The dwarf and ugly goblin clan has a physical strength far beyond Lee Moon-jae's imagination. At least three .six times the size of his original body!

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, a cold blue swept in front of him under the accumulation of strength, and his consciousness and thoughts were involuntarily attracted by that touch of blue and fell into memories.

The Li family has lived in Benqi Mountain for generations, and is known as a kendo family because of their sword practice, and it is also well-known in the Tianxing River Basin.

Therefore, as the times move forward and science and technology develop geometrically, cold weapons and traditional martial arts are naturally replaced by emerging mechanical prosthetics and genetically modified surgeries. And the decline of the Li family in Benbiao Mountain is just the tip of the iceberg under the great decline of traditional martial arts and various martial arts families.

I remember that when I was five years old, I was forced by the old ghost to practice swordsmanship, and I have persevered for many years, practicing swords day after day, although it is boring, but it has also brought me many benefits, such as a strong physique, and such as sensitive senses.

The "natural flow" of the Li family in Ben Biao Mountain is highlighted in the word "nature". As the focus of "nature" is embodied in not relying on the routine of swordsmanship, but relying on one's own reaction speed to see the moves, improvisation, Li Wenzae Zu has been a top master who can dodge pistol bullets without defense, therefore, the special training for reaction speed is the top priority. The first training was to dodge basketball, and when the dodge success rate was 100%, the basketball was replaced by volleyball, followed by tennis, baseball, glass beads, toy guns, plastic bullets, ...... Martial arts, regardless of what kind of martial arts, which family and which surname, which sect, must have a solid foundation as a further guarantee, in the practice is easy first and then difficult, must lay a solid foundation, in order to eventually become a top master, proud of martial arts. The training mentioned before, whether it is basketball or volleyball, is only the most basic training, and the most perverted is of course dodging the plastic bullets fired by the toy gun. Lee Moon-jae's dead ghost dad once increased the difficulty before his disappearance, and switched to a toy gun for special training.

However, although Li Wenjae received such devil training, he still chose to give up half a year after the old ghost disappeared, because the half-year devil training made Li Wenjae understand a truth, if he wants to dodge a toy gun bullet with a rate of fire as high as 35 m/s with a pure human body, it is just a matter of returning it once or twice, and if he wants to dodge it every time, it is simply impossible! There is an upper limit to the potential of flesh and blood, and all kinds of signs indicate that he has reached the upper limit and hit the so-called "ceiling".

A pure human body cannot dodge a toy gun with a rate of fire of up to 35 m/s, let alone dodge a pistol bullet with a rate of fire more than ten times that of a toy gun. As for what the ancestor of the Li family said, is it okay to use real guns and live ammunition for special training?

"By exercising the conditioned reflex in the process of feeling and adapting to the murderous aura for a long time, you can dodge multiple bullets in a few tenths of a second?"

On the day he gave up, he figured out the reason for the scarcity of the Li family in Ben Biao Mountain, and diverged his thinking a little - the ancestors of the Li family, few of them died properly, and it is very likely that most of them were "misfired" by the ancestors' "real guns", right?

The tears of the times were like yesterday, and Lee Wen-jae suddenly became firm and gave up complaining.

Here, anything is possible.

...

"Gan !!"

Somehow, at the end of the memory, Lee Moon-jae suddenly couldn't understand why the goblin with a short body had such a strong physique. With this inexplicable incomprehension, a bold idea grows wildly in the skull like a weed, the muscles tremble, and they feel the joy from the depths of their souls!

'Just swing the sword at will, and there will be a sound of breaking the sky!'

'Me, Juggernaut?'

'True Juggernaut ......'

......

The next day at noon.

Lee Moon-jae decides to go to the Empire. To be on the safe side, he returned to the mine passage before he set out, and was lucky enough to find a fairly intact fur coat that fit him well and covered him tightly from top to bottom.

Li Wenjae didn't dare to think much about why the coat fit so well, he only knew that it would be difficult for him to survive three days if he showed himself as a goblin.

The path of the verdant valley is very unpleasant, with mountains of dry and fallen leaves, and there is a non-stop clicking sound when you lift your feet and land on your feet, and from time to time there are screaming flying insects escaping from under the dead leaves, which is very noisy.

The wind passed by untimely and raged across the canyon, taking away the yellow and green of the verdant valley with a whimper, and blowing Lee Moon-jae's hood open, blowing away his few hairs. Even more irritating was the terrible sound of the wind and the dim light overhead, adding to the desolation of the canyon and the oppressive atmosphere.

According to the few original information given in the books, the Verdant Valley is located on the Great Plains to the west of the Empire, not far from the edge of the Empire, and Li Wenjae only needs to travel east for three days to find the nearest imperial city-state.

...

The day is fleeting.

Li Wenjae came to the exit of Emerald Green Valley safely.

Over time, Lee Moon-jae became more aware of goblins, who had little need to eat and drink. At least in the past three days, the body has not reported that he is hungry, thirsty, and tired, and there is no need to waste time on eating, drinking, and Lazar, which is good news for Li Wenzai, and his mood has gradually become happy, and the pace of rushing has also increased by two points.

......

......

People at the bottom naturally have their own set of life philosophies.

Luo is an old fritter, who officially became a member of the Imperial Warriors seven years ago, and Luo, who was only sixteen years old at that time, can be regarded as having a promising future. But no one expected that seven years later, Luo is still a glorious imperial soldier, and life is really.

Luo was tempted to ask the Creator why my ceiling was not as high as the roof of my doghouse, but after getting to know Jack the Flame Mage and Omar, the Priest of Glimmer, Rowe was no longer entangled, and the three of them hit it off, and spent their days stealing chickens and dogs, and getting money for alcohol by cheating.

The purpose of this trip is also for wine money, and the goal is directly to the green valley. I heard that the mercenaries in the city have joined forces to do a big deal recently, and the golden light that came out of the cracks in the carriage and cargo box when they came back last night made the three of them not sleep well all night.

"the strength! the mercenaries! the empire!"

The words that suddenly roared from Law's mouth seemed to Jack and Omar to be impotent rage. But weren't the two of them restricted? They looked at each other and felt sympathy.

"Man, I heard that the dragon appeared yesterday and summoned a hurricane, do you dare to go?" Omar teased as he teased Law, playing with the holy water bottle.

Luo was very disdainful, and looked at the priest of Waste Wood with sympathy in his eyes: "Shit! If the green dragon really summoned a hurricane, why didn't the detector on the roof of the big bell tower light up?"

Jack applauded thoughtlessly and let out a rainbow fart at Law: "You've become smarter!"

In the next second, the trio's teasing came to an abrupt end, and a suspicious figure appeared in front of the road.

"Look, mysterious visitor. Umar snapped his index finger at his two companions and gestured to the visitor's big hood.

"Don't waste time, we won't even be able to drink soup when it's late!"

"Just you, the most. ”

The rebuke of the two companions made Omar feel a little unhappy, but in the end he did not do anything superfluous, pulled the reins, and the horse received the instructions of his master, and walked away on long legs.

"Maybe it's a goblin?"

"Fart, how can goblins be so tall?"

"Is this still called high?"

"I mean, a goblin can't be that tall! don't you see he's almost as tall as a horse's neck?"

"Hahaha! Luo, you've really become smarter!"