"Warning: Excessive blood loss, life is in danger——"
"Warning: Decreased cardiopulmonary function, life is in danger——"
When Sophie woke up, the high-frequency warning sound from the previous tragic battle seemed to be echoing in her mind. The sound was like a file filing back and forth in your brain, giving you a splitting headache.
By the way, he remembered that he should be in the game with his comrades from the "Force of God" in the mountains of Orkash to resist Madara's undead army. The leaden sky was howling with cold wind, and there were countless darkness.
Creatures poured down from the dagger-like steep peaks, boundless, like a black tide. Tens of thousands of skeleton armies, corpse witches hidden in the sea of bones, and bone dragons and cold spirits hovering in the sky.
ghost……
Being attacked from both sides, they were doomed.
His first reaction was to curse in his heart, those bastards of Thorny Fire, they were incompetent and yet they were dragging down their friendly forces, so they allowed the enemy to go around behind them, it was so fucking unreasonable!
Then he decided to check his status. It was a surprise that he didn't die. You must know that Madara's army never left anyone alive. But he frowned again. This injury was too outrageous - no
But he suffered fatal injuries to his heart and abdomen, and was also poisoned by rotting corpse poison.
Wait, wight poison?
Haven't I already completed the task of perfecting my body? How could the body of the Silver clan be corroded by these low-level darkness? Bug? Officially, what are you doing?
He didn't have much time to question this. The young man coughed weakly and barely managed to sit up from the dusty floor - he realized that the dark erosion was still a small matter, and he could just find a priest to dispel it. And with his own
If he doesn't stop the bleeding quickly, he may die of weakness. Although he is not a top player, he is at least a veteran. He can get a rough idea of these situations with just a few checks.
Sophie groaned and casually pushed aside the half-remaining skeleton that was pressing down on him. In his eyes, these low-level soldiers of Madara were as non-existent as air - after all, this was all the Second Age.
Forty-four years later, Madara is still summoning these low-level cannon fodder, which has no effect except wasting soul energy. As expected, the brains of the undead wizards in Ocato have been completely corroded by negative energy.
I don't know how to adapt.
He still wanted to complain, but then he found that it was difficult for him to push the skeleton away. Sure enough, the punishment in the weak state was not enough. Normally, he could easily push away a bone dragon.
Sophie remembered the last time she was in a state of near-death weakness. It was almost a few months ago. The combat effectiveness of God's Martial Arts was not just a boast. This time, it was not for the incompetent people of Thorny Fire and his record of immortality.
It is estimated that it will continue to remain so.
Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but feel gloomy again. The power of the Holy Church was completely defeated. It is estimated that the forum was bustling again at this time.
While he was thinking about these trivial things, he touched his backpack with his backhand - but it was empty. Sophie was stunned for a moment, and then cursed.
"These bandits from Madara!"
Despite the scolding, he still had to find a way to stop the bleeding. At this time, it would be best if there was a healing potion, but if it didn't work, a bandage would be fine. There should be no shortage of these things on the battlefield. Generally, no one would bother with the backpacks of cannon fodder.
There were a lot of healing potions and bandages inside, especially bandages. Before the war started, he had seen a rookie carrying a bag full of bandages.
What a joke, do you think you won’t die if you wear more bandages?
He subconsciously prepared to get up, but when he turned over, he was stunned - wait, is this still the mountainous area of Orkash?
He should have seen such a scene: desolate grass, exposed white rocks intertwined on the steep hillside, corpses strewn in the fields, ravens flying over the silent battlefield, and Grace's broken Great Cross of Light flag flying on the top of the mountain.
, however, the imagined scene did not reappear in the eyes of young people -
There is no north wind that screams all night long in the Olkhash Mountains, nor is there the silent silence that walks like a ghost in the shadows of the mountains. There is not even a bone-chilling cold that can freeze the air with a layer of dry powder.
All of this seemed like an illusion. When the illusion was shattered, he suddenly found himself lying on the floor of a quiet, dilapidated and old house. The floor was made of smooth wooden boards, with a piece of wood on it.
The eye-catching red blood stains on the beach...
He couldn't help but froze for a moment, and subconsciously touched his chest. But a stab of pain interrupted his movements, and the young man screamed and bared his teeth. The wound was his, and the blood was also his...
But what kind of place is this? He is vaguely familiar with the style of this house. Below the first floor is the main hall, and the corridor on the second floor leads to various rooms. The guest room, kitchen and storage room are on the lower floor. By the way, this is
The architectural style of Eruin is southern, and it is not a room that ordinary civilians can afford to live in. Although it is a bit older, it can be determined that the original owner of this room must have some status.
To the south of Eruin, Sophie couldn't help but feel in a trance.
How long ago was that memory? The mountains of Yusong and the sound of bagpipes in the border town of Butchi were as melodious as a dream in the past. But now, isn’t that Madara’s territory? In his memory,
Zhong Eruin was destroyed a long time ago, yes, in the third Black Rose War.
"Why am I here!"
"etc……"
"Butchi...Butchi." Sophie recited the place name repeatedly.
By the way, he remembered.
His name is Brando, and he was born in Prague. He has half of the blood of Caldera, half of which comes from his mother, but he does not appear noble because of this noble blood.
Because his father was just a civilian, and although his grandfather's generation had participated in the November War and received the Order of Candlelight, in the final analysis they were just a family of knights with a glorious past.
wrong!
Sophie suddenly felt alarmed, what kind of mess is this. No, no, he is Sophie, a citizen of the People's Republic of China.
But a voice in his head immediately told him -
"You are Sophie and Brando."
Suddenly, a cold fear crawled up Sophie's back. He held his breath and suddenly found that there seemed to be something more in his memory. It was the memory of the young man named Brando, flooding into him like a tide.
Thoughts, or an uninvited stranger, suddenly broke in.
——Sophie's breathing became rapid, and her pupils dilated in circles. He immediately remembered the desperate and heart-stopping sword, and the terrifying white bones.
He struggled to get rid of this terrible scene, but as the memory became more abundant, he became exhausted. His brain throbbed and his forehead was dripping with sweat.
Ha, he suddenly remembered how he got here - it was indeed a good battle, a fierce battle between Grace and Madara of the Knights of the Church. They were attacked from both sides and faced with a desperate situation. He remembered his
The character died at the hands of a corpse witch.
After the brilliant green light of the disintegration ray, the world fell into darkness...
That is the setting of the game. Death should last for twelve hours, but can anyone explain to him why a normal death in the game would lead him here?
this world--
He was so confused that if there was one word that could describe the only idea behind his chaotic thoughts, it would be - ridiculous.
absurd!
He already understood what a ridiculous thing happened to him, and he traveled through time!
The soul traveled to this world and belonged to a dead man named Brando!
No, it should be said that they are integrated into one body.
Sophie clenched her hands tightly on the floor, her knuckles were numb. He looked at his hands, which were a little slender, and his skin was pale and sickly. Although he was prepared, he couldn't help but be frightened.
Suddenly, I realized that I am a citizen of the People's Republic of China, Han nationality, and Mongoloid. My skin should be a healthy light yellow, but maybe the character in the game is adjusted, and it can never be like this.
His heart was pounding, and he was confused. He could be said to have all the memories of the original owner of this body in his short nineteen years of life. But on the other hand, he had no idea what he was facing.
Know.
Perhaps from a soul perspective, he could feel all the thoughts of the young man named Brando——
Ideals, obsessions; what he loves, what he hates.
It's like being reborn and completing nineteen years of mental journey. Everything about the other person is everything about you, as if they were originally one, but the two long dreams are intertwined, which still makes people feel a little overwhelmed.
"I'm Sophie."
"But it's also Brando."
A sense of fatigue welled up from the deepest part of Sophie's heart and spread throughout his body in an instant. He finally let out a long breath and finally calmed down a little bit.
Forget it, now that it's here, let's make peace with it.
Sophie couldn't help but shook her head and looked at her hands: "But with this little strength, I still have the nerve to claim to be the best in swordsmanship..." He thought of Brando and couldn't help laughing at himself, but unexpectedly
I felt a little bit relaxed, or I had no worries after leaving that world.
However, a bolt of lightning pierced the darkness, and Sophie suddenly felt that this might not be another opportunity given to him by God. Once this idea was ignited, it spread uncontrollably in his heart.
Because he remembered one more thing——
It's not wrong, Eruin. It is a country that has perished in the game, and the year of flowers and summer leaves in Brando's memory was in the 375th year of the First Era, and in the game
History has been written to: the forty-fourth year of the Second Era! Just like a person who suddenly finds himself a prophet of foresight, a terrible tremor cannot help but pass through Sophie's body.
Yes.
Here, no one is more familiar with everything that is happening and will happen in this world than him.
In his last life, he did nothing and hid in games to escape reality. But what should he do in this life to be worthy of his second life?
Sophie couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
This is the year of flowers and summer leaves, the year when the first Black Rose War began. In this war, Eruin was defeated miserably, but it also embarked on the road to recovery.
He happened to be a personal experiencer of this war. He remembered that it was the first time he came into contact with the game world. The first country he chose happened to be Eruin. He was an out-and-out novice.
He grew up in such a war.
The war began with the one-sided defeat of Eruyin. It was not until the arrival of the Buggs Mountain Corps that the situation gradually improved. Sophie had a very deep memory of that tragic war. He once acted with the local guard.
, but not one out of ten survived.
He is just an ordinary person, no matter in the previous life or in this life. What does Brando's swordsmanship mean? Madara's raid at the beginning of this war was as classic as a textbook, fast, ruthless, and silent. When this ancient
By the time the kingdom reacted, the garrison in this area had already suffered a devastating disaster.
It was on this day that Brando must have encountered the scouts of Madara's army. Sophie suddenly felt a chill rising from her back. Only by surviving can she show her ambition.
He understood that he had to save himself. First, he had to find tools to stop the bleeding. The young man struggled to hold on to the handrail on the suspended side of the corridor and stood up. Then he saw clearly the structure of the room. It was just as he imagined. South Eruin
The architectural style is so familiar to him - because he spent some of his most unforgettable time here.
"Eruin, I'm back again -" Sophie couldn't help but read softly.
