Martin felt fortunate that, at least for this small detail, the gods took his advice - if a contestant was in a poison circle and her previous injuries were not enough to kill, but were poisoned by the poison circle, it would simply indicate that 'XX died outside the safe zone'.

Martin took advantage of this perfectly with Francis, and the two gritted their teeth and watched as the female savage struggled, unwillingly poisoned, and then licked the bag quickly.

Come on!

Hold your breath and run for the sake of life!

After the two finished taking the contents of their bags, they quickly ran in the direction of the safe zone while covering their mouths with wet towels. It was a terrible experience, it didn't last long, about 30 seconds, and the green fog around it became more and more intense, and in the final moments it was like swimming in a bowl of green pea soup.

When the vision in front of them suddenly widened, the two of them were relieved, and knelt down desperately, taking a big breath of fresh air.

"You ......"

"Your Neck ......"

The two watched in amazement at the changes in each other's bodies. Martin's face had an extra spot like a snake's eye, and the skin on France's neck seemed to be wrapped around a creeper-like green marking.

"Find the antidote!"

Since it is a poison circle, there is an antidote. Although it was a virus spread by the plague god Jalens himself, the slight virus of the first poison circle was, in Martin's opinion, a thing of whooping cough level.

As a modern man, he is well aware that plagues of this magnitude are often viruses. There are only a few ways for the virus to spread – contact transmission, and airborne transmission.

Just now, it was airborne, and they held their breath with a wet towel prepared in advance, which naturally greatly reduced the inhalation of the virus.

Of course, Franise didn't understand the mystery, but she only felt that this plague circle was a little scary, not very scary.

Flipping through the things he had just licked out, Martin quickly found a few bottles of antidote written on them in the package, and with a light touch of his hand, a mysterious light lit up slightly.

"It's ...... No. 3 Sigma Holy Water!?" Francis was obviously more knowledgeable than Martin: "One bottle per person, drink half of it, and pour the rest on your head." ”

Martin complied, and soon felt a refreshing sensation spread through him. Not only that, but the markings on her face and the tattoos on her neck also faded at the same time.

In the void, it was as if I heard the snort of a certain god's 'cut'.

Looking around, they were in a half-man-high meadow, and as long as they didn't straighten up, there was no danger of being discovered.

"Count the harvest!"

First of all, Martin took out a backpack, the backpack was not too big, it was a little larger than a schoolboy's school bag, and what was rare was that there seemed to be some kind of small magic array in it that reduced weight. This makes it possible to carry more weight.

And then there's a bunch of clutter:

The remaining two bottles of antidote.

One half-broken leather cuirass and two intact leather leg armors.

Five bandages of holy light.

A healing pack with a more powerful healing effect.

Five throwing knives.

A twenty-centimeter-long meniscus serrated dagger.

A pig iron machete that can be included in the category of heavy weapons, one meter long, and weighs fifteen kilograms.

Finally, there are two bottles of canned liquid with psychedelic brilliance and the four big characters "Energy Drink".

It's not that they don't work hard, the problem is that the female barbarian is so poor. The two who shared life and death glanced at each other, and they both saw the wry smile in each other's eyes.

"At least we're not as embarrassed as we were when we first came ashore. Martin handed Franise four bandages, using only one for himself.

"It's ......," she hesitated.

"Wait a minute, it's you who rush ahead. Martin emphasized.

"Alright!" she refused, picking up the machete and putting the three pieces of leather armor on herself. A little bad cuirass that at least provides some protection, she just needs to pay more attention to the protection of those bad places.

Melee combat means greater danger, and she also needs to be better equipped to face her enemies. Conversely, Martin's chance of injury would have been greatly reduced if he had gone the long-distance route. After Martin showed his amazing archery skills of shooting enemy ships from a hundred meters away, Franise had already regarded Martin as a master of crossbow arrows.

With four bandages of holy light, she felt much better.

In Martin Vision, her HP quickly returned to around 80%. Of course, Martin himself is still about 40%. No way, poor!

Martin handed over the energy drink: "Drink it! A bandage can't make you feel full, it should work." ”

Seriously, Franise instinctively refused to drink something of unknown origin. But to die now, or to die later, this choice is not difficult to make. And Martin looked convinced, she really couldn't refuse in the face of her savior.

She wrinkled her good-looking brows and drank the energy drink almost with the momentum of drinking poisoned wine.

Unexpectedly, she felt a divine energy spread out within herself. The body, which had just become detached from falling into the water, seemed to have strength again.

"Well, I'm really convinced, both just now and now. ”

Just now, it was Martin's wisdom that saved them both.

If they blindly run away, they will not be able to catch this kind of opportunity to lick the bag. Martin came up with a genius idea to get out of the house and onto the beach. When the footprints could be submerged by the tidal waters, they carefully stepped on their footprints and retreated back the way they came. It looked as if the two of them had finished searching and were back at sea.

In the end, the two of them hid in the large fireplace.

Martin noticed early on that the firewood in the fireplace was a ginger tree, a peculiar species that only grows in the Northlands, and when burned it had the smell of ginger slices, which would sort out the fishy smell of fish. Of course, it is also possible to mask their breath.

Just now, the two of them huddled in the corner of the large fireplace, and once discovered, in that cramped place, it could be said that it would be over immediately.

Lucky drops, they dodged.

Faced with the female knight's compliment, Martin smiled.

After some preparation, they continued on their way, and the words of the divine envoy descending from the sky, "Shrink the safe zone again in ten minutes", drove them and the other contestants towards the safe zone like a whip.

Under the cover of the grass, they weaved through the grass with their waists bent, and with the system scanning, Martin walked in front like a scout.

Suddenly, he spotted the enemy.

Two groups of enemies are facing each other in front of a strange thing.

That was supposed to be an altar.