"Looks like we're going to have to sleep in the wild tonight. ”

Wandering through the wilderness, Marcus eventually found his goal, but he had a headache when he looked at the collapsed watchtower, which had been reduced to ruins.

Walking up the tattered stone steps to the stone platform surrounding the watchtower, Marcus was disappointed to find that the watchtower had collapsed completely, and the original space of the tower was full of rubble and broken wood. After a little round, he gave up on finding or clearing a space inside that was enough to lie down and stay.

It seemed that the tower itself could not be used, Marcus circled the stone platform, and found that the stone wall in this circle, which was only more than one person high, was still intact compared to the watchtower, so he simply lit a bonfire.

After riding a carriage on a dirt road without any shock-absorbing structure for most of the day, and then riding the cheaply bought donkey, and after a series of battles, Marcus was already in a state of exhaustion when he walked alone in the wilderness.

After setting up several traps around the watchtower and setting up a tent, Marcus finally let out a sigh of relief and pulled out water bags, bread, and wolf meat that had been cut dozens of minutes earlier from his inventory. Because the same item can be stacked and occupies only one slot, he has everything in place, which is not only complete, but also well-stocked.

The inventory doesn't have an expiration date, so the bread is still in the same condition that Marcus bought from the bakery - it hasn't been baked for more than five minutes, and the water bag is still hot from the spring water that has been boiled and poured in.

Grilling the meat on the fire, Marcus leaned against the cold stone wall, eating bread while watching the bright yellow flames lick the wolf meat happily. Soon, he sprinkled a little more refined salt that he made himself to make the wolf meat easier to swallow.

After a decent dinner, Marcus reclined into the tent. Despite his fatigue, he only dared to put in his inventory the chain mail, shields, and swords that the system considered to be equipment—which could be equipped instantaneously as long as he wasn't in the Great Secret Realm—and even less daring to fall into a deep sleep. After all, the risk of camping alone in the wilderness was too high, and Marcus didn't want to fall asleep and fall into the mouths of some beast or monster.

As you can imagine, the quality of sleep in this state is not high, but it gives him a sufficient buffer. When Marcus was faintly alarmed by the strange strangeness in the distance, although he didn't feel that he had rested enough, he quickly got up and got out of the tent. Stepping on the embers of the extinguished campfire, he saw the light of the fire in the distance.

It should be the light from the torch.

Looking up at the dark sky, Marcus waved his hand and put the items in his inventory, while he himself changed into his gear and carefully hidden, keeping an eye on the approaching firelight.

Soon, there was the sound of jagged footsteps, and to Marcus's perception, there were about ten to twelve people, all of whom were fully armed.

The faltering firelight headed straight for the watchtower, and Marcus became agitated. In this environment, there are still people who have to travel at night?

"Damn scared!" he looked even more ugly, took a half-step back, and had already taken his bow and arrows out of his inventory, and stood ready to attack.

Almost the next second, the shrill bell rang, a guard trap he had set eighty paces away.

Immediately the torches scattered in all directions.

“...... Disperse!" a faint voice drifted through the air, "...... Don't let that kid run away......"

From his point of view, two of the four torches broke away from the group and flanked each side of the tower, while the five or six men under the remaining torches rushed towards him at almost charge-fast speeds.

"Oh my day!" Before the words fell, Marcus had already loosened his bowstring, but unfortunately, there were no Amazons or witchers in his four class columns, and his current profession was still Nephiten Paladin. All of his shots in his previous life were based on the effect of systematic correction of hits by ranged classes - just like the magic skills in the game are automatically added to the must, you can't really practice archery or learn magic when you play a game, right?

So even though he kept aiming at the torches, Marcus couldn't get the result.

"Inexplicable!"

Marcus didn't even think about another arrow, and the fluttering arrow failed to make a difference, but instead caused the opponent to fight back.

The man lowered his head, almost dodged the opponent's bow and arrow to counterattack, switched the bow and arrow to a sword and shield, and stood behind the stone wall, his center of gravity lowered.

Man, don't be cowardly, just do it!

The first to rush up was a bald-headed warrior, and by the moonlight, Marcus could faintly see the horizontal flesh on the other man's face. The bald head turned to Marcus, raised the axe in his hand for the first time, and then slashed at the head of the target in front of him.

"Brush!" As he spoke, Marcus raised his shield in front of him and crashed into it. The axe slashed heavily at the shield, but it was the bald warrior who retreated, and the sudden dizziness made him unable to help but let go of the iron axe in his hand, and Marcus then took the opportunity to stab his sword with ease, and easily pierced his throat.

"Hmm?!" everything happened so fast that the second person who rushed up didn't react, but instinctively waved his weapon at Marcus. At this time, Marcus repeated his old trick and once again launched a powerful [Heavy Attack].

The little man who wielded the twin knives was even more unbearable, and was almost knocked to the ground by Marcus's powerful impact from the [Strength Aura] and [Heavy Attack] skill amplification. As if the scene was repeated, a long sword pierced his throat at the right time.

His pupils began to dilate, and after a few moments, he was transformed into a corpse, just like the bald head.

"No, you killed Ryan?"

With this roar, a third and fourth enemy appeared on the stone platform at the base of the watchtower.

The Nephilemite paladin, named Marcus, was silent for a few moments, until the third man threw down his torch, and the one behind him charged furiously.

"[Sacrifice]. He took a step forward in the face of the charging enemy.

He raised the long sword in his hand, allowing the power accumulated in his flesh to pour out from every corner of his body, gathering in his hand, and slashing at his opponent.

"Kill!"? Like a thunderbolt, the enemy's attack was accompanied by a roar of rage, and the furious power was released, and the sharp spear and another mace came with hatred.

But he still couldn't defeat Marcus.

Eighteen times more than the full force of the slash, the enemy's weapon shattered, and the mace almost came out of his hand, and then was almost slapped in the face by the shield that followed.

The enemy who was knocked unconscious by [Heavy Attack] with a disconnected spear became the third victim. Just as Marcus was about to create a fourth victim, footsteps sounded not far behind him.

"It's ...... fast to climb walls"