A week of nearly seven days is not long to say, but short is not short.

But in the meantime, Britain's land was already in turmoil......

The Asgard where Skozach lived was surrounded by an almost endless army of necromancy, and the incarnation of death led the leader of Cúthalainn, the son of light of Ireland, to launch a non-stop attack, and under the almost frantic offensive of the undead who were not tired or afraid, the warriors of the Shadow Nation were suppressed even though they were all elite and geographically advantageous, and the warriors who were killed would join the besieging legions at the next moment.

Although the queen of the Shadow Nation has the power of the god of war, she is not able to defeat the power of the death incarnation in the realm of death, and as the necromancers advance into the realm of Asgard layer by layer, those heroes who have died have also been revived. McCool with the Knights of Fiona led by him, Dilumudo with two guns and two swords. Audina, the spiral sword Cala de Boga lord Fergus. Mark. Roy......

No matter what hatred and disputes there were between the heroes in their lifetime, the Assassins used the resurrection of the dead to contribute their only goal with an empty heart, and under the endless attacks of the increasingly powerful necromantic army, although Asgard has not yet been captured, it will definitely not last long.

And outside the Shadow Country, where a serious war broke out, another small necromantic army led by the Dark Ranger pursued Xiao Lan's traces, and at the same time turned everything he passed into a barren and dead land and merged it into the territory of the Shadow Country.

The necromancers in the Shadow Realm, who are not in the realm of death, do not have an absolute advantage, it is necessary to decide the way of all-out attack according to the strength of the human race at this time, and the only thing that can be foreseen is that this country that has just entered a short period of peace will once again ignite a new fire of war that will never die!

However, Xiao Lan actually didn't know anything about these things.

Although he could feel the aura of the undead in the rear, he would only act according to instinct when his reason was completely suppressed, and he didn't think too much about it, just planning to avoid the ominous and unknown dangers that were chasing after him, but maybe it was fate, he was destined to return to this era from the future, and he was destined to be unable to avoid the fate that belonged to him......

Because he couldn't replenish the previous week, he had already lifted the transformation that consumed more stamina. The silver-haired man who seemed spotless walked as if he had no goal, hunted beasts if he was hungry, fractured them alive, harvested his soul as a snack by the way, drank the blood of beasts when he was thirsty and needed to replenish water, or squeezed liquid essence from trees. Feeling a little tired, in the shadow of safety, like a beast to stay alert in the dark.

He walked like this, for almost three days and three nights, and with three days to go on the countdown on his watch, he was awakened by a smell caught by his sense of smell in the shadow of the canopy.

"Blood. Human Blood ......"

Unlike wild beasts, which have no intelligence, the smell that comes from the air belongs to humans, unlike the primates who have intelligence in animals.

However, the smell of blood represented killing, and he could clearly feel the despair, sorrow, and fear that accompanied the smell.

Just whatever it tastes like blood. It's still the negative emotions that all arouse the demon's hunger instinct......

Climbing directly to the canopy of the tree, he discovered a lifeform gathering point more than ten kilometers ahead of him in the perception of the concentrated breath, and at the same time, the eyes that were infused with magic to strengthen his vision also saw the fire and smoke that were not obvious after a long distance.

It was probably the robbers who attacked the village and burned and looted, no matter what era there are people who kill their compatriots, and the demon who found out the situation immediately jumped off the canopy, and when he realized that the undead army chasing behind him was still some way away, his eyes were full of hideous blood, and he ran at a terrifying speed to the area where the killing was taking place.

However. It's not for rescue. The demon in his heart is roaring: he needs blood, he needs soul!

The distance of more than ten kilometers is nothing at the speed of the demons, although the balance is affected by the right arm that cannot be regenerated due to being cut off from the soul level, but some difficulties are quickly overcome, of course...... He still had to find a replacement arm.

One-armed may seem handsome, but technically a cripple. Both the battle and the life will be seriously affected.

The idea lingered in the Majin's mind, and he quickly turned to it.

Under the rapid gallop, the destination was soon in sight. Along the way, you could feel the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger, as well as the scorching stench and scorching heat from the burning flames. The cries of women and children and the screams of men can already be heard, and in such a situation where the plundering is in progress, Xiao Lan, who did not feel enough to threaten his breath, did not hide his whereabouts and rushed directly into this small village where blood and fire are intertwined-

The speed and power were not so much arrows as sniper bullets, and from his angle, he could see an archer put down the longbow in his hand with a mocking face.

After confirming the bad intentions of the people who came for the first time, one of the longbowmen in the team swished three arrows in a row, and the arrows distributed in a zigzag blocked all the directions around Xiao Lan's body, as a Welsh longbowman who could shoot down birds flying in the air, and he also learned a little druid spell, he didn't believe that his poisonous arrows infused with magic would not be able to solve this guy.

He didn't wear armor, didn't hold a weapon, and even lacked an arm, although his sprint speed was really sharp enough, but did this cripple think that he could do anything if he rushed over?

The result was absolutely shocking, but he didn't have the opportunity to experience it for himself.

With a stronger, more fierce and faster force than when he left, a long arrow that looked incomparably familiar instantly rolled back and simply pierced the archer's face that had not yet faded from the mocking expression, and took the archer's life in an instant.

"Felwood!" A burly man like the leader called out the name of the shooter in shock, but then reacted from surprise, stared at the demon in the field and gave an order to the others around him, "All of them have been noticed by me, this guy is definitely a knight!" ”

Being able to survive in this country that was ended by King Arthur's war until now, the combat effectiveness of their group is not weaker than that of ordinary knights, but the overall combat power is the second strongest, and Feiwood, who has no opponent at a distance, actually died in a single look, but was still killed by his own arrows!

As the strongest man, he could see clearly, at the moment when the three arrows with magic power were fired one after another, the crippled man who rushed to the scene easily took the first arrow with his intact left hand, bit the second arrow with his teeth, and then let go of the tricky third arrow, and finally threw the long arrow in his hand directly backwards with the inertia of turning and sprinting, and shot him in the head when Felwood was completely unable to react......

Felwood's arrows were not at the level of ordinary soldiers, but it was not too difficult to block them with weapons and shields, which he himself and ordinary knights could do, but after receiving the arrows, he threw them back with greater strength and precision, an almost terrifying technique he had only seen on a knight beside King Arthur.

Named Lancelot, the perfect Knight of the Lake, he has a glorious record of defeating 12 enemies, including 6 heavily armed Knights of the Round Table, with just one branch.

Having said that, this man with similar skills, except for the color of his hair and eyes, actually resembles the Knight of the Lake in his body and face!

(Brothers, perhaps...... ）

He guessed so, and then directly mentioned his steel greatsword, this tower-like man launched a full charge in the next moment, and his body lit up with the light of fighting spirit that only a knight who tempered his body to the extreme could have if he completely condensed his spirit and spirit.

Whether it was the brother of the perfect knight or not, the look in his eyes like a beast looking at his prey made him feel terrified, and if he didn't want to be killed, he had to kill him first!

The result went so well that he was almost outrageous......

What the man did from start to finish was to throw the arrow he caught with his teeth, killing the only mage hiding in the shadows who wanted to sneak up with a curse spell in one blow, and then an elbow hit the assassin who touched the back to vomit blood and fly backwards, and avoided a powerful slash from his charge, but the next moment it was pierced through the chest by a blow that he had intended to use to create a safe distance.

"--What's going on?"

The excessive success made the leader feel fear, felt the temperature of the hot blood splashed on his face, looked at the expression in front of him that was pierced through his chest but still did not change, and the hideous blood in his eyes that seemed to come from hell and made people shudder, instinctively sensing the danger, he desperately wanted to draw his sword and retreat.

However, it was too late.

When Xiao Lan, who was hit by a sword in his chest, stretched out his intact left hand, firmly pressed the right shoulder of the leader holding the hilt of the sword like an iron tong, and then slammed a hammer on the opponent's head!

It seems that no one has been able to condense the fighting spirit on the brain, and the forehead that was hit by such a blow directly sunken a clear mark, and the internal injuries caused by the violent concussion instantly made him lose his combat effectiveness......

He was defeated, he was really aggrieved by the defeat, with his strength, he could have held at least a dozen moves, relying on the advantage of weapons, he might have a chance to win, but when Xiao Lan took the initiative to take a sword, he was unexpectedly killed by a simple blow.

Moreover, it was not a peaceful death that awaited him.

"Your soul, your arms, your sword...... I took it...... rq

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