What is the highest level of acting?

Maybe some people will tell you to fit in with the character and think of yourself as 100% the character you play.

Others will tell you to pour emotion into the character you play, deeply understand his love and hatred, and his emotional changes every minute and every second.

But in the eyes of veteran raiders, the highest level of acting is not acting, and acting completely as it really is.

After Laphnia had taken the lead for some distance, the men who were lying in ambush behind the dunes did not say a word, raised their weapons and chased after them.

In the middle of this run-and-chase, several long-range archers used crossbows and crossbows to deliver precise and deadly attacks on her.

In the blink of an eye, two arrows pierced the shoulder and one of the calves.

There was even a guy with a strange scepter in his hand, shooting out a white light, directly creating a large black and red severe burn directly behind his back.

There was no doubt that these guys had no intention of sparing their hands at all, and treated Laphnia as if she were a real enemy.

If she can't catch up with her target again, there's a good chance she'll be killed halfway through.

Don't think that there is any friendship or love between raiders, their relationship with each other is not so much that they are partners in battle, but that they are competitors who take advantage of each other.

Each member is a devil who will sacrifice other members of the same team in order to gain more wealth, fame, and power.

If Laphnia can't live up to what she promised, then she has no value in existing.

As cruel as it is, this is the reality, and it is something that the inhabitants of a planet with extremely poor resources have to face.

Without any hesitation!

As Laphne began to approach the diminutive figure in front of her, she shouted at the top of her voice, "Run, run, kid, don't let these damn bastards catch up with you!"

"Huh, what?"

As a knee-jerk first reaction, Luke immediately turned to look at the place where the sound was coming from.

I saw that on the endless golden sand dunes, more than a dozen ferocious men were chasing a beautiful woman with multiple injuries on her body and no threat looking.

"Run, run, or these raiders will kill you!"

Laphnia is obviously very proficient in figuring out the hearts of men, and knows that the more times like this, the less she can take the initiative to ask for help, but has to pretend to think for the other person, so as to arouse the self-esteem, expressiveness and protection of the strong male subconscious.

Only in this way can we ensure that the sudden appearance will not arouse the vigilance of the other party.

Generally speaking, the younger the child who has great power, the more likely it is to have feelings of pride and complacency, and even naively believe that he is the chosen one, and the values he believes are justice, so once they see that there is a situation of bullying and weakness, they will often indiscriminately intervene.

Unfortunately, Luke didn't show the slightest intention of interfering from beginning to end, but took the initiative to get out of the way, looking at everything that was happening in front of him with a cold face.

No matter how many arrows Laphne had in her body, no matter how much blood she shed, no matter how miserable her back was burned by some magical object, there was no intention of interfering at all.

It is clear that events have developed far beyond the expectations of all the looters involved in the operation.

The one-eyed woman, hiding behind the sand dunes in the distance, clenched her fists nervously, hesitating to signal the whole group to retreat first.

But the next second......

Suddenly the sand flowed at high speed, forming a huge whirlpool, and spinning faster and faster, until it formed a terrifying meat grinder, sucking all the chasing raiders into it, and chewing it alive.

When the last scream was gone, the golden grit was covered with a dark red that emitted a pungent stench.

Raffne had stopped running at the moment, standing motionless on the surface of the hot sand, pretending to be shocked and pitiful.

Of course, it's not all pretended, at least some of the shock is absolutely real.

You must know that those guys who have just been killed are not unknown people, each of them has at least twenty or thirty lives on their hands, and they are also the famous murderers in the town.

But now, they didn't hold on for even a few seconds, and they died at the hands of the boy in front of them, who looked to be in his early teens.

"Who are you, why are they chasing you?" asked Luke, narrowing his eyes.

For some reason, from the first glance at this chase, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

But as Laphnia had predicted, it was too lonely, too lonely, too lonely to be alone in the desert, and it was simply not something that normal people could bear.

What's more, he does need a companion and guide who can take turns keeping vigils when he's resting, or providing geographic information about his surroundings at critical moments.

"I ...... I am the daughter of a merchant and am following my father's caravan to my next destination. But who would have expected that he would unfortunately bump into a group of marauders. He's dead...... All of them died...... I'm the only one left alive...... Woowoowoo......"

As she spoke, Laphni fell to the ground with a thud and cried aloud.

She cried so sadly, her whole body kept convulsing, and finally she fainted directly.

But this time, she didn't pretend to do it, but she really couldn't hold on.

After all, with so many arrows stuck in his body, as well as large burn marks, and a large amount of blood loss caused by violent running, I am afraid that the result would be no different if it was a strong man.

"Caravans?"

Luke touched his chin and muttered something to himself, immediately bending down to examine the wound.

I didn't know if I didn't check it, so I was startled when I checked it, and hurriedly took out the dagger I carried with me to cut off the arrow, pulled out the arrow shaft one by one, and then applied the special hemostatic medicine made by the elders of the upper tribe.

Because if he didn't do this, then this woman would definitely not live for more than two hours, and she would die in the terrifying heat.

But even if it is dealt with, whether it can survive depends on whether the other party is favored by fate.

Anyone who has this level of skill in his hands is equivalent to dancing with death, and there are too many factors such as infection, such as hyperthermia, etc., all of which will end a fragile life without exception.

Once everything was taken care of, Luke chanted a spell in a low voice, slowly gathering a large cloud of gravel that barely coalesced into a human form, carrying Laphne on.

He didn't even notice that the one-eyed woman hiding behind the big sand dunes had curled the corners of her mouth and showed a smile that had succeeded in her plan......