"Haha! hahaha!!"

An eerie laugh came.

Lance's originally lowered head was raised violently, and under the incomprehensible eyes of the Bearclaw Berserker, he miraculously dodged the giant axe he swung with all his strength with just a dexterous sideways.

Then, taking advantage of the moment when his body was unstable due to inertia, he turned over and pulled out the long sword inserted in the snow, piercing his knee from behind.

This made him stumble and fall directly to his knees.

The Bearclaw Berserker looked at the man in front of him in disbelief - with a contemptuous smile on his face, he picked up his great axe and was walking towards it, kicking it hard at the hilt of his sword.

"Ah!!h

The sharp pain in his knee caused the bear-like warrior to fall to the ground, his sword pinning his leg through the joints, blood pouring red into the snow around him.

He let out an unwilling roar in his throat, his hands on the ground trying to get himself to his feet.

"Poof!"

There was a faint smell of blood in the roar of the great axe, and the head of the Bearclaw Berserker flew up, and he didn't understand why the sheep had become a lion until he died.

"Oh my God! He's killed the wind and roared!"

The rest of the people cried out in disbelief.

Lance grinned, turned, and the giant axe in his hand came out of his hand, whirling towards the crowd.

"Ah!!h

Another scream.

A Misty Mountain warrior was neatly cut in two pieces from his waist, blood gushing out in large streams, and his intestines and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

The rest were stunned.

"He's only one person!Everyone's around him!" Another Misty Mountain warrior yelled to cheer himself on, and rushed madly with his spear in hand.

Clang!!!

Lance drew his sword again, blocking the stab with the blade. However, he seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and staggered backwards. The spear-wielding warrior was dragged forward by inertia, just within range of the sword's attack.

"Poof!"

In an instant, another head flew up!

Lance took a deep breath and felt his breath become much heavier, and it seemed that the block still involved injuries in his internal organs.

He leaned his sword and looked at the enemy who was slowly closing around him, but who were still hesitant.

There are five left!

"This body is too weak!" Lance complained with some dissatisfaction.

Reims?

No, it should be Ye Ming.

Although being called the god of 'Nidaya' made him very depressed, after feeling the existence of his body again, this little unhappiness was naturally forgotten by him in an instant.

It seems that Lance's previous prayer played some unknown role, and unlike the previous state of possession, this time Ye Ming was able to move—to be precise, he could control this body!

What a surprise find!

He felt the wind blowing across his cheeks and the cold touch of snowflakes falling onto his skin. Even the tingling pain in the body because of the injury seemed so kind and evocative.

Finally out of that darkness!

What could be more relaxing than a hearty fight?

Bang Bang Bang!

After a few consecutive blocks, on the side of Ye Ming's body, the long sword slashed through the throat of an unlucky man, and at the same time, his back was like a long eye, just dodging a spear that stabbed straight in, he didn't look at it, and stabbed with the sword in his backhand!

"Hmm..."

There was a muffled snort behind him, and another person was shot in the chest.

"Real men never look back at explosions!"

The corners of Ye Ming's mouth hooked up a contemptuous smile, and a dashing sliding step retreated from the gap, avoiding the next siege.

There are three left!

For him, who has once dominated the virtual game world, this kind of skirmish is really not too easy.

Although these people are stronger than him and move very quickly, the gap in experience and vision is enough to make up for it.

Rough combat skills, relying solely on physical fitness offensive in Ye Ming's opinion, it was simply full of flaws, and in the fierce battle, he was even in the mood to order: "Zero, test the attributes of this body." ”

A row of information comes to mind:

Lance Ilketelin

Power: 1.2 ↓

Dexterity: 1.4↓

Constitution: 1.7↓

Status: Wounded, stat value decreases overall.

"Huh?"

Ye Ming was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the attribute index of this body was actually quite good.

You must know that according to the standards set by the Earth Federation, the value of 'one' represents the average index of an adult male.

And even if Lance is in a state of injury, and his attribute value has declined sharply as a whole, he is still much stronger than the humans on the earth.

"It seems that the physical fitness of people in this world is generally high!" Ye Ming glanced at the somewhat amazing corpse of the Bear Claw Berserker, and his eyes couldn't help but glow with a hint of excitement.

That's more interesting, isn't it?

He strode forward sharply, his body slightly to the side, allowing the spear to pass against the tip of his nose, and then with a slight slash of the sword in his hand, it had pierced the leather armor of the Misty Mountain warrior and burst out of his abdomen.

The movements were simple and elegant, so quick and concise that it looked as if the warrior had lost his head and lunged at the sword.

"You... You devil!"

The other warrior seemed to be frightened by this strange scene, muttered something, and suddenly dropped his weapon and ran in the direction of the forest with a shout, ignoring the rest of his companion.

"Huh!"

Ye Ming let out a sarcastic sneer, unhurriedly pushed lightly, and pulled out the long sword, and the body that was pierced fell to the ground with inertia.

He picked up the fallen spear on his tiptoes, tossed it lightly in his hand, and weighed it.

"Zero, turn on the ranged combat assist mode. Ye Ming commanded in his mind.

It was rare to experience the taste of killing in reality, and he felt the blood in Lance's body as if it were boiling, and the feeling of breaking the rules and taboos made him instantly excited.

"Assist mode on! automatically look for hostile targets...", the chip replied as indifferently as ever.

After the fleeing Misty Mountain warrior was marked by the red symbol that appeared in the retina, Ye Ming adjusted his posture and angle slightly according to the prompt of the chip, and the spear in his hand was thrown out.

"Poof!"

The figure running not far away fell in response!

He licked his lips, curled his palms a few times, and looked at the only remaining Misty Mountain warrior with expectant eyes, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Lance Ilcutrin!' The Omenwolf won't let you go!"

It seemed that sensing the enemy's powerful and incomparable power, the last Misty Mountain warrior who was filled with despair gave up resistance and shouted loudly and angrily, listening to the voice turned out to be a woman!

"Bang!"

She was kicked to the ground, and the spear in her hand came out of her hand.

Ye Ming sighed lightly, and used the tip of his sword to pick open her leather helmet and hairband, and her long flaxen-colored hair fell down with his movements.

The childish face was full of panic, and he looked like he was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his cheeks were smeared with grass and wood ash, east and west, no wonder he hadn't noticed any difference before.

The long sword pointed at her vital point, and Ye Ming looked at this special Misty Mountain warrior with a somewhat curious gaze.

According to Lance's memories, the Misty Mountain people usually raided in family groups, had no ethics, and were often overpopulated due to uncontrolled fertility, and the barren northern part of the Krens Mountains could not support the surplus population.

So every time there is a full moon, when the arable land and livestock are not enough to meet the demand, famine and war are everywhere, and famine and war lead to a decline in the population, and once again the people get a brief peace, which usually lasts until the next full moon.

It's a cycle.

Of course, as a shamanic term, the full moon does not refer to the full moon in the sky, but rather represents the cycle of demographic change in the Misty Mountains, which is usually measured in 64 years.

It has been going on for countless centuries, far longer than shamans began to notice and count.

Maybe the corpses in this place are all her relatives or lovers?

Ye Ming thought with some ill intentions.

He was noncommittal about the backward and barbaric habits of the Misty Mountain people, and gently sent the long sword in his hand, about to end her life, but he suddenly paused in front of her chest because he remembered something.

The girl was not afraid of the coldness of the sword, bared her teeth, and stared at him with vicious eyes, like a wolf.

Ye Ming suddenly felt an evil fire rise in her heart, and the long sword that was originally going to pierce her heart was held backwards and clinged to her neck.

"Aren't you afraid?" he asked, leaning over and staring into her eyes, a little playfully.

"Kill me! The Omenwolf will avenge us!" Even though death was near, the girl stubbornly raised her head, allowing the cold blade of her sword to cut through her skin, leaving a shallow scar.

Ye Ming looked at her in surprise.

The girl didn't even close her eyes, her light brown eyes clearly reflected him, as if she wanted to memorize the appearance of the enemy.

This wordless contempt irritated him!

"Omenwolf wolf, I would like to see how he can take revenge on me!" Ye Ming said viciously, trampling on her faith unceremoniously.

"Do it! you'll see it sooner or later!" The girl spat and sprayed it on Ye Ming's face, and chuckled sarcastically: "Livingston will become the new home of the Misty Mountain people sooner or later!"

"You!"

The green tendons on the back of his hand exploded, and the long sword couldn't help but go a little deeper.

"Maybe you're not afraid of death..."Ye Ming wiped the filth off his face, forcibly suppressed the fury in his heart, and said with a sneer: "But what about this?"

The sword slowly slid under his control, skilfully peeling away the dirty leather armor.

The blade of the sword slowly slashed against the skin, and the cold touch and the invasion of wind and snow made the girl shiver.

"You... This demon!" she said.