The world was ruled by the great sorcerer kings, whose glorious deeds were recited and praised by the poor people who lived in the land of Bracada and among the drunken minstrels, though the paupers could not pay less than a grain of rice for it, oh it should be said to be a contribution, and the bard would not be rewarded with half a copper.

But at least they were able to live, in a way that was humbled to the dust.

For those living at the bottom of the pyramid, it is pragmatic to survive, and it is not important how they will survive.

Not to mention that there are no more options.

In this world, the magic power of the wizard kings can even shroud the sky, the dignity and wealth belong to the mage masters, and the only thing that belongs to the people is the sun and sweat, and the rice soup and moldy bread in the shabby iron pot.

Some people disagreed, so they organized a heroic rebellion, sounding the trumpet of freedom and dignity to the wizarding kings.

It is a pity that in the past hundreds of years, these singing and weeping warriors have turned into the dust of the wizard king's men and the wheels of history, and those poems forged with courage and blood have not left a word, or have been left, but only in the darkness where the sun does not shine, in the depths of those souls who yearn for freedom and survival.

Of course, that barbarian of Krurod is an anomaly, and I heard that the barbarian named Tanan has been making trouble for a long time.

The son of a nomad who had only listened to an old bard tell the glorious deeds of their great ancestor Jag and decided to rise up on the pole had really gathered the warriors of their tribe and seized the rights of the original patriarch attached to the wizard king by virtue of the rhetoric of the four bards, and in fact the fat drunkard who only ate and drank on their blood and sweat every day did not even take an axe after asking Tanan for a duel, and God knows what His Majesty the Wizard King gave him every day when he bowed down to the court。

Tanan succeeded, raising a large army against the tyranny of the Wizard Kings and conquering all of Krurod along the way, and now he has rejected the peace agreement offered by the Wizard Kings and is leading his invincible army over the Walls Peak, a mountain that has been claimed to be impassable for hundreds of years, and the megalithic fortresses that stretch for hundreds of miles.

No matter what others think, Tanan himself knows where his path lies. Since he was a child, his dream was to make life better, but he didn't, so I'll create it with my own hands, he thought as he stood on the vast plain beneath the wall, and behind him was an endless army of barbarians.

The war between Tanan and the Wizard Kings has been going on for a long time, and the Calabuda Empire and its former colony of Krurod are scorched, and the war has even spread to the corner of Bairders, which belongs to the Elven Kingdom, but the long-eared fellows are amusefully silent.

Good looks are not a strategic advantage, especially since neither the Wizard King nor the Barbarians seem to be a reasonable race.

At this time, Lord Ryan, who had the strange surname 'Griffonheart', was still unknown, and the Kingdom of Erathia, which would shock the entire Antagrich continent in the future, had not been born, and a light suddenly appeared in the sky of Krurod, which was filled with desert and the Gobi Desert despite its vast territory.

Without the spells of the wizards, the sky was so bright, so bright that no one noticed anything unusual after the light fell on a dying boy behind a sand dune somewhere in the Engri Desert.

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"So, I still crossed over. ”

Lear tried to move his new body, and the ghost knew that the spear armor that was being wrapped in a charge by thousands of troops while asleep and dreaming was suddenly struck by lightning could actually produce this effect, but fortunately, after reading so many time-traveling novels, Lear was not panicked when he encountered this situation again, and he was not eager to try, and how to save his life in the short term was the right thing.

Because the first time he tried to control his body, he found that the great fatigue caused by hunger and dehydration took over his whole body, and he could not even move a finger at this time.

A small scroll was lying quietly in his arms, the only comfort in the desperate situation, and Lear knew what it was, because he was struck by lightning in his sleep on the battlefield in order to pick up the muddy magic scroll that had been trampled by horses and footsteps, and he had unfolded a corner of the scroll with anticipation before the lightning came.

Magic Arrow.

What the fuck.

If being a pikeman still makes Lear emotionally reluctantly acceptable - eight pack abs and a toned body anyway.

"Then who can tell me what's going on?" he snarled inwardly.

A thirteen-year-old boy born in a small village on the edge of the desert lost all his relatives because thieves attacked the village, and he himself was kidnapped by a thief with some special habits in the group of thieves because of his cute appearance, but this unlucky group of thieves did not have time to return to the lair because of the uneven distribution of the spoils and killed each other, the thief who captured him saw that the situation was not right, and the other people together sneaked away first, so he is now hanging on a horse and running for a day without a drop of water, and then there is a suspicion of innocence at any time.

"What's this TM setting?"

A few swear words can no longer fully express the indignation in Lear's heart, others are crossing with a huge treasure, or they are crossing into the children of princes and nobles, take 10,000 steps back and say that the giant treasure is not needed, and the children of the gentleman are not appropriate, so give me a safe environment for me to farm and develop, right?

This Nima is such a cheating situation when he comes up, a thirteen-year-old dying weak chicken is forgotten, and his limbs are weak and he has to face a few tall and two palms wide to protect his heart, and he has a special hobby, what about playing?

And what the hell is this magic arrow scroll? Even if you don't give chain lightning, then give you an ice demon ring? Do you want me to kill these dead faggets at once?

Suddenly, Lear remembered a question that made his back sweat run down his back, and glanced at a few thieves sitting in the shadows under the horse not far from him, and he cautiously tried to sense the scroll in his arms, which responded with a faint glow of light in his arms.

"Whew..."

Luckily, it worked, and Lear finally found some comfort.

You must know that magic is a mysterious thing, not every intelligent life can access the mysteries, although he came through to get such a weak chicken body, it is finally a magic affinity, that is, the talent is not bad, and being able to use the magic arrows on the scroll at least gives his life a little protection, otherwise Lear can really only close his eyes and wait for death.

After not being the fastest and most aggrieved time-traveler in history, Lear began to calculate the likelihood and strategy of survival in his head.

There are a total of four people on the other side, looking at the five big and three thick body types and comparing them with themselves, Lear also knows that hand-to-hand combat can definitely be excluded, and when he thinks of the word hand-to-hand combat, Liar suddenly shuddered, and somewhere the unspeakable part was deeply tightened.

The scorching sun hanging over the desert scorched Lear's body, and it also made him realize that what he urgently needed at the moment was water, otherwise his thirsty throat might not even be able to recite spells, but he thought about it again that he had clearly communicated directly with the magic power on the scroll just now, which meant that the magic recorded by the scroll did not need a spell to be released, which gave him a little more confidence to escape, because the ghost knew what the spell of the magic arrow was.

Still have to drink water, although the release of magic and physical strength is not much related, but it is closely related to mental power, with their current mental state is obviously not too good, no matter how many times the magic stored on the scroll is enough to use, at least to ensure that their mental power is enough to use up the magic power on the scroll, otherwise only send a magic arrow and there will be no follow-up, not the same waiting for burp.

"Water..."

Lear uttered a weak voice as he cried out to the thieves who were hiding from the scorching sun in the shadows beneath the horse's belly.

"Cut, aren't you dead yet?"

One of the thieves glanced in this direction but didn't mean to move, apparently he didn't think it was wise to waste water, even if it was just a mouthful, for a dying child in the middle of the desert.

Kindness doesn't exist, otherwise he wouldn't be a thief.

On the other hand, another man with a bit of a roe head and a rat eyes lit up when he heard Lear's voice, and a lewd smile immediately spread out on his lips. He left the horse with the shriveled skin bladder and made a few strides before coming to Lear's side.

He lifted Lear's emaciated body in his hands like a chicken and walked towards the back of the dunes, the other three thieves under the horse's belly seemed to know what he was going to do, but none of them said anything to stop him, Lear's mind flashed as the thief raised his butcher's knife to his mother in the flames, and a cold light condensed in his eyes.

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