The night was quiet, only the bonfire was burning weakly in the hollow, and many people were lazily leaning against the grass next to them and falling asleep. It took a while before someone suddenly became humane:

"Why hasn't the person who carried the water come back yet?"

This sentence was immediately echoed by everyone, and they all waited to boil some hot water to drink, burn their feet and sleep beautifully. At this time, the masked servant of the fetching water finally came back crookedly, the clothes on his body looked dirty and damp, and even the mask on his face was a little outside, obviously he fell halfway.

It was a somewhat out-of-standard team, led by a tall heavy swordsman in iron armor with a pale yellow beard, chain mail, and a red cape.

At this time, the leader was already leaning against the driest stone, holding a half-human tall giant sword and snoring, and there were eight masked servants by his side, who were to maintain their weapons and armor, and the servants lived and lived, and they had to follow and fight on the battlefield.

The other seven masked servants were already waiting a little impatiently, and directly snatched the bucket from the limping companion's hand, put it directly on the fire to heat it and wash it, and then fell asleep one after another, only an older man gave a vague explanation:

"You should keep vigil first, and by the way, you can also dry your clothes!"

The masked servant of the fetching water squirmed and grunted twice in his throat, as if in protest.

The night was quiet.

There was just snoring one after another, and the masked servant who was sitting by the fire suddenly stood up softly! Looking at his sharp and gloomy eyes, it was -------- Fanglin!

He walked to the throat of the masked slave who was closest to him-------- and then Fang Lin drew his sword very decisively and cut it! Without the slightest hesitation at all, soft hands!

Although the blade of the sword was not sharp, it was easy to cut through the weak skin on the neck, and then the blade was still strong, and it cut the trachea, larynx, carotid artery, and vagus nerve underneath. The dark red blood suddenly flowed out happily, and Fang Lin clearly saw that the blood bar of the masked servant in his field of vision suddenly became empty, his body suddenly bounced up, and then fell heavily, the dead fish's eyes bulged outward, and then became dazed. Fang Lin's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the short sword he threw out of his hand to prevent it from hitting the rock and making a noise, and then stepped on the bleeding wound with a fierce kick, avoiding the "clucking" of blood choking in the trachea and alarming the others. －

At this time, Fang Lin noticed that in the lower left of the field of vision, a small line of numbers appeared:

Heavy Swordman 0 (2), Mask Servant 2 (6). (Note: The one who played the water before is also counted) has a point of 0 (300).

The next six masked minions were also killed in their sleep.

Then Fang Lin walked to the side of the driest boulder and the heavy swordsman, still intending to do the same, the part of his attack was still the opponent's throat--------- which was also the only point on this enemy's body that was not wrapped in chain mail.

However, at the moment when the sword was swung, the heavy swordsman probably turned over because he had been lying in one position for too long!

Fang Lin had already studied the fatality of his human body in the real world when he was determined to avenge his parents, but unfortunately, most of the fourteen people he killed did not use violent methods, so he didn't get much opportunity to practice, so he missed this time.

The heavy swordsman, who had dodged the fatal blow by inadvertently rolling over in his sleep, immediately came to his senses and let out a low roar. Bounced up and launched a fierce surprise attack on Fang Lin, but Fang Lin just turned sideways, used his arm to support his big sword thrust, and slashed at him on the surface, but the real yin move was a kick that kicked out hard!

That kick hit the heavy swordsman's gear.

Even Fang Lin's instep felt the intense pain of two oval things exploding into a mess in an instant, and then he noticed that his blood bar had decreased by one-fifth, and this heavy swordsman's blood bar suddenly sank to the bottom, but it was only the lowest point, but it was not death! However, the helmet on the face of this heavy swordsman suddenly shredded open, revealing a twisted and hideous face, and his eyes also became blood-red, and he immediately pounced on his body, pressing Fang Lin to the ground, even if he was doubled by this environment, he couldn't resist the enemy's crazy attack for a while!

Variation!

Smelling the heavy swordsman who pressed down on his body, he heard his frantic gasping like a beast. Although Fang Lin was stuck in his neck, dizzy and difficult to breathe, he still remained calm.

He completely gave up the intention of struggling, but suddenly turned over!

The two of them rolled into the fire together!

The fire was raging, burning the two men who were fighting to the death. The flame is fair, scorching everything that dares to enter its sphere of influence without discrimination. Fang Lin's own blood bar began to drop sharply in front of him, but the first thing he couldn't support was the mutant heavy swordsman who was pressing on him. After dozens of seconds in the flames, he finally let out a long, helpless groan in his throat and collapsed.

Close call.

This was the only thought in Fang Lin's heart.

In fact, there was a lot of luck in it, if this heavy swordsman didn't wear the armor because he was sleeping, if it wasn't for Fang Lin's weak self-knowledge in the real world and involved in the aspect of killing people with one blow, if there happened to be no roaring fire next to him, if he .......

This short and thrilling battle made Fang Lin understand too many things. First of all, although the background here is the world of the framework of the samurai of the round table, but! The people inside are all living people! They have intelligence, thoughts, emotions and even explosiveness! If it is the consequence of contempt, it is death!

Quietly, Fang Lin gasped for a while, gulped the mud and sand in his mouth, felt that his heart was beating so much that he was almost popping out of his chest, and his temples were also bouncing and aching for a while, he got up with a frown, carefully examined his body, and found that the most serious injury was the heavy sword stab with his arm! The flesh and skin of the sword were all rolled violently, and even the blood vessels were instantly scorched by the high temperature attached to the sword, so not much blood was shed.

At this time, the burns on his body also began to ache faintly, and Fang Lin only then thought of the scene prompt that it was written: The pain sense is weakened by 70%, that is to say, the pain that is currently fed back to the nerves by the injury has been weakened by seven layers. According to his endurance, except for the movement of his left hand that was slightly hindered, the rest of his ability was not weakened much. At this time, Fang Lin discovered another thing, on the waist of the corpse of a masked servant next to him, a dazzling but not dazzling light flashed.

Curious, he walked over and easily found a dusty metal key. Once the key is in hand, the corpse becomes transparent and disappears, and the Nightmare Mark gives a hint: You have obtained a normal key, do you want to summon the treasure chest immediately? Yes/No?

Fang Lin saw that the surroundings were very safe, so he chose the summoning option, and a wooden box that looked quite sturdy appeared in its place. After opening the box, Fang Lin found that there was a black wheat bread inside, and after his fingers touched it, the nightmare mark on his chest immediately prompted:

"Get a black bread, the quality is inferior, you can't carry it, the recovery value is thirty, do you want to take it immediately?"

(Note: Most of the ways to obtain loot in this book are the above methods, and will be explained in the future if there are special circumstances.) Chests and keys cannot be seen by those who do not have the Mark of the Nightmare. Item protection time: 72 hours. ）

Fang Lin was overjoyed in his heart, after eating the bread, he found that his blood bar had climbed a little, and hurriedly paid attention to the other corpses, and found the rest of the gray keys on the corpses of the other four masked servants, and on the once violent heavy swordsman, he found a bright silver key, he calmly thought about it and used the gray key to open the box first, and the items obtained were as follows:

An intermediate short sword, white equipment, inferior quality, attack 1-3, can not be carried out of the world, can be exchanged for 30 points.

A piece of silver jewelry, low quality, valuables, can be exchanged for 60 points.

One serving of vegetable salad, medium quality, food, recovers 20 stamina points in 60 seconds, must be eaten in a non-combat state, cannot be carried.

It is worth mentioning that an empty box appeared. Fang Lin deduced from this that since the box might be empty, it was likely that he would have to face a trap with traps in the future, so it seemed that he should have professional screening skills.

After this busy time, Fang Lin's blood bar had slowly recovered from one-fifth of the original position to most of the position, and the injuries on his body had also improved significantly, only his left hand was still quite suffocating during the exercise. It seems that once the motor function is traumatized, the healing is a bit slow, and it is difficult to treat it quickly with such food.

The next thing to do, of course, was to open the chest corresponding to the bright silver key. With the slow rotation of the key, a silver light shot out from the lid of the box, and it was the great sword that the heavy swordsman had carried on his shoulder. Its details are:

"Ryan's two-handed heavy sword: blue equipment, medium quality, attack 5-6, with scorching damage 2-2, cannot be carried out of this world, requires strength eighteen and stamina 8, which can be exchanged for 300 points."

Fang Lin estimated that he couldn't afford to hold this big guy even if he died, but fortunately, at this time, the Nightmare Mark helped and was able to put it into another storage space with limited load. He found a worn-out piece of parchment at the bottom of the silver chest, and as soon as his fingers touched it, a hint of a nightmare mark automatically appeared in his ear:

"E-level skill cutting scroll, this skill is unique to the world of the Round Table Samurai, and it requires strength 3, agility 3, physical strength 4, and spirit 10 to learn. Skill activation requires a little mental power. Cutting Live1 Effect: You can process and divide the loot obtained, there is a 1% chance to process high-level unknown treasures, there is a 48% chance to increase the value of the loot, there is a 51% chance that the loot will be damaged and disappear, you can take it out of the world, or you can exchange it for 50 points, please ask if you want to learn. Note: When processing high-level equipment, the failure rate will increase exponentially. (Cutting is limited to equipment, food, and some valuables.) ）

(Well, the original form of the cutting technique is the original function of the round table samurai, and the big treasure chests and big blood are cut open, hehe, I used to look forward to being able to cut those big plates of steamed buns and big plates of chicken when I played the Three Kingdoms, and now I can realize my dream in the book, by the way, the skills in this book are divided into: SS, SS, S, A, B, C, D, E six grades, the lower the grade of the skill, the simpler the learning requirements)

Fang Lin frowned, this skill was really incomparable, but he thought about it for a while, and with the attitude that talking is better than nothing, he clicked to be sure, who knew that the Nightmare Mark was followed by a series of prompts, which immediately made him feel the urge to scold:

"You've learned a skill: the remaining skill column is currently two."

"This skill is an E-rank skill, and if you want to forget, you must obtain the water of the River Styx."

Fang Lin's facial muscles twitched, this prompt revealed a lot of information to him, first of all, he should be able to learn various skills to strengthen himself, and these skills are also divided into levels according to the effect-------- obviously the level of E is definitely not high-end. The second is that there is a limit to the total amount of skills that each person can learn, and his total amount is three, and now it is two. Finally, the ability should be forgettable, but the conditions for forgetting it should be harsh. If Fang Lin's inference was not wrong, the higher the evaluation of the skill, the lower the cost of forgetting.

He took a deep breath and shook his head, driving the chagrin in his heart out of his mind, in Fang Lin's concept, regret was a very useless thing, it had no effect except for killing his own fighting spirit. Judging from the arrangement near this point, this should be a sentry post to watch the town, he changed into the intermediate dagger he had just acquired, re-found the clothes of the masked servant and changed into them, and after a little thought, he went up the river.

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