[Andechs: lv53
Race: Human
Occupation: Royal Knight
Title: Defending the Country, Glory Knight, Leader Style,
Life: 930
Strength: 240
Defense: 287
Skills: Silver Light Slash, Sword Ringing, Sword Dance, Power of Glory,
Equipment: Fine Silver Armor, Fine Alloy Long Sword, Cloak
Overall: 1000]
Although the attributes are not bad.
But the overall strength is only slightly stronger than the level 40-something Lodel; he is a royal family, a disciple of the Sword Saint.
His skills are very ordinary, and he is just an ordinary leader of the Knights.
Lin Tian thought it was a strong enemy.
The strength of the others is also around 900.
And the upgraded second-generation big goblins, each of them is around 700.
Being surrounded by them makes it very powerful to hold on for three minutes.
At present, Lin Tian's strength is already 1500, and he has perfectly mastered the use of the elemental crossbow and the skill of taking without a knife.
It soared very quickly.
"Humph, you're counting on this bunch of rubbish to save you? Lordel, it seems you're too naive."
Lin Tian couldn't help but laugh.
The Silver Blade captain bowed and sighed, "Indeed, we were too naive. After a brief contact, I realized that you are a very, very terrible opponent! If you leave it alone, it will be a disaster for the empire.
But fortunately, the Sword Saint will come to deal with you. She is the guardian sword of the empire and will kill you monsters!"
Several other members also said, "Yes, the Sword Saint will come to clean you up soon!"
"Are you still that guy's little fanboy?"
Lin Tian, a little funny, glanced at the remaining few people.
Pulling out the dagger at his waist.
The Silver Blade captain's heart tightened, "You, what are you going to do? Wait! Stop!"
"Swish!"
On the spot, Lin Tian bled a human.
"Sizzle!"
The moment the neck artery was broken, blood spurted out ten meters away!
Sigh at the magical pump of the heart!
"Ahhh, Captain, save me, I can't breathe..."
the human said painfully, and soon he lost blood and went into shock.
Lin Tian called another top-level goblin, also a goblin assassin, and asked him to eat the man's flesh and blood to upgrade as soon as possible.
After eating it all, he reached level 48.
There are still two levels to go.
Lin Tian continued to kill two more people, killing chickens and dogs.
Unfortunately, he didn't even level up.
The demand for experience is increasing. To evolve into a large species, he is estimated to have to devour seven or eight levels of 40 or 50.
As long as the goblin has enough qualifications, the evolution level is 30, 50, 70, 90, and 100.
But there are also examples of failed evolution.
Seeing the members die one after another, the gap between Captain Silver Blade and Lordel is obvious.
Very calm, without yelling.
After all, he has been to the empire's battlefield and is used to life and death.
He said lightly, "What a pity, Master Sword Saint, they didn't last until you came to rescue them."
Reality is different from games and animations.
If you fall into the hands of the enemy, you will most likely die. Hope is just wishful thinking.
This is the cruel reality.
Lin Tian also admired the Silver Blade Captain and gave him a hearty "Goodbye."
Then, he was eaten by the goblin.
Now that resources can be concentrated, it would be best to cultivate new hero species.
The creatures in the Monster Forest were killed cleanly, and there was no source of experience.
This is Lin Tian's biggest headache at the moment.
"Beast, I won't forgive you! I will not forgive you!"
Lodel was completely crazy now, barking like a mad dog.
Lin Tian's ears were almost callused, so he knocked him out directly.
Then, he rode on the wyvern and prepared to go to Guangming Town to check the situation. If the Sword Saint came, the situation would be dangerous.
,,,
It was just dawn, and Guangming Town was already busy.
The members of the Warcry Group were chatting and laughing in the tavern. They had not slept all night because they had to guard against the dragons' sneak attacks. They even had to have a glass of whiskey to refresh themselves in the morning. This was consistent with the wild and bold members of the Warcry Group.
"Those guys are too useless, aren't they? They have been gone for many days and haven't even dealt with a few goblins, hahaha!" The leader of the Warcry Group laughed.
As he spoke, he clinked glasses.
At this time.
A strange gust of wind blew towards the Bright Town and came over the town.
"Pah!"
Suddenly, the spearman fell from the gust of wind, covered in blood, with a broken leg and several broken bones.
The passers-by in the town were shocked.
They even thought that it was a monster invasion and fled in fear.
The spearman tried hard to stay awake, crawling forward even with broken bones, with no intention of stopping.
In the end, he fainted from weakness.
From a distance, the Sword Saint found him, leaped a few steps to the middle of the town, and came to his feet.
He took him to the tavern.
"Master Sword Master, why are you here? Would you like a drink?"
The War Cry leader stood up quickly, and his expression changed drastically when he saw the spearman in his hand!
Everyone rushed over to check.
The healer immediately used his skills to start treatment. The
War Cry leader was a little unbelievable, "Aren't they going to deal with the goblins? How did it become like this!?"
Those who didn't know would have thought they would slay the dragon!
The Sword Master said, "I don't know either. I fainted when I saw him falling from the sky."
Not long after.
The spearman finally woke up, but he was still very weak.
Everyone asked with a serious expression, "What happened? Where are the others? How did you become like this?"
"Ahem, Master Sword Saint, you didn't sleep all night again? You've worked so hard."
The spearman coughed a few times, and blood and blood clots gushed out of his throat.
The Sword Saint quickly took out a bottle of advanced recovery potion, trying to treat his injuries.
But he refused, "My injuries are too serious, and it's useless. Master Sword Saint, go and save the captain and the others. A group of goblins captured them, and there were two heroic species! Dozens of large species, probably a super-large tribe.
In addition! Be careful; these goblins are very unusual, and the strength of each one is twice that of normal goblins! Ahem!"
He coughed a few more times.
The war cry captain frowned and said, "Super-large tribe? That doesn't make sense. Two heroic species and dozens of large species can't capture them, right?! They are just goblins!"
"Hey! Hey! Hold on!"
At this time, the spearman finally couldn't hold on any longer; his eyes rolled back, and he died miserably at dawn.
The Sword Saint looked at him and couldn't help but sigh, "After all, they are the Royal Knights. How could they be injured like this? Their broken legs, lungs, and bodies are covered with multiple sharp weapon wounds. It seems that those goblins have iron weapons."
"Damn it, the last orphan of the Wind Spear family died just like that!"
The War Cry leader said angrily, looking at the body of the spear man with great grief.
He never thought that the Silver Blade Knights would fall into the hands of a group of goblins!
A group of low-level monsters that he would never take seriously on weekdays. He was still chatting and laughing, but now he was slapped in the face!
The other members were also puzzled, "Even if there were two heroes and a group of big species, they would not end up like this. They didn't even have a chance to escape."
"Damn it! Let's go! Go and kill those damn low-level beasts!"
The War Cry leader was furious, so he swung the double-edged giant axe next to him and rushed out.
But the members stopped them. "Wait a minute, Captain. Didn't he say that? This group of goblins is unusual; we can't act rashly."
"Who cares? I'm going to chop off all the goblin's heads and stuff them into their butts!"
Captain Warcry gnashed his teeth and clenched his fists so hard that they cracked!
At this time, the Sword Master spoke up, "Calm down, calm down. If you leave, I won't be able to protect the residents from the invasion of two ancient dragons and a large group of flying dragons, and there may even be a sneak attack from the goblins."
"Then, Master Sword Master, are we just going to wait like this? The Silver Blade Group will be wiped out if it's too late!"
Captain Warcry was so angry that he sat there sulking.
It's not right to go, and it's not right not to go.
The Sword Saint was slightly embarrassed and could only say, "You guys hurry back to the royal city and bring more support. When the time comes, I will kill those goblins and dragons! You just need to guard the town of light."
"But, in this case, wouldn't the people of the Silver Blade Group be..."
Captain War Cry wanted to say something.
The members stopped him, "Do you think they are still alive? The miserable state of the person who came back can prove it."
The spearman didn't survive even when he escaped.
If he was captured, it is estimated that some goblins have digested it well and excreted the others.
Hearing this, Captain War Cry was almost calm, "Well, then, let's do it."
"For now, leave saving the Silver Blade Group to me."
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.
The person who came was the leader of the Death Knights, Kasimov.
The only survivor of the Battle of Death Canyon.
His strength is far higher than that of other leaders.
The Sword Saint looked at him and said, "Are you sure you want to go alone? Even a Knight Order failed."
"Back then, I survived against four Titan warriors alone in Death Canyon. Even if I couldn't deal with a group of goblins, they couldn't hurt me."
Kasimov said, taking off his black helmet.
Everyone was shocked when they saw his true face!
He had no hair, was covered with scars from burns, and his face was covered with knife marks. He looked like a monster. It was hard to imagine what kind of battle this monster had gone through to survive.
The War Cry leader laughed with relief, "Hahaha! I knew you wouldn't let me down! But you dare to speak nonsense in front of the Sword Saint. You are too arrogant!"
"Of course, I dare not compete with the Sword Saint, but it's still easy to deal with a scum like you."
Kasimov said disdainfully.
The angry War Cry leader wanted to rush over and punch him.
But he was stopped by the team members.
Then, Kasimov didn't waste any time; he got on his horse and rushed into the depths of the Demonic Forest.
Not far from Guangming Town, on a high mountain, Lin Tian was riding a wyvern and observing.
[Kasimov: lv60
Race: Human
Occupation: Desperate Knight (When alone, gain 30 attribute bonus buff)
Title: Desperate Survival, Kingdom Guardian, Glory Knight, Carrying a Mission...
Life: 800
Strength: 310
Defense: 303
Skills: Death Roar, Death Harvest, Knight's Glory...
Equipment: Black Iron Armor, Black Iron Long Sword, Black Cloak
Overall: 1300]
From a distance, Lin Tian understood, "Huh, this strength is not bad, but one person wants to destroy us. Isn't it too naive?"