There was no suspense, the big man was too late to say goodbye to this world in an instant after being hit by the light of the magic arrow, and Lear finally lost his ability to control his body due to the exhaustion of his mental power after shaking in place a few times, and fell straight back into the sand.

The sun sets in the west, and the moon rises in the sky.

When Lear woke up again, in addition to the headache that was about to tear his head apart, he felt an irresistible cold eating away at his body.

The night in the desert is no better than the day, and the temperature difference of dozens of degrees below zero can really freeze people to death.

"Poof!"

After spitting out the grains of sand that invaded his nose and mouth while he was unconscious, Lear finally staggered to his feet, he first found the water bladder that was half covered by the wind and sand, poured it a few times, and finally regained a little strength after a while of coolness, and then carefully closed the lid and moved towards the corpses in front of him.

I don't know how far I have gone into the desert, every drop of water is equivalent to a precious source of life, and I dare not waste it.

After a while, Lear sat on the sand wearing the clothes that had been pulled off the big man's corpse, looking at the pile of scattered loot in front of him, although it was still a little cold, but it could only be like this, the clothes of the two bandits were full of blood, which made Lear, who was a little slightly clean, unacceptable, as for the dead Lear, he just wanted to burn him.

Two bags of gold coins, and the other bag was collected from the other three people, a total of about one hundred and thirty, a few broken knives have no value to Lear, he just tried to dance the big man's saber, and felt that with his current physical fitness, even if he was full of food and drink, he probably couldn't use it to cut off a wrist-thick sapling, and the legendary path of demon and martial arts double cultivation seemed to have no chance with him, so he could only go all the way to the black.

A unicorn-like helmet and a piece of wisteria soft armor gave Lear some relief, and if memory serves, this is the legendary knight's helmet and rattan armor, although only poor Baba's knowledge and power are better than nothing.

By now, Lear was completely sure which world he had crossed into, though he had a rough guess from the very beginning when he saw the pit scroll - the magic gate that pits the dead, and especially the most chaotic heroes and invincible chronicles.

Can anyone tell me what generation this is?

He looked at his thin claws that couldn't tie the chicken, well, it was a human undoubtedly, and he finally didn't give it to any lizardmen, werewolves, and tree people, and there were no problems with emotional cognition and ethnic belonging.

So according to the design, you should be a human hero, a knight or a priest?

Forget this body, don't be a knight, although I also want to hug the princess in the crowd, but I may be crushed to death by the knight's heavy armor on my body before I set off, not to mention the five-meter-long knight's spear, honestly being a priest squatting behind the crowd and throwing skills is the best choice.

What about skills? The high match should be primary wisdom and primary diplomacy, right? If the specialty can have a chain lightning again, it will be properly invincible, but he thought that he only had ten points of magic power in poor Baba, so he could only reluctantly deny this extravagant hope.

I can't let it out!!

Lear studied the senses in the novel and observed it for a long time, and found that he couldn't see anything except the darkness in his head, let alone the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and the only result he finally came up with was a huge and continuous roar in his abdomen.

The people live on food.

Is it the wrong way to open it?," thought Lear, nibbling on the dry biscuit he had pulled out of the big man's clothes.

There should be wisdom skills, otherwise it would be impossible for him to feel the magic fluctuations on the scroll and use them smoothly, but then he thought that the first and second level magic did not need the support of wisdom skills at all, and this discovery made him extremely decadent.

So what did you bring with you when you crossed over? Do you want to learn from Sariel, a magic arrow, to expand the territory and conquer the world?

So the current situation is that I only know that I have come to the world of heroes and invincibles, I don't know what year it is, I don't know what the situation is, there are no skills, no specialties, no soldiers, no money, no castles, no magic, no equipment, no level, well, there is no position.

Great, isn't this the setting of a proper Great Demon King of the Mixed World, Lear laughed twice and fell on his back.

"Thief, why are you playing with me!?"

After cleaning up his heavy heart, Lear sat up again, anyway, it is safe to come, it is impossible to expand the territory in this situation, but at least to ensure that he can survive first, the first task is to find a human town to live in, so that his life is guaranteed, otherwise he may not have such good luck in being captured by that group of thieves who are not long-sighted.

Then all you have to do is figure out how to determine if you have any special skills and specialties in you, isn't there such a thing as a magic academy in the game, it should be possible to do it there, and it would be great if you had the opportunity to learn more magic.

After having a definite direction, the confusion in Lear's heart faded a lot, and he was not a hesitant person in the first place, in the words of Taizu in his previous life, "I am confident that after two hundred years of life, I will hit the water for three thousand miles!"

As long as you don't die, there will always be a day to come!

After thinking about this, Lear put the bulky helmet on his head, and put on the rattan wood armor with great effort, and the expanded mental power suddenly made him feel a lot of pride in his heart, and used a rag as a cloak to cover up his abnormality of being supported by the helmet and wooden armor, and he walked out of the dune, and then after seeing a few quiet horses in front of the dune, he turned back and picked up all the discarded weapons on the ground and held them in his arms.

Just kidding, these are all things that can be sold for money!

Originally, he thought that after such a long time, the horse would have run away, and those weapons were too heavy for him to carry, so he had no choice but to give up, but now that he has a means of transportation, he naturally has to bring it.

According to the map recovered from the dead thieves, the nearest Terran town was also a hundred kilometers away, and at his current speed it would take him about five days to get there, if the direction was good.

Fortunately, the thieves have been walking in the desert all year round and have sufficient supplies, and Lear will not face the risk of dying of thirst and starvation, the only thing to pray for is to open his eyes, don't give him a sandstorm on the way, but Lear believes that he is not so unlucky, if he wants to play like this, why bother to get him from another world, just a thunderbolt and lightning in his dream

"Angel Alliance! I'm coming! Dragon Father's Power! I'm coming, Catherine, Kaylin, Janova, Vidnina, I'm coming!"

Lear's excited cry sounded on the horse's back under the moonlight, and then a gust of wind and sand poured into his mouth, causing him to shut his mouth in a huff.