The first batch

Sean didn't count, and pulled the dagger out of the corpse with some difficulty. Looking at the notched dagger, he reluctantly threw it into the woods.

Dragging an injured leg had a big impact on himself, although Sean eventually used the mud pills that Lothar gave him, and he didn't take it internally. He wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

I don't know if it's because the method used is wrong, but the pain has not been reduced much, but the inconvenience caused by the injury affects my actions against the enemy.

The most dangerous wound was in the abdomen, and not long after Lothar left, Sean was confronted by pursuers, more than a dozen people from the battalion.

The first person was succeeded by Sean's sneak attack, and he was easily dealt with, but he didn't expect the dying guy to release a signal, attracting a large number of enemies to surround him.

Listening to the bustling sound, Sean didn't care about touching the corpse, so he pulled his legs and ran away.

Exhausted by his desperate efforts, he had to fight the enemy who stood in the way of the breach, and he had to avoid the sight of a large number of men and horses, waiting for the opportunity to find an escape route.

Sean wondered if the other party had someone who was good at reconnaissance, or he had already changed the route four or five times, and he had also faked the illusion of passing. But the interval between encounters with the enemy is getting shorter and shorter.

After taking out the fifth enemy, Sean gasped and held on to the trunk. Smelling the smell in the air, the smell of water vapor became more and more abundant, and it seemed that he was very close to the river.

Sean found that the more he ran in the direction of the camp, the more he fell into the encirclement of the enemy, and after killing two people in a row, Sean finally approached the river again through a section of unenemy road.

Sean decided to take the risk of crossing the river and not be wasted in this way.

Already able to see the river, listening to the sound of the rushing river, Sean's tense heartstrings were sent down.

"Huh"

Sean didnkey rolled around and dodged an arrow, which exploded on the ground with a blue fire.

"Ahem"

Sean was disgraced, and with the tattered condition of his body, it seemed like he was back in the time when he wandered on the Hinterland continent.

But now is not the time to reminisce about the past, and although that memory is not good, it is much stronger than the current situation.

Sean stared in the direction where the arrow was shot and saw the person coming, and the worst happened.

Sean watched an eagle descend from the sky and land on a man's shoulder, and he realized that everything about himself was clearly seen by them.

It seems that the price of five people is just to consume his physical strength and confirm his strength.

Sean half-knelt on the ground, stroking the injured leg, the wound in the abdomen was more serious, but the injury on the leg affected his use of the body method, and now he couldn't use the Sancheng Wei Yide body method.

The dagger had long since been honorably discharged from the previous battle, and all he had left was a pair of hard branches.

There was no magic weapon in hand, and the mere presence of a branch was similar to holding two relatively hard burning sticks.

Regret is no, Sean originally thought that after the trial, after he further realized the essence of Wei Yide's body method, even if he couldn't defeat the enemy, he would be able to retreat.

Now he is not given more time to regret it.

The leader happened to be Kasa, the man who celebrated the battle report on stage last night.

There was grief on his face, but he couldn't hide the corners of his mouth, and he stared at Sean with playful eyes, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Guys," Casa turned, and the rest of the adventurers cooperated to surround Sean, and there were quite a few warhawks hovering in the sky. With his hands outstretched, Casa pointed at Sean, his eyes suddenly moistened, and if Sean hadn't noticed the way he looked at him, he would have to believe his painful and unforgettable sadness. Casa said loudly, "Last night, it was this vicious creature who infiltrated us. He, after being exposed by our friend Hank, who is honest and selfless, did not run away, but sneaked into Hank's room at night and brutally killed Hank in his bed, and even Hank's girlfriend Cecilia was unfortunately killed. For the sake of our friends, and to honor their time fighting with us, we killed him and used it as a head to honor the spirits of Hank and Cecilia in the sky. ”

"Roar"

About fifteen people.

Sean observed, with his experience, there should be about fifteen guys who came out of the light or hid in the shadows, and whether there were more guys in ambush, Sean didn't know, if there were, then Sean probably couldn't run away.

There are currently four

A way to break through the encirclement of these people, however, Sean looked at the sky, and a large number of war eagles were staring at him.

Trouble.

The most troublesome thing is not these adventurers who surround him, but the warhawks in the sky who constantly observe the situation on the ground.

Dozens of war eagles watched Sean from all directions, blocking all the escape routes he could think of.

"Kill him"

I don't know who shouted first, and the adventurers who were still hovering around the encirclement in solidarity rushed towards Sean.

All sorts of weapons and abilities poured out.

Swords, guns, sticks, water and fire, there is nothing unthinkable, only unthinkable.

Looking at the dense array of moves and weapons attacking him, Sean flashed the arrows that arrived first, and felt that such a scene was not spectacular, at least far worse than the attack he saw when he strayed into Rubick's space.

If the magic moves displayed by Rubick's extradimensional space are a drama with gorgeous special effects, then everything here is like children making various weapons out of mud, throwing them at each other, laughing and playing.

Although Sean felt that such a scene was not gorgeous, it was a big crisis for him.

Looking at the attacks that were getting closer and closer, the heat of the fireball reflected his face red, the sound of swords breaking through the wind was piercing, and he could even feel the breathing and hatred of the adventurers.

Why do you hate me so much?

Sean didn't understand, by the way, the man named Casa said that he killed Hank last night, really, isn't Hank just a mouthy guy, doesn't he deserve to die why they have to kill themselves. Did the boss explain it to them?

A deep sense of exhaustion hit him, and Sean felt that everything was so boring.

In order to survive, he escaped from that home.

In order to survive, he struggled to find the key to the battlefield, and willingly wandered all corners of Hinterland.

In order to survive, he became a working boy and washed dishes for Peter's Good Times Tavern, just to move up the ranks.

It seems that everything started when I heard that Alsace was born, but who is Arthas?

Unable to figure it out, he found that he couldn't remember many things.

He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't remember what happened last night. And when Casa is telling the truth, if the truth is so simple, why did his internal space become a mess, and where did the wound on his leg come from.

More and more confused.

I feel like it's not that simple.

Sean tried to remember, but still didn't remember what had happened.

But their shouting was getting quieter and quieter, and Sean couldn't even hear what they were shouting.

"What am I doing"

Sean looked at his hands that were getting bigger and bigger, and his body seemed to have grown a lot, and he didn't know why.

Looking at the attack that became slow in front of him, Sean closed his eyes, as if hearing many cheers.

Is the cheer for me?

I don't know.

Sean felt very tired at this point, what should he do next?

Opening a restaurant, Sean loves to cook, enjoys the process of cooking, and enjoys the moment when a fresh dish is baked.

Remembering that he never followed the recipe when he cooked, whether to add more salt or make the dish slightly charred, it all depends on his mood at the time, every time, the same dish will have a different taste, every time is a new experience, this is also the moment that Sean looks forward to the most every day.

Looking back on the past, Sean seemed to be still in that 9-to-5 life, and a surprise every day was expected from early in the morning.

Since when did you no longer care about life?

Is she accusing me the most?

It's still the damn boss, who never understands but wants to intervene

Headache, not like thinking, shouldn't I be dead?

"My name is Sean"

When you open your eyes, you will be greeted by a whistling sound, and the arrows that cover the sky and the sun are mixed with many different shapes.

Sean realizes that he is not in the Blue Star, he is in Hinterland, on the battlefield, in the Mysterious Land.

It's all just a meeting, and the thing to do now is to live.

Looking at the attack that he couldn't dodge, the fireballs and arrows seemed to engulf him, and they attacked him with great momentum.

"At this time, no one should blame me."

Neither dodging nor dodging, Sean was still bombarded by all the attacks.

Billowing smoke.

"out?"

Someone tried to go in to confirm the situation, but was stopped by Casa.

According to his assumption, Sean should not be dealt with so easily, and judging by the speed at which Sean escaped from the square, such a tentative attack should not cause him much damage. Even if it was five people in exchange for Sean's information before.

Casa was hesitant, expecting Sean to die and angry at the same time.

Why didn't Sean resist, how did he reflect his greatness if he didn't resist, the script should have been under his command, paying a few casualties to solve the important force of the barren land, Sean.

Sean's speed and combat power have been planned by Casa to be an important combat force in the Wastelands, and killing Sean will reduce the pressure on the battalion to fight against the Wastelands.

But now

Casa stared at where Sean stood, the smoke fading with the wind, but revealing a pitch-black cocoon

"What's that?"

Someone said the question in Kassa's mind, why that kid only had a cocoon there.

"I don't know, I've never heard of such an ability"

"Could it be a unique ability of people in the Wastelands?"

"Impossible," Casa interrupted the conversation, which was definitely not ability, his eyes turned red as he looked at the cocoon, "That's not a cocoon, it's the kid, kill him." ”

The doubts were not spoken, and Kasa, who had already become the "leader", still had some weight in this group of people.

The melee and defensive adventurer rushed forward, swung his broadsword in his hand, and slashed at the pitch-black cocoon.

It was like slashing on a hard piece of iron, and the black cocoon did not move.

"Fire"

With Casa's order, the adventurers, who had already been prepared, couldn't wait for the fireball to crash into the black cocoon.

There was a burst of black smoke, and after a while, the smoke cleared, and the black cocoon was still there.

Steady and woundless.

"What to do"

Someone asked about Casa.

Casa bit his lip and waved his big hand, "Attack at the same time, I don't believe this cocoon is so hard." ”

A variety of attacks reappeared, and unlike the previous tentative attacks, this time, the adventurers attacked with all their strength without reservation.

"Are you sure you want to do it?"

"Well, it's decided."

"You know, after doing this, you can't go back."

"No way, I'm Sean, Sean Ferrier II, not the same me I used to be."

"Then, the martial arts are prosperous."

"Thank you."

"Sean, what are you doing"

Trixis cried out in horror as if sensing something, the earth shook the space, this was not the first time she had seen such a situation, and the last time she had seen her live in the form of a soul in Nevon Moore's body.

"Calder, what did you do"

Ngoma pointed to the crumbling chessboard, according to his calculations, it was natural for the wastelands to win, but the cracks on the projection chessboard meant that the mysteries were unexpected.

"I don't know"

Calder was also confused, what was going on, looking at the mysteries where the rift was slowly expanding, with a straight face.

"Here we go, is it good or bad for you to embark on this thorny path?"

"Nyven Moore, what are you talking about"

"Akasha, nothing."

"Ahh

"Shut up woman, the time is up, and victory will come."

"It's just a few of you here, you can't learn to scream, and I can't sleep well."

A throne made of bones, with five people seated each, and dozens of scattered squares below, each of which was a mysterious place.