"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

Gavin, who had just opened his eyes, looked dazed, his brain was blank, and the vision was extremely unfamiliar, but with a little familiarity.

In the next second, a large number of memories poured out like a tide, from the past life to the present life.

Zhang You, Gavin.

The two names are entangled in my mind, like a mess, indistinguishable from each other.

In fashionable parlance, he was a time-traveler.

After spending an ordinary twenty-five years on the earth, it is rare to have a bloody time, and I want to be a hero to save the beauty.

As a result, he couldn't hold the beauty, but he was stabbed to death with a knife by those teenage children.

Then he traveled to Ferron, to Gavin.

The beginning belonged to the hell level, and at that time, Gavin had been calculated by his brother and became a slave of the Santarin Society.

With the advantage of the time-traveler, after many hardships, he has grown into a legendary warrior and is ready to make a big difference, but the arcane calamity caused by the battle of the gods has become.

The web of collapse tore the sky apart, the earth was torn apart, and everything Gavin knew and loved.

From then on, Gavin decided to gamble everything to stop the catastrophe.

To this end, he did not hesitate to formulate a rebirth plan, and persuaded the moon goddess Su Lun to borrow the high-level artifact Su Lun's Tears, trying to activate the Star and Moon Gate, activate its ability to travel through time, and return to the moment when he came into this world.

I don't know if this kind of travel time is beyond the scope of the Star and Moon Gate's ability, or if my origin is too special.

The Gate of the Star and Moon exploded on the spot, and the flow of time was completely disrupted.

His soul consciousness was not sent to Gavin's young body, but to Zhang You's junior high school student, and out of protection, Suren's Tears sealed his overly powerful soul, including most of his memories.

Even if the subjective consciousness is asleep, the impact on the personality is very great, and the reborn he has always insisted that there is magic and magical power in this world, and his self-taught fighting ability is proof.

In the end, he was even more obsessed with psychic ability, self-taught psychic remote control, and his mind exploded, and as a result, the soul of the sleeping legendary warrior was stimulated in advance, exceeding the physical load, after all, in that world, there is no magic to give the body the same tonal blessing.

In the end, he succeeded, and he successfully performed a psychic blast that shook himself to death.

Suren's Tears is worthy of being a high-level artifact of the Moon Goddess, and with such a big deviation, she actually adjusted herself, set things right, and dragged her soul back to Feren again and sent it back to Gavin's body.

I just don't know what year it is?

"The Knott Cavalry! Attack with me! A heroic female voice resounded through the sky, followed by a fierce sound of horses' hooves.

Gavin hurriedly rolled over and climbed up, and fell on the head of the city wall, and what he saw was a heroic figure, not the front, only a back, as always, only a visor, and the long fiery red hair was only finished by a butterfly made of a blue ribbon.

Behind her, twelve horsemen were guarded in the shape of arrows, and they rushed towards the three trebuchets in the distance.

Gavin's previous question has an answer.

The year of the serpent, the eighth day of the second ten days of winter.

Above is the Faeron saying, replaced by the earth saying, 1359 in the valley calendar, January 18.

The timing is not good or bad.

Well, it's compared to the last time I crossed, I was sold as a slave of the Scattered Talin Society.

Bad, of course, is to return to the mother's womb, or the infant period, if you go back to that time, you will have plenty of time.

Just as Gavin was putting together the timeline.

The battle situation outside the city has undergone new changes.

Hundreds of small creatures, half as tall as adults, got up from the ground and rushed towards the gates of Fort Nott.

This creature with sharp-beaked monkey gills and a big nose and red eyes is called goblins, nicknamed Little Fools, and is the most numerous and annoying monster race in Feren.

They are selfish and black-hearted, and they can live and feed, and nests are everywhere.

This is the conspiracy of this goblin tribe, taking advantage of the attack of the Notburg cavalry to try to destroy their siege equipment.

With the stupid brains of the goblins, they can't come up with such a complicated tactic, and this is the handiwork of the big goblin leader behind them.

Gavin checked his condition as he ran towards the city gate.

Just now, a throwing stone landed not far from him, and a splashing stone smashed into him.

Although he was blocked by himself with a wooden shield, he was knocked down, knocked on the city wall, and knocked unconscious.

In addition to the head is still a little slightly concussion, the most serious is the left arm holding the shield, it is estimated that the arm bone is fractured, and it hurts when he moves, and the wooden shield has long been out of his hand, and he doesn't know where to fly.

As soon as I touched my waist, the battle belt plug was bulging, and there were at least three bottles of potions for treating minor injuries, which made me feel a lot more relieved.

Directly took out a bottle of treatment potion for minor injuries and poured it, and the injury was immediately half better, at least the stinging pain in the heart disappeared, leaving only a tingling of itching - this is the magic of Faerun's healing potion, I dare not say that the medicine will cure the disease, at least it can recover most of it on the spot.

He pulled a long strip of cloth with his hand, and reinforced, and then copied a wooden shield and tied it to his left hand.

A discarded hand axe.

Spears thrown around.

A sharp pig-killing knife.

All of them were casually received by Gavin.

By the time he reached the gates of the city, he was armed to the teeth.

And there was already a squad of Knott militia waiting there.

The one who was the leader, whoever saw it, couldn't help but secretly praise it, such a majestic figure.

Now Gavin is sixteen years old, one meter seven tall, and he is outstanding among his peers, but in front of the other party, he is an out-and-out dwarf, barely to his chest, and he must look at him with his neck held high.

"Master Gavin, why did you come down? Hurry up to the walls, those goblins are about to be killed. ”

The heavy armor of the whole body increased his heaviness, making him feel like a mountain, but when he opened his mouth, there was a sense of disobedience of a landslide and a crack.

Because it was her, not him, the voice was as crisp as a yellow bird.

If you only listen to the voice, you think it is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

Gavin was accustomed to it, because he knew that the other party not only sounded like a young girl, but also looked good, even more delicate than most girls, and the silhouette was perfect.

An Internet term is used on her, and it is very appropriate - King Kong Barbie.

"Don't forget, I'm also a member of the Knott Militia!" Gavin was impassioned, looking like a hot-blooded teenager who was motivated.

But with a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, the posture is a standard posture that can no longer be standard to meet the impact.

The people around him automatically gave him a seat.

Just because he is the first in line to the throne of this castle, the current owner of the castle, Roon Notte, is his half-brother.

King Kong Barbinora couldn't care about Gavin, because those goblins were already close at hand, holding the huge battle axe, putting on a posture to meet the impact, and said in a loud voice: "Don't be afraid, everyone, it's just a group of foolish goblins, just keep stabbing as we usually train." ”

In the midst of a chaotic crowd of screams, the little green-skinned men poured in through the wide open gates.

When numbers are not dominant, goblins are notoriously timid, and will turn and flee at the slightest scare.

But when they have an absolute advantage in numbers, they are notoriously vicious, even in the face of enemies several times higher than themselves, they will not hesitate to pounce.

This is the latter case for now.

Behind the gate of the castle, there were only a dozen militiamen, and they were a black oppression, filling the entire city gate.

"Shoot the arrows."

Thirty or forty Nott militiamen rose from the city and sent down a rain of arrows.

The goblins who were crowded outside the city gate became live targets, and more than a dozen of them fell in an instant.

The goblins in the back, but they didn't care, stepping on those goblins who fell to the ground, and continued to rush forward, even if they didn't die, they probably wouldn't survive under the crazy trampling of a group of big-footed girls.

"Raise your shield, stab your spear."

With an order, the Nott militia at the city gates responded, including Gavin.

He's not a legendary fighter or a World Fighting Champion now, he's just a member of the Knott militia, and he just needs to do his job.

"Collect the spear, stab again."

The Nott militia with shields on their shoulders couldn't see their target at all, and they only needed to follow the order, collect their spears back and forth, and then stab them out.

Compared to the ordinary Nott militia, Gavin had one more twisting action before collecting the spear.

Don't look at it as an inconspicuous little action, but there is a lot of learning in it.

Not only does it deal tear damage to the target it hits, but it also makes it easier to retract the spear.

The goblins who poured into the city gates were forced to flock to Nora in the center.

There are at least two empty positions on either side of this King Kong Barbie, and it looks like a small door.

But when the goblins rushed closer, they realized that they had made a big mistake.

This is the biggest killing god here, and when her giant axe is wielded, even the Nott militia next to her is afraid.

Those goblins were bundled together in two or three, and there was not enough for an axe to cut them.

King Kong Barbie's agility is also beyond the imagination of those goblins.

A few wanted to take the opportunity to get past her, but she kicked them back one by one.

crashed into his companions, all fell to the ground, and couldn't get up for half a day.

The one who was treated as a football was even more angry on the spot.

Hundreds of goblins couldn't break through the defense line of a dozen or so Nott militiamen.

The militia archers at the head of the city are racing against time to send their bows and arrows out to inflict more damage.

It's only a matter of time before this wave of goblins is wiped out here.

Woowoo!!

Accompanied by a flurry of wolf howls.

Twenty or thirty wild wolves sprang out of the goblin army, and they kept their bodies bowed down and mixed in, using the goblins as shields until they were close to the militia line, and then they suddenly attacked.

With amazing bouncing power, he jumped directly over the heads of the militia and attacked them from behind.

Goblins are notoriously wolf tamers, and it's their innate talent.

Various wolves will hunt with them in groups, and some will even become goblin mounts, forming goblin wolf cavalry.

With the enemy on the back, the originally neat militia defense line was suddenly chaotic.

Some continue to attack the goblins, while others turn back to deal with the wolves.

The moment the wolf howl sounded, Gavin raised the spear in his hand diagonally.

It so happened that a wild wolf chose to pass over his head.

Tragedy struck.

The wild wolf used his own jumping strength to give himself a disembowelment.

Bloody blood drenched Gavin.

Gavin didn't realize it, threw away his spear, drew his sword, and pointed it at the ground near his ankle.

Before the sword could be fully dropped, a huge head reached out with a bloody mouth, apparently trying to bite Gavin's ankle and drag him directly to the ground.

But its behavior has already been predicted, so it can only follow in the footsteps of its own brother.

Half of his head was chopped off by a sword and died on the spot.

Then he took a half-step diagonally and kicked out with his right leg like lightning.

A wild wolf that had just bitten the ankle of a militiaman and had not had time to exert its strength let go of its mouth with a miserable howl and lay on the ground unable to move.

Gavin didn't kick it casually, but aimed at the most vulnerable lumbar vertebrae of the wolves, and broke it with one kick.