In fact, the moment the boy picked up the iron rod, Chen Yuanyuan fused with him with interest.

She felt his heart at peace, and although exhaustion and sleepiness had been eating away at him, it had only made his will stronger than ever.

"Suddenly I had a bad premonition..."Chen Yuanyuan thought in his heart.

It was completely dark, a large full moon hung in the sky, and the boy found his target near a water source.

He was familiar with the military defenses, and the boy quickly infiltrated the camp.

Not far from the largest tent, he inadvertently made a loud noise, which immediately alarmed the guards here.

But so what, he defeated them without much effort and continued on his way.

The soldiers who appeared next were different from before. The front ones all hold shields, and the back ones hold special spears, each with a number of barbs on its head.

When the boy saw this, he smiled and met him with an iron rod.

He had suffered in this matter before, so he had put a lot of effort into it.

However, these soldiers had obviously been trained for a long time, and their cooperation was very tacit, and they still held him back for a while.

"Is this what you call loyalty!!" The old king, dressed in armor and supported by others, stood not far from the boy and roared.

"......" The boy did not reply, and still struck in the direction of the old king.

"You've let me down so much!" Seeing that he did not react at all, as if all his strength had been drained, the old king commanded the people next to him, "Don't spare your hands. ”

When his subordinates heard this, they signaled the soldiers, and the attack immediately became much more fierce, but the boy was still calm and calm, swinging the iron rod with ease, knocking down the soldiers one by one.

Seeing this, the leader waved his hand, and saw two rows of people in alternative costumes greet him, both of them holding special blowpipes in their hands, and then the people in the front row squatted down, and the two rows of people blew thin needles together.

The needle was nothing more than an anesthetic, so it didn't avoid the soldiers who were dragging the boy.

Some of the soldiers fell after a few shots, and the boy dodged most of them with dodge blocks, but many of them hit him anyway.

Although he felt that his body was becoming less and less obedient, he continued to move forward, during which he was finally hit by a spear, taking away a large piece of flesh and blood, and he should have been in unbearable pain, probably because of the anesthetic, which made him still smile 'very happy'.

Chen Yuanyuan, who was integrated into it, felt his will to die, and while he was sad, he was synchronized with him again, every movement became so coordinated, and the effect of the anesthetic medicine also failed for a short time.

However, he still has bleeding damage, and his physical strength is not unlimited, so the boy can only become weaker and weaker.

He may have sensed this, and the speed of the attack became faster and more frenzied, constantly trading his injuries for progress.

"Walk, King, he's coming here soon!" One of the king's guards trembled in his legs when he saw the bloodied 'Warrior of the Gods'.

"Bastard, let me quit!" The old king kicked the guard aside, drew his one-handed sword, and watched with a blank face as the boy drew closer to him.

"Ahh When the boy saw that he was not a few steps away from the old king, he roared, and waved his murder weapon at the king, ignoring the attacks from all sides.

This sudden cry startled the old king, and instinctively stabbed his sword into the boy's chest.

It may be that the stab was not very accurate, and after a pause, the boy wanted to move again, but the spear that followed him was not weak, and stabbed into the vital points of his body one after another.

Still, he did what he wanted to do. He knelt down on one knee, his iron rod propped up on the other side, and lowered his head with a smile. He actually wanted to say, "That's my loyalty." "But... Obviously, he had no strength.

The boy had thought before that because his betrayal would bring pain to too many people, he would have to die to preserve the prestige of the country, to save face for the old king, and to make those who were implicated by him less guilty.

My sister may also be safe to a certain extent, maybe... He was able to retain his insignificant accolades.

When the old king came back to his senses and looked at the boy's gesture, his lips trembled, and then he walked towards his tent without saying a word.

The soldiers around who were still wailing just now, seeing this scene, did not show the joy they imagined, but saluted the boy one after another, and silently cleaned up the 'battlefield'.

Chen Yuanyuan thought that with the death of the boy, it was the end of this experience, but obviously... She was wrong.

When she opened her eyes again, she was greeted by the sunshine of dusk and the devastation of the earth.

There are all kinds of swords all over the place, they are either complete or mutilated, all of which mean that this place is special.

"This kind of scene... It's a lot like the one in some comics. Chen Yuanyuan looked at the boy next to him, still maintaining the movements he had when he died, and lowered his head to think, "Could it be that he has become a heroic spirit?" ”

"What a bloody look..."Chen Yuanyuan habitually touched the sword inserted beside him, and found that his hand did not pass through as before, but as if it had touched an entity.

"......" the corners of her mouth twitched, and she sat cross-legged on the ground, thinking about life.

"Your sister, I won't follow the bento too, will I?!" Chen Yuanyuan thought madly in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but she slowly calmed down.

"No, no, I'm here for a purpose, such as castles, boys, swordsmanship, ......"

"Could this be the so-called bottom summary?" Chen Yuanyuan suddenly had such a thought in his head, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was very high, "In this case, what should I do when I come down?" ”

She looked around, and was naturally drawn to the swords.

"Sword practice?" Chen Yuanyuan got up and patted his buttocks, and walked around here.

There doesn't seem to be a passage of time, and the sun never changes.

And even though she had gone far away and reached a place where she could no longer see the boy, she did not move back as before.

Relieved, she began the journey of searching for the sword.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Yuanyuan finally found a two-handed sword that was suitable for her in terms of weight and length.

Its blade wasn't wide, and it had a lot of notches, "Okay, there aren't really a few good ones here." ”

In this way, she cleared a clearing, and gradually took control of that kind of swordsmanship herself. Read the latest chapters, stay tuned