"Lord Marsa, my soldier has opened the door, but the inside has already been ignited. My skeletons faltered in the face of the filthy flames, and I needed a little time to get used to them. ”

The corpse witch bent its body and buried its head deeply, the green flames in its eyes flashing with a sly light, but it placed its withered arm on its chest to express absolute obedience-

Madara has a strict hierarchy that makes anyone who tries to transgress fear it from the depths of their souls, especially since the necromancers behind the Black Code are naturally good at manipulating and playing with the pain of the soul.

The necromancer apprentice tapped his dark black silk robes lightly with his pale, slender fingers, and he stood on a hill overlooking the village below—the Buchi bells rang in the darkness, and human society was in deep fear.

But the nightmare had only begun, and not far away the army of skeletons was disappearing into the darkness in rows, and there was a reserve team hidden in the woods on one side, and he ordered them to release their arrows, and soon a wave of them would be released.

The next wave will use arrows that are on fire.

A dark blue flame, an icy soul fire.

A raging fire in the darkness will panic a creature, and he will create a little panic so that the skeleton soldiers can attack.

"How much time?" The future necromancer's voice was somewhat cold and sharp.

"This," the corpse witch lowered his head and estimated, "eight minutes, no, five minutes at most." ”

"I don't have that time, but I can leave a detachment of people for you. Eleven skeleton soldiers, is it enough, Kabuka? ”

"Abundance, my master."

The future necromancer sneered: "Be careful not to let the rats run away through the back door. ”

"Please rest assured, master, I have already made arrangements at the back door according to my master's instructions."

"Well, hopefully, I'll have good news when I'm triumphant, Kabuka," the necromancer apprentice pointed forward and glanced meaningfully at his men, "Now I'm going to accept the submission of this village and taste the eternal death that humanity enjoys in fear." But Martha, I hope my decision to attack in advance doesn't cause Sir Instarong any trouble—"

"As you wish, my lord." The Witch bowed his head deeply.

……

The room had become thick with smoke, flames licking out from under the smoke from time to time, and the rising flames not only blocked the invasion of the undead, but also blocked the view of humans.

The rising temperature had already made their backs hot, and the hot smoke and dust made them unable to open their eyes, and there were bursts of stinging pain in their throats and noses, but Sophie's heart was still cold.

What should he do?

"What's wrong?"

"Give me the hammer." The young man finally reached back. He listened, and in addition to the flames peeling and burning, he faintly heard a unique sound echoing among the mountains—the bells.

Bouch's wake-up call.

Martha was on top, hoping that the people in the village guard would be smart enough, and Sophie prayed silently in her heart. As for the militia, he didn't expect them to be just young people with a lot of enthusiasm, he just hoped that they would survive the night.

These people are the seeds of Eruin's future.

He immediately felt that he was thinking too much, maybe he wouldn't even be able to pass the following level, would he?

"Is there an enemy out there?" Miss Merchant, blinking, handed the hammer over.

"It's hard to say, but be prepared." Sophie tried to think on the bright side, but the better she thought, the worse the situation became, and he had to prepare more. He is a veteran warrior, and a veteran warrior does not rely on luck, but on caution.

"Brando."

"Huh?" He stopped opening the door.

"You seem to be a little different today."

Goofs?

Sophie's heart tightened. It's not right, it stands to reason that his personality is quite similar to Brando, and he inherited the latter's memory, how could he be seen so quickly?

"How......?" He couldn't help but ask a little nervously.

"Well, I can't tell, it's just a feeling." The future merchant lady thought for a moment and replied earnestly, "You're going to protect me, right, Brando?" ”

"What's wrong with that?"

"No, thank you."

"You don't have to send me a good person card, Miss Roman—"

"Huh?"

Sophie smiled slightly, but did not answer, but the tension in her heart dissipated a lot invisibly. He took a deep breath, tensed his body, gently pulled the latch of the door, and placed his hand on the cold doorknob.

It's going to open.

What kind of fate awaits him outside, a whole new world? Or a sudden death? God, you're not going to play me like that, are you?

However, it is taboo to speculate on the meaning of Lord Martha without permission.

"Miss Roman, if I count to three, you will rush out with me."

"Okay."

"Three ......"

"Hmm."

"Ouch."

"Sorry, I'm too nervous, I should have ...... in turn"

"It's okay, Brando......" Roman couldn't help but cover his little face, just now bumped into the young man's solid back, which made her face red, and her heart was pounding.

She wasn't such a shy person before.

However, Sophie didn't have the heart to understand the girl's thoughts, making such an oolong made him a little embarrassed, he remembered that he should be very calm, but it was just a few small skeletons.

He gritted his teeth and opened the door, and before the smoke cleared, a shining sword had pierced in.

Sure enough, there was an ambush.

Sophie's heart had never been so still, as if the thirty-one years of warrior experience in the game were now one with this life, and the black rose emblem of Romandela on the iron plate was so striking to his eyes—the sword of Madara drew a dazzling straight line.

Stiff, Sophie knows where the other party's weaknesses are-

He also knew that his strength could not be fought hard, and immediately pressed Roman sideways with his backhand to avoid it - he was only a line away, and the cold sword only cut through the placket of his clothes.

Sophie then slammed forward, and the smoke parted to reveal a skeleton's ribcage, with a crunch, and three ribs snapped backwards.

The skeleton couldn't hold back and stepped back, and the young man took the opportunity to rush out of the flames first.

He immediately looked around the battlefield, four skeleton soldiers - he couldn't help but gasp, if there were only one or two skeletons, he might still have the heart to scold his mother, and at this moment there was only a cold feeling in his heart.

It seems that God knows his temperament very well.

He only had one thought left: the other party really looked up to him, and he must have been treated as a scout.

Sophie thinks she's no better than the average human scout. Because in such a small place, there are scouts who are just ordinary hunters.

It's just that it doesn't seem to be a good thing that the table is too prominent......

He felt Roman holding his hand tightly behind him, the girl's subconscious actions revealed the nervousness in her heart, he wanted to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Looking up, the swarthy forest in the distance was just below the hillside, but how to cross the middle distance? He didn't have wings.

When the mountain wind blew, his soaked forehead was cold.

Four skeleton soldiers had already surrounded them.

What to do, close your eyes and wait for death? Sophie could only subconsciously protect the merchant lady behind her, and couldn't help but think that if she was still that more than one hundred and thirty level warrior, dealing with these bone frames was a matter of one move......

But there are no ifs in this world.

The reality is really hateful.

Wait, the grade? The young man suddenly realized that he seemed to have neglected something, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, yes, the Ring of the Wind Queen! He had obviously used the Wind Queen's Ring to kill a corpse witch and two skeletons, plus the bone frame that Brando had killed before he died, six points of experience!

In the game, it only takes five points of experience for a swordsman to go from level 1 to level 2, not to mention the militia?

The only hope is that this place will not be too different from the game - six points of experience, O all-knowing and all-powerful Lord Martha - as long as there is a new level, he will have a chance to escape.

Sophie knew that he didn't have much time, that the four skeletons were close in front of him, and that he might only have one breath, four seconds, life or death.

He cast a dark green patch on his retina as fast as he could imagine.

XP: 6 (Civilian Level 1: ―, Militia Level 1, 0/3)

Thank God!

He knew what he needed, and although it was a clear waste to invest his experience in a profession like a militia, he couldn't care so much about it at this moment.

It's better to waste than to be a cold corpse, isn't it?

"Militia, 6 XP, quick, let me level up!" He tried his best to meditate in his heart, and the four skeletons had raised the sword in his hand, and he felt the merchant lady behind him hug him tightly.

"Brando, they're coming!"

However, the number soon changed.

XP: 0 (Civilian Level 1: ―, Militia Level 2, 6/10)

A warm current flowed through Sophie's limbs, and he knew that he could get 0.1 energy level strength modifier and 0.1 energy level constitution modifier from the militia class, but none of that mattered-

You must know that the swordsman can get 0.2 energy levels in strength and physique when he goes from level 1 to 2, not to mention the extra improvement in dexterity and perception, so the militia is like a waste wood in comparison.

None of that matters, though.

Importantly, Sophie knows that when a character moves from level 1 to level 2, he gets the only three innate skills in his life to choose from.

Yes, for the first time.

That is, the fairest one.

It will be a new life for him.

He waited anxiously, for a second like ten thousand years, but finally the coat of arms that symbolized his personal talent shone on his attribute panel.

"Gifted skills, unyielding." Sophie's eyes seemed to light up a blazing flame, and with four long swords on his body, he only symbolically raised the masonry hammer, avoiding the important parts such as the head, heart, and abdomen.

Pounce, pounce, pounce.

At least three swords were plunged into the young man's body at the same time, and he had only one feeling - it was a pain!

However, Sophie knew that she would not fall unconscious from blood loss for at least five minutes, and would never die from any physical blow within half an hour.

Now he has only one chance, and that is to take Roman out of here and find the life potion for the rest of the time.

He didn't know if there was anything like that in this world, but he could only believe that there was.

Because he didn't have a choice.

"Brando!" Roman was so frightened that his voice changed.

"Hold on to me, Roman."

"I ......"

"Hold on to me!" The young man didn't have time to explain, and for a moment he couldn't help but be angry. Brando, who was covered in blood, was like a real hero at this moment, which made the girl can't help but be in a daze.

"I see, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Brando."

Sophie took a deep breath, he didn't know how many times he had done this, but he did need to calm down first. Although the inhalation made him feel a sharp pain in the wound as if it were torn, he knew that the pain was just an illusion for him at the moment......

The three skeletons drew their swords, and they froze for a moment. Because in their eyes, the human was gradually losing the heat of life, and another power was spreading out of his body.

Soul power.

The indomitable gift of discovering the fire of the soul within, is similar to the exorcism of the undead.

Therefore, the undead thought that Sophie at this moment was their kind, but there was a misunderstanding here. Because Sophie didn't think so, he gritted his teeth and swung his sledgehammer to knock all four skeletons flying.

This is not because the young man's strength has suddenly increased, but purely because it is completely unexpected by the other party.

Sophie grabbed Roman's hand and took the opportunity to rush out.

"Miss Roman." He said with a struggle as he ran.

"In, in."

"Listen up......" Sophie gasped, his hard-standing ability not overdrawn, and he already felt a little blurry around him.

All that was left was the whirring wind that surrounded me as I ran.

"Huh?"

"If I'm unconscious, take me to Buch, taking care to avoid Madara...... Go to the temple in town and look for ...... Life potion, do you understand? ”

"I—I understand, Brando...... You're not going to die, are you? ”

"I don't know, ahem...... Let's see what Martha-sama has to say......"

Sophie didn't know if Miss Merchant really understood, but he only had the strength to say so much, and the rest was like what he said - leave it to fate.

He couldn't help but look back, and in a blur, the hillside was blazing. He sighed and closed his eyes a little tiredly—was he really the otaku who was addicted to the game?

Maybe the past life is really far away from me at this moment.

I can't believe that I have such a brave and decisive day, maybe even if I die like this, I will feel at ease.

"Because I'm no longer a ...... of waste"

……

(PS. Can today's results make me three more, wait and see.)

I look forward to fewer pit book reviews in the book review area, and more book reviews like the Marshal of the Holy Dragon brothers.)