"Warning: Excessive blood loss, dying—"

"Warning: Cardiopulmonary function is declining, life is in danger—"

Sophie wakes up with the high-frequency warning tones of the previous fierce battle echoing in her head, like a file in your head, giving you a splitting headache.

By the way, he remembered that he was supposed to be in the game with his comrades in the Divine Force to defend against the undead army of Madara in the mountains of Olkhash, the lead-gray sky with a cold wind howling, and countless dark creatures pouring down from the dagger-like peaks, as endless as the Black Tide. An army of tens of thousands of skeletons, as well as corpse witches hidden in the sea of bones, bone dragons and cold ghosts hovering in the sky......

They are condemned to death.

His first reaction was to scold in his heart, those bastards with thorny fires, who were incompetent and had to involve their allies, actually let the enemy detour behind him, it was really unreasonable!

Then he had the heart to check his status, and it was a surprise that he didn't hang up, knowing that Madara's army had never left anything alive. But then he frowned again, and the wound was a little too outrageous—not only a fatal wound to the abdomen, but also a carrion poison.

Wait, carrion poison?

Didn't he already complete the task of perfecting his body, how could the body of the Silver Clan be eroded by these low-level darkness? BUG？ Officially, you guys are doing it?

He didn't have much time to question it, and the young man coughed weakly and barely sat up from the dusty floor—he realized that the darkness erosion was a trivial matter, and that it would be enough to find a priest to disperse it. And if he doesn't stop the bleeding in his own state, he is only afraid of dying of weakness, although he is not a top player, but at least he is also an old qualification, and he can understand these situations with just a little examination.

Sophie groaned, and casually removed the half-left skeleton frame in front of him. These low-level soldiers of Madara are like air in his eyes, and they have no existence - then again, it has been forty-four years of the second age, and Madara is still evoking these low-level cannon fodder, except for wasting soul energy, it is really useless, and sure enough, the brains of the wizards of the undead sequence in Okato have been completely corroded by negative energy, and they don't know how to change one by one.

He still had the heart to complain, but then he found that he had some difficulty pushing this skeleton away, and sure enough, the punishment in the weak state was not covered, and he could easily push away a bone dragon in normal times.

When did Sophie remember the last time she was in near-death weakness? Almost a few months ago. The combat power of the Divine Force is not blown, and if it weren't for the incompetent people of the Thorn Flower Fire this time, his immortal record is estimated to be maintained forever.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but feel gloomy again, the Templar forces were defeated, and it was estimated that the forum was lively again at this time.

And while thinking about these trivial things, he backhanded his backpack - but it was empty, and Sophie shook it for a moment, and then scolded.

"These bandits of Mardara!"

Scolding and scolding, he still has to find a way to stop the bleeding. At this time, it would be best if there was a cure, and it would be okay if you didn't do it, and bandages were fine. There should be no shortage of these things on the battlefield, and generally those cannon fodder backpacks are not patronized, and there are many healing potions and bandages in them, especially bandages, and he has seen a rookie carrying a full bag of bandages before the war.

Joke, thinking that you won't die if you carry more bandages?

He subconsciously tried to get up, but as soon as he rolled over, he froze - wait, is this still the mountains of Orkash?

He should have seen such a scene: the barren grass, the bare white rock canine teeth scattered on the steep hillside, the corpses strewn all over the field, the ravens flying over the silent battlefield, and Grace's broken Great Light Cross Flag fluttering on the hilltop, but the imaginary scene was not repeated in the eyes of the young man.

There was no northerly wind that shrieked through the night in the mountains of Orkhash, nor did it walk like a ghost in the shadows of the mountains, nor even the bone-chilling cold that could freeze the air under a layer of dry powder.

This qiē was like a hallucination, and when this illusion was shattered, he suddenly found himself lying on the floor of a quiet, dilapidated room, nailed by smooth wooden planks, and a pool of striking red blood......

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched his chest. But a stinging pain interrupted his movements, and the young man bared his teeth with a scream, the wound was his, and the blood was his......

But what is this place? He was vaguely familiar with the style of the room, with the main hall below the first floor, the cloister on the second floor leading to the rooms, and the guest rooms, kitchen, and storage room on the lower floor. By the way, this is the architectural style of southern Eruin, and it is not a room that ordinary civilians can afford to live in - although it is a little old, it can be judged that the original owner of this room must have some status.

To the south of Eruin, Sophie couldn't help but be in a trance.

How long ago was that? The sound of bagpipes in the mountains of Yusong and the border town of Buchi is melodious like a dream of the past. But now it wasn't Madara's territory, and in his memory Eruin had long since died, yes, in the Third War of the Black Roses.

"How could I be here!"

"Wait......"

"Buchi...... Butch. Sophie repeated the name of the place.

By the way, he remembered.

His name is Brando and he was born in Pragues. He had half of the blood of Brother Cardirego, half of whom came from his mother, but he was not distinguished by this noble bloodline. Because his father was only a civilian, although his grandfather's generation had participated in the November War and won the Order of the Candle, but in the final analysis, it was just a glorious knightly family in the past.

Wrong!

Sophie's heart suddenly became alarmed, what kind of mess this was. No, no, he is a Sophie and a citizen of the People's Republic of China.

But immediately a voice in his head told him—

"You're Sophie, and you're Brando."

Suddenly, a cold fear crept up Sophie's back, and he held his breath, suddenly realizing that there seemed to be something more in his memory. It was the memory of the young man named Brando, who flooded into his mind like a tidal wave, or rather an uninvited stranger who rushed in.

Sophie's breathing quickened, her pupils dilated, and he remembered the desperate and palpitating sword, and the terrible white skeleton of bones.

He struggled to get out of this horrific scene, but as his memories filled up, he became exhausted. His brain throbbed for a while, and he was sweating profusely on his forehead.

Ha, he suddenly remembered how he had come here - it had been a great battle, a terrible battle between Grace and Mardala of the Church Knights, a desperate battle, and he remembered that his character had died at the hands of a corpse witch.

After disintegrating the brilliant green light, the world was reduced to darkness......

That's the premise of the game, and death is supposed to last twelve hours, but who can explain it to him? Why did a normal death in the game lead him here?

The world-

He was in a state of confusion, and if there was one word to describe the only thought behind his messy thoughts, it was ridiculous.

Absurd!

He already understood what a ridiculous thing had happened to him, and he had crossed over!

The soul has traveled to this world, to a dead man named Brando!

No, it should be said that it is one.

Sophie's hands were clutched to the floor, and her knuckles were tingling. He looked at his hands, which were somewhat slender and sickly in their pale skin. Although he was prepared in his heart, he couldn't help but be startled, he was a citizen of the People's Republic of China, Han nationality, belonging to the Mongolian race, and his skin should reveal a healthy pale yellow, but if the characters in the game were adjusted, it must not be like this.

His heart was pounding, he had no master, he could say that he had all the memories of the original owner of this body in the short nineteen years of life, but on the other hand, he had no idea what he was facing.

Perhaps spiritually, he could feel the thoughts of the young man named Brando.

ideals, obsessions; What he loves, what he hates.

It's like a rebirth after 19 years of mental journey. The other party's qiē is your qiē, as if it was originally one, but the two long dreams are intertwined, which always makes people feel a little overwhelmed.

"I'm Sophie."

"But it's also Brando."

A feeling of fatigue welled up from the deepest part of Sophie's heart, spreading throughout her body in an instant. He finally let out a long breath, and finally calmed down a little.

Forget it, if it comes, it will be safe.

Sophie couldn't help but shake her head and looked at her hand again: "But this little bit of strength, it's embarrassing to call yourself the number one ...... swordsmanship" He thought of Brando, and couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly, but he unexpectedly felt a little relaxed, okay, leaving that world anyway.

However, a bolt of lightning pierced the darkness, and Sophie suddenly felt that this was not another opportunity given to him by God, and once ignited, this thought spread irrepressibly in his heart.

Because he remembered one more thing--

You can't go wrong, Eruin. It was a country that had died in the game, and the year of flowers and summer leaves in Brando's memory was the first era of three hundred and seventy-five years, and the history of the game has been written to: the fourth year of the second age! Like a person who suddenly finds himself a prophet of foresight, a terrible shiver can't help but sweep over Sophie's body.

Yes.

Here, no one is more familiar with what is happening and what is going to happen in this world than he is.

In the previous life, he did nothing and hid in the game to escape reality, but what does he have to do in this life to be worthy of his second life?

Sophie couldn't help but be in a trance.

It was the year of flowers and summer leaves, the year the First War of the Black Roses began. In this war, Eruin was defeated disastrously, but also embarked on the road of Zhongxing.

He happened to be the one who experienced this war firsthand. He remembered that he had only been exposed to the world of games for the first time, and that the first country he had chosen was Eruin, who had grown up in such a war.

The war began with a one-sided rout for Eru, and it was not until the arrival of the Burges Mountain Legion that the situation gradually improved, and Sophie remembered the terrible war vividly, having operated with the local garrison, but there was not a single survivor of it.

He is nothing more than an ordinary person, both in the previous life and in this life. Brando's swordsmanship was nothing short of a textbook raid in the early days of the war, swift and ruthless, and silent by the time the ancient kingdom reacted, the garrison in the region had already been wiped out.

On this day, Brando must have been met by the scouts of the Mardala army, and Sophie suddenly felt a chill rise up her spine, and only by surviving could she show her ambitions.

Knowing that he had to save himself, he had to find the tools to stop the bleeding, and the young man struggled to his feet by clutching onto the handrail on the dangling side of the hallway. Then he saw the structure of the room, and just as he had imagined, the architecture of southern Eruin was so familiar to him - because he had spent one of the most memorable moments here.

"Eruin, I'm back again—" Sophie couldn't help but say softly.