When Mu En was conscious, he only felt that there was no place in his body that was not uncomfortable, and his limbs, bones, and muscles were as sore, itchy and painful as pinpricks, as if the eighteen kinds of torture in hell were nothing more than that. The pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info gritted his teeth and forced his dizzy head to hold on, he tried to spread his eyes, but his vision was blurred, and he vaguely saw a tall figure in front of him, saying something to him.

The voice was loud, but to his ears it was intermittently distant as if it were coming from the horizon, and he carefully discerned it, as if to say that it reassured him that it was safe here.

Immediately after, the taut string in his head loosened and he fainted again.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, Mu En slept very deeply, and all the way to the march, the fight had exhausted all his energy. When the dappled sunlight shone on his face, bringing him a little light and temperature, his consciousness began to recover little by little, and this time he felt much better, as long as his body did not move, there was no obvious pain.

He opened his eyes, and after a blur, his vision began to focus, and he seemed to be in a wooden house, which was poorly decorated, with a simple fire pit with wooden blocks burning, and on top of it was a blackened kettle, which was already steaming hot. Then there was a simple wooden table, an oil lamp, a stool, and a wooden bed, and he was lying on the wooden bed, covered with some kind of pinned animal skin, very warm.

The most striking thing in the room is a large bow hanging on the wall, the dark bow body has no decoration, the only characteristic is that it is large, at least one person tall, and the thick bow body and the bowstring as thick as a small thumb, all show its formidable range and strength.

Of course, the people who can control it must be stronger.

And in a quiver next to it, there are also dozens of arrows inserted. Because of the angle, he could only look at the swarthy shaft and wings, as if they were the same material as the bow.

(If this isn't hell, you've been saved.) ）

Mu En unconsciously thought that before he fainted, he seemed to be able to see the arrow pierced in the leader's chest. Struggling to twist his head and body, he felt visibly stiff, as if he had slept for too long. Struggling to sit up, he found that his clothes had been changed, all the wounds on his body seemed to have been treated, and the white cloth had been circled around his body many times, and he was actually tied with a bow at the end.

And the wound on his left arm, which was stung by a double venom-tailed scorpion, seems to have undergone a unique treatment. The wound was cut vertically, and two long gits were made along the way until the shoulder, where the scar could be clearly seen, and the entire arm was smeared with some kind of potion, a turquoise color. Although it looked a little scary, Mu En clearly felt that his arm had become swollen and regained consciousness, and he moved his fingers without feeling anything abnormal.

(It seems that the scorpion venom has been cured!I don't know who saved me?)

When Mu En thought like this, the door of the house was pushed open, and a little girl of about eight or nine years old, running in with green leather boots, she looked at the boiling water and smoking kettle with a panicked face, and directly carried the iron handle with her white and tender little hands, but was thrown down with a hot scream.

Then he puffed out his cheeks and blew his little hands, and tears slowly overflowed from his big eyes.

It wasn't until this moment that he seemed to find Mu En, who was sitting on the bed, looking at him in a daze, and suddenly, shouting, 'Grandpa, grandpa, the strange man is awake, the strange man is awake.' He ran out.

Until this time, Mu En sat on the bed in a daze, looking at the door rattling in the wind, speechless.

Is this a situation?!

After about a few minutes, the sound of heavy footsteps gradually came from a distance, and with Mu En's perception, he seemed to be able to hear the earth tremble as the footsteps moved.

This must be a majestic giant.

In fact, he was two meters tall, with a bright and bald head, a jacket made of animal skins leaking well-developed eight-pack abs, and his bare arms were as thick as Mu En's thighs, and when he entered the door, the sun was blocked, and the whole room was shrouded in his figure.

Well, compared to the giant in front of him, that once burly leader is not even a fart.

However, the strange thing is that such a strong person can only feel the time that has passed on him for a long time when he sees the deep wrinkles on his face and his eyes as old as the sea.

This seems to be an old man.

The first thing the old man did when he entered the house was to lift the kettle very casually, and his rough big hands seemed to be completely unable to feel the temperature of the boiling kettle, and Mu En's eyelids jumped when he saw it, and he now understood why the little girl would go directly to lift the kettle, obviously, this is the upward and downward effect.

Without waiting for the old man to speak, Mu En struggled to get up from the bed, he clenched his right hand into a fist and beat his chest, bowed slightly in the posture of this world warrior meeting the strong, and said: "Dear elder, Mu En Sparta would like to pay you the highest respect and thank you for saving your life. ”

In this world, Mu En positions himself as a warrior, as a region where many city-states are lined up and wars are frequent, the status of a warrior is noble, and the salary of a warrior is also considerable, if you can become a professional, then the ruling class has opened the door to you.

Even, even if you are captured, the probability of being redeemed or surrendered as a warrior is extremely high. On the other hand, other identities are precarious, and if you are accidentally caught as a slave, it is really better to live than to die.

Casually put the kettle on the table, the old man stared at Mu En seriously for a while, and said, "If you want to thank me, thank my granddaughter, it was she who begged me to save you." Otherwise, with a large group of Kress warriors gathered in Rock Village, I wouldn't have saved you. However, you are very good, you can slaughter three with your cleverness, even if you die, you can earn it. It's just that the combat skills are poor, not a little bit. ”

"I know you're not from a nearby village, tell me, what's your name, where are you from, why are you in the lonely wasteland? I want to hear the truth!"

(This old man is really direct!)

Mu En was stunned: "There is nothing to hide from this, my name is Mu En, Mu En? Sparta, from Changhu Town, my father is a blacksmith in Changhu Town, some time ago, I helped my father deliver goods, went out of the town to a village next to it, and when I came back the next day, I only saw corpses all over the ground.

Then, a group of warriors in black armor seemed to be searching for something, and I was discovered, so I had to flee for my life. Later, in a panic, I entered the lonely wasteland, where I finally shook off the black-armored warriors who were chasing me.

However, I also lost my way, and kept walking there, feeding on lettuce, fighting with the demon scorpion wolf, and being stung by a scorpion with two tails, and almost being poisoned to death, I finally came out and ran into the group of Kress warriors. ”

Mu En naturally can't say that he is a traverser, from another world or something, that is either being regarded as a madman, or possessed by a demon or something, definitely looking for death. On the way, he thought carefully, he knew that only a false nine points of truth can deceive people, and finally, based on a blueprint in his dream, he made a detailed compilation of his name, origin, relatives, work, etc.

And the rhetoric just now is a graft of truth and codification. In the image of William Hammer, he said it again in the context of his own experience.

"What town are you from?"

"The town of Long Lake. ”

"I've been to the town of Changhu, it's a good town, it's a commercial road, it's very prosperous, I remember, there should be three blacksmith shops on the south side of the town. I'm more familiar with the hammer family, and the craftsmanship of the old hammer still thinks that it's okay, by the way, there is a boy in his family, a very strong boy, named Elan. ”

"Hehe, the old man is wrong, the town of Long Lake is mainly fishing, and there are three good blacksmith shops, but in the north, my father Xes, Sparta. You're talking about the Hammer boy's name is William, William, Hammer, he's got a lot of strength. I was bullied by him a lot when I was training. Mu En scratched his head and said as if he was puzzled.

The characters Munn spoke of were all real, but now they were all dead, and he replaced one of them, in fact, Xes-Sparta was the most common of the three blacksmiths, and he was the least famous of the three blacksmiths, who only made some agricultural tools.

The old man finally nodded: "Well, maybe I'm mistaken. The scorpion that stung you is called the Twin Poison Tails, a terrifying monster with a strong poison. You kid is still very lucky to have met me, and there will be no more than five people in the entire Soros city-state who can concoct the double-hook poison antidote of the double poisonous tail scorpion, and I am one of them. ”

"But ......" the old man's words suddenly paused: