At first glance, the town where they sleep seems interesting. Ouyang Dao's suspicions were finally confirmed in the hotel, first of all, there were so many drinkers there, in terms of the number of houses and the size of the town, there were almost 23 middle-aged and young people drinking.

Either way, it's an exaggerated proportion. On the other hand, from the moment Ouyang Dao and the six soldiers came in, the people in the town looked at them with disgust and fear, and Ouyang Dao was not facing malt and steak, but sickles and swords.

Something strange happened in the town, and Ouyang Dao was sure that their appearance affected something, although he didn't know why he didn't like outsiders. This was evident from the few young men who arrived and left in a hurry.

Ouyang Dao didn't notice it, and the squad leader didn't notice it, but judging from the relaxed expression on his face, Ouyang Dao suspected that the squad leader hadn't noticed anything wrong. Not every soldier is a mythical veteran, part-time adventurer and unregistered archaeologist, but this idea is not uncommon. The Boy Scouts are supposed to see something, but the signs on the outside are not obvious, they just look suspicious. Ouyang Dao smiled and chewed on the dry steak.

Knock knock. After taking a large sip of inferior beer, Ouyang Dao felt that there must be something wrong with this town.

You can cook a medium-rare steak thoroughly, even if it's an old steak, either the chef doesn't want to do it, or he has a ghost in his heart. The correct answer is that the chef has something on his mind, not the marinade flavor of the steak. Any questions?

Ouyang thought with great interest, cutting some old steaks into small pieces and digging out the most tender part from the middle. Just as Ouyang Dao was pulling the steak, the three young men ran out of the hotel. Leading the way was a young man with black hair, who seemed to have come in a hurry, his heels stained with mud and blood.

He was accompanied by two young girls, one breathing forcefully and the other burly with a thick plate. Entering the hotel, the young man walked straight to Ouyang Dao's seat. The two soldiers sitting in front of Ouyang Dao frowned, changed their posture slightly, and blocked the young man for a while. The next moment, a soldier on Ouyang Dao's left stood up. He was the temporary leader of the organization, Snowden.

"What can I do for you, young man? The black-haired young man stopped, "I need your help, something bad is happening here," he took a quick breath, frowned, and tried to escort Ouyang Dao south as soon as possible, Ouyang Dao's voice sounded in his ears.

"I want to know what trouble you're in, "What do you mean we're in trouble? It was an accident!" Snowden said to the young man, Snowden's tone was a little abnormal, and the girl who was breathing well immediately choked up. He frowned, his left hand touching the hilt of his sword. Aware of his movements, the black-haired young face did not change, his steps retreated slightly, and his body center of gravity was low, ready to attack at any time. Ouyang Dao's eyes lit up, and although he might have been a little eccentric, the black-haired young man seemed to be doing a good job with these small movements.

Ouyang Dao's lips moved, and Snowden's face also changed "Since this is an accident, let's not get involved in it, let's clean up the mess ourselves" "No matter what, this can't be said" The girl in armor made a voice "We need your strength, but pay attention to what you say"

"Oh? Snowden grimaced.

"What are you going to do? Dance for us? The armored girl frowned, he felt strong discrimination in Snow, who had gone from being a civilian woman to a militia captain in armor, whom she had met many times.

After becoming the captain of the town's militia, the girl in armor decided never to be seen again. Before she could speak, the dark-haired young man next to her drew the hilt of her sword. "It seems that you don't want to say nice things. In that case, please fight with me. If you lose, please grant a request"

"Haha, kid, are you sure you know what you're talking about? Snowden sneered and turned around indifferently. There was a coldness on the face of the brunette young man that did not belong to his age.

"Are you going to stay here tonight? Are you ready to face the Assassins? By the way, this is Allen, she happens to be the captain of the town's militia Speaking of this, the black-haired young man stopped, and Snowden turned around and looked at the young man who had threatened him.

"Son, you're so proud," Snowden said as he stabbed his sword into the scabbard, sparks of wire passing through the sheath. Damn! The dark-haired young man drew his sword to fend off Snowden's slash, and there was a rare shudder on his face behind the sword.

"In that case, let's get started," said the two men, who were fighting with their swords. Snowden's swordsmanship was strict and unpretentious, every blow was aimed at death, his profession gave him great strength and speed, and despite the simplicity and simplicity of his swordsmanship, underneath these powers, there was a brutal killing.

The dark-haired young man, who at first wanted to become faster and stronger, soon realized that he could not compete with Snowden.

Realizing this, the black-haired youth's sword turned around and slightly clumsily transformed into another swordsmanship. The handle of the knife is placed behind the wrist and the fingers are placed on it, dancing back and forth around the crown. The center of the sword seems to be glued to the wrist, and the blade moves unnaturally back and forth on the wrist. Bending, circling—a seemingly feeble movement—allowed Snow's powerful attacks to be contained. Spiral Sword!

Ouyang Dao watched from the sidelines, blinking in surprise, this sword was not made for humans, but for the bulbous palm of a mechanical puppet. It originates from an unknown underground palace that contains a guard puppet, not in the usual human form, but in the shape of a tumbler, with two hands placed on the lower half of the body.

The joints of the puppet's arms are connected with beads, and the palm at the front end is replaced by beads on the blade of the sword. In the offense, the ball can be turned at will, and the blade is mounted on the rotating dance at the same time, so the sword is violent and strange, often making movements that some people are completely unable to do.

However, due to the limitation of the wrist, the trajectory of the sword is limited to a forward spiral, and as long as we master this, we can break the sword, and in the end it is called a spiral sword. It turns out that stone men were produced in large numbers in the Quaternary period, and 6,000 years ago, on the road, there seems to be a school dedicated to this type of stone man chemical. 6,000 years have passed, and the style has disappeared, leaving only the puppets that were sold.

In the archaeological world of the time, the appearance of these swordsman puppets set off a huge wave that attracted powerful swordsmen and immediately became interested in intense and peculiar swordsmanship.

Finally, at the end of the eighth century, spiral swordsmanship was created, which took advantage of the movements of the puppet-shaped wrists of the swordsman to build three spiral pivots on the palm, wrist and back of the hand. The inner breath erupts in the meridians, creating a suction force so that you can hold the sword and then you can dance with it.

The core principles of swordsmanship no longer exist for the general public, but the runes that carved them were successfully created by reverse-engineering the functions of the runes. The so-called reversal principle, simply put, is to take the blank rune as a part of one's own body, repeat the internal process of using the skill in the rune, and finally reverse the rune engraved on the surface of the rune through the rune mark rule. Most current abilities use this technique to counter-etch runes, and the popularity of runes represents a major revolution in supernatural powers.

However, because of the runes, it doesn't take a lot of practice to learn these abilities. Instead, the runes are engraved directly on the body. But although it can be used, it may take a long time to practice and explore to exert motivation. The rune system is more like a mage's, with complex and difficult spells engraved in a small rune, which greatly lowers the threshold for mages.

The reason is just a mage-level, because the power of combat skills is not whether you can follow the rules, but whether you can use them skillfully and accurately.

Not to be used in the right place, powerful combat skills can only be crushed enemies caused by layers of enemies, and it will be very difficult to specialize at the same level. Spiral swordsmanship is a typical swordsmanship that is easy to learn and difficult to master.

With the Runestone, any professional who wields this sword can play with a spiral sword or two, but whether it can play its due role in combat depends on the skill and proficiency of the individual.

The black-haired young man had now shown Ouyang Dao a very skilled spiral sword. With this spiral sword, the brunette young man was noticeably inferior in physical fitness to Snowden, but the battle situation tilted in his favor, and victory seemed to be in sight. Snowden also became impatient, reaching the peak of his strength and speed with each stroke, but could not break through the soft strokes of the black-haired youth. Ouyang Dao clapped his hands and said, "That's it." ”。

"There is no need to continue this fight" The black-haired young man, who looked like Ouyang Dao's identity, decisively turned the blade and pushed Snowden away. As he spoke, the black-haired man took two steps back, and his gaze fell on Ouyang Dao.

Snowden put down his sword and stood behind Ouyang Dao, trying to show respect, but when Ouyang Dao whispered to him with only a trace of submissive anger, he said: "Even if you win, I will agree. ”

The young man was a nobleman, and six soldiers had been sent to protect him!Almost immediately, the people in the tavern made a reasonable guess about Ouyang Dao's identity, and Ouyang Dao's subsequent performance seemed to confirm their opinion, it was a weak man, but a high-ranking nobleman.

Therefore, in Ouyang Dao's play, the two sides reach a kind of mutual collision, and Ouyang Dao understands what is happening in the town from the perspective of the black-haired youth. Also knows what the black-haired youth wants, and why the townspeople are afraid and disgusted when they see him. It was in this remote corner that an ancient magic trap was accidentally triggered, and it became the beginning of the resurrection of a powerful species.

Now Campen, the concentration of death energy has far exceeded the normal range, walking in the town, and at any time he may attack the undead from the ground. Once someone dies in the town, they will also be resurrected, and the stronger the dead, the more terrible the resurrection.