My father taught me that if you train for a long time, your body will have some natural reactions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info And these reactions may save your life when it matters most.

If it weren't for my father's teaching and training since childhood, I am afraid that I would have been stabbed to death in my sleep.

Just now, a long sword pierced himself in his sleep, and his sleeping self reflexively picked up the wooden stick in his hand to block it.

When he opened his eyes, the long sword glittered beside him, and a palpitation quickly rose from the bottom of his heart, which was really terrifying.

I should really thank my father who has trained me for a long time, the Holy Light is above, may he be well, I still don't know what I just did, you must know that the long sword looks so sharp, if it pierces your body, it must be a hole.

The owner of the sword was standing outside the room, and the corpse in the door hindered its movements, causing it to have to resort to this method to kill itself, but unfortunately it was awakened in a dream, which was good luck.

This is a skeleton soldier of the Undead Scourge, it is wearing the standard equipment of the Scourge, weapons, leggings, boots and shoulder blades, oh, and the belt and helmet, God knows why the undead still wears such neat equipment, could it be that his master has obsessive-compulsive disorder? Now the Scourge soldier was trying to get over the corpse of the Dark Dog, but it was a pity that he had no flesh joints to make these movements.

Wrong! In my last impression, I must have died in the army of the undead, right? So will it be here? And also! Where's my chain mail and weapons?

Alas, forget it, I guess I lost it, but it's a pity that my father made it for me himself.

Mother doesn't know if it's okay now, it's all an evil natural disaster!

My name is Locke. Harvey, I am from Tranquility in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, my mother is the daughter of a minor nobleman, and my father is the magistrate of Tranquility. It is said that my father participated in the orc war and was a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand, I don't know if it's true or not, my father never talked about it in front of me, and I'm just an ordinary young soldier who can be seen everywhere in the kingdom, oh no, it's not a paladin, although the Holy Light responded to me in the ceremony, but then there was no reaction, but I have always asked myself according to the creed of the paladin. The final ideal is to find a beautiful and moving wife like the mayor's daughter Selene, a perfect life, as it should be, if there is no natural disaster.

Nonsense, is it because I'm going to die? That's why you think so much?

But the problem now is that outside the room I'm in now, there's a skeleton shelf of the Scourge Legion, about to kill me, I don't know if it's lonely, or it's premeditated, maybe there will be one downstairs, how do I solve this problem. What to do? Don't panic! My father said that you should be calm when you encounter problems, and only a calm brain can think of a solution to the problem.

That's right! I still have a wooden stick, but looking at the long sword in the skull's hand, I instinctively swallowed my saliva, the wooden stick has a deep gap because of the block just now, and it's hard to say if it can be used again, yes, after all, it's only used to deal with low-level beasts. Suddenly I had a plan, and the skeleton was clumsily trying to rummage through the pile of Dark Dog corpses, if that was the case...

Of course, all of the above is in my thoughts.

I threw the stick in my hand towards the Scourge soldier, and then bent down and dragged the corpse of the dark dog on the ground in the doorway, and the legs of the skeleton shelf were still stepping on the dog's corpse, and it was obvious that the skeleton shelf blocked the flying sticks, and I fell down heavily because I dragged the corpse of the dark dog away. I didn't have time to think about it, I pounced hard, and the whole person pressed on the skeleton shelf, it really hurt, this skeleton with white bones was like a stone, the body of the cushion hurt, and the wound that had just been bandaged almost collapsed again.

Inside the hole in the chain mail helmet beneath me, a pair of dancing blue flames stared at me.

I vividly remember that on the way Holens told me that these undead scourge skeleton soldiers and brainless zombies were the lowest soldiers, powered by pure soul fire, they were slow and stiff, intellectually low, weak in strength, and had no magic at all.

The strength is weak... The strength is weak... The strength is weak...

But the skeleton beneath me was obviously different from what he said, and a huge force surged up from underneath me, and I felt that I was not suppressing a skeleton. It's a mighty elephant.

There was no doubt that I was kicked out hard and hit the opposite wall, and the collision of my body with the wall even caused a small earthquake.

Oh, of course, it's limited to this room, and the pain spreads all over the body. The wound began to soak again, the pain made my whole body convulse, and then I fainted, I quickly shook my head to drive this feeling out, the skeleton on the other side was trying to stand up and pick up the long sword it had dropped on the ground, I also hurriedly got up, in my shaky vision, the guy had not yet gotten up, it was really slow, but this is not weak, it is true that there is no brain.

I rushed over, and the earthquake in my body hadn't passed yet, and it still didn't feel good.

Finally, before the skeleton could get up, I kicked the long sword out hard, not that I didn't pick it up, but I didn't dare to pick it up, I was afraid that I would be pounced on and beaten to death.

As I did this, the skeleton stood up, untouched by its weapons, and still walked towards me, apparently ready to kill me in hand-to-hand combat, and I was really not as strong as it was now. Or maybe I won't be able to beat it with three more.

These skeletons also have weaknesses, for example, joints, broken hands and feet are inevitable after breaking, if you can blow up its head. Then it is certain to die, because the soul fire is very fragile, and it will dissipate when it is hit, so that the undead will be purified.

Oh! With the Light on me, I can see why they wear armor.

Seeing that the skeleton was coming, I gritted my teeth and looked at it, flying up and slamming it into the kneecap of its left leg. It had chain mail on its knees, and I had no choice. At the same time, I understood a truth, in the undead scourge, there are some low-level soldiers who are not intelligent.

"Click!" Even though there is chain mail to protect the kneecap, this skeleton still fell in response, pressed on my body, it seems that I bet right, even if its knee has armor defense, but no flesh and blood is still a weakness, but this skeleton is really heavy enough, of course, this is not the most important, the most important thing is that this undead used its bone hand to pinch my neck, I can't resist, in a hurry, I grabbed it with my hand on its bones, I felt my hand grasp its chain mail helmet, my hand forced, pulled the helmet off, The skeleton showed its skull, and the nimble fire in its two eye sockets throbbed violently. Its mouth made a "doo, doom" sound.

God knows how they make sounds.

But now, the undead had choked me out of breath, and at the moment of crisis I felt a handful of cold things in my right hand.

Sword! The coldness swirled in my mind and I remembered.

I grabbed the sword with my right hand, hurry, hurry, pick it up! I cried out inwardly because I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, my eyes were already starting to blacken, and at last my fingers hooked the sword to the hilt.

With his right hand, he grabbed the sword and slammed it into the skeleton's head.

"!" It's like the sound of a watermelon being violently crushed, the undead's head being smashed, and the scum of bones smashing my face!

Without the protection of the chain mail helmet, the head became a weak point, and the long sword easily slashed the back of its head, slashing at the soul fire, and the undead's hand stopped instantly, and then fell heavily on me, almost crushing me.

I sat up, my hand touching my neck and coughing loudly, oh my God, I almost died, the light is above, I must pray for a while.

I sat up, gasping for breath as I watched the undead warrior.

Its bony head shattered, and the soul fire inside dissipated into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the evil creature was finally sanctioned by me.

I gasped for a few breaths and looked distractedly at the skeleton and the corpse of the Dark Dog on the ground.

Wait a minute! Not right! I hurried to my feet, picked up the sword that had fallen in the corner, and held it in my hand.

What's going on with the Dark Dog corpse on the ground here? And how did I get my wounds? How come I don't have a little memory? And my weapons, my chain mail!

There seem to be too many things that are not right!

This?

Hiss, my head hurts, it's like someone is stirring in it with a stick, did I accidentally bump into it?

But! This matter can be put aside for now, but we can't stay here any longer, the smell of the corpse and blood of the Dark Dog may have spread through the air, this is the delicacy of the undead scourge!

The nearby skeleton shelves and brainless zombies of the Scourge will definitely come to check it out, and maybe there will be a necromancer who will have to go! Hide in a different place.

Before leaving, I must arm myself, I use the long sword in my hand Bala, the undead skeleton, to find out something useful, it's a pity that this undead has nothing else worth searching for in addition to the chain mail on the body, of course, if it's not disgusting, the chain mail equipment is also good, and the position covered by the chain mail is definitely not easy to get hurt after wearing it, but who knows how many dead people it has been pulled out of, and how many people's hands have passed? There are dead and alive, so I still don't think about it.

I stumbled down the stairs, and the blood of the dark dog on the stairs flowed down the stairs, in the hall on the first floor, and outside, hoping that nothing too bad would happen.

And as I descended the stairs, I was mistaken by my words, and the pale blue moonlight poured in, revealing a different kind of beauty, if it were not for the fact that it was illuminated by two white skeletons.

The two lowest-ranking soldiers of the Undead Scourge had just walked in, with the same equipment and shape, and only 2 eye holes were exposed in the chain mail helmet on their heads, and there was a pulsing blue light inside.

What frustrated me the most was that they looked up, and in the black hole of the helmet eye socket, the blue soul fire locked on me, and it was still discovered, and there was no way out.

Supreme Light, I have only turned eighteen this year, not that I am afraid of death, but! It is to die, and it is to die vigorously, and death is worthwhile! I am really unwilling to die here like this today, in such a poor country! What's more, I haven't confessed to the woman I like yet!

Farewell, Céline, you should be in Hearthvale, and alas, will you remember me, the son of the sheriff? It's a pity that I won't see you again, goodbye.

Just as I closed my eyes and was about to accept my fate, suddenly my father's words rang loudly in my ears.

"Coward! Coward! The Harvey family has embarrassed you! Stand up! Take up arms, the men of the Harvey family did not die on their stomachs! ”

"Don't panic! Use your brain! Think about what I usually teach you. ”

Father! I muttered under my breath.

Yes! I've already died once! Am I afraid of dying again?!

Finally I calmed down, turned and ran upstairs, and I thought of a solution to my current predicament, whether it was possible or not, I had to try it first.

Behind me was the sound of undead skeletons running, and I took the time to look back... O Holy Light! These natural disasters and undead actually ran! Are you not caring for your devout believers? Doesn't that mean they can't run?

Rumor has it that these skeleton soldiers are afraid to run in stride, as strenuous activity may cause the skeleton to loosen and completely disperse at critical times. But the skeletons in front of them didn't have this concern, and they ran slowly.

Although they are trotting and their movements are very rusty, they are running after all! Damn it! If this is in a wide area, how many ways can I get you around, but for now, let's go upstairs and implement the plan.

I climbed to the top of the stairs, the small living room on the second floor.

I turned around and swung my sword and slashed at the stairs I had just come from. Hopefully this staircase isn't strong enough! I muttered silently in my heart.