The empty mountains are lonely, and the cold moon is like a hook.

The cold stars are suspended above the canopy, like a spot of light, like a chess cloth.

The earth was shrouded in misty night, and the hazy moonlight wrapped around the valley, and the valley at night was bleak and cold, like a desolate and inhabited next door.

The ground is full of flowers, the trees are verdant, and the whole air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and the fragrance of plants and trees, and the two fragrances are intertwined, which makes people fascinated.

Suddenly, a bird's cry pierced the lonely valley in the night, and countless flocks of birds flew at the end of the sky, and there were thousands of jackdaws.

This is a simple camp, the structure of the camp is very simple, a pile of firewood, is slowly burning, the flame is extremely calm, the slightest warmth comes from the fire, around the fire, there are four thick wooden stakes, four thick wooden stakes surround the fire in the center, several thick logs, are fixed on the wooden stakes, only the fist-sized gap is exposed, forming this simple camp.

The fiery red glow reflected by the fire shone in this humble camp.

Dry, yellowish weeds lay a thick layer on the ground, and a man of about seventeen years old, with his eyes slightly closed, lay on it, falling into a coma.

The man's memory began to flow, and the scenes in his mind flickered, and the sound of arguing during the day came to mind, "Go, go quickly, there are too many traces of wild beasts here, we must reach the next camp before dark, otherwise we will all be trapped here,"

"It's a pity, such a good meat shield was seriously injured, what should Brother Garon do?" Someone asked.

"With such a serious injury, carrying him is a burden, don't worry about him."

After the memory flowed here, it came to an abrupt end, and at this time Ares resolutely broke away from his eyes, and did not get up immediately, but glanced at this humble camp.

Strange and familiar filled Ares's heart.

After a long time, Ares sat up, looked at his dress, shabby, rough linen top, put on his body, the lower body was also a linen leggings, a pair of rootless flat shoes, whether it was a top or leggings, there were many gaps on them, from the traces of this gap, Ares could judge that it was cut by a branch.

A handful of the linen shirt on the upper body was removed, the bronzed skin had a metallic luster in the faint moonlight, revealing the scars on the road, the upper body muscles were tense, and the whole person seemed to be poured with copper and iron, full of strength and fierceness, and the muscle lines showed a wonderful harmony and smoothness.

But in front of his chest, there was a cut about the size of a palm, and the flesh and blood were rolling, revealing the ribs inside, and the wound was only two inches away from the heart.

Around the wound, the blood stains had dried up, no longer bright red, but dark red, and with Ares' gentle touch, the dark red blood coagulated together.

A stinging pain came from his chest, which was a pain that pierced into the bone marrow, making Ares frown, dripping cold sweat, condensed on Ares's forehead, and his brows continued to wrinkle together, and finally Ares couldn't bear it anymore, leaning on a stake, and wailing in pain.

The piercing pain made Ares numb, the pain was not as good as before, "click", the linen shirt that Ares took off, was torn into strips of cloth by Ares, one after another, was picked up by Ares and began to wrap around the wound on his chest, so injured, he didn't die, Ares was also extremely lucky,

After hastily bandaging, Ares's face was slightly red, dripping sweat had appeared on his forehead, his mouth was wheezing, leaning on a wooden stake, Ares's injury was not light, and a little exercise would seriously consume his physical strength.

"Is this the crossing," muttered the words from Ares' mouth.

Ares's eyes showed a confused look, recalling the scenes in his memory, and couldn't help but sigh that crossing is a happy thing.

Crossing for the living, may not be acceptable, suddenly transformed into a strange environment, there will be confusion and fear in the heart, people for the unknown, often have extreme fear, but crossing for Ares, is a happy thing, because Ares's memory clearly tells him that he is already a dead man, and now crossing, this is the second life of Ares.

Ares still remembers the darkness he fell into after his death.

Thinking about the endless darkness, Ares couldn't help but tremble, and a fear arose in his heart, the darkness was too silent, everything was still, and he couldn't feel the passage of time, what Ares could do was to remember, except for memories or memories.

The memories of the past, like a flood, continue to wash through with Ares's memories, extremely clear, his brain is like a computer, the memory is stored on the hard disk, with Ares's memories, the memory is called up, clear as watching 3D moving images, slowly flowing in Ares's mind.

It was the only benefit that Ares had gained for countless years in the darkness.

"Woohoo!" The sound of a wolf howling reached Ares's ears, but it interrupted Ares' thoughts.

In the misty night, empty and silent, the sound of the wolf's howl was so loud and clear, the sound gradually began to become clear, and finally, the sound of the wolf's howl seemed to sound in Ares's ears.

Even an idiot knows that this wild wolf is approaching this humble camp.

Ares subconsciously touched his side, but he touched it, and the one-handed sword in his memory was gone, so he quickly stood up and glanced at the simple camp, looking for tools that could be used as weapons, but in the final camp, there was nothing but a bunch of burning flames and pale yellow weeds under him.

"Damn it, you even snatched your only weapon," Ares finally scolded at this moment.

Although the memories of this body were incomplete and incomplete to Ares, some fragments of memories still clarified the current situation.

The original name of this body was Ares, a powerful name, the god of war in Greek mythology, the son of Zeus, the king of the gods.

Of course, in this world, it is not as majestic as in Greek mythology, otherwise it would not be injured and lie here.

The origin of the scars on his body, the root cause of everything is in this death trial, Ares, as an alternate professional, will come to the Death Valley before the Chengren Ceremony, and conduct the death trial, which is the fate of all alternate professionals.

This is a world full of divine grace, but also a world where monsters are rampant, and if humans want to fight monsters, they must obtain divine grace and become professionals.

Death trial, is a trial for alternate professionals to become professionals, Ares and a group of people who are also alternate professionals, entered this death canyon for death trial, in this more than a month, Ares this group of alternate professionals has been continuously attrition, from more than 20 people, to now only six people remain, the wound on Ares' chest that was opened by the beast was caused by saving people.

One-sided love, extremely bitter, saving people is seriously injured, and the other party still doesn't appreciate it.

In order to save his favorite Elena, Ares resolutely used his body to block the attack of the beast, and the sharp claws opened a palm-sized flesh and blood tumbling wound on Ares's chest, but what was the final result?

Needless to say, it can be seen that in the humble camp, only Ares was left alone, and the others disappeared, which is enough to see.

Ares was undoubtedly bitter, because Elena didn't like Ares at all.

Ares, who was seriously injured, was abandoned, and the scars on Ares' body were destined to become a burden, and the burden naturally belonged to the object of abandonment.

Rescue Elena, Ares doesn't have much opinion on this, after all, if it weren't for the rescue of Elena, who was seriously injured, Ares would not have been able to cross over, and live another life, even if he was abandoned, Ares is not surprised, the key is that the one-handed sword was easily looted, this is the fatal place.

Ares scolded angrily, walked to the fire, pulled out a burning wood, and then strode backwards, came to a stake, leaning tightly, diagonally facing the front, this humble camp, three directions, south, east and west, logs nailed to the stake, only the north side is exposed, so as long as Ares leans on the stake, there is no need to worry about the back, only the front will be in danger.

Several swift black shadows, accompanied by the hazy moonlight, Ares's eyes stared at the swift black shadow, and there was a sadness in his heart.

From the whining and howling sounds, Ares could tell that the beast was a wolf.

Wolves, usually social animals, that roar, is the roar of the summoning companions, come a wild wolf, Ares is not necessarily done, you must know that Ares's current condition, is in a state of serious injury, if it is intact and at the peak, Ares still has the strength to fight.

With the help of the light of the fire, Ares could already see clearly the number of wild wolves that appeared in front of him, one, three, one and a total of four wild wolves.

The wolf in the dark night, his eyes glowed green, and with the help of the glow of the fiery red fire, Ares could see that the wolf's sturdy body, brown hair, and sharp fangs covered the entire mouth, and the foul-smelling saliva continued to drip from the wolf's mouth to the ground.

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