"Drink!" Paris clenched her fist gauntlets with metal particles in both hands, and slammed a punch into a goblin's face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ugly green face sunken down, squeezing out a burst of blood like a sponge.

The Goblin Warrior screamed and fell to the ground, covering his face and rolling in pain.

Before Paris could withdraw her fist, a rough wooden stick slammed into the crook of her leg.

Paris didn't have time to exhale the pain, and almost instinctively rolled on the spot and left her original position. When she stood up again, she saw three wooden sticks smashed on the ground where she had been, raising a cloud of dust.

Paris gasped and confronted the three hideous-looking goblin displays.

Scarlet eyes full of madness, and sticky white saliva dripping from the corners of the grinning mouth. These goblins don't look the same as usual...

Paris struggled to suppress the pain and weakness in her right leg, trying not to show herself out of the ordinary. She judged the cause of the goblin attack on Gran, and almost coldly analyzed how long she could hold on.

My father never really gave him any fighting skills, but he told him a lot of other things. Part of this is the habits of these species, which have once been a threat to humans.

Goblins, aka goblins. The race that once flourished on the continent has black technology that even threatens the status of the gods. Then he was defeated and seized the wisdom of evil. Eventually, it became a race as lowly as a beast.

They are timid and mean, but they like to bully weaker beings. What would you do if you were faced with this kind of guy? Remember?' The young and reliable father leaned against his daughter, curling his daughter's hair, and asked with a smile.

'Remember!Always be strong!hehehe..... 'The lovely daughter replied silly.

That's right, stay strong all the time. Haha....'Father and daughter hugged each other, laughing and laughing.

Paris couldn't think of why the Goblins were attacking Gran, but one thing was clear, they were enemies now, and in the face of such an enemy....

She shook her head, shaking out the lost softness from her memory. Shouted loudly: "Stay strong!"

Paris stared at the goblins in front of her.

We can't go on like this, the goblins will gather more and more!

If there are three, there is still hope for fighting desperately!

Paris thought of this, gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and did not hesitate any longer. The gaze is as sharp as a knife ....

"Drink!"

Ten years of boxing!

Decade!!!

Tell me, this persistence makes sense!

Paris screamed in her heart!

I want my father to know a little bit!

If, as he said, there is no talent!

I can do it on my own!

Become a warrior!

I am!

Warrior!!!

A fist slammed into the goblin's head.

Blood splattered!

Readily!!!

The stick smashed on the back and stabbed it in the ribs.

Pain!

Joyfully!!!

Paris, in combat form.

A hideous smile also appeared on Paris's face.

Clenched teeth oozed blood, a formidable ferocity.

"But I can go on!" Paris laughed maniacally!

Laughing and punching!

Laughing and whipping legs!

Ten years of boxing is just a joke.

She can only throw punches, only whip legs.

She doesn't know how to move in battle, and she doesn't know how to withstand her opponent's blows more efficiently.

Because no one taught her these ....

But is this joking insistence pointless!

She can also swing her fists and whip her legs.

These two attacks are so basic that they can't be more basic, and she is so familiar that they almost melt into instinct.

She hadn't learned how to defend in ten years! But she had learned how to attack!

She can also swing her fists and whip her legs!

So!

This decade!

Make sense!!!

Paris defeated the three goblins besieging her with an unreasonable attack.

With that kind of combat thinking that is more primitive and crazy than the goblin......

You smash my leg crooked?

You smash me in the back?

You stab me in the ribs? No matter what!

Come on, wound for wound, see who falls first!!

"Haha... Hahaha....." Slowly Paris came back to her senses from that mental madness, she saw the goblins lying to the ground, and felt the weakness and pain in her body. But in my heart, I was inexplicably happy and happy. The joy came so suddenly and violently that it made her laugh.

In the firelight, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared one by one, even more dazzling than the flames.

Dense.

Paris is surrounded, and the laughter fades out...

She looked around at the goblins who were slowly approaching, and it was hard to get enough interest to consider the numbers.

There wasn't much consternation in my heart, but it wasn't a happy thing.

"Can you continue?" Paris asked herself, taking a deep breath and looking at her fist, which was wrapped in a glove covered in metal particles. It looked the same as it had been at the beginning, but she could clearly feel that her fist was no longer gripping...

The same goes for the legs. I can still stand upright.... It's already a miracle.

"Do you regret it?" Paris asked herself.

She looked at the goblins who were still tentatively approaching her, step by step, even in a state of madness. He smiled with disdain. She looked down on such creatures, they were weak, they had no courage, they were bullying the weak, they were afraid of the hard, they were stupid.....

But in the end, she was going to die at the hands of the creature. If the one who survives is the strongest, then I am a weaker warrior than a goblin... Hehe.

It's more or less regrettable.

It's actually a goblin, and if it's found out that it's dead at the hands of these guys, it's still going to be laughed at.

But at least as a warrior, he died in battle.

Didn't Dad say that....

A soldier who dies in battle is the happiest.

Now I'm going to die happily ever after.

What reason is there to regret it....

Paris replied to herself, but tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.

If you don't regret it, how can you explain this sadness...

Because first of all, it exists as a person, and after that... It's a warrior.

Those who are unwilling, those who regret, and many can be written into a book!

How can I be relieved, how can I die with peace of mind!

"Huh.. Sure enough, I still hope that there will be a hero or something like this..."Paris had tears on her face, and at the last moment of her life, she laughed at her cowardice.

She closed her eyes and waited for the Grim Reaper's visit.

At this time, there was a person who came before death.

"Du Te, give me to stand still obediently!!" The heroes of epics always fall from the sky at the last moment.

"Wait for me to catch my breath... Let's harvest your batch of low-level B experience points at level LV.2!" The heroes of the epic are always wise and always speak some esoteric things that are difficult for mortals to understand.

Paris opened her eyes in a daze.

She saw Zhao Xiaoqian.

The guy bent over and put his hands on his knees. Wheezing violently.....

Then sit on the ground with a butt and continue to gasp.

In the end, he simply lay flat on the ground on all fours, and the sword in his hand was thrown aside as a burden of burden.

"Emma.... Physique.... Next upgrade.... Certain.... Certain.... You have to have to, you have to add some physique.... No way.... Exhausted.... Exhausted ......."

A goblin silently came to Zhao Xiaoqian's side and raised the wooden stick in his hand.

"Damn!!Didn't you say that Nima would wait..... Stand still and wait for me to catch my breath..... !!"

This goblin smashed at Zhao Xiaoqian with a stick, babbling non-stop. Although it has lost its mind, it still instinctively chooses to attack the source of irritability.

Heroes in epics always have unexpected moves.