Past the ravine controlled by the Corrupt, the damp and dreary muddy tidal flats are still difficult to walk through even after we have stepped into enemy territory, and the cunning and ferocious swamp creatures are as fond of trouble as ever. Everything is the same as when we went all the way, nothing has changed. Without a magic map to tell you exactly where you are, I bet you wouldn't be able to tell where you are—the territory of the Empire or the territory of the Alliance.

But even though everything around me was so natural, I still felt that the air around me was becoming very pressing, pressing on my chest all the time, making my breathing a little tighter. I became a little nervous, and it seemed that I could sense the tension behind every tree, every leaf, as if we were surrounded by enemies all the time, who would rush out of the depths of the forest at any moment and tear us to pieces.

In fact, I know very well that this is entirely my own psychological effect of scaring myself. This place is not at all as dangerous as I feel. Along the way, we also met a few Imperial adventurers wandering in the woods, but when they saw that we were outnumbered, they all hid to the side early. If we don't rush forward and kill them, even if the supreme god blesses, where will they have the courage to provoke us?

But the truth is one thing, and the feeling of this kind of thing is another. Previously, I had also reconnoitred the area occupied by Emperor ** because of the mission, but it was all in the open plain, and even the barren beach next door in the northwest, as far as the eye could see. Any wind and grass can be seen.

But this is a rainforest area, which is completely different from the plains where you can't hide the dangers. If anyone tried to hide, he would stand behind any tree and disappear without a trace—unless that person was a paladin with a name to the sky, and even if he was buried in a grave, he would not be able to hide.

Some madmen say that the continent under our feet is round, and on the other side of the earth, others are walking and living foot to foot with us. The key question that has always bothered me with this conjecture is: if we bury a million heads of oxen in the ground, will his "daimyo (which is indeed huge) emerge from the other side of the earth?"

And now, the most conspicuous human flesh of all time...... I'm sorry. It's beef...... The target is standing next to me. His name is almost taller than the tallest tree in the rainforest. With him by our side, we never have to think about the safety of our lives - because it is certainly not safe.

As it is, we are walking with the easiest target, passing through one of the most dangerous areas of the enemy-occupied territory. How could you make it easy for me to enjoy this journey? I wore binoculars and kept looking back and forth, my neck was about to be broken, and the tense nerves in my head were on the verge of breaking. If I could, I would even like to set a fire to scorch the entire forest. In this way, my heart can be more steady.

It was because my heart had always been anxious about the danger that my heart fell to the ground when a human estate suddenly appeared before our eyes.

To be precise. It can only be considered "once" a manor. On either side of a small three-story building, there is a two-story corner tower, and several small houses are scattered around it. In front of the building are horses, pigsties and farms. The farm was in shambles. It was as if it had just been swept away by a hurricane. Wheat and various vegetables grow listlessly. I really can't hope for their harvest this year. However, there are still many crops growing on the farm, mostly potatoes or sweet potatoes that grow underground. Therefore it is well preserved.

The manor is surrounded by a tall fence, leaving only one gate open to the south. The reason why I am so sure that this is a "manor of men" is that as we pass by, we happen to see its busy owners—a group of farmers, grooms, blacksmiths, and barbers in rudimentary overalls, rushing to the gates of the manor, fending off the attacks of the two dozen corrupt men.

Most of these part-time soldiers, who had been improvised to defend their homeland, wielded some ridiculous weapons in their hands: a woman with a large waist and a big face almost as wide as my two faces, covered with code letters, and dressed in a kitchen lady's suit, carried a thick rolling pin in her left hand, and wielded a kitchen knife no smaller than an ordinary axe in her right hand, and was at the front of the line. An old farmer in a straw hat in his fifties stood behind the fat cook with a huge dung fork in his hands, which was not dripping with sticky yellow-brown juice when he waved it. In addition, there is no shortage of strange and powerful weapons such as nail rakes, razors, and plowshares, and a teenage child actually holds a stack of horseshoes as a hidden weapon to throw at these evil ghosts who escaped from death, and the lethality is quite considerable.

Behind the group stood a blonde girl in a white gauze dress, a priest who used divine magic to heal her wounded, occasionally unleashing an offensive spell to repel the invading Corrupt. It's hard for me to gauge her magic level from her performance

One by one, the magic came out from between the little white hands, pausing as if she had never had to worry about running out of mana. It stands to reason that believers in a god with such abundant magic should have mastered those powerful spells a long time ago, but this girl has been using the simplest crappy spells such as "healing" and "divine strike", and it seems as if she will only use these two magics.

It turns out that in this world, it is not only those who can freely travel through the planes of time and space that have magical secrets, but sometimes some strange phenomena can occur in the seemingly simple and simple primitives, such as: this Miss Priest who is full of magic like the sea - and the one who is observing her - I am not at all like a primor.

As a group of brave and conscientious adventurers, it is of course incumbent upon us to help our compatriots in distress get out of danger. There was no hesitation. We brandished our weapons and shouted at the Rotten who attacked the manor.

It wasn't an uphill battle. Although we have more than twenty enemies, they have formed a kind of equilibrium with the guardians of the manor, and neither of them can really destroy the other.

And our participation completely upset this balance, forcing these two dozen corrupt people into the dilemma of being attacked on both sides. They were completely defenseless against our attack, and we were taken by surprise as soon as they came up. After only three moments, a corrupt person who had lost his life force fell under my sword. My comrades-in-arms also picked out their opponents and fought with them.

Now in front of me. More than twenty undead monsters were huddled together, pouting and desperately trying to bury their heads in the gate of the manor, unsuspecting their backs to me. For a warrior, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill an enemy is simply a luxury. I rushed to their side with a lunge. Without hesitation, he used the "Blade Storm" combat skill and launched a fierce attack on the three corrupt people in front of him. One of them had been smashed by the horseshoe of the young herder, and was dead again after I couldn't hold it up for five seconds. My sword immediately rolled down on the fourth enemy, as I attacked him. He's also being ravaged by the fat cook's face can. With the two of us alternating attacks, this unfortunate guy couldn't gauge who was more of a threat to him. One moment he faced me, the next he turned to the cook, and he didn't organize any decent counterattack at all. It was soon knocked into a pile of bones by our team.

Within the fifteen-second time limit of the "Blade Storm", a total of five Corrupt were sent back to the secret realm of death by me, and my comrades-in-arms achieved no worse than me. Soon. When the last of the stubborn skeleton monsters fell under the orc warlock's shadow arrows. This unexpected encounter is finally over.

Destroy the enemy. The inhabitants of the manor all cheered and celebrated the victory, and then all returned to their homes in high spirits. We were delighted to find out. With the return of the residents, the dilapidated manor has actually returned to some of the normal functions of an ordinary village. We can repair our broken equipment in the blacksmith shop, and we can also buy several delicious dishes in the food shop that can temporarily increase various attributes. Best of all, we were able to buy a lot of life potions from the apothecary here, and we were worried about the formidable opponents we might encounter along the way—you know, the recklessness of the orc chieftain Hondos had really cost us a lot of potions.

It's just that the price index here is really staggeringly high.

"This is simply a money grab, a bottle of life potion costs eighteen silver coins? That's three times higher than the market price! Thanks to us, we helped these guys kill the undead. If we had known this, we should have helped those undead slaughter all these iron roosters! "Ding Ding Xiaoge is already angry at the immoral behavior of the residents who crossed the river and demolished the bridge.

The gray-haired Mr. Apothecary raised the corners of his eyes, his face full of disdain, and he didn't even glance at the orc warlock. He didn't pay attention to Ding Ding Xiaoge's vicious curse, and judging by his demeanor, maybe this was not the first time he had heard such a curse. His expression vividly illustrates his attitude at this time:

If you have a kind, don't buy potions!

Given the dangerous mission we plan to accomplish and the formidable enemies we may face, this is simply a simple "money or death" double choice. I would love to tell you that a resolute adventurer will never be coerced into doing something contrary to his own principles, but the cruel truth tells us that even the greatest adventurer is no better than a lamb to the slaughter in the face of a despicable merchant.

Walking out of the pharmacist's house, Ding Dingxiaoge looked like he had just been robbed - in a sense, it was exactly what happened.

……

Everything was ready, and we were in no hurry to leave this human manor deep into enemy-occupied territory. The owner of this estate, Lehr, is small

That blonde and white-clad human priestess -- holding us can do her a favor.

"Warriors, thank you for helping my estate get out of danger. Please accept this modest reward first, so that I may have the opportunity to express my gratitude. ”

It must be admitted. Miss Lehr's conversation skills are very skillful. She first generously gave us a little sweetness before making a request. Take someone else's hand short, so that it will be difficult for us to refuse the task she is about to entrust us with.

“…… As you can see, I am now the owner of this manor. But in fact, it belonged to my brother, Baron Bink. Originally, it was a beautiful place, but just a few months ago, everything changed. The armies of the Last-Age Empire broke through the defensive lines and took control of the region......"

“…… Since that time. There have been many strange changes in this area. More and more corrupt people are coming together, and they are attacking our people and destroying our estates. The strangest thing is that these rotten people all have a strong poison in them. It is very difficult for those who are harmed by them to save their lives. Nothing like this had ever happened before that......"

“…… My brother sensed that this was a dangerous conspiracy, and he investigated in many ways and finally determined the source of all this. That's the gravel fortress in the southwest. He took away all the guards guarding the manor, wanting to stop the plan of the Emperor of the Last Days......"

“…… However, he has been gone for seven days and there is no news. If only you could meet him. Please tell him that everything is safe at home, and that I will do everything in my power to protect our home......"

“…… If ......" said here. Miss Lehr stopped talking. Resolute and courageous, his expression suddenly became a little weak. There were a few tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, "...... If you do see my brother. If...... He is still alive, and I beg you to tell me his news. I...... I miss him so much, we ...... Need him ......"

Miss Lehr lowered her head deeply, and a sparkling gem dripped down her feet, wetting the ground beneath her feet.

This is a gentle and strong noble lady, in such a turbulent and dangerous place, this dilapidated manor is like a boat in a hurricane, weak and helpless, and it is in danger of being destroyed at any time. But even so, the young lady bravely took on the responsibility of defending it, leading her people against the threat of destruction time and time again.

However, she didn't really want that. In the face of strong enemies, she can also feel fear, and she also hopes to hide behind her brother and receive the protection and love of others. She didn't want to be a strong protector and fight for the lives of others.

And I think that's what real bravery is.

Whether a person is brave or not depends not on how many enemies he has overcome, but on what kind of responsibility he bears, whether he can overcome his cowardice and weakness, and face his mission without evasion.

And all this, the venerable young lady in front of me has done it all. She took all the responsibility on her weak shoulders and brought the hope of life to those who followed her. I don't know if anyone else could do better than her in this situation - at least I know I can't. I am just a cowardly and mediocre warrior, and although I am not afraid to risk my life against the most powerful adversary, I do not have the courage to take on the lives of dozens of people.

For such a brave young lady, I have nothing but respect in my heart.

Who would refuse such a request? Who could bear to refuse such a respectable lady? Here and now, I even feel that if we refuse to entrust, we are committing a crime - a cowardly crime that spurns courage and violates responsibility.

What's more, it was a no-brainer for us to complete this task, and the Gravel Fortress was originally the goal of our trip.

"Rest assured, we'll be sure to bring your message. Blessed by the High God, your loved ones will be safe and sound

(There were a lot of surprises this past weekend.)

It was supposed to be a cozy family weekend, and my wife and I would finally decide on wedding photos, clean the new home, receive furniture, and if possible, watch a movie with my wife.

Then the plan changed, and it became a hectic overtime weekend – in fact, I did work an extra day on Saturday. I contacted the moving company to move more than 6,000 improvised drawings to the so-called "Street Culture Station" that had just been established for two days, and then produced a catalogue of 10,000 books just to cope with a whimsical "Sunday raid" by the superiors.

In the early hours of Sunday morning, the plan changed, Xiao Xianzi got up at 3 in the morning, vomited and diarrhea, and had a high fever that did not go away, with a maximum fever of 38.9 degrees, which was miserable. Go to the hospital to check: gastrointestinal cold. One day I hung five bottles of potion, and suddenly felt that Mr. Cao's words were really reasonable-women are made of water, men are made of mud, and I hung up water for a day, which is equivalent to a day of thin mud.