Slowly, Lin Hai woke up, he felt something more in his mind, he shook his head, and in a trance wanted to think of more of what these things were. But a clear male voice interrupted his thoughts.

"You're finally awake." The man who spoke was a blond-haired man sitting across from him, shackled on his hands. Lin Hai realized something, and hurriedly stretched out his hands, and sure enough, his hands were also locked in shackles. He looked around and saw that he was sitting in a carriage, in which there were three other people besides him, sitting facing each other, looking like prisoners being escorted. He looked again, and found that the carriage he was in was in a convoy of three carriages, all of which were escorting prisoners, and he was in the middle of the carriage.

The blonde man on the opposite side saw that Lin Hai did not speak, and understood that Lin Hai had not yet recovered from his coma, so he continued: "I am Arturius of Crane Village, the captain of the militia, the leader of the Marton rebel army, who was arrested for rebelling against the tyranny of the Segou Empire, these are my brothers, stranger, who are you?" ”

Lin Hai thought to himself, Asthalo said, this is a world of swords and magic, and the name of the person in front of him is also a Western name, so he decided to report his English name: "Snorlan, a traveler." "Since you have come to this world of swords and magic, the name should also be according to the local customs, Lin Hai decided to hide the name Lin Hai in his heart, and he will be Snorlan in the future.

Arturius nodded, "A traveler, yes, the Seigu people can arrest people indiscriminately. It's a pleasure to meet you, Snowland, and although we haven't known each other for long, we can be companions after death. ”

Snowland, that is, Lin Hai was shocked, and hurriedly asked, "What?" Died? ”

Arturius smiled bitterly: "Otherwise? We're on our way to Riptide Town, the largest town on the border between Segou and Roe, which just fell to the Seigu two days ago, and hey, the Seigu people are preparing to make an example of us! ”

Snorlan's heart was cold, could it be that he had just crossed over and was about to die in this strange world? He began to think wildly, thinking about his past days, if he had known that this was the case, he would have been lying at home and enjoying life in peace, how could he have fallen here to bear this unknown murder?

Just as Snorlan sighed, an old voice came from the bottom of his heart: "Nephi ......"

"Who?" Snowland subconsciously returned.

Arturius was taken aback: "Friend, what's wrong?" ”

Snolan perfunctorily aturus: "It's okay, I heard it wrong." ”

The voice in his heart continued to call to Snorlan: "Nephitian...... Respond to my ......"

Snorlan tried to mentally respond to the voice, "Who are you?" ”

The old voice responded, "You have finally answered my call, young Nephiten...... I am Bourkeso, the Immortal King, the ancestor of your bloodline. ”

Snorlan continued, "Bourkeso?" I know you, the first Immortal King, so Your Majesty, do you have something to do with me? ”

Bourkeso replied to him in an ethereal, old voice: "I know that Asthalo sent you here, and this involves a deal between us, you don't need to know it for the time being, I have come to tell you your goal, and give you some necessary help." Bourkesso paused.

"Your target is Eresnu, the god of killing. Remember the name and you can slowly get to know him later. As for the help I gave you...... I've given you a character template where you can intuitively feel your own abilities, but only yourself, and you can open it by chanting your name in your mind. It's time for me to go, as for your current predicament, I can only say that there will be a chance after that, a chance for you to escape, but the rest of the matter can only be up to you, good luck, young Nephitian......" After saying that, Bourkeso's voice disappeared, and no matter how much Snorlan called him, there was no more response.

Snorlan understood that Bourkeso was gone, so he did as Bourkeso said, silently reciting his name, and sure enough, a transparent character template appeared in front of him.

Name: Snolan (Lin Hai)

Gender: Male

Race: Nephilim

Class: Barbarian (Level 1)

Attribute: Strength: 15 (Asthalo gives you a strong body)

Dexterity: 15 (Astaro gives you a strong skill)

Constitution: 15 (Astalous gives you a strong physique)

Intelligence: 10 (Your intelligence is no different from that of a normal person)

Perception: 10 (You can feel what is in front of you)

Charm: 8 (Your tattoo is intimidating)

*Note: The average adult has an average of 10 for all attributes

Health: 180/180

Rage: 0/100

Skill: Bourkeso's Grace (Legendary): The Ancestors are watching you.

Berserk Fury (Epic): You can gain rage from melee attacks and take attacks, depending on the level of rage within you, with each point of rage you get increases your damage by 0.35%. Your anger will fade away with your peace of mind.

Tenacity (Unusual): When below 35% health, the amount of rage generated is doubled and the damage taken is reduced by 50%.

Calm (excellent): You lack the wildness in your bones, you lose the ability to go berserk, but you can face things more calmly.

He carefully observed his character template, and it was surprising that he, as a barbarian, could not go berserk. But this is also reasonable, after all, he is not a real barbarian. However, although he doesn't know the combat skills of a barbarian, his anger will also intuitively increase his combat effectiveness, which is also a little compensation, so the next goal is to break away from this carriage and learn some combat skills. Next to the character template, there is also a projection of Snorlan's own self, Snorlan carefully observed his current appearance, a sturdy young man about twenty years old, with long black hair, black eyes, and a dark white complexion, like a Mediterranean, and at the same time had many tattoos on his body, which looked very wild.

At this point, now that he had received a hint from Bourkeso, he settled down and waited for the opportunity to escape.

When Arturius saw that Snorlan seemed to be calm, he asked him with interest, "Friend, why is it suddenly at ease?" ”

Snorlan replied to Arturius with a smile: "I suddenly figured out something. My ancestors once had an ancestral motto: Life and death are fate, and wealth is in heaven. A person's life is unpredictable, maybe yesterday I was above 10,000 people, and today I am also a prisoner? If I'm destined to die here, then why not accept it? Of course, in fact he was so calm because Bourkeso had told him that he had a chance to escape, or he would have sunk into despair. As for this set of arguments, it is that Snolan thinks that the opportunity for his escape may be related to the person in front of him, so he left a better impression on him in advance.

Arturius chuckled: "Yes, then let's wait for the judgment that fate will give us, even if we die here, I have no regrets in this life, in my life of fighting against the Segu people, at least my descendants will remember that among their ancestors there was a warrior who stood up against the tyranny of Segou and was proud of me." The more Arturius spoke, the brighter the light in his eyes grew, and he calmed his mind while boosting the morale of the warriors beside him, recovering from their panic.

The wheels of the carriage kept rolling forward, and the Segou soldiers who were driving the carriage turned around and reprimanded them: "Quiet! ”

Snorlan and Arturius fell silent and stopped talking, but the flames of fighting spirit were already burning in the hearts of these prisoners, and if they were given a chance, their will would melt steel, and vent their deepest anger on these Segou soldiers. But who will give them this opportunity? Their hands were bound in shackles, and they were surrounded by heavily armed Segu soldiers, whose butcher's knives would fall mercilessly on their heads if they showed the slightest sign of breaking free.

The convoy slowly walked along the country road, the rugged path and the shackles on his body made Snowland feel sore. It was an early autumn afternoon, the sun was still scorching, the harsh sunlight made Snowlan's eyes a little astringent, and the strong physique that Astaro had given him had raised his endurance by more than a step, but in the end he was just a pampered and pampered earthling, not a pure barbarian raised by Mount Arret.

It was getting late, and in the blink of an eye, the sun was slowly setting in the west, and the convoy had finally reached the finish line: Rapids.

The convoy came to a halt on the edge of Rapids' central square, and several Segou soldiers lowered the board behind the wagon and shouted at the prisoners to get out of the car.

"Come down! We're here! "A Segou soldier brutally clubbed his spear to the ground and pointed his left hand at Arturius. Arturius, Snolan, and the other two rebel soldiers got out of their cars one by one. The Segou soldiers took them to the central square, which was now brightly lit and in the middle stood an execution table with the executioner standing next to it, and the execution table was crowded with people watching the excitement.

An officer-like Saigu man rode a horse, inspected the prisoners, and motioned for the clerk standing next to him to begin sentencing the prisoners.

"Every time I pronounce a name, the person whose name is pronounced comes to the stage." The clerk walked over to the execution table and shouted at the prisoners with a parchment.

"Chrislan ...... of Marlene Village"

With the clerk's shout, a man in the prime of life walked up to the execution table.

"You were sentenced to death for rebellion against the Empire, do you have any objections?" The clerk shouted at the man who was about to be executed.

"May you and your empire go to hell, coward!" The man who was about to be executed spat and cursed the Segou Empire.

"Prisoners have no objections, execution!" The clerk shouted, and the executioner pressed the man to the execution table. The man closed his eyes, and the executioner's axe fell, and he heard a "thud", and a human head rolled off, and then two Segou soldiers came up to clean up the poor man's body. At this time, the crowd of onlookers may gasp; or sympathize with the poor man's plight; Or cheer loudly to celebrate the empire's victory.

Snorlan also gasped, how could he, a five-good young man born under the red flag and grow up in the spring breeze, experience this? He couldn't help but feel a little scared, and at the same time a little desperate.

"Next...... Wait, who are you? Your name is not on the list. The clerk looked at Snowland.