Cybertron stayed out of the city for a night, and as long as the walls were not higher than forty meters, he thought he would have no problem jumping off. A warrior can't fall to his death if he has a heroic leap, and of course it depends on your skills. Anyway, he ran, and after running into the forest, he felt what it means to be a fish into the sea.

Also, he is a Bourkeso now. Ten thousand steps back, this is called the three caves of the cunning rabbit: then the swaggering in the city says that he is a Bourkeso. Isn't it just to create a false image? He is living outside the city and is anti-reconnaissance! Cybertron means to create some illusion that he has escaped, and if his fiancée finds the chicken girl, he has already asked the chicken girl to say that she is running away and crossing the sea to mainland Franco or the Iberian Peninsula.

What a tact! It is worthy of the reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance of the Bourkesos.

Why do humans keep making the same mistakes...... Reconnaissance, counter-reconnaissance, anti-reconnaissance ......

Cybertron had spent the night outside the city, and at the pace of his march, he felt that his fiancée would be there within a day or two of his arrival in Canafon.

But...... It was clear that he was overthinking.

His fiancée had now traveled to the remote frozen island northwest of Ellan, as they believed that Cybertron was the best place for the Bourkesas to flee. What is desirable in the south? The weather is so hot, the people are so hypocritical, the civilization is so backward, and there are so many rules.

Being smart is mistaken by being smart, and that's what he's talking about.

A lot of plant juice was smeared on the body to get rid of mosquitoes. Although the west wind is tightening and the northern geese are flying south, it is already early winter. But mosquitoes...... Especially all kinds of insects, we still have to be careful. Who says there are no mosquitoes in winter......

Jumping from a makeshift insect-proof shelter in a tree, Cybertron completely extinguished the campfire for supper, and kicked away a strange creature (presumably a cat + canine) that he killed with his piggybacking hand last night. As for what it is, it doesn't matter, anyway, the thing that is three meters from head to tail is now half into his own Five Organs Temple.

In the morning, sneak into the city to see if there's any movement. For example, the meteorite that will appear in the plot falls, or Alsace who comes home from work to spread the plague, or Akmund, who debuts as a newcomer, dedicates his body to destroy the miè world or something -- the result is bright in broad daylight, not to mention the destruction of the miè world, there is not even a robbery!

How did the building of spiritual civilization in the Middle Ages become better?

When returning to the city from the north gate, I passed by the small shop of the Minotaur. So I bought some breakfast again, and I wanted milk, but I saw that the other party was a bull, and I felt that it was difficult for some strong cows. But I don't know why, when Cybertron is alone with his food and drink, he plans to go back to the chicken yard to see, listen, and play again--if a dozen beautiful girls come and seduce him together, he might be gone! Alas, or is it the negative effect of the two-handed sword he carries behind his back? Is it really a double-edged sword...... In other words, what if you are a chicken worker?

Finally, I finally entered adolescence [again], and the standby CD is too long and terrifying......

There are quite a few mercenaries (with jobs) and adventurers (without jobs) in the North City. In many legends of the civilized world, the heroes are adventurers. Most of them are made up, because it's a pity that there aren't so many demon kings in the world who can give them turns to kill again, and the dragon is not clocking in at work Today's task indicator is to be killed by each of the twenty braves. However, some heroes do have their deeds, such as the Immortal King Bourkeso. Although it is not said to be a household name (because the years are too long and the country is too scattered), it can be regarded as a well-known cow 13 person among cultural people.

As for other ordinary people, who have become heroes in the last few hundred or even decades because of their exploits in battle or the killing of some kind of lich...... Hawkers,This year, if you have a kitchen knife that dares to cut people, you are an adventurer (or mercenary),Because it's too easy to be classified as an adventurer.,So heroes are adventurers.。

There is a constant flow of people on both sides of the mercenary street, and Cybertron is one of the more conspicuous ones. It was still early, but he was shirtless on this winter day, with the Bourkeso insignia tattooed on his chest. Shoulders with sea dragon fangs on her shoulders - especially a beautiful boy-level sissy with two two-handed swords dangling behind her back. It's really ...... I can't help but look twice.

Cybertron unconsciously began the rhythm of eating while walking. Twenty kilograms of food in his hand, chewing on his mouth. Eating is quite strong-

However, he was just one of the mercenaries' busy schedules in the early morning. A squadron of more than a dozen mercenaries set off for the mission location, serving different families and encountering each other's sarcasm. Friends who haven't seen each other for a long time congratulate each other [not dead yet] [What about xx? Oh, dead], and with the development of the times, they are becoming more and more non-xenophobic, or more and more attention is paid to military development and cultural development. Minotaurs, bearmen, and even mutated werewolves can be seen more and more. After hanging a label of [test] on his body to prove that he is non-toxic and mentally normal, and will not attack people indiscriminately. You can walk around the city.

It was a shocking scene, as it was the day when the other world really began—but Cybertron was used to it.

In your own tribe, there are more perverted things!

"Bang dang!"

However, when Cybertron and a man in gray walked face to face, the other party was surprised to close their mouths. A small furoshiki of the wound fell to the ground, unaware of it, and his face changed color.

The so-called "man in gray" is the most popular way to wear it in recent years, which is more pitiful than popular. Ordinary people have no money and can only wear this kind of gray linen, and winter is no exception. The hood protects against the cold and rain, and the long one, like an overcoat, covers the feet.

"This ...... This...... It can't be ......" The other party looked at Cybertron's appearance, shocked and speechless, and looked puzzled and frightened.

"Cut, neurotic. Cybertron looked bored with bread in his mouth, a little disappointed in a world without farce. He couldn't help but hunch over and hang his head and walk towards the chicken yard - he had seen a lot of this kind of thing that scared him half to death at the sight of himself.

The man in gray didn't end up because Cybertron passed by him. He was still staring at Cybertron's back, stunned and speechless.

"Heart...... Heart...... Heart ......" The man in gray waved his hand, and he couldn't care about these boring things in the middle. Immediately recited a small spell silently, pointed at Cybertron and shouted: "Soul Explosion!!"

A powerful force of magic distorted the physical space and slammed into Cybertron's back. The small body was instantly impacted by a powerful shadow force, and a slash that tore through the air was what this person who had already been identified as the [Shadow Priest] did.

None of the people present understood what was going on, and said it was too late and too soon. The gray-robed Shadow Priest casually threw out another shadow ray, straight like a whip, and constantly slammed Cybertron's body.

This process is only five seconds, but the experienced adventurer can't help but feel a tangle in his heart-

What a ruthless priest.

As the name suggests, the Shadow Priest is a powerful priest or ascetic who is proficient in shadow magic, and this set of psychic blasts plus the Shadow Whip just now...... It's over, and the person who was suddenly attacked is considered dead.

"it hurts!" a loud roar came out of Cybertron's end.

People who are usually attacked by shadow magic should have changed to adults a long time ago, and they might have been torn to shreds and their flesh and blood exploded. But at this moment, Cybertron suddenly pulled out his two-handed greatsword from behind his back. He roared loudly and jumped up.

For example, the blood of the Bourkeso people seems to be born with 300 percent immunity, and 95 percent immunity. (The number jù is a theoretical value for metaphor, so you don't have to take it seriously)

It can be said that it is the pride of melee combat, specializing in long-range mages!

"My breakfast...... You accompany me for breakfast!" Cybertron roared angrily, a loud war cry: "Despicable human! You dare to attack me! In the name of the tribe, I propose a duel to you!"

Cybertron was really annoyed, because he felt the other party's substantial murderous aura. His keen sense of smell made him sense that something was wrong—nonsense, of course.

"Huh?—no, it can't be ......."

The gray-clothed man on the opposite side was also stunned.

"If you attack me, you will pay the price!--Power and glory, blood and thunder!For the sake of the tribe!--"What nonsense? Of course it's nonsense, this is simply the best way to vent! Sleepy puts a hot pillow on it, and worries that no one will find fault with the fight!--The bloodthirsty soul of the Bourkeso people occupied the heart for a moment, and the enraged Cybertron charged.

In an instant, just a few meters away, Cybertron instantly knocked him to the ground. The two swords unceremoniously plunged into the palms of each other's hands. Kick the opponent in the stomach and make him spit blood in his mouth.

A warrior who doesn't need to read a note to chant magic at all, the outburst is certainly much stronger than this weaker force. From the charge to the final kick, the battle took place in a mere three seconds.

"Say, why attack me!" Cybertron's heart surged with blood, and if he didn't suppress it, he would beat the other party to death: "Don't let me talk nonsense!

The Bourkeso people, who consider themselves to be the descendants of the Immortal King.

We are all descendants of the Immortal King and the Valkyries, we have the bloodline to kill the fallen God of War, and we are the descendants of the Godslayer.

"Speak, or I'll cut out your tongue so you never speak!"

"No...... Don't kill me, I'm a ...... Passing. The other party's face was exposed from under the hood, he was about thirty years old, because of the injury to his internal organs, the blood spit out from his mouth made his face covered by blood, but if he usually looked good, he should be handsome and even a little sunny. It's a pity that at this moment, it was all covered by the expression that was about to cry: "Mistaken...... Misunderstanding ......"

"Your family is going to kill me when you're passing by?--Is it a misunderstanding that I kill you now?" Suddenly, Cybertron's playfulness grew: "Tell me, should I crush his head next, or should I crush his lower body first?"

Although it is incredible, compared to the astrological mage who can summon meteorites, Cybertron's height, appearance, and inconsistent strength are not too outrageous. Anything can happen in this plane of high martial arts and high demons - virgin pregnancy is still believed by more than 2 billion people around the world on the scientific plane.

Everyone could instantly tell by Cybertron's intonation, the way he spoke, and the accent - this is a barbarian!

"- Kill him!"

"Crush his xx!!"

Suddenly, the crowd felt like they had gone to the arena. Anyway, a duel has been proposed before, and everyone has seen this SB Dark Herd's first hand - now don't say it's the right to pinch this Dark Herd to death, it's Cybertron's right to kill him alive.

So everyone began to coax loudly in line with the principle of seeing that the funeral is not afraid of the funeral.

"Ah...... I remember," but Cybertron calmed down and took a few steps back. Picked up a package—layer upon layer, wrapped in a brocade box.

"Wait...... Don't touch it!!-"

"Do you have the right to talk to me now?" Cybertron spat fiercely, for those who want to sneak up on him and harbor murderous aura, he hasn't done it yet because the other party still has the value of use - the mentality is indeed more and more in line with the tyranny of the barbarians when encountering this kind of thing: "I want to see, I ...... Huh?"

The moment he opened the box, Cybertron was stunned.

There was nothing else in the brocade box, nothing gold, silver, treasures, or anything. There are ordinary things that everyone can see every day, even on the earth, or more on the earth.

A human head.

A human head that looks exactly like Cybertron!