"Gal, I need a piece of turf. The length and width of one person. Remove the mud if you can. Martin gestured.

Martin is really asking for a lot of chickens.

Franise never liked to be helped with her own ideas, and she didn't have a better idea. was framed, and then she had a particularly strong desire to survive, and she had long regarded survival as the first element, so she silently followed Martin's instructions, gave up her armor, and watched Martin's performance at the same time.

It was autumn and winter, and the turf on the ground began to dry up, not as resilient as spring and summer.

As Martin's personal guard, Gal of course carried out his master's instructions to the letter. It didn't take him more than a few minutes to get Martin a large piece of turf, which was enough at the edges, though not so neat as a dog's gnawing.

Not only has most of the mud been removed from the turf, but even the bugs are not visible.

Martin was satisfied, and Franise was dumbfounded.

Martin almost disappeared in front of her.

If it weren't for the eyes of the anomalous chicken thief, who would not have been recognized even if they were close, this was a large living man in a turf, not a haystack.

That's right, this is the famous [Geely Suit] in the PUBG game.

To put it bluntly, this thing is a trick to visually deceive the opponent. Wearing this stuff doesn't necessarily mean good luck, eat chicken tonight. The picture is a rarity.

I think that when Martin was playing a game, he finally picked up a set, but the last safe area was in a yellow and clear wheat field, and the clothes he wore were simply poisonous. I was reluctant to take it off, and as a result, the auspicious clothes were passed down second-hand, third-handed, and fourth-handed......

In today's world, Geely is definitely a good fortune!

Because after shrinking the circle three times, the final battle site can be basically determined, which is the basin surrounded by woods in front of you. As far as the eye can see, it is all yellowed hay, wearing homemade auspicious clothes, it is simply one with heaven and earth!

"Young master, it still has this effect, can I also get a set?"

Martin glanced around: "Give you three minutes." ”

Garton went digging again.

Martin turned to the female knight: "You either?"

Franise was extremely entangled, stomped her legs one last time, gritted her teeth and said, "The only thing that can be worn on me is gorgeous clothes and armor!"

"Then your highness is all right. ”

"Yes. The knight gritted her teeth again.

Not to mention her, even the human envoys and gods who were watching the battle were dumbfounded.

How had they ever seen such modern tactical equipment?

This simply turned their perception of war on its head.

Some of the other gods were contemplative, some were unconcerned. After all, it is okay to deal with ordinary people, but it can't fool wood elves who know a lot about forests and trees, orcs such as werewolves with a keen sense of smell, and vampires who are extremely sensitive to blood.

The only ones who were pitted were ordinary orcs.

No, two orcs will be tricked right away.

The blood stains and scars on their bodies are like their martial arts, proving how powerful they are to kill all the way.

It's a pity that they were pitted by Martin's righteous old cowards.

For from afar they saw Francis, who was walking alone in the woodland with a sledgehammer, and did not notice the two haystacks creeping in front of Francis.

When they arrived on a huge boar.

Martin also deliberately let go of the boar rider in front of him, and when the second boar rider arrived, Gal suddenly jumped up.

As soon as it was shot, it was a lightning-fast straight stab.

A simple spike has become extremely fast and fierce after countless exercises.

Just as Gal and the Boar Knight were about to stagger by, a black spear stabbed into the boar's chest like lightning.

The strong inertia made the boar look as if it had hit its chest against the tip of the spear.

"Poof!" The crisp sound of the blade slamming into the flesh was right on the boar's back, and the scarlet tip of the spear pierced through the body before bursting out, piercing straight into the orc's actual chest and abdomen.

The orc knight's X-shaped chest strap as a sign of bravery killed him in disguise. If he was wearing a full chest armor, then at least he wouldn't have been shot in the stomach like he is now.

The spear is like a stick through a gourd of rock sugar, stringing boar and orcs together.

The moment the boar pressed down, Gal had already rolled on his side and dodged, and at the same time pulled out the dagger at his waist. As the Boar Rider clutched his stomach in pain and threw off his mount, the agile Garr was already swiftly closing in, slashing at the twisted but unprotected neck.

Over there, the Boar Rider, who was rushing ahead, heard a strange noise behind him. He instinctively wanted to turn back. But it was too late.

The boar has the most powerful sprinting ability, but the boar's control is notoriously poor among mounts, whether it is turning or slowing down, it is very difficult for the large round body.

He could only bite the bullet and slash down with an axe at the petite figure in front of him with a hammer.

It was at this critical juncture that a bowstring suddenly sounded "Wow!" not far behind him.

The pain from the vest made him understand that he should have been hit by an arrow.

Who the hell is so insidious?

Actually put a cold arrow in the back!?

Unfortunately, he didn't have a chance to know.

The hammer head of a huge long-handled war hammer rapidly enlarged in his vision, full of diamond-shaped convex hammers, emitting a palpitating golden light.

He also saw the attacker's emaciated arm.

"How strong can a small arm be?" The orc, who was completely unable to dodge the arrow in his right shoulder, could not lift his right hand, and instead used his left arm with gauntlets to block the front of his door.

He's betting on Francis's lack of arm strength.

Unfortunately, nine out of ten bets are lost!

Betting that the other party is a rookie in this safe zone that is almost a decisive battle circle, is really hehehe.

Not to Martin's surprise, Franise displays an aesthetic of violence that is not commensurate with her size. The hammer weighing dozens of pounds was split into a semicircle by her arm, which seemed to be broken at the first break.

The end of that wonderful crescent arc is the skull of the orc knight.

Just five meters away, Martin could clearly hear the terrifying sound of the wind as the hammer was raised, as if it could swing the surrounding atmosphere away.

The power can be imagined!

"Poof-" It was obviously two things, the arm and the head, but Francis smashed it with a hammer and made a sound.

The picture was so beautiful that Martin couldn't even eat.

Replace the scene of smashing watermelons on the beach with colorful brains, and that's about the same.

If he encounters such a woman who can smash a two-and-a-half-meter-tall orc into a descendant of the Torture Heaven, the Headless Horseman, with a hammer, Martin will definitely slip faster than a rabbit.

Now that he has witnessed the true strength of Francis, Martin suddenly has a little more grasp of 'eating chicken'.