"Romum! Romon! Wake up! Romon!" In his sleep, Romon felt his face wet, and someone was pushing his body. He opened his eyes and looked, "Ah!" He jumped up suddenly, and what was in front of him was the face of a big black dog.
"Romon, you're awake." Not far away was a middle-aged man, who was wearing green leaves to make a cloak. In addition to the black dog named Xiao Hei, there was also a big white dog next to the middle-aged man.
"Teacher? Is it a teacher?" Romon felt that he recognized who the other party was: "Is it Teacher Jiefa?"
Druid Jayfa came here a year ago to settle down. In a forest outside the town, Romon followed him to learn about druids. Of course, he usually didn't come in except for exchanging goods.
"Of course I'm a druid, Jefa North." The middle-aged man said lightly: "But it's not your teacher."
Romon was suddenly struck by lightning, covered with clothes, his body trembled faintly. The secret of his soul was discovered? No, never, he was not questioned even in the goddess' temple.
"My apprentice is only Vivian Mochurai." Behind the middle-aged man, a beautiful girl poked her head out and looked at Romon Druid Jayfa gently touched her hair.
"Then... what's wrong with Master Jiefa?" Although Romon is not the same now, he is still in a bad mood when the other party says this.
"I saw a fire here. I was afraid of causing a forest fire, so I rushed over!" said Jiefa.
"Firelight? Is it the bonfire that I and my two friends camped in the wild?" Romon was confused and looked at the druid: "There is no way, I have to light the bonfire to drive away the beasts..."
He waved his arms and explained to Master Druid, his voice becoming more and more excited, and his heart was intertwined with the protection of nature and the use of nature, and these two thoughts were in a mess.
"Besides, my companions are by my side!" Romon explained: "They will not let it burn the forest when they look at the bonfire."
He was about to say this, but the next sentence choked in his throat.
Romon felt that Druid Jayfa's face gradually blurred before his eyes, and finally turned into Mr. Richard's tough face after vicissitudes.
"Yes, your companion is by your side." Mr. Richard held the hilt of the long sword hanging around his waist.
Romon looked around and not only Druid Jayfa became a warrior Richard, but also the surroundings also changed from the woods outside to the school martial arts field in the town.
The girl who had just poked her head out from behind the druid was gone, and Richard had only his long sword around his waist.
"Our companion is right next to us!" Richard slowly pulled out his sword from his waist, and pointed it at Romon with his sword, "What's more reliable than it."
"Partner?" Romon also drew his sword in his hand and stared at his dagger. "This is my partner whom I deserve to rely on." Then, he suddenly felt that the current situation was so strange, and his emotions suddenly became louder, "But my partner is not only my sword, but also Fafell and Nick!"
"Your partner Nick was seriously injured and might die in a blink of an eye." Richard said slowly, "You and them will die in the first adventure." Richard hesitated for a moment: "Well, maybe you didn't die completely, but you lost the ability to take care of yourself."
He shook his head slowly: "But what's the difference?"
He looked into Romon's eyes: "You said, will anyone still be willing to follow you in the wild and even your companion, Fafell, will he still be with you? Even if he is still with you, when will he die?"
"Dear Mr. Richard!" Romon heard it and felt excited: "You are an excellent warrior. Can't you believe in someone who fights side by side with you?"
"I believe, but they are all dead." Richard said lightly, "There are so many brothers I have died in the battle for thirty-five years!"
He rarely showed a sad expression: "The only sword that can always be with me is left."
After all, Romon was unconscious and did not realize the unreasonableness. Of course, if this unreasonableness was noticed by him, it would not have appeared in his dream.
"No, I won't be like this," Romon snarled, "I convinced them to come out, so I will help them with my sword."
"Really?" Richard waved his sword casually. His skillful sword technique soon stabbed Romon to the ground.
Richard looked down at Romon who was lying on the ground with a cold look, and he said, "Get up!"
Romon got up, then was stabbed, got up, got stabbed, got up, got stabbed, got stabbed, got stuck, and got stuck. This happened countless times.
"Get up!" Romon heard this again, but his body seemed to be out of touch with his soul. After struggling for several times, he could only tremble slightly, as if he was pressed by a thousand-pound sled hammer.
"Get up! The enemy attack!!!" Romon suddenly woke up.
It turned out to be a dream. Romon felt his head be a little dizzy. He was about to take a breath, but his eyes suddenly opened, and his aim was a spear.
The spear pierced the tent of the three people and tugged in the soil! The faint light at night illuminated the surroundings.
"Someone attacked!" Romon's heart tightened and he hurriedly touched the sword beside him.
Romon jumped up with his hand, and his dexterous body suddenly jumped out of the tent, then rolled on the spot, then he turned over.
"Many goblins!" Under the bonfire, Romon was too lazy to pat the dust on his body. His eyes narrowed, trying to see clearly in the darkness, and his eyes quickly swept to the left and right.
Fafell held the pot lid for cooking soup in one hand as a shield, grabbed it with the other hand, pulled up a spear from the ground, and held it in his hand. "We are being targeted!" He said, roughly checking the spear in his hand, "Hmm? The spearhead is not damaged?" He originally planned to use this as a wooden stick.
The spear throwing brought by the goblins is obviously not a good product.
Generally speaking, to prevent the enemy from throwing back with the spear, a piece of cork should be used at the interface between the metal spearhead and the long wooden pole of the spear.
In this way, after being hit by a throw, the spear cannot be used directly. And if it is not designed like this, wouldn’t it be a gift to the enemy with weapons?
"One, two, three..." Romon quickly counted the number of each other with the light of the bonfire and the celestial bodies.
But before he finished counting, Romon's ears moved.
"Romon! This side! Back to back." He heard Nick's voice coming from behind. He hurriedly took a few steps back and then collided with the other two spines.
Romon felt a chill flowing all over his body, and his thinking, which had just woken up from his nightmare but was not fully awake, became clear, and his faint tiredness was immediately eliminated.
After being surrounded by the other party, you must respond calmly. If you cannot adopt the correct strategy, you will be vulnerable to all-round attacks from all directions. Ordinary humans can only resist attacks from one direction at the same time.
As for the long-standing masters, they can seek opportunities to break through the siege by consuming a lot of physical strength and generating extremely high movement speed.
Just as Romon, who had just woken up, was looking at the situation, Fafeer extended his spear diagonally and inserted it into the bonfire, and pulled out forcefully. Several pieces of burning firewood were immediately thrown outwards.
"Break through here!" Fafell roared, then exerted force under his feet and broke through first.
Then Romon and Nick immediately felt that there was no one behind them. The two hesitated for a moment, took awkward steps, and moved closer to Fafell.
Then several spears were inserted heavily into the place where the three of them had just stood.
Many creatures are afraid of fire, and goblins are obviously no exception. When goblins in that direction see the firewood flying in, they immediately become a mess.
Romon and Nick both caught a goblin as a meat shield.
The three of them fought and left, and soon broke through the defense circle, but they didn't think about it and immediately returned. They ran away in a mess, and then stopped.
"Rubichi! Rubichi!" The goblins behind the three of them chased after them for a while, and were killed a few more, but they didn't chase them. They just shouted vocabulary that was meaningless, as if celebrating victory.
"What should we do?" Nick threw the almost dead goblin on the ground, leaning against the trees beside him, gasping for breath. His single clothes were cut into pieces and some scars were hung. "Just run forward and back to town?"
Romon stabbed him with a sword, and the goblin let out a sharp scream, then crossed the sword in front of him, wiping the one in his hand. He looked up at the position of the stars, "Wrong!" He pointed at the direction he was traveling, "Then is the way back to the town."
"Ah, why go here?" Nick coughed and turned his head to Fafell with a strange look.
"I just didn't care about so much! You can't stop and get beaten up." Fafeer spread his hands, "At worst, I can just go around."
"Why go around a long way? Why not just turn around and kill me?" Romon smiled, "I fell asleep just now and didn't have much preparation, so I was caught off guard."
"That's right, Romon and I fell asleep just now." Nick was immediately angry when he thought of the strategic shift just now, "Why should we be afraid of them?" He became more and more angry. "Those goblins are not as tall as a fifteen-year-old boy."
"My short bow was also thrown there. It was given to me by someone else. It is very important to me, and I have to get it back." Fafer glowed the small shield on his left hand. This wooden shield was originally used as a pot lid. "The other party also has weapons, and each of us must have a shield."
Romon reached into his arms, took out some hemp rope from his pocket, tied the goblin's corpse to his arms neatly, made a veritable flesh shield, weighed it, and smiled: "You can still use it just for use."
"Good, good idea!" Nick took a piece of rope and tied it up. He shook his arms, but felt that the drooping head and four small arms on the goblin's corpse were a bit in trouble, so he planned to use a sword to cut it down, leaving only a torso as a shield.
Romon hesitated, but then he thought, there were more or less blood on the three of them, so he was not afraid of adding this little bloody smell, which would attract the attack of carnivorous beasts.
Romon also modified the flesh shield as Nick looked, and asked Fafell, "How many of them are there?" The three of them chatted for a long time, and naturally they knew that Fafell was just vigil.
Fafell felt it was a bit scary to use a meat shield like this, but he didn't say anything about it.
Chapter completed!