When Fang Lin opened his eyes, he found that he was in a shabby, low room, the tattered board walls leaked wind around, and the quilt cloth covered by his body was rough and tough, and there were many patches, when Fang Lin's fingers stroked its surface, the information stored in his mind immediately judged that it was a very inferior linen.

Through the roof with thousands of holes, you can vaguely see that it is dark outside, starry, and the air has a cold freshness. Next to the few tattered barrels and hoop barrels that were discarded haphazardly in the house, there was a saddle with a wooden frame, and behind the door was a wheeled plow.

Fang Lin didn't rush to get up, after closing his eyes, he slowly connected everything in his mind and sorted it out, and the slight musty smell of linen fed back from his nasal cavity to his sensory center. He suddenly opened his eyes, unbuttoned his shirt, and looked down.

On the part of the heart, a mysterious and evil ghost head tattoo suddenly appeared, compared to the tattoo on Na Wanqiang's chest, Fang Lin noticed that the pattern of the eyes on his chest was particularly obvious. The tattoo has the number 13,776 on it. Fang Lin's heart sank, isn't this number the number of that Wanqiang? In other words, once the numberer dies, even his code name will be used by someone else?

This cruel reality chilled Fang Lin's heart, and his gaze suddenly fell on the clumsy and low wooden table next to him, where a roll of parchment was shining slightly.

"Mission one, enter the world of the Knights of the Round Table, familiarize yourself with its rules, and kill seven masked minions and two heavy swordsmen near the village of fire in the first act, and earn more than 300 points."

"Mission two, stop Team No. 348 from killing Skorn, the Knight of Punishment."

"Mission three, order at least 4 members of Team 348 to die."

"Consequences of not being able to complete the task: erasure."

Fang Lin took a deep breath, not only did he not have fear, but he also had a very perverted deformed excitement in his heart, in such a bizarre encounter, the nerve pain that had tormented him for several years was finally healed without medicine!

After he finished reading it, the parchment turned into a flame and was burned out, but the content of it, Fang Lin could feel that it could be read from the tattoo on his chest-------- that is, the nightmare mark at any time, and the questions in his heart could also be answered at any time.

Fang Lin thought about it carefully, and felt that the most important thing at the moment was to confirm one thing, and said silently in his heart:

"Show the time when Team No. 348 entered the Knights of the Round Table."

In front of his eyes, a rapidly beating red number suddenly appeared, 72 hours. There are seven minutes and thirty-one seconds left before entering the world of the Round Table Samurai. And there was a series of menus below the numbers, and wherever Fang Lin's mind could reach, it immediately popped up:

"Scene: Knights of the Round Table Act 1-1, Difficulty: Easy (Grade D). 70% pain reduction and 100% personal melee ability enhancement. (Team 348's individual ability enhancement is 10%). This is a peaceful scenario: killing a character from Nightmare Space will not drop any items. Is the digital character information mode enabled? ”

Fang Lin thought slowly for a while, summed up the information he had obtained at this time, and summed it up: first, he still had three days to familiarize himself with this completely unfamiliar world, and secondly, the first of the tasks given on the paper scroll was obviously the embodiment of this purpose.

Then he clicked the button of the digital character information again, and immediately a column popped up:

"Number 13776 information: Strength 3 (5), Agility 4 (6), Stamina 4 (6), Mental Power 13 (5). Figures in parentheses are the average values for healthy adult men in their thirties. When the mental power is below 2, the character will enter a coma, and if the physical strength is less than 2, it will be unable to move. Strength determines the ability to damage and weight-bearing, agility is the speed of action and reaction ability, physical strength determines the ability to resist abnormal states and bear damage, and mental power is the embodiment of wisdom and willpower. ”

Fang Lin compared it and found that except for his mental power (i.e., wisdom, willpower) which was far higher than that of ordinary people, the rest did not have an advantage, especially the strength and agility related to combat damage, which were much lower than normal, and below the prompt, there was a line of bright red long grooves, presumably this was the blood groove that indicated how much damage he could bear. The blood gauge is the physical strength multiplied by 10.

Time was precious, and he picked up a tattered dagger leaning on the side of the bed, put on the old leather jacket hanging on the wall, and pushed the door open, only to be prompted: there were still two minutes and seventeen seconds to enter the world of the Round Table Samurai.

He stood quietly and waited, and when the time came, as the door opened, a stream of heat suddenly gushed out from Fang Lin's body, instantly surging all over his body, and the short sword that he had felt quite heavy in his hand suddenly became lighter. He thought about it for a while, called up his personal menu and took a look, and found that strength, agility, and physical strength, the three genera that determine hand-to-hand combat melee have become 6 points, 8 points, and 8 points, and sure enough, they have been doubled.

Outside, there is a wide field, and in the starlight, you can see that the farmers' cultivated land is not well cared for at all, and the pastures are overgrown with all kinds of bushes, and there are almost no farms for reading. There is a place on the road to the north where the lights are still flashing, it should be a rather large town, Fang Lin fetched a basin of water in the stream next to him, while washing, he found that he also had a bottle of spray-like things on his body, under the prompting of the nightmare mark, he sprayed some on his face, and found that his appearance was quickly replaced with the appearance of a European, Fang Lin thought about it, and walked towards the town.

The town's buildings are often scattered along the sides of a street or surrounded by a green area – a style of architecture that may have been originally designed to protect cattle from robbers and wolves.

The residents' bedrooms were shared with their own livestock—their houses consisted of only one room in total, with no chimneys, untrimmed thatched roofs, and mud-coated braided or wooden walls. Fang Lin saw from the ruts on the road that the small town was still a nearby trading center, but it was doubtful how much trade was going on in the town—though it was almost certainly small. It should generally only trade in necessities such as salt, fish and grains. But after accumulation, the wealth contained in it should also be considerable.

----------- this is the direct reason why this beautiful town is about to be affected by the war of the evil Grand Duke Gallibaldi.

Fang Lin walked into the very shabby bar in the town and tentatively threw a silver coin at the bar. Then he ordered a glass of ale, and there was already a big man next to him who shouted:

"Loren, have you made a fortune? Why don't you have a drink too? ”

Fang Lin knew that his new identity was called Luo Lun, and looked at this big man, his hair was pale yellow, his head was round, his eyes were large and bright, and his neck was thick and short. He had a big goatee, looked very stout, and smiled:

"Alright, Marse."

Marse cheered, knocked the person next to him to the ground, asked for a large glass of cider and swept back like the wind, patted Fang Lin on the shoulder and laughed:

"Loren, you're really interesting."

He took a few big sips, exhaled comfortably, and said:

"Did something happen to you? Looking sad? ”

Fang Lin's heart moved, and he immediately sighed tentatively and said:

"I've heard bad news, we're in big trouble in town, I don't know if you know?"

Marse took another sip of cider, slapped the sturdy oak table in front of him, and said loudly and conceitedly:

"Is there a problem that Marse's axe can't solve?"

"Probably ........" Fang Lin deliberately dragged out his voice and said with a calm face.

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In fact, Fang Lin had already analyzed on the way to the town that there should be three forces in the world he was going to face in the past few days: first, it was the force under the command of the evil Grand Duke Garibaldi, who should invade this beautiful town after three days, and the second force was the three heroes in the plot, Lancelot (who wore blue clothes and held a scimitar), Psio (axe) and Arthur (uncle) and Team No. 348, and the third force was the residents of this invaded town, and themselves, Apparently they were divided into this camp.

Judging from the fact that the dead Wan Qiang was able to make a request here just by finding himself, it should be quite an unusual thing for him to be able to directly see the nightmare mark on his body, and his own existence should also be quite valuable here, so the difficulty of the first branch task after entering for the first time should not be very large, and it should only belong to the process of basically understanding and familiarizing himself with the way of survival here.

Therefore, the process of killing seven mask minions, two heavy swordsmen, and gaining more than 300 points should be a helper who can rely on external forces. The latter two tasks have an obvious surname ------ it is estimated that they should be caused by their own excessive mental power. You know, it's much easier and more convenient to kill people with your brain than to kill with your strength.

After listening to Fang Lin's answer, Marse had already stood up angrily:

"Are you insulting Marse's power?"

"Nope." Fang Lin said lightly: "It's our town that is about to be insulted by the army of the evil Grand Duke Galibodi. ”

As soon as these words came out, the noisy bar immediately fell silent, and Marse's huge thick and hairy arms trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of anger, and it could be seen that Fang Lin's words evoked some bad memories of the past.

Marse gasped slightly, drank the cider from the glass in one gulp, and then slammed the glass on the table, and said in a choked voice:

"Where did you hear that?"

Fang Lin stared at him and said:

"It doesn't matter where this news came from, what matters is, do you dare to go with me to confirm its real surname?"

Marse was shocked:

"They're already here?"

"Probably." Fang Lin said in a deep voice: "But there shouldn't be many people here, and they are still waiting for the arrival of the punishment knight Skorn who is the leader." ”

Hearing the words of the Punishment Knight, Marse's facial muscles twitched again, and he shouted angrily:

"There's no definite news, and you guy with a criminal record want to talk nonsense?"

It was only then that the tavern began to talk, and an atmosphere of panic spread in the dim light of the tallow candles. Fang Lin frowned slightly, as if he sensed something very important, he faced Marse, who was glaring angrily, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a young girl named Marina in the bar call softly:

"Marse."

Marse, who was as agitated as a volcano, immediately sat down in frustration and slammed his thick elbow on the table! It seems that even the beams of the house are trembling. Marina walked up to Fang Lin and said gently:

"Loren, the army of the evil Grand Duke can't be used as a joke, do you have solid evidence? I'll go to the city tomorrow to buy some goods, and if your message is wrong, it's too late to apologize. ”

Fang Lin nodded, he already had some understanding in his heart, and he didn't speak anymore, he smiled slightly and walked out with the worn-out short sword in his hand. Time is precious, and now that he's got the hints he wants, it's natural that it's time to move on to the next step.

The air in medieval Europe was very fresh, Fang Lin experienced the pleasure of the world bringing him a double family bonus, and began to adapt to this new and powerful experience in the running along the way-------- just try to imagine, a person who could have jumped half a meter high, suddenly can easily jump to one meter, this experience is of course new and profound. For Fang Lin, who is good at calculation, the current basic data of his body must be clear to his chest, such as how far he can jump in one step, how much he can swing a sword, and how much he can cut, these are the most life-and-death matters in the fight, it can be said that the difference is a fraction of a millimeter, and it is a thousand miles away.

It is not difficult to find the troops of the evil Grand Duke Galipodi, especially at night, usually where the troops camp, there should be a water source, which is not only convenient for cooking, but also can play the role of a barrier, followed by fire, this chaotic medieval era, not so strict at night that even the fire does not dare to live, and finally the distance, since he has been assigned this task, then he will definitely not let himself be tired of running around.

So soon, following the only river near the town, Fang Lin first walked seven or eight kilometers upstream, then reversed and walked two kilometers downstream, and he already saw the light of the fire and found a masked servant who had come to fetch water.

He wore a pale blue and green coat with pale purple sleeves, his gray-white trousers were dirty and black, and the brown-yellow straw boots on his feet were deep in the soft mud by the river. Probably because of the slave, the man's protective gear was the iron helmet on his head and the short sword hanging from his waist, and he was struggling to carry a wooden bucket to scoop water in the river.

Fang Lin took a deep breath and quietly touched the reeds behind him--------- don't forget that although Fang Lin is just a teenager, his other identity is still a serial murderer wanted by the whole country in the real world!

As soon as the masked servant straightened up, he was struck in the back of the head with a blow that struck him straight through the hilt of his sword, causing him to faint instantly. Before twisting this guy's neck, Fang Lin had already removed all the clothes on his body and put them on himself.

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