the side. He ordered them to put arrows, and soon they would let go. wave.

The next wave will use a fired arrow.

The faint blue flame, the icy soul fire.

The raging fire in the dark will panic all creatures. He wants to create a little panic so that the skeleton soldiers can attack.

"How much time?" The future undead wizard's voice was a little cold and sharp.

"This," the corpse woke down and estimated. "Eight minutes, no, up to five minutes."

"I don't have that time, but I can leave you in a squad. Eleven skeleton soldiers, is it enough, Kabka?"

"Ample, my master."

The future necromancer smiled coldly: "Be careful not to let the mouse run away from the back door."

"Please rest assured, I have already arranged in the back door as instructed by the host."

"Well, then, I hope to receive good news when I triumph, Kabka," the apprentice of the necromancer pointed forward and looked at his subordinates meaningfully: "Now I am going to accept the submission of this village and taste the human Enjoy eternal death in fear. But Martha is on top, I hope my decision to launch an attack in advance will not cause Sir Instaron any trouble— "

"As you wish, my master." The dead witch bowed his head deeply.

...

The smoke in the house has become tumbling. From time to time, the flames licked out from under the smoke. The rising flames not only blocked the invasion of the undead, but also blocked human vision.

The rising temperatures have caused the backs of them to become hot, and the hot smoke has made them unable to open their eyes, and a tingling in the throat and nose, but Sophie is still cold in her heart.

What should he do?

"what happened?"

"Give me the hammer." The young man finally extended his hand backwards. He listened with a side ear, and besides the flame stripping and burning, he faintly heard a unique voice echoing between the mountains-the bell.

Butch's alarm bell.

Martha was up, hoping that the guards in the village were smart enough, and Sophie prayed silently in her heart. As for the militiamen, he didn't expect them. Those were just hot-blooded young people, just hoping they could survive the night.

These are the seeds of Alluin's future.

He immediately felt that he was thinking too much, maybe he couldn't even pass the next level, didn't he?

"Is there an enemy outside?" Miss Merchant blinked and passed the hammer.

"It's hard to say, but prepared for it." Sophie thought as much as possible, but the better the situation, the worse the situation. He had to be more prepared. He is a veteran warrior who does not rely on luck, but on caution.

"Brando."

"Huh?" He stopped the door open.

"You seem to be different today."

Dressed up?

Sophie was nervous. What's wrong, it is reasonable to say that his personality is similar to Brando's, and he inherited the memory of the latter. How could he be seen so quickly?

"Why ...?" He asked nervously.

"Well, I can't even say it, it's just a feeling." The future merchant lady thought for a moment, and answered seriously, "Will you protect me, Brando?"

"Is there anything wrong with this?"

"No, thank you."

"You don't need to send me a nice card, Miss Roman—"

"Eh?"

Sophie smiled slightly and didn't answer, but the tension in her heart disappeared. He took a deep breath, tightened his body, pulled the latch lightly, and put his hand on the cold doorknob.

It's about to open.

What fate is waiting for him outside, a whole new world? Still a sudden death? God, wouldn't you play me like that, right?

However, the meaning of Master Masha is unauthorized, but it is a taboo.

"Miss Roman, I'll count to three and you rush out with me."

"Ok."

"three……"

"Well."

"Ouch."

"Sorry, I'm so nervous, I should be number one ..."

"It's okay, Brando ..." Romain couldn't help covering his face, just hitting the young man's solid back and making her face red and red, her heart pounding.

She was not so shy before.

However, Su Fei didn't have the heart to appreciate the girl's mind, and it was awkward to have such an oolong. He remembered that he should be very calm, but it was just a few small bones.

He gritted his teeth, opened the door, and before the smoke had cleared, a shining long sword had pierced in.

Sure enough, there was an ambush.

Sophie's heart has never been so quiet, as if the thirty-one-year warrior experience in the game is now integrated with the life of this life. The black rose inlaid by Bromanta on the iron plate is so striking in his eyes. The drawn sword draws a dazzling straight line.

Stiff, Sophie knows what the other party's weakness is--

He also knew that his strength could not be beaten with it, and immediately held back Roman to sideways and avoid it-it was just a line away, and the cold sword only cut his placket.

Then Sophie slammed forward. After the smoke and dust separated, a skull's chest was exposed there, and a crackling sound was heard, and the three ribs were broken back together.

The bone rack couldn't hold back, and the young man took the opportunity to rush out of the flames.

He immediately looked around the battlefield, four skeleton soldiers-he couldn't help but take a breath, if there were only one or two bones, he might still think about scolding his mother, and now there was only a cold heart in his heart.

It seems God knows his nature very well.

He had only one thought left: the other person really looked down on him, and he must have treated him as a scout.

That's true, Sophie also thinks that her performance is not less than ordinary human scouts. Because in such a small place, scouts are nothing but ordinary Orion.

However, it seems that it is not a good thing to perform too well ...

He felt Romain holding his hand tightly behind him. The girl's subconscious movement revealed the tension in her heart. He wanted to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Raising my head, the dark sloppy forest in the distance is below the hillside, but how can the distance in the middle be crossed? He didn't put wings on.

The mountain breeze blew, and the wet forehead was cold.

Four skeleton soldiers had been surrounded.

What to do with eyes closed? Sophie can only subconsciously protect the businessman and lady behind her. She can't help thinking that she is more than 130-level soldiers. Dealing with these bones and skeletons is a matter of one trick ...

But there is no if in this world.

Reality really makes people hate--

Wait, grade? The young man suddenly realized that he seemed to be overlooking something, and he couldn't help passing a shudder, yes, the ring after the wind! He had previously killed a corpse witch and two skeletons with the ring after the wind, plus the bone rack that Brando had killed before his death. Six points of experience!

It only takes five points of experience to upgrade the swordsman from the first level to the second level, not to mention the militia?

The only hope is that it must not be too different from the game here-six points of experience, omnipotent Master Martha-as long as there is a brand new level, he will definitely have a chance to escape the birth.

Sophie understands that she doesn't have much time. Four bones and skeletons are approaching. He may have only one breath time, four seconds, life or death.

He cast a piece of faint green data on his retina at the fastest speed he could imagine--

xp: 6 (civilian level 1:-, militia level 1, 0/3)

Thank goodness!

He knew what he needed, and although it was an obvious waste of investing experience in a profession such as the militia, he couldn't care less at this moment.

It's better to waste more than to turn into a frosty corpse, isn't it?

"Minuteman, 6 o'clock experience, quickly, let me upgrade!" He meditated in his heart, the four bones have already raised the sharp sword in his hand, he felt the lady behind him tightly hugged himself.

"Brando, they are coming!"

However, the data changed quickly.

xp: 0 (civilian level 1:-, militia level 2, 6/10)

A warm current flows through Sophie's limbs, and he understands that he can get a power correction of 0.1 energy level and a constitution correction of 0.1 energy level from the militia profession, but these are not important--

You need to know that the swordsman can get 0.2 energy level corrections in strength and physique from the first level to the second level, not to mention the dexterity and the extra improvement in perception, so the militia is like a waste wood.

None of this matters.

It is important that Sophie knows that when a character is promoted from level one to level two, he will be given the opportunity to choose only three talents in his life.

Yes, this is the first time.

This is the fairest time.

Here will also be a new life for him.

He waited anxiously, for a million years, but finally the coat of arms symbolizing his individual talents shone on his property panel--

"Talent skills, unyielding." Sophie's eyes seemed to light a fiery flame, four swords added, he just raised the masonry hammer symbolically, avoiding important parts such as the beginning, heart, and abdomen.

Flutter, flutter, flutter.

There are at least three swords inserted into the young man's body at the same time, and he only has one feeling-that's really **** painful!

However, Sophie knows that she has the ability to die hard for at least five minutes and will not be unconscious because of blood loss. She will never die from any physical attack within half an hour.

Now he had only one chance, and that was to take Roman away from here and find the potion of life for the rest of the time.

He doesn't know if there is such a thing in the world, but he can only believe it.

Because he had no choice.

"Brando!" Roman's voice changed in fear.

"Hold me up, Roman."

"I……"

"Hold me up!" The young man didn't have time to explain, he couldn't help getting angry for a while. Brando, who was covered in blood, felt like a real hero at this moment, making the girl dazed.

"I see, 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 did need to calm down first. Although inhaling made him feel the pain as if the wound was torn, he understood that the pain for him at the moment was just an illusion ...

The three skeletons pulled out their swords, and they stayed for a while. Because in their eyes this human gradually loses the heat of life, and an additional power spreads out of his body.

The power of the soul.

Unyielding talents find the fire of the soul inward, which is the same as driving the undead.

So the undead thought that Sufi at this moment was their kind, but there was a misunderstanding here. Because Sophie didn't think so, he gritted his teeth with a sledgehammer and flew all four bones out.

This is not because the strength of the young people has increased sharply, but simply because it is completely unexpected.

Sophie grabbed Roman's hand and took the opportunity to rush out.

"Miss Roman," he said strenuously as he ran.

"In the."

"You listen ..." Sophie said, panting, and her ability to die hard didn't make people overstretched. He already felt that the surrounding scenes were a little fuzzy.

All that remained was the whistling wind that rang around my ears because of flying.

"Yep?"

"If I'm unconscious, take me to Butch, be careful to avoid Madara ... Go to the temple in the town and find ... the potion of life, do you understand?"

"I, I understand, Brando ... won't you die?"

"I don't know, cough ... look at Master Martha's arrangement ..."

Sophie doesn't know if Miss Merchant really understands, but he only has the strength to say so much, and the rest is like he said-let it be.

He couldn't help turning his head back, in the midst of a blur, the fire was shining on the hillside. He sighed and closed his eyes a little tired-was he really the otaku who was addicted to the game?

Maybe the past life is really far away from this moment.

I ca n’t believe it. I have such a brave and decisive day. Perhaps even if I die like this, I will feel relieved.

"Because I'm not a waste anymore ..."