In the cold moon, on the ancient plank road, several jackdaws fluttered by. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The boy bears the sword and walks alone.

The bamboo path creaked underfoot, and several stones fell, hitting the blackened and withered bamboo, crackling.

This realm is called the Lost Island, which is a lonely place of gods and demons hanging outside the Divine Punishment Continent, where fierce beasts are rampant, man-eating plants are everywhere, and there are even several low-level alien beast groups.

Quack –

A piercing shrill cry descended from the sky.

Kane drew his sword and slashed into the sky.

A sharp-toothed crow was split in two and landed in front of the boy's eyes.

This is the seventh sharp-toothed jaw to sneak up on it in three days.

Looking at the somewhat curly blade, Kane sighed slightly.

If you find some ways to replenish it, I'm afraid that in this dangerous Lost Island, you can only complete the trial with your bare hands.

When I came, although there was equipment to choose from, not only was there a small number of types, but even the quantity was strictly limited.

After thinking about it, Kane took a sword made of white iron, a brass shield on his back, a three-foot dagger pinned to his waist, and a cowhide backpack with some survival necessities.

"The Heavenly Road Trial is to force out the Force in a desperate situation and temper your strength with life and death. This was the old ghost's explanation when he sent him to the only entrance.

Picking up the crow corpse on the ground and stuffing it into his bulging backpack, Kane returned the sword to the sheath.

I'm afraid this sword can't be used anymore.

Fortunately, a dozen sharp-toothed crows were enough for him to eat for several days.

The people take food as their heaven, and they can only survive if they are full.

The trail is narrow enough for one person to walk through.

Bottomless cliffs lie below, while cliffs stretch as far as the eye can see.

This ancient road was built around the mountain. Without handrails to cover it, a slippery foot may fall into this bottomless abyss and shatter your bones.

The faint light of the fire jumped in front of him, and the dark rocks were somewhat strangely reflected by the flames.

Fire?

That means there's cooked food.

Kane touched his backpack with some joy in his heart.

I came with some fire, but there was no wood to be found on the path that hung in the mountains.

As for the bamboo planks that were laid?

I don't know how many years the bamboo board has existed is only a little black, and you don't need to try it to know that this bamboo board can't be broken at all.

At least Kane's white iron sword must not be able to be slashed.

After a few steps, a naturally formed valley with a slight depression appeared in front of Kane's eyes.

The light of the fire came from this valley.

The valley is small enough for a few people to lie down and rest, and a bonfire in the center conveys the long-lost warmth.

A small pile of fine timber was neatly stacked around the fire, enough to see how much the fire would last for several days.

Danger suddenly rose from Kane's mind.

The young man's face remained unchanged, his pace was as usual, and he even looked a little lazy and walked forward.

Unsheathing his sword and dagger and tossing his brass shield aside, Kane opened his backpack and pulled out a sharp-toothed jackdaw, stripped of his fur, eviscerated it, and threw it in the campfire.

In the past three days, Kane has not had a half-cooked bite of food, and he has relied on drinking water from the kettle in his backpack.

The smoke curled up, the meat was fragrant, and after a while the jackdaw was ripe.

Take a piece of wood, pick out the cooked bird meat, and carry the jackdaw's paws to let it dissipate the heat in the cold wind.

Ignoring the tastelessness of the meat, Kane took the meat in three or two bites and swallowed it into his stomach, then picked up the kettle and poured a few sips of cold water into his mouth, burping.

With the feeling of satiety came the unstoppable tiredness.

In the past three days, the young man has barely closed his eyes, and the danger is all the time, so that he does not dare to slack off.

Now, with the warm bonfire and the fragrant barbecue eating, the boy could no longer suppress his tiredness, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

After a while, the sound of rustling came from the darkness.

Three figures, two men and one woman, appeared in the shadows of the cliff.

"Thank you to the god of light, I have something to eat. The girl's long golden hair, high nose bridge and breasts that have begun to take shape convey an irresistible temptation for men, and the words are full of joyful tones, giving people a sexy but pure exotic style, with that childish and beautiful face, which is enough to make the blood of men in this world gush out.

The two boys, the eldest about fifteen years old, and the younger one about the size of Kane, were only strewn with wounds and blood stains on their bodies, indicating that they were in danger of not matching their age.

"Who's going?" the girl turned her face sideways, reflecting the dappled firelight, very good-looking, "Kill him?"

The younger boy drew his sword at his waist and whispered, "I'll go." ”

The girl shrugged and said it didn't matter.

In her opinion, there is really no danger in a lone wanderer who dares to fall asleep in such a dangerous place.

The boy tiptoed his sword in his hand and walked cautiously forward.

The cold wind blew, and the firelight was cast on the white iron sword in the boy's hand, reflecting his hideous face.

Poof-

The sound of a sharp blade gliding against your skin.

The blood trickled down the blade of the sword and dripped to the ground, splashing with demonic red lotus flowers.

Death rode the gale through the valley, harvested life, and roared again into the distance.

Jingle Bell –

The boy's sword fell to the ground without a trace of blood.

Kane's knife-like cheeks rested on the boy's shoulders.

The three-foot dagger, which sank from the back into the boy's chest, and the sharp tip came out of the body.

Bloodshot all over Kane's eyes, his eyes were exceptionally clear in the light of the fire.

What kind of pupil is that?

One black and one dark, one yin and one yang.

There is no killing intent, not even the slightest bit of vitality.

This, is it the human eye?

"Uh-uh-"

The boy struggled, snorting indistinctly.

Blood foam rolled in the mouth and spit out, along with the thinner and thinner vitality.

"Help, I-"

The boy shouted hysterically.

It's a pity that this is Lost Island, and this is a Heavenly Trial.

Take this step, and this life is no longer your own.

"Quack. Kane's wrist twisted slightly, and the dagger churned in the boy's heart.

The once vigorous young heart has become a pile of mud and minced meat.

The boy shook violently, and after a convulsion, he was completely lifeless.

"Waste. The tall boy was not saddened by the death of his companion, but took two axes from his waist and slashed at Kane.

The axes were made of solid wood and cast of black iron, with a few pieces of white scrap remaining on the sharp blades.

I don't know if it was left after chopping the bones of some of the unlucky ones.

But the real danger didn't come from the tall boy.

Kane jerked out his dagger and kicked it out, and the lifeless corpse stumbled towards the tall boy.

Whoosh –

Three voices burst into the air, and arrows shot at Kane's vital point.

Military crossbows.

Kane's face changed dramatically.

Previously, when choosing equipment, he also wanted to choose this crossbow with great lethality.

It's just that after selecting this crossbow, there is not much quota left to select other equipment.