"I'll go! I'm obviously going to restart!" Xifan rubbed his dizzy head, and let out a low cry that only he could understand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The current situation is a bit confusing, but in fact, it can be completely understood.

He was crossed, forcibly crossed.

Before, because he was guarding a broken computer, he could only play some of the more classic (but not so config-eating) games, yes, he played horseback riding and slashing, and then the bloody dialog box that appeared on the screen.

Want to charge like a true knight?

As a modern young man, especially for those who love all kinds of novels, this option is a natural choice, whether it is true or a boring prank, and it must be rejected.

You ask why, nonsense, why do people have to do that death when they live well.

However, the options that appear at the bottom of the dialog box are like this.

YES!ORYES!

Your uncle!

Before restarting the computer, Xifan complained like this at most.

"Fuck! I must have modified the mod to be too perverted, and it crashed again!"

Then, my eyes went black and my head was dizzy, and I became what I am now.

The sky was overcast with a light rain, and the surrounding area was sparse woods, and further on, there was a grassland with slightly yellowed blades of grass. Well, there are three people in the middle, and one, uh, corpse!

The head was still dizzy, this was not the after-effect of the crossing, and the place where the sharp pain was emitting on the top of the head kept gushing out a salty, moist and warm liquid, which swept across the eyes, stained the retina and dripped down the cheeks, and fell on the body of a thin old traveling horse.

I was injured, the injury was in the head, and the injury was not light.

Don't tell me I've really traveled into the game, Xifan rubbed his vision blurred by his own blood in annoyance. Then he noticed something different.

The Mountain Guide is killed by bandits (red)

Hit the head, take critical damage (yellow)

You have taken 23 damage (white)

Then it slowly fades away......

"This **** ......" Xifan smacked fiercely, I don't know who he said, the existence that made him fall into such a situation, the robber in front of him, or himself......

But he didn't have time to think about it anymore, and if he continued in such an endless daze, his life would be in danger, and he had already seen the eager expressions on the faces of the two robbers in front of him who were slowly approaching him with a big fork, but he didn't know which of them had hit his head with a stone just now.

Blessed to the soul, as if instinctive, Xi Fan lowered his upper body, his heel to the horse's belly kicked lightly, the war horse, let's call it a war horse, the horse under his body took a step, slowly accelerated, the reins that had been held slowly and forcefully to the side, the war horse carried itself to the right to accelerate away.

At this time, Xi Fan had time to slowly look at the equipment available to him, there was a hunting crossbow hanging from the horse's left hind hip, which he could reach by reaching out, there was a bag of scattered crossbow arrows on the left side of the saddle, and on the right side was a somewhat curved riding spear.

There are actually some chain mails made of scattered locking rings on his body.

At this time, Xi Fan's face, which had been expressionless, showed a little gritted sneer. Damn, if I had a little more crossbows, even if it was a squad of rogue knights, I'd have struck it alone, and what are you guys? damn bastards!

The horse's head turned back, and Xifan controlled the horse not far from the place where he had just left, because there were not only two robbers with pitchforks, but also a bandit on a horse, and the memory was slowly recovering or slowly mixing, that is, he rode over and slashed to death the mountain guide he had hired for 40 dinars, so that he was shot in the head by another robber with a stone in a trance!

Oh, and this damn headshot, wave after wave of intense pain echoing through Xivan's head, and if it weren't for the bloody mouthful, Xifan would have passed out at any moment by now. In the game, the player can only be captured by the enemy, not killed, but being captured by a mud-like bandit with a stone headshot is almost the most humiliating form of defeat that has been circulated among players. Although basically every player has had such an experience at one time or another.

It's not that Xifan is afraid of these maggot-like thieves, the key is the horse that the thief is riding underneath, if you use the horses in the game to be determined, it is a horse, although under the maintenance of the bandits, the horse is a little ugly.

At least half of a knight's combat power comes from his mount, that's true.

The steed, as a thin-skinned, low-handling armless horse, is called the Three Wastes Horse along with the traveling horse and pack horse under the Seat of Ivan and the pack horse. And as a characteristic, when you have a pack horse, your team will move faster on the map, the traveling horse, which is the initial horse set by the system for each player born with a horse, is also a goodbye goods, and the horse, that is, fast, black technology is as fast as possible, its speed even exceeds that of almost all war horses, of course, this is only the limit speed that represents its explosion.

Even so, the point is!

He's faster than Xivan!This is more troublesome, the enemy on horseback must be dealt with first, but if you can't catch up, then you will be very annoyed, because Xifan can be sure that here, the class that lacks long-range attack means will definitely not stupidly charge at the point of your crossbow like in the game.

"Jim, that stupid boy is back, you go and kill him!" came from among the thieves.

"Yaqui, you damn parasite! I've already killed a man! When I go over and kill that little bastard, this harvest must be divided into five parts, and I want three of them!"

"Oh, Jim, you greedy bastard, why don't you die......!

"Fart! If Lao Tzu kills that kid, his horse should be my trophy!"

With a rude shout, the thief named Jim appeared in Xivan's sight with his knife raised, and even in the gloomy rain, Xifan could still see the blood on his hideous face and the machete full of gaps.

Secretly clenching the riding gun in his hand, Xifan shouted loudly before the bandit could speak, "Let the horses come, you son of a bitch!" A knight's charging posture manipulated the horse and rushed towards Jim in a straight line.

"I'm going to tie your body to the back of your horse and run three mountains!" the bandits were enraged by Xivan, and the reason why it was three instead of five, six, ten, or even more was because it was only three mountains away from here back to their bandit camp.

Come on, Xifan lowered his head, not letting the other side see his rolling eyes and triumphant sneer, but just clenched the barrel of the gun in his hand and let the horse charge.

Oh, it turned out that he was just an idiot who couldn't even lift a riding gun, and he thought that a riding gun hanging on a horse could poke anything? I really don't know where he got this outfit from, what a lucky boy, but your good luck has come to an end! Looking at Xifan who was getting closer and closer, Jim's hand holding the knife was raised above his head and began to circle and accelerate, maybe doing so would hurt his hand a little, and maybe it would also make the weapon in his hand a scrap, but what did it matter, this kid was a fat sheep he had never met in years, and he was going to fall from above and cut this little bastard who dared to provoke him in half.

Not to mention the various fluctuations in the thief's heart, Xi Fan just locked his eyes firmly on the sharply shortened distance between the two horses, and his eyes became brighter and brighter!

Near,

closer,

It's not almost,

When the tips of the noses of the two horses reached the same level, and it was also when he was able to enter the shroud range of the machete in the hands of the bandits on the opposite side, I don't know when Xifan's right hand holding the gun grabbed the reins, and then pulled it back violently!

The speed of the traveling horse suddenly stopped, and the pain caused by the violent transformation made the horse stand up, and the horse's hooves raised high were punched out with a set of flowing Wang Ba punches, and for a time it was really majestic.

As expected, the front hooves of the traveling horse were thrown in the face of the opposite horse, and the horse was also frightened, and the same manpower rose, and the unprepared bandit's body shook for a while, so that he could not throw out the scimitar in his hand.

Now is the time!

Taking advantage of Ma Liren's kung fu, Xi Fan pulled out the hunting crossbow that had been wound up behind him with his left hand, which was in a very ideal state, even if it shook violently, it did not make this old hunting crossbow go off the fire, otherwise Xi Fan really had to consider throwing out this wooden shelf of nearly 30 pounds as a hidden weapon.

With his left hand, he threw out a large circle, and the crossbow bolt was aimed straight at the bandit's head.

With the sound of a string, time seemed to stand still in Xivan's senses, and he watched as the crossbow burst out of the hunting crossbow and moved forward firmly, almost clinging to the blade of the bandit's chop, sparking a spark, and then burrowing through Jim's mouth that had opened in astonishment, and even crashing into a yellowed rotten tooth that had stopped in front of him......

The tip of the knife grazed the tip of Xivan's nose, but it didn't matter.

Shooting difficulty: 0.2 (white)

Hit in the head (yellow)

Deal 54 damage to the opponent (white)

Increases your Crossbow Mastery by 4 (orange)

The bandit leader was killed by you (Blue)

You gain 98 XP (white)

The first drop of blood was obtained, and strangely there was nothing abnormal in the body, or it should be a sign of rejection and disgust, as for the soul, or rather the spirit? trembled slightly, but it didn't seem to be fear, maybe some kind of wonderful pleasure, a subtle excitement, and even involuntarily, let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Alas, trash fish, there are two left.