The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

On the huge chessboard, black and white pieces advance, retreat, or collide.

The dice were rolled, and countless pieces turned into ashes, and at the same time, countless pieces were on the board.

A field of joys and sorrows, love and hatred are all in the square inch.

On the chessboard at this moment, there are two dice spinning continuously beside the two colorful pieces, like a piece of buttered bread is tied to the cat's back and thrown from the air.

"Foreign gods are so impolite!"

"Let them feel it's too dangerous to leave here."

"Do you want to use that?"

"Use, you all agree."

The dice that kept spinning were picked up, the new dice landed next to the colorful chess pieces, and then stopped.

Both dice have the same number on each side.

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"The sky is blue, the clouds are white, the water is clear..."

"Stop!" Charles, who was sitting on the fence, stopped the bard next to him. "The dark clouds are almost taking up half the sky now."

The bard said, "I'm starting this morning so I can explain things clearly."

"Oh," Charles nodded, "I heard that you have a saying of 'Golden Three Bars', why don't you use it?"

The bard scratched his head and asked, "What is that?"

Charles replied: "The protagonist, background and main line of the story are clearly explained in the first three subsections."

"Makes sense." The bard scrawled the sentence on parchment.

Charles drank the last of the energy drink from the bottle in his hand, then asked the bard, "Why don't you go with the villagers?"

The bard replied as he wrote, "If I leave too, who will record the heroic appearance you left behind in order to buy time for the villagers to leave."

Charles looked at the undead legion under the dark clouds in the distance, and asked curiously, "Then you will die too. Are you actually a brave man who can kill those zombies and skeletons with a single sword?"

"Forty years ago I thought I was a brave man," the bard laughed. "I'm just an old man who runs around for food and is doomed to do nothing for the rest of his life."

After he finished speaking, he lightly patted a large eagle beside him, and said, "I will write down everything that happens next and send it home. Your deeds will be passed down through the ages, and so can I. Get famous."

Charles stretched, jumped off the fence, and said, "As long as you don't come out of the fence, I can guarantee that you will come back alive."

The bard just smiled, and then took out the torch and lit a torch on the fence.

Around him, there were piles of firewood and straw that were nearly as high as his waist.

He wants to send Charles's battle away with his pet eagle at the last moment and then light the pyre and burn himself to ashes, so that he will not become a member of the undead legion and endanger other places.

Charles took two steps forward, suddenly stopped and turned around, and said very seriously: "If you dare to make up my **** story, I will tie you to a stone and throw it into the river."

On the skeleton car under the dark clouds, the dry and thin necromancer frowned, taking advantage of his free time to think about an academic problem that has plagued him for a long time.

He had a feeling that the answer to this question was only half a step away from him.

Under the edge of the dark cloud, Charles held two axes and chopped several skeleton scouts into pieces.

The strength of these skeleton soldiers is not strong, and their combat effectiveness is about the same as that of an average farmer, which is not a big deal for him.

At this moment, a black smoke appeared from the several skeleton soldiers who were still standing, the light in their eyes brightened a bit, and their strength suddenly increased a lot.

On the skeleton car, the Necromancer sat down with a smile.

Just now, I finally solved the problem. I could use the power of the Demon God to increase the strength of the undead army under him by several percent.

The most important thing is that the undead legion carries a hint of the divine nature of the devil.

The most intuitive thing is that the axe in Charles' hand is stuck by the bones of the skeleton soldier.

"interesting."

Charles gave up the axe to distance himself.

"This is the divinity of the gods in this world."

Then a long sword appeared in his hand.

With just one wave, several skeleton soldiers suddenly turned into a pile of broken bones under the red, yellow and blue light.

Charles looked at the Slime Sword in his hand with satisfaction. It was indeed a weapon built to deal with gods. In front of it, the divine nature of the Skeleton Soldier was completely vulnerable.

After the warm-up, Charles raised the sword of slime and charged towards the main force of the undead army in front of him.

When the necromancer first saw Charles, he just smiled. He saw a lot of broken heroes. The ultimate destination of these people is to become a member of the undead army.

The next moment, the smile freezes, and then it turns into panic.

A huge flame magic circle suddenly appeared in the air, and countless moving fireball tides generally poured out from it and flowed to all directions.

These fireballs are like living animals, they are constantly running and jumping in the undead army, and when a skeleton is ignited, other fireballs will go around.

In an instant, the undead army was like a forest in a mountain fire, engulfed by the fire one after another.

The necromancer raised the wand in his hand, and a pale glow appeared from the eyes and mouth of the baby skeleton above the wand.

Before he was halfway through casting the spell, he saw red, yellow, and blue light shining on the top of his head.

Using the smoke from the burning skeletons and zombies as cover, Charles used the teleportation technique to teleport himself behind the Necromancer, and used the Slime Sword to split him and the skeleton cart in half.

It's just that he regretted it a little after the split. How could he take it back for performance? If he had known that he had just chopped diagonally and saved his head.

In the end, he could only freeze the corpse of the necromancer and the wand in the ice cube, and then hand it over to the Adventurer's Guild~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The undead army is no longer under the control of the necromancer, and everyone will stop. Come down, stand there quietly and wait for the flames in the air to burn yourself to ashes.

When Charles returned to the village fence, he saw that the bard had opened his mouth in shock, and the pencil and parchment in his hand had fallen to the ground without realizing it.

From the very beginning, the bard was ready to die here, becoming a small footnote in the story.

But no matter how he thought about it, the undead army that was enough to destroy a town in the time of one meal became firewood waiting to be burned.

"It's time for you to leave," Charles said to him. "Remember, like the villagers, go north first, and then go to the big city in the east, which is safer."

"If you start now, you'll catch up with them later."

The bard opened his mouth and asked Charles, "What kind of magic is that?"

Charles thought for a while, and replied seriously, "Little red bunny."