Preliminary battle

The night was quiet, with only the campfire burning breathlessly in the alcove, and many people lazily leaning against the grass bunks beside it to enter dreamland. It was a while before someone suddenly said, "Why hasn't the man who carries the water returned?"

　　This sentence immediately got the response of the crowd, they are waiting to burn some hot water to drink, scalding feet and then sleep beautifully. At this time, the masked slave finally came back with a crooked face, the clothes on his body appeared dirty and damp, even the mask on his face was also outside, obviously he had fallen halfway.

　　This is a team that appears to be a little beyond the standard establishment, the leader is a wearing iron armor, tall heavy swordsman, he has a yellowish beard, wearing locks armor, outside the cover of the red cloak, daunting.

　　At this time this leader has leaned against the dryest stone, holding half a man high huge sword snoring, he has eight masked servants around, in normal times, but for its maintenance of weapons and armor, waiter life and living, battlefield is to follow the side of the fight.

　　The rest of the seven masked servants have waited a little impatient, directly grabbed the limp companion in the hands of the bucket, directly to the fire hot wash, they have fallen asleep, only an older vague explanation: "you first watch the night, by the way also good baking clothes!"

　　The body of the masked slave who fetched the water twisted a bit and grunted twice in his throat, seemingly in protest.

　　This night was quiet.

　　There was only the sound of snoring, the masked slave who was sitting next to the fire suddenly stood up gently! Looking at his sharp, shadowy eyes, it was clearly none other than - Fang Lin!

　　He traveled to the closest to himself his eyes staring at the masked slave's throat - then, Fang Lin very decisively drew his sword and made a cut! There wasn't the slightest hesitation at all, a soft hand!

　　Although the blade wasn't sharp, it was easy to cut through the weak skin on the neck, and then the blade's remaining momentum continued to cut through the trachea, larynx, carotid artery, and vagus nerve underneath it. Dark red blood immediately ran out happily, Fang Lin clearly saw that in his field of vision, the masked slave's blood bar suddenly became empty, his body abruptly bounced up, then fell down heavily, his dead fish eyes bulged out, and then became blank. Fang Lin was quick to catch the short sword that he threw out of his hand, avoiding the sound of it hitting the rocks, and then fiercely stepped on the still bleeding wound, avoiding the "gurgle" of blood choking the windpipe and alerting the others.

　　At this time, Fang Lin noticed that at the bottom left of his field of vision, a small line of numbers appeared: Heavy Swordsman 0 [2], Masked Slave 2 [6]. [Note: the one who hit the water earlier also counts] Points 0 [300].

　　The next six masked slaves were also killed in their sleep.

　　Then Fang Lin traveled to the body of the heavy swordsman by the driest boulder, still intending to do as he had done, and his attack was still on the opponent's throat - the only vital point on the enemy's body that wasn't encased in chainmail.

　　However, the moment the sword was swung down, the heavy swordsman, probably due to lying in one position for too long, suddenly rolled over!

　　The human body's lethal prescription Lin had already studied it in the real world back when he was determined to avenge his parents' deaths, but unfortunately, most of the fourteen people he killed didn't take a violent approach, and thus he didn't get to practice it much, which was why he missed this time.

　　The heavy swordsman, who had unintentionally rolled over to avoid the fatal blow because of his sleep, immediately situation over and let out a low growl. He bounced up and launched a fierce surprise attack against Fang Lin, however, Fang Lin only sidestepped and used his arm to frame his greatsword thrust, ostensibly swinging a sword at him, but the real underhanded move was the kick that was kicked out with force!

　　That kick landed on this heavy swordsman's stall.

　　Even the back of Fang Lin's foot felt that intense pain of two ovoid shapes exploding into a mess in an instant, and then he noticed that his own blood bar had decreased by one-fifth, while this Heavy Swordsman's blood bar instantly sank to the bottom, but it was only the lowest point, but not considered dead! However, the heavy swordsman's face helmet suddenly broke open, revealing a twisted and hideous face, and his eyes also became blood red, all of a sudden, he and his body pounced on, and pressed Fang Lin to the ground, even though his strength attribute was doubled by the environment, for a moment he could not resist the enemy's crazy attack!

　　Mutation!

　　Smelling the heavy sweaty odor of the heavy swordsman pressing down on his body, what he heard in his ears was his wild beast-like frantic panting. Fang Lin remained calm despite the fact that his neck was stuck and he was dizzy and struggling to breathe.

　　He completely gave up his intention to struggle, but violently rolled over!

　　Both of them rolled into the fire together!

　　The flames burned the two men who were fighting to the death. The flames were fair, scorching everything that dared to enter its sphere of influence without discrimination. Fang Lin's own bloodline began to drop drastically in front of his eyes, but the first one to lose support was the mutant heavy swordsman who was on top of him. After tens of seconds in the flames, he finally let out a long, helpless hiss in his throat and collapsed.

　　Escape from death.

　　This was the only thought in Fang Lin's mind.

　　In fact, there was a lot of luck involved, if this heavy swordsman hadn't been sleeping without gear armor, if Fang Lin hadn't been involved in the aspect of one-strike kills in the real world where he knew himself to be weak, if there didn't happen to be a blazing fire next to him, if ...

　　This short and thrilling battle, however, made Fang Lin understand too many things. First of all, the background here was a world with a framework like the Round Table Knights, though! The people inside were all living, breathing people! They had intelligence and thoughts and emotions and even explosive power! If the consequence of belittling it is death!

　　Silence in all directions, Fang Lin gasped for a moment, puked the mud in his mouth, felt his heart beating so hard that it almost popped out of his chest, while his temples also popped with a burst of pain, he frowned and climbed up, carefully examined his body, and found that the heaviest injury was still the heavy sword thrust that he had taken with his arm and stiffly braced it! The skin and flesh of the place where he was hit by the sword were rolled over in a miserable manner, and even the blood vessels were scorched by the high temperature attached to the sword in an instant, so there was not much blood flowing out.

　　At this time, the burns on his body also began to faintly ache, and only then did it occur to Fang Lin that the scene hints stated: pain weakening is 70%, that is to say, the pain that was fed back to the nerves from the injuries was weakened by seven layers. According to his endurance, other than the movement of his left hand being somewhat hindered, the rest of his abilities were not weakened much. At this time, Fang Lin discovered something else, at the waist of a masked slave's corpse next to him, a dazzling but not blinding light flashed.

　　He curiously walked over and easily searched for a grayish metal key. After the key arrived, the corpse became transparent and disappeared, and the Nightmare Seal gave a reminder: you have obtained an ordinary key, do you want to summon the treasure chest immediately? Yes/No?

　　Seeing that the surrounding area was very safe, Fang Lin selected the summon option, and a rather sturdy looking wooden chest appeared in place. After opening the chest, Fang Lin realized that a black wheat bread was placed inside, after his finger touched it, the nightmare seal on his chest immediately made a prompt, "Obtained a black bread, inferior quality, cannot be carried, restores stamina value of thirty, is it to be taken immediately?"

　　[Note: Most of the ways of obtaining loot in this book are the above mentioned ways, and will be explained later if there are special circumstances. Treasure chests and keys, cannot be seen by those without the Nightmare Mark. The items are protected for: 72 hours.]

　　Fang Lin's heart was happy, after eating the bread he found that his blood bar had climbed a small amount, he hurriedly paid attention to the other corpses and searched for the rest of the gray keys on the corpses of the other four masked slaves, and on the body of the once berserked heavy swordsman he searched for a bright silver key, he calmly thought about it for a moment to use the gray key to open the chest first, and the items he obtained were as follows are as follows: one intermediate short sword, White equipment, inferior quality, attack 1-3, cannot be carried out of this world, can be exchanged for 30 points.

　　One silver jewelry, inferior quality, valuable item, can be redeemed for 60 points.

　　One Vegetable Salad, medium quality, food, restores 20 points of stamina value within 60 seconds, must be consumed in a non-combat state, cannot be carried.

　　It was worth mentioning that an empty chest appeared. From this, Fang Lin thought that since the box might appear empty, it was likely that he would have to face traps with traps in the future, so it seemed that there should be a specialized skill for screening.

　　After this busy, Fang Lin's blood bar has been from the original one-fifth, slowly recovered to the position of the majority, and the body's injuries are also obviously better, only the left hand in the movement still seems to be quite stifled. It seemed that once the motor functions were traumatized, the healing would be somewhat slow, and it would be difficult to heal quickly with this kind of food.

　　The next thing to do was naturally to open the box corresponding to that bright silver key. As the key slowly turned, a silver light shot out from the lid of the chest, and it was clearly the greatsword that the heavy swordsman from earlier was carrying on his shoulder. Its details were, "Ryan's Two-Handed Heavy Sword: Blue Equipment, Medium Quality, Attack 5-6, Incidental Searing Damage 2-2, Cannot be carried out of this world, Requires Strength 18, Stamina 8, Can be used to exchange for 300 points."

　　Fang Lin estimated that he wouldn't be able to hold this big guy even if he were to die, but fortunately at this point, the Nightmare Seal provided assistance and was able to include it in another storage space with a limited load. He found a worn parchment at the bottom of the silver box, and when his finger touched it, the nightmare seal's prompt automatically appeared in his ear: "E-rank skill cutting scroll, this skill is unique to the world of the Round Table Warriors, and it requires strength 3, agility 3, stamina 4, and spirit 10 to be able to learn it. Skill activation requires the consumption of one point of mental energy. Cutting Art LIVE1 effect: you can process and divide the acquired loot, there is a 1% chance to process high-level unknown treasures, there is a 48% chance to increase the value of the loot, there is a 51% chance to make the loot damaged and disappear, you can carry it out of this world, or you can exchange it for 50 points, please ask if you want to learn it. Note: When processing high-level equipment, the failure rate will increase exponentially. [The cutting range is limited to equipment, food, & some valuables.]"

　　[En, the original form of the cutting art is the original function of the round table warriors in the pull, will be those big treasure chests, big blood chopping open, huh, used to look forward to playing the three kingdoms in the time can be those big plate of buns big plate of chicken chopping open, now is considered to be inside the book to fulfill the dream, incidentally, this book is divided into the skills of: SSS, SS, S, A, B, C, D, E six grades, the lower the grade of the skills, the simpler the learning requirements SSS]

　　Fang Lin frowned, this skill is really chicken rib incomparable, but he thought about it for a while, holding the attitude that it's better than nothing, before he clicked OK, who knows that the series of prompts that came from the Nightmare Seal immediately afterward immediately caused him to have the urge to curse out loud: "You've already learnt a skill: the current remaining skill bar is: 2."

　　"This skill is an E-rank skill, if you wish to forget it, you must obtain the Water of the River Styx."

　　Fang Lin's facial muscles twitched, this prompt revealed a lot of information to him, the first was that one should be able to learn various skills to strengthen oneself, and these skills were also divided into levels according to their effects - obviously the E level was definitely not high end. Secondly, there was a limit to the total number of skills that each person could learn, his own total was three, but now it was two. The last thing was that the skill should be forgettable, however the conditions for forgetting it should be very harsh. If Fang Lin's deduction was correct, the higher the rating of the skill, the lower the cost of forgetting it.

　　He took a deep breath and shook his head, pushing the chagrin in his heart out of his mind, in Fang Lin's mindset, regret was a very useless thing, it had no effect other than killing his fighting spirit. Judging from the arrangement near this point, this should be a sentry post to monitor the town, he changed into the intermediate short sword that he had just acquired, changed into the clothes of a masked slave, and after a moment's thought, he followed the river upwards.