"Children, don't worry, our result is just that we will lose our strength, and it will not cause any loss to the original strength, and it will be okay to rest for a while afterwards." The leader smiled indifferently, and the soul who claimed to be the youngest, but was actually thousands of years older than Lu Shaozhen, seemed to be a different person at this time, solemn and tragic, like a martyr who died generously.

Lu Shaozhen vaguely felt that things were not as simple as the leader said, but it was too late for him to speak again.

At that time, the glory was still there, and at this moment, the horse leather shroud.

It was as if another long dream had befallen him.

The pain invaded his lungs like wisps of cool breeze, and Lu Shaozhen couldn't help but gasp.

Unparalleled excruciating pain......

Lu Shaozhen struggled to get up from the ground, and he was stunned to find that there was a pool of blood under his body, which means that he was lying in a pool of blood just now!

This discovery caused him to fall into a panic, and he woke up with all kinds of strange things mixed with unusual hovers in his heart, and at this time he still had dripping blood flowing from his body, so much bleeding that was enough to kill a young and vigorous youth!

Lu Shaozhen took a more appropriate measure against this phenomenon, that is, to wait and see, the changes in his body did not make him feel the imminent death, except for the endless pain, there was no abnormality for the time being.

Another phenomenon is that he observed it from his own body, which was dressed in bronze armor, which resembled the style of an ancient Roman gladiator, and showed the majestic style of ancient Rome in the mottled blood and rust stains.

Where have you traveled to? Lu Shaozhen felt that it was funny, mental problems made his brain like a lens to reflect different dimensions of life, instead of wandering in the waves, it was better to relax and experience the feeling of surfing.

Thinking like this, he walked slowly, walking towards the sunny place in front of him, he was a little cold, the cold air like an ice cellar kept coming out of his body, if he could absorb some of the warmth of the sun at this time, then he would be grateful.

He gradually emerged from the massive doorway, and the scene that followed made him understand the source of the noise he had heard when he had just woken up. He turned his head and saw that his position was a spacious road, which was paved with colorful texts, bricks and red tiles, and the image of a two-winged flying dragon was built with gold bricks in the center of the road.

The path passes through the thick and majestic city walls, resting on a high platform at one end and stretching long at the other, a flying bridge that floats in the darkness and does not know where to touch.

"The glory of Augustus will fall on which warrior! Where the glory belongs, let's wait and see! An infectious voice shouted, and suddenly the crowd below shouted a tsunami, and the enthusiasm of the crowd was like a wave of rising and falling, fluttering high with the flags on the city wall. Lu Shaozhen had no doubt that the girls wearing olive branches at this time had been carried away by joy, their eyes exuded reverence for heroes, and if necessary, they would not hesitate to offer their hot kisses and chastity.

What the hell is all this going on? He could see what grand ritual was being performed by the group, the purpose of which was yet to be investigated, but he knew that this was no longer his original world.

His thinking about cause and effect seems to involve a painful nerve, and some memories seem to be about to break through the ground, but due to the lack of opportunities, they will eventually be dim.

He kept going, until at last he was exposed to the sun, and the voice of the hysterical cry from the high platform spread through the boundless wilderness: "Behold! Our hero has appeared! The warrior who was the first to come out of the Minoan Labyrinth has returned triumphantly! He will be the king who will lead us to victory in the war! We will follow in his footsteps and spread the splendor of Augustus to all corners of the earth! ”

The man's voice was impassioned, but the reaction of the crowd who should have been enthusiastic was not as passionate as he expected, and the man was a little dazed, and couldn't help but look at the comer, and then his face also showed a complicated expression.

This expression is representative because the emotions of most of the crowd are mixed together to form such a thick sauce. Emotions of disbelief, disdain, indignation, loneliness, and remorse are mixed together, like a colorful palette washed by the rain and mixed together, complex and vivid.

Triumphant...... Caesar?

I don't know who drank the lottery first under the venue, anyway, he got a lot of support from many people almost instantly!

"The henchmen of the old king do not deserve to have the sword of triumph!"

"Let this salted fish go to his hapless ancestor!"

All kinds of shouts and so on and so forth, and it took Lu Shaozhen a while to finally know that their edge was aimed at her.

I...... My name is Caesar? Wen Feiyu faced Qianfu Leng and pointed at him, his thoughts gradually drifted into the distance, and he cowered in his own husk, this thought was like oil dripping into the fire, and his memories suddenly came like a stormy wave.

The owner of this body is named Caesar, who is a descendant of the famous Caesar Knight, due to the change of royal power, and the aging Caesar Knight's inability to fight in all directions, the result is that the battle of the undead is defeated in the battle of the undead. Caesar's knight, who dedicated his life to the kingdom, died a heroic death, but his sacrifice was not treated justly by mankind, and under the manipulation of ill-intentioned careerists and politicians, Caesar's reputation stinked like a salted fish on the street!

Wen Feiyu suddenly showed a wry smile, this wry smile shocked him, because this seemingly unconscious action really showed his empathy, that is to say, he was extremely indignant at the situation of the original owner of this body!

On the eve of the paladin's selection, Caesar borrowed a few copper plates from a troubadour friend with a pair of old boots with leaky toes to buy an iron sword, which glittered in the bonfire and accompanied him all night, and the troubadour sang in a low voice: "The Thorn Knight is on a king's mission to rescue the princess from the dragon's lair, the princess is a lovely child who is loved by everyone, her cheeks are like golden apples, her skin is like the ice and snow of the north, and the Thorn Knight rides his skinny old horses, Embark on the journey in the twilight ......"

Caesar stroked the hilt of his sword, as if comforting his comrades who were about to face a major decision in life, and his tone revealed disdain: "You have sung this epic not a thousand times but eight hundred times, you can't change some new tricks, otherwise who will give you a copper plate." ”