"So, second lieutenant?" Captain Jelamin's words almost squeezed out of his teeth.

At the same time, in addition to Marcus, the faces of the other three ensigns were also difficult to see. I wonder if it's because of Lieutenant Henry's dismal words or because of the harsh reality that I'm about to face?

"So we're done! We're going to die at the hands of the gnolls, you, me, and they ......," he pointed frantically to everyone present, "and in the end it's all going to be food for the gnolls!

A flash of silver light stopped, and Second Lieutenant Henry Bell's words came to an abrupt halt, his head remaining in the air for less than a second, followed by his blood-spurting headless corpse falling onto a large block of stone brick.

Marcus flicked his sword and glanced at Captain Jeremin, who had drawn his saber halfway and inserted it back, and the remaining officers who had just pressed their hands on their swords, a mocking smile on their faces.

After a short silence, Second Lieutenant Lawrence spoke: "Second Lieutenant Marcus, have you gone too far?"

"Disturb the morale of the army, such a waste is dead. The corners of Marcus' mouth curled slightly, he turned his head and walked towards the door: "Haha...... Amusing. ”

"Henry does deserve to die, but what are you laughing at?" Captain Jeremin asked with a frown, "and, after disturbing the morale of the army, it is not your turn to kill him." ”

"I'm laughing at the army of the kingdom, this omen should have appeared a long time ago, haha, it's just that the peaceful days have passed a little longer, and they have been abandoned to such a point......"

"It's funny. ”

Marcus walked slowly to the gate. Unconcerned, exposing his back to a few officers, he raised his head, facing the howling north wind, and looked up at the sky, a flame that seemed to burn in his eyes, making his vision penetrate the haze and look at the sky in the direction of the upwind path.

"Jackals aren't even a prelude. ”

The Dark Gate, which opened decades later, was the real prelude, the prelude to the endless strife of Azeroth. Compared to the future, the phenomenon of the gnoll overflow is just a warm-up activity to maintain the state.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Do you know that the present peace is only an illusion, that the flames of war will reignite in the future, and that the blood of the great races will be soaked in sand and the corpses will be scattered all over the land - no one is immune, and if you don't want to be destroyed, you will have to fight forever. At that time, the fastest time to die will be Henry's cowardly waste. ”

"There is no war in the world that cannot be lost. Even the Legend of Azeroth, the savior of the world, the messenger of the Titans, a 45-year-old man who swept through Uldaman to solve the mystery of the dwarves, a 60-year crusade against the Black Dragon King Netsario and the Elder God Cthun, a high-ranking Overseer of the Horde, a level 110 Warlord in the Firmament Fortress, a Level 110 Warlord in the Firmament, and a holder of the Sdomka Warbrass, the master of the Sword of Valagaar, the user of the scales of the guardian of the earth, wearing an epic war equipment with a double core orange, holding an artifact, will still be chased into the river by several drug-addicted old ladies in Sulama and pressed into the water to ......"

The people in the tower didn't say a word, they didn't know what Marcus was talking about, they knew every word, but they didn't know what was going on.

However, Marcus didn't care, let alone explain. From beginning to end, his gaze stayed on the dark clouds that shrouded the sky, "It's useless to escape, it's better to try to live than to feel sorry for yourself." Taking a step back, when you die, you can also pull enough gnolls on your back. ”

"Well said, Second Lieutenant Marcus. Do you have any brilliant suggestions or plans for solving this mortal situation?" asked an ensign.

"Brilliant suggestion? No, there is no need for such a thing. The plan is very simple, we just need to stay here and kill all the gnolls that come over? If we don't kill a hundred, we will have a thousand, and if we can't kill a thousand, we will kill all the gnolls that appear in front of us.

Hearing Marcus's words, several people's brows furrowed. Ensign Henry was too cowardly before, and this one was a little too arrogant.

One of the lieutenants finally couldn't hold back and yelled at his back, "What the fuck are you kidding? Kill a thousand, who do you think you are?"

"I'm Marcus Elam, the Nefarem of the air in the future!"

(Nefarem is another name for Nephilim.) ）

Marcus spun around sharply, his eyes glowing with confidence and danger, causing the rest of the group to swallow their words back into their stomachs.

In fact, neither a few minutes ago nor now, he could see no hope of winning – unless the opponent made a foolish play of his own tactics. But pinning the hope of victory on the enemy is too unreliable, especially when this kind of jackal can win with a wave of face A.

No matter how he calculated, even if he included the combat power of the fourth character column that was left to deal with emergencies and had not yet been used, he couldn't see much hope. No matter how you make up for your shortcomings, if you minor in magic, you can use a physical ranged class like Amazon, a witcher, or a legal output class, even if you get a summoning class such as a witch doctor or druid, and use the summoning class as a meat shield, there is no possibility of winning. Even the necromancer, who uses the most summons and is the best at fighting at the risk of being hunted down by the mages of this world and even all the living, has little chance of winning—twenty or forty skeletons are really of little use in such a scene.

There is almost no hope that the skills of the four classes can be used at the same time.

With Second Lieutenant Henry's frustrated words, Marcus's mood also fell for a while. He was disappointed, and that disappointment quickly focused on disappointment with himself.

He has been in this world for several years and has become a stranger to himself. Maybe from the moment he knew that this was the real world and not the game, he began to be afraid of death, and he didn't have the arrogance and lightness in the games of the past, for fear that he would lose his life in this world if he was not careful.

Especially after knowing that there were still decades left before the real troubled times, and that Nephilim had an extremely long lifespan and an unlimited increase in strength, he became more and more forward-looking, and his first consideration was how to obtain experience points safely and efficiently.

Therefore, he didn't dare to level up in the Western Wilderness by himself, so he tried his best to leave Yuexi Town, which was always passively defensive, safe but inefficient, and joined the kingdom's army, trying to use the help of the army forces that fought more frequently to level up safely......

When he encountered a real crisis, he suddenly realized that he had wasted too much time on the way to pursue the so-called safe and efficient leveling. There is also too much experience accumulated in the experience pool that has not been converted into strength, but because the state can be fully restored at the time of upgrade, it is a huge waste to level up when there is no battle......

Then ...... Let's do it!

When Marcus realizes that he can't run away from a dangerous battle like a coward, he lets go of his baggage. The furious warriors of the past seem to be back again, and since there is no way to avoid it, let's have a good fight!