I've thought about this chapter for a long time.,It's still going to be sent out as an extra.,After all, it's too slow to put in the text.,But if you don't write it, I'm afraid everyone will have doubts about the narrative of the later text.。 Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info everyone should have watched a small theater. :)

Rong Zixin felt very uncomfortable.

However, after running for three miles with a weight of 80 pounds, he began to breathe disorderly, his eyes were black, and he looked like he was about to break.

The feeling of being powerful and unable to do it made people feel irritated from the bottom of their hearts, and Rong Zixin had just entered the game before he could figure out the situation, and he was rushed towards a place by a bunch of soldiers in a mess. In this high-speed movement of people, there is no second option but to go with the flow, and the clanging of armor is endless.

Looking at his body, he found himself wearing a suit of chain mail, a long sword pinned to his waist, in the style of a medieval Scottish broadsword, and a heavy half-length shield behind his back. The big green-eyed man with a few bird feathers stuck in his helmet at the front kept giving all sorts of commands in his hoarse, high-pitched voice, and no one in the group spoke, and they didn't seem willing to waste a little more energy except gasping for breath.

The blazing sun's rays pierced through the layers of leaves, stabbing his head and face on his body, and Rong Zixin sighed at the reality of this game while shaking off his sweat. His mouth was so dry, and the people around him were no better, all of them gasping for breath with a purple face and sticking out their tongues. The speed of the team dropped significantly, and the bird feather helmet in front of him was so angry that he couldn't stop scolding.

"Valker, I can't do it, pull me."

Rong Zixin looked back at the dirty hairy hand on his shoulder armor, and a soldier with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks gasped like a fish that was about to die.

A translucent light screen suddenly appears in the air, showing a 3D image of the current character and some basic data.

Valk Eklary

【Identity】Second Sergeant of the Bravo Kingdom (3rd Detachment of the Wolf Guards of Mount Charles)

【Class】Shield Guard

[Strength] 24

[Constitution] 20

[Endurance] 18

[will] 16

Dexterity: 9

[Perception] 10

【Combat Skills】Spisis Charge Tactics, Bravo Infantry Basic Swordsmanship

The light screen appeared for about 30 seconds and then automatically dissipated in the air, Rong Zixin wanted to take a closer look but didn't know how to activate it, only remembered that now his own profession is a shield guard, and there are two other combat skills. However, I don't know how to use it now, and there is nothing similar to the skill icon in the entire field of vision.

But now is not the time to think about this problem, the weight of a person behind him is really dying. Rong Zixin really wanted to kick it over, but he was afraid of causing bad consequences similar to infighting, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

The sky gradually darkened, and the black clouds in the north surged like a group of demons dancing wildly. Rong Zixin struggled to look up, and this woodland was about to come to an end. Dull thunder poured overhead, and waves of heat mixed with damp vapor beat endlessly against the tired men in the ranks.

There was a strange sound faintly, noisy, like a roar and a wail, mixed with the thunder to make people have a headache to listen to. When the view was no longer blocked by the cascading trees, the green eyes of the team leader finally gave the order to slow down, Rong Zixin sniffed deeply, and the heavy fishy smell wrapped in a burnt stench tearing at his olfactory nerves.

Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the burning land beyond the jungle and reflecting the pale faces of everyone in the team.

From the edge of the forest where they were to the red-black basin in front of them, the severed limbs and tattered swords and armor paved the way of death like yellow leaves blown off by the wind in late autumn. Rong Zixin looked at a corpse not far away with only a head and half of his shoulders left, and that face showed an incredible mixture of emotions at the last moment of his life. Horror, anger, and a strange combination of deep surprise and wide open eyes seemed to suck the staring man into the infinite hell.

Rong Zixin gasped heavily, people living in a peaceful society would inevitably feel a little uncomfortable when they saw such a tragic war scene. The green eyes had collapsed, falling to their knees and roaring to the sky, the soldiers' eyes were dark, and some of them were lying on the ground in pain, hiding their faces and crying.

Green-Eyes struggled to his feet, pulling away the two soldiers who tried to support him, gritting his teeth and tears running down his dusty face. He walked into the ruins of the battlefield, closed the eyes of a warrior who was unwilling to do so, and pulled out a smudge-covered and torn military flag from under him, and a hideous wolf head snorted in the emerald green ring of thorns.

The soldiers gathered around, and the green eyes spread the flag on a relatively flat ground, drew his sword, slashed it on his left wrist, and let the blood drip on the flag along his arm, and shouted: "The blood debt will be paid with blood, and I, Harian Akdam, in the witness of the mother goddess Glahis, swear that I will not avenge this and die without looking back!" ”

Zheng Zheng Zheng drew his sword with the sound of a sword, seeing that the brothers of life and death who had climbed the ice and snow together in the past, and came and went in the wind and rain in the past, all of them died tragically after a few days of separation, these men also had red eyes, and they all slashed their wrists and sprinkled their revenge on this banner that had brought them countless glory, and in a blink of an eye, the green military flag was dyed dark purple.

"If you don't take revenge, you won't look back!"

Rong Zixin stood at the end of the line with a frown, recovering from the shock just now, he couldn't help but feel deeply puzzled, what is the special significance of the system substituting itself into such a scene? From the beginning to the present, there was no hint, although it was possible to roughly infer what had happened based on the current situation, it was nothing more than that the unit to which he belonged received a distress signal from other comrades-in-arms, and hurried to the place only to find that it was still a step too late.

But a lot of information is still not available, who is his enemy? Why this near-massacre fiasco? Will the losing team survive? But what good is it for you to know this?

Rong Zixin tried to find out the answers to these questions by recalling all the scenes he had experienced and the pitiful background profiles on the official website, and suddenly his eyes were empty, and he found that everyone was holding their wrists and staring at him with red eyes, and the team split into a path, and the green-eyed Harian stood at the end of the road holding the military flag that had turned purple and black.

"What are you still doing in a dazeValk, don't you want to avenge our comrades?" A stout soldier weighing at least two hundred pounds yelled at Rong Zixin.

Under the pressure of these needle-like gazes, Rong Zixin had to pretend to be sad and angry and slowly walked towards Harian. Harrian bowed his head slightly, but his spine didn't bend in the slightest. There was no sadness on his face, but it was easy to read his loyalty and steadfastness in his emerald eyes. There is no doubt that he will fulfill his oath until it is fulfilled, even if it is at the cost of his life.

A pure soldier and a fool, Rong Zixin thought to himself. Looking around, everyone took off their helmets, lowered their swords on the ground, and whispered prayers. He shook his head, slashed his backhand sword into his arm, and watched as his own blood seeped into the banner in Harion's hand.

Rong Zixin looked at his wound, dark red plasma like a small snake winding around his palm. He was very measured, just enough to lose too much blood but let the blood flow smoothly. Suddenly there was a system prompt in my ears:

[The current default pain perception is 5% realistic, is it changing?] 】

It felt like being bitten by a mosquito, and from the beginning to now, the system is finally willing to take care of itself. If being injured is a condition, does it mean that the previous episodes have not met a trigger requirement? Rong Zixin started brainstorming again, while planning to turn up the pain a little more to see if it would be unbearable.

At this time, a soldier hurriedly ran to Harian's side to report the situation to him, with a sad expression: "Report to the captain, we have found the bodies of Captain Barron and Captain Demps here, as well as many children of the reservists, it is estimated that ...... I guess we're the only ones left with the mountain wolf......"

"Those who attacked us, who want to eat our mountain wolves, it is not enough to rely on Flores's cavalry." Harrian's expression didn't change much, still carefully wrapping the blood flag in his cloak.

"But Captain...... We did not find the bodies of soldiers of other units. The soldier looked like he was about to cry.

Harian froze.

"Are you saying that so many of our brothers were killed in one spot?"

"No...... No, the scouts searched most of the battlefield and found nothing to catch their breath. Except for a few charred and unrecognizable corpses, it's all our brothers! ”

A blast of thunder above his head made Rong Zixin shiver, and the cumulonimbus clouds completely exploded, and the rain pillar smashed so that people couldn't open their eyes.

"Report, about thirty corpses of the Wind Wolf Cavalry were found in the north, as well as Lord Charles's belt."

Another soldier knelt in front of him with a brocade ribbon embroidered with a gold/wolf head in both hands. Harrian stared at the wolf's head as if his pupils were about to fall out, and muttered, "Isn't Lord Charles in White Maple Castle, and isn't the Wind Wolf guarding Gustav in the east?" What's going on, what's going on! He hurriedly pulled out the letter of help from the white maple fortress from the inner lining of the cuirass, and the expensive yellow cotton paper was instantly drenched by the torrential rain, and the maple leaf seal in the lower right corner was a disgusting red.

A terrible scream rang out from the left, and a warrior searching the battlefield slowly collapsed in disbelief, clutching his pierced chest, revealing the terrifying figure behind him.

The killer had only one right arm, half of his face was torn open and his molars were clearly visible, and the rain rolled down the blackened wound, bringing out streams of yellowish pus. He quickly drew his bloodied sword from the soldier who was still twitching on the ground, limping but not slowing towards the other man closest to him.

Rong Zixin watched blankly at the corpses that had been lying on the ground and slowly got up one by one, raising his sword towards his former comrades with gray eyes.

"Necro spell!"

"Obonda's garbage!"

"Dog/Day Flores actually colluded with the necromancer! Does he want to be spit on by the whole kingdom? ”

Screams rang out one after another, and the scene was suddenly chaotic, with ugly roars squeezing out of the throats of corpses everywhere. A corpse soldier suddenly got up from behind Rong Zixin, and cut off the head of a big sword missing a hole, Rong Zixin had already raised the shield in his hand, and subconsciously raised the shield and shrank his body behind the shield.

The big sword bell smashed on the shield, cutting off one of the eyes of the giant green wolf painted on the shield.

[Skill "Shield Counterattack" (Spisis Charge Skill) is completed in front, is it activated?] 】

Subconsciously determined, Rong Zixin suddenly felt a huge force controlling his horizontal shield to knock away the corpse soldiers, and then quickly sent the sword into the opponent's wide open mouth.

The corpse soldier fell down with a bang, and the full life bar on the top of his head instantly fell to the bottom. Looking at the small green words in the lower right corner of his gaze, Rong Zixin gasped thoughtfully.

The soldiers passively held their shields to protect themselves and slowly approached Harion's side, Harion's face was extremely ugly, and before he had time to think about it, he raised his shield and slammed it on the head of a corpse soldier, shouting: "Array, go south and retreat into the woods!" Do not hesitate to surpass these desecrated brothers with the sword in your hands! ”

"Yes!" The warriors immediately formed a team of ten, stacking the shields layer upon layer to form an arrow formation, protecting the people in it, one person controlling the direction, five people maintaining the formation, and four people pushing forward.

The powerful kinetic energy knocked over the corpse soldiers who were cutting their shields headlessly, but more and more corpses stood up and joined the blocking team, and ten corpses couldn't stop it, so they pounced on twenty, thirty. The Mountain Wolf Guards went deep into the battlefield and inevitably fell into a siege. In this case, if you can't keep the formation intact and fall into the quagmire of fighting on your own, then all these hundreds of people will have to be buried here.

More than 20 shield arrays formed a semi-arc, and in the center were Harian and more than ten elite soldiers, who were responsible for pressing the formation and breaking the back, and Rong Zixin was also mixed in it, because he didn't know how to line up at all. This part of the pressure was the greatest, cutting down one and immediately pounced on three, and before they could run a few tens of meters, four or five fighters were left behind.

【Task Trigger】

[Story Mission: Escape]

Rong Zixin, who was struggling to resist the attack of the corpse soldiers, didn't hear the prompt sound of the system at all, even if he was puzzled, there was no possibility of thinking now. Personal bravery is insignificant in a battle of this scale, the shield carries the knock of three swords, Rong Zixin is still very unaccustomed to his current sense of control over his body, and when he turned around to defend against an attack behind him just now, he had a feeling that his head had turned but his body had not yet reacted. kicked away a corpse soldier holding his calf with all his might, but he was suddenly accidentally taken by the other party.

The short corpse soldier on the opposite side stabbed at the flaw and stabbed at it. It was too late to block, Rong Zixin's eyes widened and his scalp was numb, and the breath of death came to his face.

A big hand grabbed Rong Zixin's shoulder armor and pulled it back forcefully to avoid the killer blow, and two soldiers covered his evacuation. Rong Zixin turned his head to meet a pair of green eyes that were already red, even though he knew that this was a game, but this impeccable realism still made his heart beat.

Harian looked at Rong Zixin's pale face and suddenly smiled: "The young man who just came up from the reserves, you won't be afraid anymore if you get used to this kind of thing," and slashed the head of a corpse soldier who rushed over with his backhand: "It would be nice if the kingdom could have more young people like you, if you can survive this time, you will definitely be a qualified warrior." ”

Rong Zixin looked at Harian in a daze, just get used to it more? Habit? These two words were like bombs, and all the doubts in my head were blown away.

The various previous scenarios are sensibly strung together: getting used to body control, getting used to dressing, getting used to running, getting used to communicating with NPCs, getting used to changing events, getting used to hurt, and most importantly, ......

Rong Zixin stabbed his sword into the neck of a corpse soldier who was besieging Harian.

Get used to fighting!

No one could have imagined that there was a large group of giant dogs with black flames all over their bodies in the woods, and when they got close, Rong Zixin could feel a scorching smell of sulfur rushing to his face.

He couldn't remember how he got out of it, but he remembered that countless times when he was in distress, there was always a great sword by his side to block those deadly threats.

Direction doesn't matter to the team anymore, everyone is just swinging their weapons for the last vestige of faith until they fall. When Rong Zixin found that there was finally no obstruction in front of him, there were only a dozen scarred companions left around him, who only had air in and no air out.

In front of him was a large river, the current was fast, and a man in a black cloak stood by the river and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Hmph, it seems that Bravo has a big internal problem, and it was not easy to set up a bureau to catch such a small fish. Sadly, Charles, the king of the mountains who is willing to come to the rescue and save us, is only his old subordinates. The man in black spoke gloomily, his voice hoarse and harsh as an old dove crying at night: "But the three hundred elite guards are worthy of the mana and materials I consume." ”

Rong Zixin clearly felt that the air currents around him were spinning wildly, and the large mass of unstoppable twisting things around the man in black was brewing amazing energy.

He couldn't even take a step now, but he just held him up in one breath and didn't fall. Reluctantly looked back at the dozen or so bloody people behind him, and the only thing that could prove that they were still alive was the angry eyes of all colors.

With a wry smile, Rong Zixin watched the pitch-black sphere roll towards them, and weakly lowered the sword in his hand, which was already full of gaps.

At this time, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his side, and he was directly knocked into the arms of a two-meter-tall strong man on the left without any resistance, and the man who had doubted Rong Zixin's loyalty laughed wildly and threw him into the rushing river in front of him with the force of his remaining right arm.

A set of movements was extremely smooth, as if the two football players had made a delicate cooperation on the field, Rong Zixin opened his mouth in horror, and in the splash of water, he saw that Harion, who was unstable from standing by the impact, was blown up into a blood mist by the black energy ball.

The torrent swept him out of the way in an instant, the gurgling of bubbles drowning out the last roar in the chests of the remaining soldiers......