They were two corpses standing in the wilderness in front of the fortress with only bones left.

It's clear that they've been dead for many years, but when they see them, they're still deeply shocked by the fierceness and madness of the two of them fighting for life and death at that time.

A taller skeleton leaned against a large rock, and the hideous fangs and buckteeth on the head stove told Martin that it was an orc skeleton. He had lost his weapon before he died, and his left hand fell three meters away along with a clenched wooden-handled stone axe. And he apparently died from the tomahawk chop of the enemy in front of him.

The huge double-edged axe slashed at the orc's neck, and even after death, the blade was still deeply stuck in the orc's neck vertebrae.

This is a fatal blow without suspense!

The man who hacked the orc to death was supposed to be a human, because Martin saw the ornate patterned armor of a human knight on the skeleton with only bones left. Although it is not a Bakaria style, the practice of adding leather armor, chain mail, and armor is unique to humans.

At least a knight at the level of a champion knight has such a family background dressed like this.

What really shook Martin's heart was the orc's counterattack before he died. The orc used his remaining left arm to jam the knight in front of him by the neck.

It can be clearly seen that the armor around the neck of the human knight and the lower edge of the full-cover helmet were all crumpled into a lump of iron by the tremendous force transmitted by the orc's hand. It feels like a thick plate armor is as fragile as a can.

The armor on the outside was still like this, and the neck and throat on the inside were estimated to be even more miserable at the time.

The human knights must have sharper combat skills, but they were dragged into hell by the orcs with brute force and ferocity.

A shiver spread from the soles of his feet to the back of Martin's head, and his hands and feet were cold.

He didn't know if it was made up by the gods out of thin air, or if they had been transported to an ancient battlefield.

Martin only knew that he was no longer facing a game called PUBG: Battle Royale, but a real desperate situation.

Facing the enemy, killing, or being killed, there is simply no third option.

The two corpses can be said to be very old, and although the system shows that the double-edged battle axe that killed the orc can be taken, there are clear five big words in the prompt 'Not recommended'.

This is also the kind of terrifying tomahawk that exceeds thirty kilograms at a glance, and it is not an extremely burly and muscular fierce man, and he can't play it at all.

The system prompts that it is recommended to use the leather armor of the human knight.

I don't know how long they have been dead, but the buckle on the plate armor on the knight's body has long since weathered. With a slight snap of Martin, the buckle fell off entirely, and the heavy plate armor fell off the corpse with a "click".

The clatter of the fall to the ground scared Martin half to death. Fortunately, the enemy should still be far away, and Martin doesn't have to worry about attracting the enemy with sound for the time being.

Originally, Martin also wanted to get his hands on chain mail, the so-called chain mail, which is a piece of iron rings that are interlocked together to form a piece of clothing composed entirely of iron rings. Although it is useless against blunt blows, in the face of arrows and sharp weapon attacks, it will generally not be pierced unless it is a very sharp thing such as a stabbing sword.

It's a pity that the age is too old, and the knight's chain mail has hardened, and when you touch it, it seems to turn into iron powder, and it directly crumbles into slag.

Martin could only fumble and take off the knight's leather armor.

I don't know what kind of material this leather armor is made of, and even the chain mail made of pig iron wire drawing can't resist the erosion of time, but it has been preserved.

Martin pinched it lightly and found that this thing was still not weak in toughness and elasticity.

It didn't take much effort to take off the leather armor, but Martin felt a little creepy, after all, it was more like making a fortune from the dead.

"This knight brother, you are strange, I took your things in order to better cut down orcs in the future. If I have the opportunity to meet your descendants, I will return your leather armor to him. Martin muttered.

I don't know if it was his hands or something, but the knight's jaw, which had withered, suddenly fell. Frightened, Martin almost thought that the knight was going to cheat the corpse, or he was going to turn into a skeleton soldier and cut him.

After a few seconds, nothing happened.

Martin had just learned and put on his leather armor.

Originally, this knight's figure was very different from Martin's, and the knight was two meters tall. This leather armor was not known to be the original leather area, and it turned out to be a strange shape that was slightly longer than the cuirass. When worn on Martin's body, the lace-up made of homogeneous leather was tightly tied, and it magically fit well.

Martin didn't waste any more time, seeing that there was no one around, he ran directly in the direction of the fortress.

"Weapon!weapon, sir, I need a weapon!" Martin muttered nervously.

Armor or something is the icing on the cake, although it may be able to save his life at a critical time, but after fighting the trolls, Martin will realize that in a head-to-head duel, there is not much difference between one orc and two axes, both are one death, but it is more important to find a weapon that is handy.

There really aren't many weapons that can be used by Martin.

Before the crossing, he was a college animal with little arm strength, and after the crossing, he was also a little white-faced. Don't say anything heavy, it's enough to give him a standard knight's sword.

After thinking about it, he can only use melee weapons under five catties at most, otherwise he will be tired first if he doesn't have to fight the enemy for a long time.

No way, unless you are a sports school student these days, most of the college animals are studying in the classroom, and most of your physical strength is not very good.

Along the way, most of the corpses were twisted into a ball along the way. Ordinary weapons are simply no match for the passage of time, and they are basically rusty.

Thanks to the system wizard's assisted scanning, Martin barely looks at anything as long as the system doesn't prompt something that says OK.

Crossing the battlefield in front of the fortress, Martin entered the fortress through a large gap.

Then he heard a low roar.

For a moment, Martin almost thought that the huge boar was going to come out of the giant pigsty in the next second, chasing him into peeing his pants. The boar, which was clearly supposed to be an orc mount and had six sharp fangs on its mouth, never stepped out of the pigsty.

"This ...... Could it be that the gods arranged it...... Mount?"

Martin didn't bother, he turned around and rushed into the small fortress, the largest in the fortress. Since it's the main fort of the fortress, the best things should be in it.

Come on!

Or make a fortune!

Or you can't find anything, and you can do it for someone!

Martin's eyes are red!