What would it be like to be able to touch that world with your own hands?

Mukai had thought so more than once.

But I never thought that one day I would be in this world.

A world created by God.

When he woke up, Mukai found himself lying on a bumpy cart, with bags of oats and potatoes, some large and small packages, and all kinds of messy miscellaneous items piled on top of each other.

The upper body was covered with bandages, and the red blood stains leaked out, forming a blood line from the left shoulder to the right ribs, and it looked as if the entire upper body had been cut diagonally.

The pain and blood loss caused him to be very weak, and the remnants of his body's memories were running through his mind, and as he regained consciousness, Mukai was so uncomfortable that he almost vomited.

Luckily, he doesn't even have the strength to vomit now.

"I didn't die from such injuries, what a tenacious guy!"

In fact, it is already dead.

Mu Kai laughed at himself silently, turned his head, and only saw a vague figure next to him.

He blinked, his pupils began to focus, and the figure became clear, it was a female orc.

Gray-green skin with a healthy glow, a strong and sturdy body, black hair tied into many small braids, and a reinforced leather armor looks neat and neat.

The most striking thing is her eyes, which are bright and wild, with red flame totems tattooed at the corners of them, with a mysterious and dangerous aura, and when she looks at you, it seems to be provocative at any time.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Kylemore, you can call me Kai too."

Despite the headache and weakness, he bred up and answered the female orc's question.

The combination of a strong physique and a mysterious tattoo gives the female orc a natural sense of oppression, giving Mukai the feeling of facing a dangerous beast.

"You're brave, Kai." The female orc nodded solemnly, "You can call me Cardina." ”

Cardina looked strong, but her voice was a little immature, and Mukai didn't know how to tell the age of the orcs, but guessed that the female orcs should not be very old.

"Thanks, Cardina."

Mukai weakly thanked the female orc, not politely in response to her compliment, but because she had saved his life.

The voices of others were heard from the side, but they were no longer very clear, and the memories were like a raging wave slapping towards him again.

There is no escaping and there is nowhere to run.

The original owner of this body was a fifteen-year-old boy named Kelmore, who was silent and even a little wooden.

There are not many memories left, only those profound memories have been preserved, and because of this, the emotions contained in those memories are incomparably deep and heavy, almost crushing Mu Kai's will.

When I was a child, I ran around the village with my friends and played the childish games that children played.

When I grew up, I climbed trees outside the village and went swimming bare-bottomed.

Although he will always be a follower, he still feels happy.

Treasured in a box, all kinds of knick-knacks made of wood and clay.

Grilled meaty steaks and sweet, sticky pastries at the New Year's festival.

Under the stars, in the warm embrace of my mother, I listened to the stories I had heard so many times.

In his spare time, he pestered his father to teach archery and military swordsmanship.

Lying in the shade of a tree while herding sheep fantasizes about becoming a powerful adventurer.

There is also Lily, the youngest daughter of Uncle Jim's neighbor's family, I don't know when it started, and the girl who grew up together gave him a throbbing feeling in his heart.

If it weren't for those invaders, this would be the whole life of Kelmoren, a fifteen-year-old peasant boy, simple, peaceful, poor, and a little sweet and longing.

The people who had fled from the north brought news of the invaders, and the army of Glesia set foot on the land of Gurudin.

Everyone packed up their belongings in a panic and fled for their lives to the nearest town, Barnices.

Every family in this village has some sheep, more than a dozen, and some seven or eight, which are their most important property, and everyone is reluctant to throw them away.

No matter how anxious they were to get the sheep on the road, they were not surprisingly overtaken by a ten-man scout detachment from Grecia at the three-way junction near the Pamir collecting grounds.

Those invaders from another continent were as cold and cruel as swords in their hands, and without saying a word, they went on a killing spree.

The land of Gurudin was snatched by the ancestors from the orcs and lizardmen, and the friction with the foreign race has never stopped, and it is often attacked by wild beasts.

A few men of prestige took the lead, and the young, strong villagers stood in front with axes and sickles.

No matter how brave a farmer is, he is still a farmer, and for those professional soldiers who have been licking blood at the knife for many years, they are like docile sheep.

Casualties were present the moment the two sides came into contact.

He saw a cold-eyed aggressor dodge the dung fork that Uncle Jim had stabbed sideways, and the sword poked out like a viper, and Uncle Jim's eyes widened in horror, and he threw down the dung fork, covered his bloody throat with both hands, and slowly fell to his knees.

Almost at the same time, the blades of several invaders were stained with the blood of the villagers.

The sudden death made the villagers collapse immediately, they were just a group of farmers who worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, when had they experienced such bloodshed?

Someone is running for their lives.

Someone rushed up with rudimentary weapons.

Someone was tugging at those who were about to rush up.

In the chaos, he saw Lily covering her mouth with her hands while tears raining down, staggered by the flustered flow of people, like a weak moon bowl flower in a storm.

The resistance of the peasants was broken at the cost of only a small injury, and the invaders surrounded them from the flanks with half of their men, apparently not sparing any of them.

As the vanguard force, the task includes blocking the news in addition to exploring the way, killing all the people along the way, and the news will naturally not be spread.

Of course, the real reason for them to be so cold-blooded is not loyalty to the Empire, but the clanging of gold coins.

The continent of Glesia is a barren world, and the upper echelons of the empire may have their own strategic intentions, but for the soldiers at the bottom, they have crossed the ocean to the continent of Aden for only one purpose, and that is to rob this rich land.

A farmer with a sword barely held off his enemy, and that was his father.

His father, who was also taciturn, was recruited by his lord as a militia soldier for two years as a young man, participated in the battle against the lizardmen, and was rewarded by the lord.

But after all, it's a long memory, and the hand that is used to the hoe must not be able to use a murderous sword, and in the face of a ruthless enemy, my father has no power to fight back, and there are already several wounds on his body, and he may be killed by the enemy at any time.

"Run!"

The boy broke free from his mother's trembling hand, thrust her into the fleeing crowd, turned and removed the short bow that hung from his shoulder, and drew a wooden arrow from his quiver and put it on the string.

Shoot, aim, and fire.

The moment the wooden arrow left the string, he knew that he could hit the target, there was no reason, it was purely a gut feeling.

Because learning things slower than other children, because of Mu Ne's character, he will never be irritable and frustrated, if there is something that he can't learn and can't do well, he will only practice over and over again.

He'd done this set of archery moves too many times, and every time he felt this way, he would definitely hit the target.

A contemptuous sneer appeared on the corner of the invader's mouth, although the farmer in front of him had mastered some swordsmanship, he was too rusty, and he was fighting with all his blood, and a random feint made his opponent show his chest.

In the next moment, his sword can cool down his opponent's blood.

Sou!

A cold arrow that suddenly came out of nowhere hit him in the face, and the sneer turned into a short scream.

The power of the short bow is very limited, and it is difficult to pose a threat to elite soldiers when prepared, and even if the arrow is hit, the leather armor can play a good role in protection, but this arrow hits the cheek without any protection.

It was not a fatal wound, but in the moment of panic due to the severe pain, the opponent took the opportunity to cut his neck.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, and the exhaled breath seemed to take away his calmness and luck as well.

The second arrow missed, and the arrow flew past the shoulder of one of the Glesian soldiers.

Although it was a false alarm, the soldier's panicked dodging posture was very embarrassing, which made him a little annoyed.

He cut down a farmer with an axe in front of him, charged at the boy, and easily used his sword to block the third arrow shot by the boy, grinning cruelly.

The boy instinctively turned and ran backwards, and when he turned around, he saw Lily not far away falling with a blank face, blood gushing out of the pierced chest and back, and then the long sword pierced into the back of another woman.

That back was all too familiar to him, it was his mother, the mother who always looked at him with the most tender gaze.

Sadness, anger and despair reached its peak, and my mind went blank with the only thought of killing that person!

He fired the fourth arrow, and the feeling of hitting the target returned.

At a distance of more than thirty paces, the short bow will also have a strong lethality, and when that person senses danger, there is no time to dodge, and can only watch the sharp arrow pierce his neck.

Although it did not penetrate, it shattered the cervical vertebrae.

That's enough.

There was a sound of breaking wind behind him, and the boy turned away, and the Glethian soldier who was chasing him had rushed in front of him in a furious rage.

A cold light flashed in front of him, the sharp blade cut through the flesh and bones, blood gushed out, and he felt a void in his abdomen, he knew that it was the internal organs that slipped out, but he was not afraid, only infinite anger and despair in his heart.

A blade of sword emerged from the soldier's chest, the old blade worn out, and he recognized it as his father's sword at a glance.

Then the boy saw his father's desperate face.

Even when the soldier stabbed his sword into his chest with his backhand, the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he fell with the enemy in despair.

I'm going to kill you! Kill all you invaders!

The boy shouted in his heart, the bow was still in his hand, and sadly he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, and he could only watch the familiar people fall in a pool of blood one by one.

The killing soon ended, and the invaders scavenged for their belongings while mending their knives.

At this moment, a group of fleeing people came from the other road, and about twenty farmers with weapons ran shouting, but two half-orcs rushed to the front, which stood out.

Before his consciousness dissipated, the boy had a strong unwillingness, and the only obsession in his heart was revenge.