The real name of each contestant in Middle-earth is roughly made up of two parts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Part of it is the ID nickname of the second world, for the name.

Part of it is the surname of the character played.

But in the first two years of the competition, it set off a lot of beacon fires, with cold bones on the road and choking souls at night.

Each contestant randomly takes on the role of Middle-earth, so how do contestants deal with their father, mother, and even grandfather?

You know, although they have gray hair, behind this body, they are also contestants!

was called 'son' and 'grandson' when others opened and closed, even if the memory of his inheritance told him that the person in front of him had raised him for twenty years.

But the pickled breath in my heart became more and more frustrating.

So, an ethical upheaval occurred.

Some people choose to go against the grain and not change their fate.

And some people choose to kill their fathers and mothers, slaughter all their relatives and friends, and end up alone and at ease.

Guarding the lonely city is the first person to do it.

The day before, from his grandfather to his infant brother, to his neighbors and friends, he was humble and obedient, serving tea and pouring water, which can be described as filial piety.

The next night, he cut out a wooden sword from the hemlock wood and thorn strips in the garden, so that one hundred and twenty friends, relatives and friends became the souls of his sword.

Blood, stained the night red.

Fate changes with the choice, and each contestant tries to follow the trajectory of the fate of the character they play.

The fate of Shou Gucheng's ordinary life changed, and he was arrested by the Inquisition, hunted down by knights, and spurned by the preacher.

And guarding the lonely city with one man and one sword, killing the court of judgment is closed, killing the knights extinct, and killing the preachers in fear.

He guards a lonely city, and he really guards a lonely city with one person and one sword.

When Sikong and the two walked out of the main hall, they saw Huo Wu standing near the eaves, three thousand jet-black hair fluttering like a waterfall, and the red dress made her every frown and every look with a fatal fragrance and temptation.

She dances with fire, never hides her style, lets it be public, and lets it be as strong as a peony.

"I'm already a hundred, why hasn't the coupling disc fed back the method of visualization?"

Sikong looked at Huo Wu's back, with admiration in his eyes, and did not hide his gaze, looking at Huo Wu's red dress wantonly.

"That's because you haven't chosen your own battle mode yet."

Shou Gucheng looked at Huo Wu's face was slightly red, and he glanced at it secretly, as if he was afraid of being noticed by Huo Wu, and quickly lowered his head, recovering the wooden and introverted big boy.

"BATTLEMODE?" Sikong wondered.

"Oh, in the immortal cultivation civilization, it is also called the Natal Soldier Dao. Soldiers, fighting, is a plan to fight. It is the synthesis of your consciousness, your experience, your body, and your weapons. ”

Shou Gucheng's face was shy, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito's wings: "I took a look, your consciousness and experience have met the requirements, but your physical fitness is too low, and you lack a weapon." ”

"Didn't you say that before the third dimension, you don't need to borrow weapons, you need to practice like an ascetic?"

The physical fitness is too low, and it is not surprising that Sikong is not surprised. After all, he has only reached 60% of the integrity of the gene chain, and now he is seriously injured, and he has to stop and breathe for a while when he takes two steps.

However, the theory of weapons, the view of guarding the lonely city is very different from Master Su Ming's teachings.

"Heh......" Shou Gucheng smiled shyly, but there was a deep mockery in his laughter: "Master Su Ming is not wrong, because he is taking the road of kings and aims to become a dimensional king." ”

The Dimensional Monarch needs to perfect the current dimensional cultivation and reach the limit of scientific theory.

And the one-dimensional dimensional monarch is that the gene chain is complete, the degree of enhancement has reached 100%, and the Mingchen martial arts of the three physical qualities have all been completed.

"But those of us who are lowly born and live small will walk the way of the living. As long as I can live......"

Sikong looked at the thin figure of Shou Gucheng, which was already low in twilight at this moment, like water and night light, almost hiding him in the darkness.

Guarding the lonely city with a wooden sword, Mu Ne walked forward, floating in a gloomy manner, with his head down, only his own footsteps could be seen.

Eighteen of them are the most vicious corpse-shredding murderers, and they are also a group of poor people who have no choice but to do so.

When Sikong became the owner of the Baizhu Connecting Plate, a stream of information was activated and connected to Sikong's central nervous system——

'Death mission completed, qualify for the ghost dragon, and wait for the awakening of the other seventeen keys'

Hundreds of people are broken into corpses, just a corpse shredding mission, in order to wake up the key?

Sikong suddenly understood why Qianqian would increase the difficulty of her crime again and again, and even deliberately left flaws. On the one hand, it is for the fun of crime, and on the other hand, it is also because of the increased difficulty of this death mission.

She must complete the task in the crisis of death.

Otherwise, she is the one who dies.

Ghosts? It should be a non-technological civilization, and there is a top-notch method of visualization......

Sikong pondered secretly, but saw that Huo Wu noticed the movement behind him, and he fell from the cornices and tapped the wall, making the red dress full of charm.

"Since you don't want to go with me, then take care of your injuries here, and I'll go back to Aiya City first."

Huo Wu grinned and bumped into Sikong as if he was greeting his own brother, and without waiting for Sikong to answer, he strode around.

"Alex, let's go!"

Fire Dance taps the iron saddle, then jumps onto the dragon, and when he pats the dragon's back, the fire dragon flutters its wings and flies, blending into the inky night.

From beginning to end, she did not communicate with Shou Gucheng.

Guarding the lonely city, he didn't tell her his identity.

Because, they are not all the way.

It's only because of commonplace that they intersect with each other.

Huo Wu is gone, and in the past few days, Sikong has been recuperating in this nameless lonely city.

The castle is very large, and it is often a lonely person looking at the gloomy eyes.

Guarding the lonely city often goes out, and only when the night is thick, will he drag his body full of scars back to the lonely city.

He said that because the true god Moloch had not been resurrected and reincarnated, the gates of the underworld were unguarded, and the demons had set foot in Middle-earth, opening a chapter of the end times.

Of course, there was still something he hadn't said. Many people challenged him and demanded that he hand over Sikong, but he chose to use his sword.

On this night, Sikong returned to the depths of the castle after being in a coma at the gate of the city with a serious injury.

The wooden sword was covered with blood, and even climbed up to the cracks, opening the thorny handles, telling a fierce battle.

Sikong put Shou Gucheng on the bed, bandaged his wounds, and looked deep for a long time before closing the door and leaving.

This night, the guard did not come back.

The black clouds came quickly, in a hurry, and when they were pressed, they rained down the boundless ink.

Only a jade disc and a few extraordinarily bright stars flickered and dimmed, circling outside Middle-earth, and the faint starlight was faintly sprinkled, but it left large shadows.

Wearing dragon armor and holding a rusty sword, Sikong stood on the city wall for a long time.

He didn't dare to remove his armor and put down his rusty sword. Just because he didn't know who was peeping in the night, maybe carrying a familiar corpse and stepping on a broken wooden sword.

He is commonplace, and he will choose to die in battle.