Act 4 The Darkness Spreads

Sophie's plan was this.

If his memory is not wrong, the captain of the garrison of Butch at this time should be the famous veteran - Madden, a veteran who experienced the same November war as Brando's grandfather.

Sophie knew that he was because this NPC would teach the 'Exploration' skill to travelers in the game.

But the veteran soldier really became famous because he made a huge mistake as Buche's local garrison captain during the First Black Rose War, misjudging the intention of the Madara army.

He thought that the other party was just invading the border as always, so he transferred the villagers of Buqi at the beginning. He originally had a chance to fight back and defeat the vanguard of the undead army, and then calmly retreat.

Unfortunately, this opportunity was missed by him.

He was supposed to be the hero of the kingdom, but ended up taking another bleak path. Sophie was both amazed and curious about such a person.

What he sighed was the situation of the latter half of his life, but what he was curious about was how the other party discovered Madara's army of undead in advance at the beginning? You know, this is the only variable in the entire Golan-Elsen region.

"Could it be because of herself?" An impossible thought suddenly popped into Sophie's mind.

But he immediately threw the absurd thought out of his head.

Now that he wants to change history, he has to find a way to remind each other. Fire, in the military regulations, symbolizes warning and invasion, Sophie can only hope that the other party is sober enough——

There was a bang outside the door, and every minute and second passed as if immersed in a tense atmosphere.

"Brando, they're coming in!" Roman clutched the masonry hammer in both hands, and she stared at the kitchen door with a good-looking frown, for fear that it would be accidentally knocked open.

Sophie didn't have time to think about this at all, and as soon as the skeleton soldiers swarmed into them, they were dead. But he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the door when he heard the call of the merchant's lady:

The door of the kitchen made a rattling sound, and the sharp sword kept piercing and pulling out. Madara's sharp sword was as sharp as the fangs of a beast. Something outside suddenly slammed into the door, with a loud bang, and a layer of ash fell from the roof.

There was a creaking groan on the wooden door, and the crack widened a lot—

"Calm down, calm down, just think it's better to play games. Sophie, think about the tasks you've gone through, this time is nothing..."

He tried to inhale to calm himself, wrapping the oil-soaked cloth around a bundle of straw and firewood, and tying it with a rubber band. He is very familiar with doing this. Self-made torches are a basic skill in the game, although they are not even basic skills.

This is a relatively rich condition. He also knew how to make a torch that could only burn for five minutes, remembering that he tried it once with dry lichens and bushes in the underground tunnels of Noukan and Hain.

But there was not much time left for him, and soon the door shook again, the door frame made a loud crack, the lime splashed, and then fell again.

"Brando—!" Roman felt her heart jump out of her throat, and she blinked her bright eyes.

"I'm here, don't worry, I'll hold on for a while." Sophie was sweating profusely. He sawed the flint with an iron bar several times.

After all, there are some differences between reality and games.

The huge strength of the skeleton soldier first made the door bolt unable to bear it, and it broke apart with a click, and the wooden door tilted, but there was still no hole.

A bare bone hand reached in from the outside, intending to break the latch from the inside.

The girl businessman was startled, she immediately raised the hammer and swung it over, but the slamming of the hammer on the bone only opened a crack in it - Madara's skeleton soldier didn't feel any pain, it just stopped for a moment ,

Then he continued to pull on the latch.

Seeing this scene, Roman stayed for a while, even forgetting the hammer in his hand.

"Brando, Brando, what to do..." She immediately asked a little nervously.

Then the fire finally came on.

At the same time, the door latch fell to the top with a bang.

The door opened, and a skeleton soldier with a sword outside pushed open the door and stepped in. It turned its head, and two groups of beating red flames in its dark eye sockets locked the two pale young men at once.

What is that young man doing?

Before it could react, a black object in the undead's gray field of vision had grown bigger and bigger, and immediately a hatchet was inserted into its forehead.

"...This is your last move. When throwing the sword, remember to keep your hand steady and your center of gravity low. Don't hesitate. You must try to form a straight line between you and your target..."

"...If your enemy is a skeleton, then your best goal is to choose the junction of the shoulder blade and the arm, the root of the thigh or the spine; unless you are sure to hit the owl's head, its skull is not its largest weakness……"

"Damn—!"

Sophie looked at the skeleton soldier who was leaning back, and couldn't help cursing in her heart - the 'throwing' technique in military swordsmanship is a profound skill, but it was not a problem for him as a senior soldier - - It was only when the hatchet was thrown, Sophie suddenly remembered that she was no longer that old hand.

In the game, throwing the knife with his power, I am afraid that this skeleton will be directly divided into two pieces along the skull, but now, just like what Brando has learned in the training of the militia, the other party is only slightly hindered at most - Insert The hatchet on the forehead does no harm to the overall structure of a skeleton.

"Miss Roman, be careful!" Seeing that the other party was about to stand up again, he immediately pulled the dazed businessman in front of him behind him.

"Brando..." The merchant lady was frightened.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Sophie said so, but she didn't really know what to do, especially when she saw a dense crowd of skeleton soldiers who were about to pour in.

Under such a critical situation, he couldn't care less, looking around, there was really nothing to use. But the skeleton is about to stand up, what should I do? Just giving up like that?

Sophie shook her head. He swears that he has never put his life and death aside for a moment since he was a child. Of course, those experiences in the game are not counted. He only felt a blank in his heart.

He rushed up, gritted his teeth, grabbed the opponent's sword-holding arm, and slammed the bone frame back almost subconsciously.

People tend to subconsciously use all their strength in a tense situation, but the bone frame is completely powerless to resist when it is out of balance. It makes a gurgling sound and falls back, and the skeleton soldiers behind it retreat again and again.

The momentum of Madara's undead pouring into this room was stagnant for a moment, but it was enough.

The young man couldn't help but feel at a loss. He could hardly believe that he had succeeded. This is reality. Is he really that useless game house?

He subconsciously threw the torch in the other hand to the dry straw, leather products and firewood that had been piled up in the corner.

The flames soared--

"Let's run, Brando!" The merchant lady ran up from behind and grabbed his hand.

She felt that she had never been so nervous since she was a child. She remembered that the first time she saw the young man next door was more than a year ago.

But today, that ordinary young man has shown extraordinary calmness and bravery. Is this kind of temperament shown at this critical moment the "reliable man" that my aunt murmured?

What a strange feeling...

The girl couldn't help but have some inexplicable thoughts in her heart. When she noticed that she was grabbing the other's wrist, her heart couldn't help pounding.

"Brando?"

The smoke had already spread out, and the kitchen was filled with the choking smell of smoke.

Sophie woke up suddenly. With Martha on top, he even set fire to his grandfather's old house, and Brando will not be able to finish his meal this time—although he is Brando now.

His mind was chaotic, but Brando's memory still prevailed in the chaos.

But a dry, low voice came from behind the smoke: "Quicker, dead soldiers. Put out the fire and get the bug out, we only have a minute to—"

This voice reminded the young man that he was still in danger and that he must find a way to escape. However, Sophie knew that the lower-level undead driven by the fire of the soul were instinctively afraid of flames. It might be difficult for the corpse witch to make his skeleton subordinates overcome this in a short time, so now is his turn.

It's just that the flame is a double-edged sword, and he must hurry up.

"Miss Roman, come with me." Sophie ripped a sausage from the ceiling, and then led the merchant lady to the back door. It's not that he is greedy. The basic food reserve before escaping has almost formed a subconscious instinct for the players in the 'Amber Sword'.

The fire has grown bigger and bigger, and the surrounding is caught in a sea of ​​flames, filled with smoke, and the temperature has risen extremely fast. But Sophie quickly touched the small door she remembered for delivering food - pushed it, and locked it.

Sophie coughed, and the merchant lady behind her coughed very badly. He was silent and groped down again, and immediately found the metal door latch, which he was about to open, but hesitated immediately.

He remembered another thing.

...

"Freya!"

Perhaps for residents living in the Elsen-Golan Mountains, the stars in April are not much different from the night sky in May. Only since the end of May, the temperature has gradually risen. Looking down from the gentle slope of the Yusong Mountains, it has been a sea of ​​red and white flowers since the early summer. The countryside has been ravaged by war for hundreds of years.

The girl raised her head, and in the summer night, the sky was as crystal clear as made of crystal - from west to east, a bright band of light ran through the entire night sky, passing through many constellations in myths and legends, big and small.

She was standing at the entrance of the village and looked up at the side of the mountain. Freya was a little worried. The previous loud noise was especially disturbing. Isn't it said that there are undead movements in the vicinity recently, isn't it...

Hearing the shouting, she turned her head and was surprised to see a childish-looking boy running out of the village entrance, hurriedly running to her side, bending down and gasping for breath.

"What's the matter, little Phoenix, is something wrong?" The girl's voice was soft and clear.

"Did you hear that voice just now?"

"Well, that's why I came out to take a look." She couldn't help but drift towards the hillside again, "I'm really worried about Roman, her aunt also went to a nearby town... I heard that it's not very safe recently, so I let her Come to my house for two days, but she didn't agree."

The boy raised his head to look at her, and couldn't help but widen his eyes——

The girl's long light brown hair was neatly tied into a long ponytail at the back of her head, which set off her heroic figure. She was wearing a close-fitting gray and white leather armor, with a thick cotton shirt under it. With an armband - an abstract pine leaf painted in black paint.

She also wears a dagger around her waist, a medieval Western European dagger, with a fire emblem on the iron plate on the sword guard.

If Sophie was here, she would be able to recognize the other party's dress at a glance - Butch's militia. Golan black pine is the most common tree species in the Elsen-Golan Mountains, and it is also the emblem of the local troops of Buch.

However, the garrison is well-equipped and equipped with uniforms. Only the local militiamen will wear this gray-white leather armor sewn with the fur of gray-maned cows.

In Erouin, every local youth receives regular militia training, which usually begins at the age of fourteen, takes place between October and March each year, and does not end until the age of nineteen. . Trained youths and even adults can act as militiamen at any time in peacetime, and become the most important source of reserve soldiers in wartime. Therefore, since the promulgation of this decree in the Year of Thunder, militia training has become Erouin's most important military measure one.

"Don't that kid live there? I heard that he worked as a militiaman in Braggs." The boy asked in confusion.

"Hey, people in the city can't be trusted," the girl pushed back her long ponytail and couldn't help frowning: "It's because that guy is there that I'm worried!"

"You're prejudice, Miss Freya."

"What do you know... Forget it," the girl taught her lesson without turning her head back: "Okay, let's talk about anything, boys don't talk like a girl, you know!"

Little Phoenix shrank his neck: "You know, Captain Madden has ordered the guards to gather!"

Freya's big bright eyes flashed with surprise: "Captain Madden? How did you know?"

"That guy Bresson told me," Little Phoenix replied with blinking eyes, "when I came out, he had already mounted his horse and reported to the garrison."

"Do you know what happened?"

"I don't know." The boy shook his head.

The girl turned her head and glanced in the direction of the hillside with some concern. In the darkness, she could only vaguely see the outline of the manor.

"Call everyone up and let's go too."

"Freya, Aunt Sylll will kill us so late!" The boy widened his eyes and asked incredulously, "Let's wait for tomorrow's news, right?"

"It's so cowardly!" The girl couldn't help but glared at the other party, but she also knew that Little Phoenix was telling the truth, thinking of her aunt's deterrent power-don't look at her being the militia captain of Butch, but she didn't dare to be casual. rash.

"You're not the same..." The young man muttered just now, but saw that the other party turned his head and gave him a silent gesture with a serious face.

"Freya?"

"Shh—" The girl turned her head to the side and made a 'listen' gesture. In the darkness, there was clearly a faint whining sound.

"What's that sound?"

The whining sound has gone from far to near, above the head, and the speed is very fast.

The girl's face changed, she raised her head just as she wanted to avoid it, but it was too late. A black shadow suddenly plunged into her shoulder from mid-air, causing her to fall backwards with a scream.

"Big sister--!"

"Run, little Phoenix, run!" the ponytail girl shouted in pain.

Arrows rained down.

...

Sophie stopped.

"What's the matter, Brando...cough?" The future girl merchant probably felt abnormal and couldn't help asking.

Sophie didn't answer, he remembered something.

When Madara launched the raid, it was in the game. In the game, it was inevitable that the player could not be bypassed. Players would not be like NPCs in the sunrise and sunset. It can even be said that a considerable part of them are worthy of the name. nocturnal creatures.

He remembered that when he started the operation in Madara, he encountered interference from players in other places - players like him, but most of Madara's operations were successful. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Why?

Yes, he finally remembered such an era, when the ancient country of Eruin was dying, and its neighbors were ushering in such an era, an era of turbulence.

Gather the stars...

Sophie couldn't help but sigh. Madara in this era is not only the legendary generals who will be famous in the future, but also benefited from the military reform seven years ago (three hundred and sixty-eight years, the Black Rose Reform) - this reform created it It has created a solid foundation, and it has cultivated a steady stream of outstanding apprentices that are supporting the country's war power from the bottom up.

And this strength will eventually be shown in such a war.

In the first Black Rose War, the powerful execution and judgment of the Madara army was enough to make everyone look at it, but unfortunately, until the demise of Eruin, the world was not really vigilant.

exactly.

The kingdom of darkness is rising and will soon be in full bloom.

"Those guys are not ordinary."

As a long-term rival, Sophie was particularly impressed by Madara's outstanding middle and low-ranking non-commissioned officers. Only those who have fought with him for a long time will understand the opponent's shrewdness——

Sophie's hand was on the icy latch, and her heart cooled a little bit. The moment he closed the door, the other party should have attacked Butch ahead of time-they wouldn't give him time to report the village to the police, then Fear is just a possibility.

And there might also be Madara's skeleton soldiers behind this door.

what to do?

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