He Mingxuan pulled out his sword and rushed towards the monster with a loud shout, and when he was caught off guard, the monster immediately rushed towards the north. Don't say it, it's ridiculously fast! He Ming had been running around for a day, but he definitely couldn't catch up, and he actually didn't have a score in his heart, he just made an impulse when he saw the crops being destroyed.

The monster that was making trouble was gone, and He Ming looked back at the two scarecrows, which were already in autumn at this time, and the evening breeze was already slightly cool. He still felt the terrible heat emanating from the scarecrow, and he was stomping aimlessly on the ground. Attack the most effective targets! He Ming's eyes and hands were quick, and his accurate sword just cut the rope that bound the straw in the middle of a scarecrow, and then took a sharp step back, ready to deal with another scarecrow. And after the scarecrow's rope broke, the straw on his body did not scatter, but emitted a burst of hot burning, the whole scarecrow burned black, but the broken rope was strangely restored!

Fortunately, the scarecrow moved very slowly, and it was not enough to pose a threat to He Ming, but this situation also made He Ming dare not be careless, in order to find out the situation of the scarecrow, he rushed over again, and only cut its rope. The scarecrow burns again, this time with a noticeable flame that quickly dissolves into a pile of ashes.

Almost figuring out the details of this mutant scarecrow, He Ming ran towards the other one unceremoniously. As he expected, the flames of its self-repair quickly burned itself out after inflicting damage on it. He Minghua solved the two scarecrows with the least effort.

The monster that escaped did not come back, He Ming quickly searched the vicinity, found a few horn rings dropped by the monster, picked up two and ran back to the border village with all his might. When he finally approached the entrance of the village, he saw Mr. Dragonblood standing there.

He Ming gasped and stepped forward to call the master. Mr. Dragon's Blood stared at him and said in a serious tone, "He Ming, are you a master of swordsmanship?" Do you know how dangerous Biqi is right now? ”

He Ming lowered his head apologetically: "Master, the disciple was chasing a stag and didn't want to run too far." Mr. Dragon's Blood sighed and said, "He Ming, after all, you haven't experienced the darkest age of Beechcraft, and the master doesn't blame you." It's just that in the future, you have to know that every warrior you have cultivated has cost a huge amount of money to the entire Beechcraft City, understand? ”

He Ming knew what Mr. Dragon's Blood meant, the living space of the human race in the Fama Continent was seriously squeezed, and it took a lot of resources to train a warrior. He raised his head and said, "The disciple knows his mistake, please ask the master to punish him severely in this matter." But Master, please allow me to report this! He handed the two horn rings to Mr. Dragonblood: "Master, on the way back, the disciple saw a stout and tall figure casting spells in the farmland, and then the two scarecrows came to life. He fled as soon as he found his disciple, and these were the things he had left behind when he cast the spell. ”

Then He Ming added: "The disciple can feel the scorching magic on this horn ring, but he can't tell what kind of magic it is. Mr. Dragon's Blood picked up a horn ring and looked at it carefully: "I can't tell what kind of magic this is, but I can be sure that this pattern has something to do with orcs!." ”

Touching his chin and thinking about it, Mr. Dragon's Blood said to He Ming, "It's late today, He Ming." Let's go and rest first, tomorrow morning the master has something to explain. ”

He Ming was indeed very sleepy, and when he heard this, he bowed to Mr. Dragon Blood, and went back to the martial arts hall to wash up casually and go to sleep. He slept a little too much, and he didn't get up until dawn the next day, and then hurried outside to find Mr. Dragonblood.

Mr. Dragon's Blood was already waiting for He Ming at the door, and when he came over, he handed him a brand-new iron sword, two letters, some dry food and a medicine bottle and said, "He Ming, I think the information you got yesterday is very important, but there is no result here." You're fast, and to be honest, it's surprising that you're so fast, after all, mage training can weaken your stamina, but it's a good thing anyway. Let's take a trip on behalf of the master and go to Beechcraft to find Lord Wang, he is an expert in this area. ”

After a slight pause, he said: "You have almost learned the core swordsmanship here, and some of them are flashy tricks, and your potential is far from being realized." So this time I went to Beechcraft and handed this letter of introduction to Liu Jiaotou of the Beechcraft Martial Arts Hall, and he will help you. In the future, you should be more careful and don't put yourself in danger easily. It's time not to go, let's go! ”

Although He Ming had a lot to say in his heart, it seemed that the situation was urgent and could not be delayed, He Ming could only kneel down and kowtow a few times, and said, "Master, cherish!" With that, he turned and strode towards the road of Bizi.

The road from the border village to Beach is a three-day journey for ordinary people, and because of the extreme danger at night, Beach has built well-defended post stations on each important route. On the road from the border to Beechcraft, it's just a day's walk to the safety of the inn.

After this period of hard training, He Ming's physical strength and body skills have greatly improved, especially his speed, which even Mr. Dragon Blood admires. After accepting the task of delivering the letter to Lord Wang, he felt that the matter should be urgent, so he wanted to get to Biqi as quickly as possible. After most of the day, when he arrived at the first station, he sat down to drink some water and eat some dry food. Then seeing that the sun was still in the sky, I felt that it was not too late, and the master's voice sounded in my mind again: "Hurry up!" Two words. He decided to keep walking, delivered the letter two days later, and set off with his luggage.

However, yesterday he had already run too much, and he had rested late, and after a morning of brisk walking, he could not maintain such a fast pace for a short time. Moreover, he got up later than usual that day, and the time of departure was not early, and the days were getting shorter in autumn, and there was no shadow in the second station, so the sky slowly darkened.

He Ming realized that even if he ran desperately, he would have to walk for a while at night to reach the post station. It would be dangerous if he encountered any trouble when he was exhausted, but he had an important task on him. So he slowed down a little, nibbling on dry food as he walked, regaining some strength.

But as the so-called fear of something, when he walked for a while, he noticed that something was wrong ahead, there would be no pedestrians this night, and there was a tall and stout figure in front of him as if he was looking for something. When He Ming saw it clearly, it also discovered He Ming, this half-orc was chasing something, and it should have just lost its prey here. When it saw He Ming, it let out an excited roar, and walked towards He Ming.

He Ming saw that it was holding a large stone axe in his hand and pounced on him. A thought immediately flashed in He Ming's heart, this half-orc was tall but stout, if he could use his speed to get around, he could escape along the road, because his physical strength had recovered a lot. He Ming, who had made up his mind, also ran towards the orc, and when he approached, he flashed to the left and then retreated. At this time, he found that the orc was faster than he thought, whether he dodged left or backward, the orc could keep up, but fortunately he retreated in time to avoid the orc's head-on axe. Obviously, even if he went around, he couldn't outrun this half-orc with his current physical strength.

There was no way, He Ming put down his burden, tightened his grip on the brand-new iron sword, and concentrated on facing the first battle of life and death in his life.

He Ming repeated the trick, rushed up and shook it to the left, as if he was going to swing his sword to cut it on the right side. The half-orc immediately slashed at his right with an axe, but He Ming was a feint, just a flash, but turned to the right and slashed a sword on the half-orc's left arm, cutting a hole, but the half-orc's skin and flesh were amazingly strong, and this time it didn't cause much damage.

The wounded orc began to be cautious, retreating a few times and trying to target the target before attacking, but it was large and heavy, and the trajectory of each attack was obvious. Several repeated attacks were successfully dodged by He Ming, who had been prepared for a long time, and there were still a few cuts on its hands, legs and waist.

The continuous pain caused the orc to go berserk, and it howled, and then no longer a tentative attack like it had begun, but a series of lunges and slashes. The battle plan prepared by He Ming was completely useless, and in the face of the ferocious and rapid attack, He Ming could only dodge and block, and he was embarrassed to support.

However, the strength of the half-orcs is terrifying, and the weapons are heavy, He Ming only relies on the thin iron sword in his hand to block it, and every time he blocks it, it is like being smashed by a hammer all over his body. If it weren't for the half-orcs' crazy inaccurate head splitting and missing a few opportunities, He Ming would have explained here. But after another split, the predator's instinct calmed it down again.

Each of its strikes now became more accurate and effective, while He Ming, who had blocked its attacks several times, had lost speed and strength across the board, and could no longer play with it as he had done at the beginning. After blocking the half-orc's attacks a few times, He Ming's eyes were full of gold stars, and it was difficult to support it.

Realizing that their prey was outnumbered, the orc took two steps back, found a suitable position, and prepared to raise the stone axe to end the battle in one fell swoop. Just as it lifted the stone axe up, He Ming suddenly had a flash of inspiration, opportunity! He suddenly rushed at full speed, bursting out several times faster, and shouted! A perfect attack and killing sword technique slashed towards the chest and abdomen of the half-orc, and the compact sword qi wrapped around the blade seemed to have an extra inch of the sharpest edge.

The half-orc's hand holding the axe didn't have time to chop it off, so he could only stretch out his left hand in a hurry, only to see a white light flash, and the half-orc's stomach was cut open! But the claw on its left hand also left several deep wounds on He Ming's body. The orc covered the wound in his stomach with his hand, and let out a miserable howl, never to get up again.

He Ming succeeded in one blow, and he was also in a half-dead state, so he went to the burden to take out the gold sore medicine, sprinkled it on the wound, and bandaged it indiscriminately. Then he realized that this was just a skin injury, and what really made him uncomfortable was the shock injury from blocking the half-orc attack, and his bones were almost falling apart.

Packing up his things, He Ming dragged his heavy steps and continued to move forward, maybe this was the territory of the half-orc, and there was no risk on this road, he finally got to the second post station.