After entering the light gate, Wu Yu suddenly felt that the light around him suddenly fell, and he was surrounded by a dull black wall, which was carved with mysterious and complex patterns, and there was a faint flash of golden streamer in the middle.

Thinking that this light gate and passage can teleport oneself to another world, it has a lot to do with these patterns that flash golden rays from time to time.

But these patterns don't have anything to do with him yet, and he still has the task he has to accomplish!

Therefore, after stopping and observing for a while, and did not observe anything special, he no longer stopped, took steps, and walked slowly in a certain direction step by step, in the distance of that direction, there was a light gate that emitted green fluorescence, which was similar to the light gate that Wu Yu had entered before, but there was a difference in color.

After a while, Wu Yu had already walked to the green light door. He felt something trying to get into his ears.

Like the sound of a pulse. It's a very regular sound, but it's also very weak. But the voice gradually grew louder and louder, and became the sound of the heart beating, and it became more powerful.

Behind the Gate of Light is the heart of the earthly world. It beat with great force, like a heavy drumbeat, getting more and more urgent.

Is the world welcoming this guest from afar, or is it warning the sudden intruder?

Wu Yu no longer hesitated, gathered his mind, and stepped out, and he had already stepped into the light gate.

"Kill-"!

"Rush! The noisy sound of fighting suddenly rushed into Wu Yu's ears, so strong. Someone was screaming, screaming in pain, and crying in collapse.

Swords meet and play a dark red drum beat. The horses were neighing, and the hooves of the horses were shaking the ground.

The chariot roared past, and the iron thistles around it cut through the flesh and blood, and with the sound of the cloth tearing, the blood mist was raised in the sky.

Wu Yu opened his eyes, looked around, and found that he was in a battlefield, surrounded by figures fighting each other, swords, guns, axes, halberds, hooks and forks, and all kinds of weapons.

People are falling, and new people are coming in and joining the fight. The west wind howled, bringing up thousands of miles of wild sand, and the sky and the earth were hazy.

Wu Yu looked down at himself. I saw that I was dressed in black leather armor, and in the internal organs and other important parts, there were also thick pieces of iron with a rough surface, and there were many marks on it that had been cut and scratched, some new, some old, and some were soaked in blood.

On his feet were a pair of tattered gray leather boots. In his left hand, he held a wooden shield covered in animal skin, wrapped in iron sheets, the surface of which was scarred, covered in dark red blood, and shocking cracks.

In his right hand, he held a two-foot-long boring short sword, the blade of which was cut on both sides, and the round hilt was wrapped with strips of gray linen.

The sword was ordinary, of ordinary style, made of ordinary iron, hammered and quenched by a mediocre blacksmith.

But it was still a murder weapon, a murder weapon used to release blood. At this moment, its sword was silently inserted into the heart of a fallen soldier, and bright red liquid flowed out of the blood tank of the sword.

The soldier who had long since lost his breath opened his eyes with dilated pupils, and his frightened face stayed at the moment where his life ended, his face distorted, staring blankly at the dark yellow sky.

However, in the killing field, you can't be there alone. After cutting down his opponent, a green-armored soldier was already brandishing a bloodied short-handled axe and rushing towards Wu Yu, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

In his opinion, this enemy who was kneeling on the ground in a daze was a good target, and it was also a rich military achievement.

The blade of the axe sliced through the air, bringing with it a deep sound of slaughter. The sinister smile on his face gradually spread, the bloodlust in his eyes became thicker and thicker, and the stubble on his cheeks stretched out excitedly.

Wu Yu, who had always been like a sculpture, was finally awakened by the piercing killing intent. His eyes narrowed, glancing at the enemy soldiers and axe blades coming at him, and a hint of helplessness crossed the corners of his mouth.

"Agility +3", he said silently in his heart. The killer axe is empty. The blue-armored soldier was a little stunned.

He could even feel the blade of the axe cut through the nerd's hair. Just a few distances away, the nerd's head would fly high and scarlet all over the sky.

But that point is just around the corner. That point is the distance between success and failure. That point is the distance between laughter and tears.

That point is the distance between life and death. Where did the nerd go? The axe blade had no target, and the blue-armored soldier was a little dazed, and a trace of panic swelled in his heart.

It doesn't feel good.

A calm man's voice sounded behind him, accompanied by the wail of shattering pieces of iron.

He felt his body suddenly feel so cold that he couldn't help but shiver. It's not cold, it's cold.

Not only cold, but also painful - the blue-armored soldier lowered his head, and struggled to open his eyes, staring dimly at his chest, where there was an extra sword.

Bloody Sword. The sword body is unpretentious, but it exudes a solemn killing intent. He wanted to roar to dispel the fear in his heart.

Fear of pain. Fear of death. The rush of blood flooded his throat, making it a luxury for him to breathe.

The blood that once warmed his whole body has now become his own talisman. Wu Yu straightened out his sword, bringing out a flush.

The blue-armored soldier fell to the ground on his back, kicking up a large cloud of dust. The blue-armored soldier looked at the pale red sky, and his hometown thousands of miles away appeared in front of him.

The green mountains of the hometown, the flowing water of the hometown, and the cooking smoke of the hometown. He saw the old lady who was on crutches and beckoned to him with kindness, he saw the village woman leaning under the blooming peach tree, looking into the distance, full of thoughts, it was his wife, and he also saw his son playing with other children, occasionally looking back at himself, his innocent eyes full of adoration. "When I grow up, I want to join the army like my father, defend my family and country, and expand my territory!

“。 The son's immature voice still echoed in the ears of the green-armored soldier. Once, he was a dutiful soldier, a dutiful son, a loyal husband, and a father like a mountain. Now, he's a dead man. The Dying. Regret it? He didn't ask himself such boring questions. He looked at his hometown and relatives, and it would be good to take a second look. It's useless to think about nothing, to think about anything. He was just an ordinary army commander, and like many soldiers, he left his homeland and returned his horse leather shroud. Wu Yu turned around and stopped paying attention to the dying enemy. He walked over and picked up the wooden shield that he had just thrown away, and with a short sword in his right hand, he walked in a certain direction, his pace seemed to be slow. There was a half-hunched blue-armored spearman panting for breath with a spear, and he had an iron sword cut open wound on his left leg. At his feet lay a dead black-armored soldier, his abdomen pierced and red. The blue-armored spearmen gasped greedily, unaware that the scythe of death was approaching... Every moment someone falls, mourning and bleeding. Sharp arrows soaked in dung roared from afar, taking away the lives of the unfortunate. Weapons clashed, accompanied by the sound of shattering armor. War horses neigh, iron hooves are merciless, trampling all beings. The chariot galloped, and everywhere it went, there was not a single grass. The drums of war rumbled, boosting the morale of the army, and the killing intent soared into the sky. Kill, kill, kill! Wu Yu felt more and more numb, and he mechanically chopped over one person after another. He was already soaked in blood, and several more scratches had been added to his shield and leather armor. The dagger was curled, and he picked up a large axe from the ground. The enemy is getting stronger and stronger, more and more numerous, and he adds three more points to his strength and agility. But why can the enemy never be killed? There were more and more blue-armored soldiers surrounding them, and more and more black-armored soldiers fell on the battlefield. Later, he had to face a siege of seven or eight blue-armored soldiers. Just as Wu Yu was about to fill up his strength with agility and fight to the death, a desolate golden sound came from the rear and resounded throughout the battlefield. "Troops are closed

“？ Wu Yu's heart was slightly relieved, he secretly felt that the two attributes of intelligence and charm should also be very important, if it was not a desperate situation, he didn't want to allocate all the attribute points to strength and agility. The Qingjia soldiers surrounding Wu Yu no longer attacked Wu Yu, but Wu Yu did not relax, and there was something bad in his heart. The blue-armored soldiers had excited expressions on their faces. That is the joy of the victors. Wu Yu understood what was wrong in his heart. It's the marshal of his own camp, Mingjin, who has withdrawn his troops. But how do you break through? Because Wu Yu had killed too many enemies before, there were already many blue-armored soldiers surrounding him, and there were still a few chariots hovering around the periphery, ready to rush over at any time. Wu Yu felt a little headache, and the big axe in his hand tightened a few points, squeezing out the blood in his palm, the blood of the enemy.

"Disarm or kill!" A commander-like soldier stood up from his chariot and shouted loudly towards where Wu Yu was.

"Disarm or kill!"

"Disarm or kill!"

"Disarm or kill!" The surrounding green-armored soldiers all roared together, aggressive. If Wu Yu dared to resist the next moment, they would inevitably besiege them in one go.

Wu Yu turned his head, crossed the dense crowd, and looked at the black-armored soldiers who were fleeing frantically, or retreating, with blue-armored cavalry shuttling among them, wielding scimitars, as if death was coming to the world, mercilessly slaughtering, bringing a rain of blood.

A trace of sadness crossed his eyes, which was quickly masked by the blood dripping from his helmet. The battlefield gradually fell silent, except for the howling of the wind.

"Smack!" It was the heavy sound of iron falling to the ground.

"I surrender."