What Ibu didn't expect was that he just gave vent to his subconscious emotions for a moment, and it fell into the eyes of a group of teenagers who practiced swords, but it had an extraordinary, soul-shaking sensational effect.

For ordinary people or second-level warriors, against this frozen rock, even if you are asked to chop you with an axe for a whole day, it is impossible to be so strong and neat.

What is even more remarkable is that the cut of the frozen rock is so smooth and flat, and the ordinary steel-patterned greatsword in the hand of the Ievee Commander has not even a trace of the curled blade or the notch, which alone can imagine how powerful the attack power of the Ievee Commander Sword is.

"Is this the strength of a seventh-level warrior?"

Looking at the frozen rock with the smooth incision, a kind of eager longing formed a very longing expression on Simon's childish face.

At this time, Simon looked at Eevee's eyes, and the pupils inherited from the bloodline of the sword demon were shiny and wide.

It was filled with a passion like fire, and he stood there without blinking. A belief that had never existed before began to sprout in Simon's heart until it burned.

Simon's mouth and nostrils were also open, absorbing the cold air mixed with wind and snow around him; He looked straight ahead, thinking back to what his father had said not long ago, "The physical strength of a third-level warrior can open ice cracking stones, and a fourth-level warrior can gallop across the battlefield at will, and the legendary hero-level warrior who stands above the ninth level and surpasses the body refining period can split the ice peak with his sword, crisscross the continent with his absolute strength, and become a true uncrowned king." In addition, a heroic archmage can summon forbidden spells to destroy a city and tens of thousands of legions in the blink of an eye. In a gesture, the strength of a hero and a strong man can even be more respected than an emperor......"

More revered than an emperor...... I can't imagine this.

Level 4 warriors can gallop freely across the field, not so long ago. Such a legend also made Simon feel unbelievable.

But after he listened to his father's personal narration and witnessed the strength of the fourth-level warrior, Simon's heart boiled.

An indescribable, irresistible door of the strong man, half-opened and half-hidden in front of him, made the heart of a strong man who had just turned twelve years old no longer able to resist.

"Simon, if you want to shoulder the glory of Lol Cardin, gradually restore the former glory of the Glorious Empire. You'll have to put in a lot of effort to become a level 4 warrior. Then you can become a powerful knight. ”

The whisper of the cold wind came to my ears. His father's hope seemed to echo in Simon's ears again.

Simon clenched the wooden greatsword in his hand, his eyes full of longing, and in the dark, eagerly watching the goal in his heart. "Is it just a fourth-level warrior? Father! Simon will not disappoint you, will not disappoint my king! ”

As the weather on the ice field became worse in the evening, his mouth was wide open, like a funnel, pouring the thinner and thinner air from the ice and snow. Make a strong dream in your heart.

At this moment, there was a persistent belief that gripped Simon's heart tightly, as it was at the age of three. With a dinner knife in his arms, he made up his mind to break through the ice field.

Although I am afraid of the vast unknown, I am afraid to try it, as if there is some force urging me all the time.

Meanwhile. Wu Song's eyes flashed with an extraordinary light.

……

…………

Lying quietly on the ground, looking at a rare beam of light. Falling from the top of the magic kiln. Shining on the silent corpses and a pile of bright red wriggling intestines. A striking puddle of blood, mixed with sewage beneath the corpse, formed a complex mass of water.

Several scarlet-furred 'rats' scurried past Han Bo very boldly, dragging away their intestines or biting the corpse to 'crunch' and eat.

Despite this, on Han Bo's dirty face, there was still a very dumb expression.

"Death, for me, is a relief!"

The young man, who had just died, had said this to Han Bo more than once.

"But why do you still feel pain when you watch him die?"

Han Bo's only explanation for himself was, "Maybe he's the only friend he has here." ”

In his mind, the chaotic scene just now kept flashing, and then he thought of his fate in this life, and then he thought of his previous life......

This kind of dumb expression lasted until a piercing whistle suddenly sounded from the depths of the unknown magic kiln, and the 'rat' nervously grabbed the ground, and Han Bo's brain suddenly sobered up.

Han Bo got up from the ground with a bone, endured the great pain in his chest, glanced sadly at the corpse next to him, and then stumbled forward a few steps with difficulty.

At this time, the murderer who had just killed suddenly blocked in front of him.

Looking at the burly thug without a single hair in front of him, Han Bo was very vigilant and ducked to the side, symbolically baring his fangs. saw that the other party remained still, and his restless muscles trembled on a scarred face, as if he wanted to say something.

……

Woo woo woo woo -

The whistling like a ghost's cry continued.

The burly alien without a single hair, his heart jumped sharply at the moment he heard the whistle, his lips trembled, and he whispered, "Damn it! Majesty God of War, if I offend you, please forgive my sins. Bless...... Make sure I don't die, because of a munck with a sharp-beaked monkey cheek. ”

For some special reason, he accidentally injured Han Bo, which made the burly thug named Falk feel very uneasy.

Maybe it's because of the disdain in the heart, or because of the psychology of the race.

Faced with a human like Han Bo, a lowly and ugly human race in the eyes of an alien race, this made the burly thug finally give up the urge to apologize that had reached his lips.

I saw that he gently placed the bloodstained black clay pot in his hand in front of Han Bo, and then used his stiff fingers to draw a 'sword cross' on his chest, and slowly retreated into the darkness, silently observing Han Bo's every move.

……

Magic Kiln ――――

A corner that has been completely forgotten and spurned by the world.

Even if there was a faint light, the darkness in the dark corners was as thick as black velvet.

It's home to all sorts of vicious aliens, criminals, and bastards, as well as some mysterious beings whose identities are unknown.

As a human, Han Bo was able to survive in the Demon Kiln for more than two days. This luck is not accidental.

The world is big, but the rules are everywhere.

Even in this huge magic kiln, in prison, he still can't escape the shackles of the rules.

For most prisoners, one of the rules of the magic kiln is not to provoke this 'Munk', the reason is only because there is a existence behind this Terran Munk that cannot be provoked. The lesson of two days ago has been etched in the hearts of many people, and it cannot be forgotten to this day.

An alien elder named Fack has a huge head. A burly man, he hid in the shadows, quietly and intently carrying the blood-soaked axe in his hand, and carefully wiping the bloody blade off the blade with a rag. The muscles of his arms were unusually powerful, and the heavy, gold-trimmed axe handle was like a toy in his hand. He picked up the entire axe demonstratively, then reached out and used only one finger to get the axe to its feet.

“…… The heroes of Lol Cardin are like the frozen war bears of the sky. ”

Maybe it's because the whistle is too depressing. At some point, from Han Bo's mouth, a low and passionate rhythm suddenly came.

“…… Tread the earth of the world and save the lost lamb from the clutches of the ice wolf. ”

It fell on Han Bo's ears. From the lowest demon kiln area to the west, someone quickly stood up and responded.

has been sung countless times, and Han Bo has long memorized the lyrics behind it. This is a war song, an ancient war song belonging to the people of Lorkadan. It is also his highest calling.

“…… War Bears are on the attack. United, fraternal and guarding the borders of the Terrans, the Lorkadan is unparalleled in his generosity towards humanity. ”

“…… Those who follow me prosper. Those who oppose me will perish until all hardships and dangers are a thing of the past. ”

The medium magic kiln areas to the south and north also gradually had sporadic reactions. Han Bo's nerves couldn't help but be tensed, and he knew in his heart that this was a dangerous signal!

“…… The orcs that surround the Terrans are really boring. ”

“…… Lol Cardin will blast the orcs to the slag, bathe them in their blood, and then bow deeply and thank you to become cannon fodder for the most powerful empire in the world! ”

This war song encapsulates the hatred of all the Lolcadan towards their long-cherished enemies.

For Han Bo, he is not only summoning a team of 100 warriors, but also trying to summon the king of Lorkadan and save her from this magic kiln and cage.

Yesterday, as the day before yesterday, he had a complete failure and had no effect.

Han Bo dragged the black jar stained with his friend's blood, and under the escort of a terrible whistle that urged him, he walked forward with difficulty.

In the course of this long process, he saw the heads of people in the shadows of the corners, and although none of them made a move, it was not difficult to see from the eyes of these people that even as prisoners, they could not hide their raging anger against the orcs. As well as countless bright weapons, bloodthirsty people who want to slit the throat of a human race**.

This kind of hostility and murderous aura almost oppressed Han Bo out of breath. It's like being in hell, dancing with death, being watched by a group of demons who are always trying to devour you.

"In fact, this is a projection of real hell. Perhaps, he was right, death is not terrible. It's a path to eternal liberation! ”

Han Bo looked around vigilantly while sighing bitterly in his heart.

Spending two days in this dark magic kiln was like spending two years, it was not the first time he had felt this kind of death-like depression, but it was the first time that he had the idea of giving up.

It's just the thing that gave birth to this thought, not the fear of being around.

From the very beginning, there has never been fear in his heart, and there is only loneliness and sadness that cannot be described in words.

Not long ago, Han Bo had everything that a normal human could have.

Standing up to the sky and striving for self-improvement has always been his immortal faith, but it's a pity that it ...... Since that night, Han Bo has woken up and suddenly found himself in another unspeakable image, existing in a strange enclosed space and a bizarre world that seems to be understood.

Alone in the face of everything mysterious and unfamiliar, he persevered for two years, which made Han Bo almost unbearable.

The reason why a strange 'ghost' protects itself is nothing more than to store a fresh piece of food. After all, in this dark magic kiln, a human is rare. When the other party decides to start, it may be tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or it is more likely to be tonight.

Han Bo is convinced of this.

So, when he fetches water for this 'goblin'-like creature, he comes back.

A pungent rancid smell filled the air. There is no fresh smell of blood, which proves that the other party has not eaten all day today.

When 'it' opens its eyes. In the blur, the blood basin opened its mouth, revealing its hideous fangs.

Han Bo was directly aware of what was about to happen, so he was desperate and hysterically shouted a series of Lol Cardan battle songs.

Heroes of Lol Cardin,

Take the oath in the name of Lol Cardin's Affairs Officer, Han Bo

Kill evil forever in the bud

The Son of the War Dragon spilled his own blood

The bitter cold wind poked at the warrior's spine

Carry the tomahawk on your shoulder and sing loudly~

A lamb that steps on the earth and saves his life from under the fangs of the ice wolf.

The Sons of War Dragons have never been stingy with kindness and kindness

The Lore Cardin people will give you a brotherly hug.

The walls of the city were as white as frost

The magnificent temple is what our hearts want

We will eventually return

Restore our former glory

With our blood and courage, we will eventually rebuild our homeland

The banner of the war dragon roared and fluttered in the wind and snow

The mountains are shaking, the earth is shaking,

The warrior's fury was unstoppable

Teach orcs to appreciate the roughness of the hook axe~

.................. "My sword, shining with the brilliance of color!" ”

When Yang Jiangong finally connected with Han Bo, when he appeared in this dark magic kiln, seeing an unknown monster, he immediately backhanded a sword and smashed it out, hitting the opponent's face. Including the eyeballs that had exploded, it was a long, deep gash with white flesh and bright red blood oozing out of the flesh.

"The order has been given." , More than two hundred Lorkadan warriors, including Cao Feng, fell in the sight of many alien prisoners in the Demon Kiln with an arc-shaped light curtain, and behind each light curtain, there was a Radiant Warrior or Radiant Swordsman wearing heavy helmets and stepping on heavy armor combat boots, bracers, arm guards, and shin guards.

The injured ghost rushed up again, only to see the green tendons on Yang Jiangong's arms bulging, and the muscles quickly protruding on his shoulders and arms. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he slashed the sword of Maia in his hand diagonally with the strongest force.

With a "bang", the unhindered cutting directly shook the ground. Blood splattered from the scene, and the huge goblin-like creature was neatly split into two pieces from the shoulders to the abdomen. (To be continued......)