The sky is getting brighter, and his figure gradually begins to be illuminated by a little sunlight. The sun rises from beyond the mountains, and a gust of wind blows away the cold of the night, although the direct sunlight of the day makes people almost burn. But the night was so cold that Cybertron found the freshness of winter. The clothes on my body have all been changed into more suitable...... The clothes in which the Burkeso people fought.

Dressed in animal skins.

Some were hungry, which made Cybertron even a little sluggish, resting in this dead city. Ate all the last bit of food I could find in my room last night, and now there's nothing left. After a night's rest, prepare to move around the campfire in your room in the early morning to warm up the scars and scars on your body. Stretch your muscles and bones, and the more worrying thing in the cellar is not the fire, but the air circulation. Fortunately, the structure of this cellar is good, and there are special exhaust holes that are relatively hidden. Smelling of water, it seems that the vents lead to the moat or the mouth of the well.

The rancid smell gets stronger and stronger depending on the temperature, but now I feel like it's okay. Shook his naked upper body because of the burning sun yesterday, coupled with too much blood, he threw it away directly, so that the dust on his body fell. I slapped my bearskin pants a few times, jumped slightly, felt good, and was full of power as usual. Well, if it weren't for the fact that I was short, I wouldn't dare to jump around in this cellar, ...... Small ......

"Ah......hh I'm cāo your uncle's Akatosh!You're okay with me, what kind of young teeth do I have to be!!And what kind of pit I dig for myself, my height......" seemed to think of something, and he clutched his head in pain, and Cybertron almost groaned.

How many times, looking at Pendragon's beautiful face, he would think that the other party was too beautiful, so beautiful that he almost lost his mind. Theoretically, it is not a mistake to love your wife, and it is also a good husband to fall in love with your wife's looks, but the problem is that your own looks are the same as those of the other party, then there is a problem. I keep digging holes for myself, and I have nothing to do to get the mirror out, so that now I can face the mirror (silence), just think that the mirror is a flat-chested Pandaragon.

Alas......

Cybertron sighed, touching his hair, not going to think about it, but the blonde hair was a little long. There was no way, and he took out a small meat cleaver from his boot. It feels much better to cut off a small strand of my ponytail and cut off a piece of my ear or something. Picking up the bearskin cloak of the Burkeso people from his side, the pseudo-lady who was one meter sixty meters tall and covered with scars and inconspicuous muscles wore two holy swords behind her.

Wait for tomorrow, tomorrow has come.

What about the pseudo-mother? As long as she can do what a man should do, she can do it.

Running out of his own one-third of an acre, Cybertron intends to seek the Elder Scrolls and the Immortal King's bounty. However...... As soon as he went out, he heard a commotion, and he thought it was an ordinary zombie tide. After all, people may also have to eat breakfast, and as for who eats whom, I don't know. It just doesn't sound right, it's the sound of battle! Lurking towards the sound, Cybertron saw the man who was still fighting in despair.

A woman...... Looks very handsome, and it may be a beautiful man, but it should be a female by feeling. Her helmet had been knocked to the ground, and blood was running from the corners of her mouth, apparently from a blunt object to her head. The armor on her body was completely a drag at the moment, and she was panting, and it seemed that she had fought fiercely but did not dare to move. Generally speaking, in this case, you should run to a safe place, for example, your own residence seems to have some reason why she does not dare to go back. With the keen eye of the hunter, the female knight carried a large bag behind her back, which she guarded to the death.

Oh...... Cybertron subconsciously felt that this should be the same as himself who came out to search for food, to fill his stomach. But so much food doesn't seem to be eaten by one person? Could it be that her stronghold is nearby? Is it just that she can't lead the monster over, so she can only die here?

However, the female knight with a shield in one hand and a sword in the other finally ushered in the last moment, and after a bang, the long sword in her hand was broken by excessive chopping

I have almost closed my eyes to death, giving up hope

At that moment, however, Cybertron moved.

The knight opened her eyes, which had been closed in astonishment, and looked at the other side in disbelief at the sound of the loud noise, a storm of steel, like a raging wind. The many zombies surrounding her in front of her were torn to shreds, yes, not like her, she could only cut off the heads of monsters. To reduce the consumption and lack of strength of the body, the steel storm in front of him tore all the zombies in front of him into pieces or cut them off, or split them vertically, or cut them into several sections, and became pieces of minced meat.

This scene almost made her feel ...... Even more terrifying.

However, it was the surprise of her, the knightess, Sister Dresse of the Holy Order. Standing in front of the savior is a ...... than her A little boy who is nearly twenty centimeters shorter...... No, maybe it's a pretty girl? No, no, no, it's a girl, it's so pitiful, with so flat breasts. But if it's a boy, it's too pretty.

But this is a more destructive and terrible person than a monster! The blood of zombies flows all over the other party's body, and the smell of blood is strong in the early morning air. He was wearing almost rudimentary armor, incomparable to the armor he was armed with to the teeth. He wears leather boots on his feet, leather shorts around his waist, and a bearskin cloak on his back.

There's hardly anything else to wear here, is it a barbarian?

Beneath the delicate face was a bare chest and scars, out of place with his face, but at the moment there was a bit of sacred terror and beautiful solemnity.

"Power and glory, blood and thunder!" shouted the slogan that shook the sky, and the beautiful barbarian was not afraid to summon more zombies: "Go back to hell, you bastards!"

Hundreds of zombies on the periphery walked towards them with stiff steps, stretching out their hands.

"Thank you...... Thank you. Dress, who had fallen to the ground, looked at each other in surprise and panted in thanks.

"You're welcome, it's good you're still alive. The other party's voice sounded pleasant, and Deres didn't know what's wrong, anyway, I felt that it was an unprecedented feeling of trust.

"You're brave in battle, you're a true warrior, can you still walk now?" said Cybertron, looking at him.

"We can't go...... You go by yourself, I see that you still have the body. Dressy smiled wryly and said, "Leave me alone, there's a high-ranking lich here...... There may be even more powerful, and I don't know why it's eyeing me. ...... Look, it's on the steeple of the church over there. ”

"Hmm...... It's a little annoying, I'll just say, it's a sapient creature and a lich who is commanding these guys. ”

As he spoke, Cybertron squinted his eyes and looked at the spire of the church in the distance, and on the shattered building, a lich was waving a broken staff in his hand, as if he was directing hundreds of zombies to besiege it.

"Take these things as weapons and hold them up a little more, warrior. Don't die before I come back, you've already lived, don't die now. Cybertron handed him an iron rod and a wooden plank, and before they could speak, he had already killed the bones of several more zombies that were trying to pounce, and jumped several meters away. On the way, he wielded the two gigantic holy swords in his hand, crushing the flesh of a qiē along the way.

Mother Dressy could scarcely believe that her eyes were full of a smile, a cruel sneer.

Immediately after that, the other party killed a blood record, tearing apart the zombies beside him like thunder, and cutting off the surrounding qiē like a whirlwind. Blood splattered, flesh and bones flew sideways, smashing and spilling on his seemingly weak, but in fact steel-like body.

In a few moments, the torn skulls, splashed pieces of flesh, minced meat, broken spines, bones and internal organs of the hands and feet of these zombies flowed out like a fountain. Charge, charge, and charge again are quite a bit of a heroic story that I have seen since childhood, the heroic momentum of the ancient times that only appears in legends. Without stopping, he split a bloody path and came to the church a hundred meters away, jumped several meters high. With a wave of his hand, the holy sword in his hand quickly slashed half a curve and stabbed the body of the high-ranking lich like a cannonball, cutting off the opponent who turned his head in disbelief to escape, and the holy sword crossed another half arc and returned to the barbarian's hand.

This battle can only be seen in monster novels.

In an instant, Dressy decided that this was a man's victorious barbarian, standing alone among the corpses, and the zombies had lost their grip and turned back into a stupid and sullen appearance. Only a few in close proximity approached the barbarians, and all the others went their separate ways.

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