"I saved you? Aren't you dead yet? Haoren watched the swordsman vigilantly, he wouldn't easily believe this guy's words, but no matter how he observed, the swordsman's blood was already zero after all.

"Don't think about it, I'm just the last vestige of consciousness after all, and it's going to dissipate soon. Still, I thank you for allowing me to break free from the grip of darkness and die in my own ontological consciousness at the last moments. Although it was difficult to make any other expressions on the swordsman's face, Haoren could clearly feel the ease and loneliness between his words.

"Who the hell are you? Creatures from the Dark Otherworld? ”

"Don't compare me to those ravenous creatures of darkness! Even though I am controlled and cannot help myself, my soul will always be noble! The swordsman seemed a little displeased, paused slightly, looked at the half of the arm on the ground that was cut off by Haoren, and said, "Actually, who I am, you have probably already guessed it, the new Dark Mark Inheritor!" ”

Haoren's heart twitched, he frowned, and hesitated: "Could it be that you have fallen to this point because of the relationship between the dark imprint?" ”

Soon he quickly shook his head again and muttered, "Impossible! The end times have only been broken out for a few days, how can anyone else inherit the dark mark before me? The conditions for this thing to get are very harsh! ”

The swordsman sighed leisurely: "Although I am a human on this planet, strictly speaking, I am not a person from your era, I belong to the era of the last civilization. ”

Haoren raised his eyebrows: "How long was the last era of civilization, hundreds of years ago?" Or thousands of years ago? ”

"In your words, I belong to the fourth era of human civilization, as for how long, maybe hundreds of thousands of years, maybe millions of years, who knows!"

The swordsman seemed to be reminiscing about the past: "I only remember that I was killed by dark creatures, and then my soul was imprisoned in the dark space, and over time, no matter how wear and tear it was, it destroyed my consciousness until I lost myself and became a vassal controlled by the darkness. ”

Haoren couldn't wait to ask: "Is it because of the dark mark?" ”

"That's right!" The swordsman's answer was very cruel: "The dark mark is a curse engraved in the soul, and when you are killed while holding the dark mark, your soul will also be taken away, and you will be tortured for eternity and eternity until you are completely controlled by the darkness." When a new destruction begins, you will be thrown back as a thug of darkness to destroy the new civilization. ”

Haoren couldn't help but shudder, living in the world without death or life, being a puppet without consciousness and thought, this is simply the greatest torture.

What if one day, he too would become a second cursed swordsman, imprisoned in the boundless darkness, and then become the destroyer of the next era of civilization?

"Nope! No! I'm not going to lose! Haoren roared loudly with all his strength, as if he wanted to vent all the depression in his heart.

"Don't underestimate the creatures of darkness!" The swordsman was unimpressed by Haoren's venting.

"I'm not going to be as useless as you, I'm not going to lose to anyone, that's been the case before, and even more so in the future!"

"Little one, you're really rude, do you know who I am?"

Haoren rolled his eyes: "I asked this question just now, but you haven't answered." ”

The swordsman said slowly, "I am the Wind Chaser. ”

"Oh."

The swordsman glanced at Haoren strangely: "Aren't you a little surprised?" ”

"What do you want to surprise me. Wind Chaser, this is a hero class, I'm a hero class too, and I'm definitely stronger than you! ”

"Okay!" The swordsman wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak, and he suddenly realized that with the passage of time, the glory of his once own had long since become a thing of the past.

Sighing slightly, the swordsman sat on the ground a little weakly, and he didn't even have enough strength to stand there with the last trace of consciousness left.

"You defeated me, this dungeon is considered to have been cleared, I believe you have received a reminder of honor, you can leave." The swordsman pointed to the door that had been opened.

Haoren didn't leave, and muttered, "I did receive a hint of 500 honor points, but nothing else?" ”

"What more do you want?"

Haoren blinked: "No matter what kind of big man you were in the last civilization era, but you are now a boss, you must have some equipment or skill stones to defeat you!" ”

The swordsman opened his mouth incredulously, this person was a corpse, and his big eyes stared at the small eyes for a long time, and the swordsman was the first to lose, sighing: "I can't imagine that human beings have become so greedy, and I want to ...... back then."

"It's just to survive, I don't want to be the second you, so I want to be stronger, stronger!" Haoren categorically interrupted the swordsman's chatter.

"In order to survive...... swordsman muttered for a long time, and said Yoyo, "Although I have the heart to help you, the equipment of my whole body has already been eroded in the dark space. ”

Looking at the shattered armor all over the ground, Haoren was also a little speechless, no matter how awesome these armors used to be, now they are just a pile of garbage, he asked unwillingly: "What about skills?" I used a lot of skills when I fought you! ”

"Supreme Sword Technique?"

Haoren nodded quickly: "En, that's it, teach me all the Supreme Sword Technique, I will only sweep away thousands of troops and break thousands of troops now." ”

"The Supreme Sword Technique is divided into six moves. If I wasn't always in a state of vertigo at first, I would have used each of these six moves one by one. ”

Haoren couldn't help but slander in his heart, if you really want to use all six skills, I'm afraid that you will be too dead to die anymore.

"It's a pity that I can't teach you, the supreme sword technique is something that all swordsmen dream of, so collect it carefully." The swordsman's answer made Haoren almost angry and scolded.

There is no equipment, no skill stones, only five hundred honor points, but Haoren almost lost his life for this, this copy is too cheating, he suddenly asked: "If someone else defeats you, will they drop the equipment?" ”

The swordsman shook his head: "No, nothing will be gained, and I will not be able to wake up, the soul will only continue to sink in the darkness." In fact, this quest will only get 300 honor points for normal clearance, but since I can't drop any equipment and skill stones, the other 200 honor points are compensated. ”

"Because I'm also the bearer of the Dark Mark?"

"Yes, the breath of the Dark Mark awakens my soul and allows me to regain consciousness." The swordsman tugged at the carrion on his face and smiled weirdly: "I really should thank you, and since I'm already a dying person, it's okay to give you something." ”

Haoren perked up and stared at him intently, expecting what kind of powerful equipment he would come up with.

"Do you know why I'm called the Wind Chaser?"

"Because of the hero profession!"

The swordsman shook his head: "The Wind Chaser is indeed a heroic class, but this class is named after a sword, a sword with the power of thunder, the blessed sword of the Wind Chaser. ”

"The Windchaser's Blessed Sword?" Haoren muttered and shook his head: "I haven't heard of it." ”

The swordsman sighed, "Of course you haven't heard of it, this sword was first born in the Third Civilization Era, it is said that it was forged by a prince of the wind, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, it is an artifact that can control wind and thunder. I got this sword by accident and became famous ever since, but unfortunately I died at the hands of the dark creatures. ”

"So are you going to hand over the Windchaser's Blessing Sword to me now?" Haoren rubbed his hands with some excitement: "Your decision is undoubtedly very correct, I will inherit your will, oh no, I will definitely help you take revenge!" Come on, come on, hurry up and give me the sword. ”

The swordsman spread his hands: "The moment I fell into darkness, the sword of the Wind Chaser's blessing had already disintegrated. I can't give you the sword, though I will. ”

Haoren rolled his eyes and was not angry: "Then what's the use of you talking so much nonsense, after all, I still can't get the sword!" ”

The swordsman smiled bitterly: "Although I can't hand over the complete sword to you, I can give you a part, as for the other parts, you must collect them yourself, whether you can collect them depends on your own fate." ”