Viewed from the walls of the fortress, the fortress stands on an outlying island not far from the coast, like an unsinkable aircraft carrier.

Further north, there are mountain lines that stand on the edge of the sea level, like ink landscape paintings.

To the south, there are rolling hills, occupied by tall pine trees that occupy almost all of the horizon.

This fortress, built on a sandbar made of sediment, thus guards the mouth of the huge river in the southwest.

From the city walls, you can see that the bridge connecting the fortress to the shore of the mainland is a stone arch bridge composed of eighteen stone arches, each of which has a diameter of nearly ten meters.

This kind of craftsmanship is still admired even by Martin as a modern person.

It's a pity that at this moment, the bridge deck up to twenty meters wide is full of tattered siege engines. Martin could barely make out the cart and the trebuchet, and the rest of the things were so old that they were rotten and unrecognizable.

"Francis, listen up. According to my judgment, once the poison ring appears, the contestants who were previously projected near the fortress will have to pass through this stone bridge and leave the fortress and enter the mainland. All we have to do is intercept the contestants who seem to be relatively weak and plunder the resources. ”

"Resources, do you mean weapons and medicines?"

"No...... And that's not all. Martin hesitated for a second, but decided to say it: "You're not bad. When you kill a contestant yourself, you will find that you have the opportunity to directly draw one of the opponent's specialties or stunts and turn it into your own specialty and ability. So we don't just collect what we can see, we focus on what we can't see. ”

At this moment, Francis was finally moved.

She suddenly smiled bitterly: "You can directly turn the other party's special skills into your own use, this is ...... Should it be said to be an arena of the gods?"

A few seconds later, the bitter smile turned into an arrogant laugh.

"Haha If I could go back, I swore I'd send all my murderers to hell—"

There is a little sadness in the laughter, and there is a touch of helplessness, but more of it is a struggle, a heart that will never give up.

Martin didn't know who she was, and apparently she wasn't the kind of lady who had only practiced swordsmanship for two days, or a knightly family like Sylvie.

Obviously, she shouldn't be very old, and many girls of her age are still in the nobles' own castles, and they are taught by those tricky old women etiquette officials, and they strengthen the etiquette training of the nobles once a day.

It's a pity that she was involved in the whirlpool of power struggles among the upper nobles, and she had to use her still thin and weak shoulders to shoulder a very exaggerated responsibility.

He didn't ask.

Even though they hadn't been together for long, he already knew that Francis was the kind of person she wouldn't tell if you asked.

Instead of being bored with yourself, it's better to really think of each other as teammates who meet in Pingshui.

Think of this game of death as a system match.

Once a partner, never see each other again.

Maybe it's easier for each other.

Pushing the superfluous thoughts out of his head, Martin began to listen quietly to the sounds around him, and when he confirmed that it was safe, he began to search for his mount.

In the Orc's Fortress, Martin found a wolf ridden by goblins, a boar ridden by orcs, and he even found a fierce beast that looked a bit like a saber-toothed tiger.

Two huge sword teeth were exposed from the large mouth of the blood basin, and the entire neck was covered with triangular pyramidal black spikes, and anyone who tried to hold it or some other beast tried to bite its neck would definitely pay a heavy price.

This creature is even more ferocious.

As Martin approached, the goblin wolf bent down and made a low warning sound, the boar was digging into the soil, and the beast that had never been seen before wanted to pounce.

If it hadn't had a huge iron collar around its neck, and the collar was attached to an iron chain with a thick bowl mouth, and one end was tied to an iron pillar as thick as a human leg, it is estimated that this fierce beast would have been able to pounce out.

For this kind of beast that dares to grin at himself, Martin decisively gave it an arrow to the head to overtake it. Aside from its swiftness and ferocity, its skull doesn't have to be much harder than a tiger's.

In fact, Martin killed all the orc mounts he saw.

If you were in PUBG before the crossing, you saw the anchors smash the tires of the opponent's car, and you probably would swipe the screen and laugh at the "extremely poor" gods.

But this is an otherworldly battle royale, and Martin doesn't want the other side to release these mounts and bite him.

Dealing with the orc players drawn from all over the world, Martin already had a headache, and he didn't want to be an enemy.

Franise moved her lips and finally said nothing.

I don't know if it's a bad character to kill the opponent's mount, but there are actually quite a lot of small pillboxes and bow towers for guards around the fortress, and Martin tried to search around there, and found that there really wasn't a single mount he could use.

Instead, Franise miraculously finds a horse in a pigsty.

The whole body is pure white, and there is not a single variegated hair on the 100,000 hairs on the body.

The white steed was a real horse in any way, because its black eyes stared at Martin for a long time, and seemed to think that this human-looking guy was qualified to sit behind him, and then snorted, stretched out his big rough tongue and licked the back of Martin's hand.

White horse and silver helmet, France's appearance is so handsome, unless she opens the helmet to prove that she is not a man, otherwise if she really wants to wander around the king of Baccaria, she will definitely be regarded as a prince charming by countless girls.

Martin bared his teeth.

Your sister!

Is it justice to be beautiful these days?

It's a pity that her facial features are very feminine, otherwise Martin would have shouted "Brother Chun" to comfort his injured heart.

"Come up, let's come along!" said Francis, patting the saddle.

The saddle was large enough for two people to ride together, and Francis took the handle, and Martin went up anyway.

"Drive-"

The girl's riding skills were simply awesome, and when she gently touched the horse's neck or pulled the reins, the war horse fully understood what she meant, and spread her legs and galloped wildly.

The speed is fast, but in every adjustment step, every turn, it is as elegant and light as the dressage of an equestrian show.

The white horse dodged the cluttered obstacles on the road and quickly carried the two to the bridge.

Martin quickly made a roundabout: "Come, hide the horse, I'll put cold arrows here, and when you hear me shouting the words 'go to death,' you jump out and work." ”