Mystery Makes Me Strong

Dufferin was also a nuclear bomb survivor who was pulled into battle.

Unlike others, as a xenogeneic, he has experienced a lot.

He used to be a shallow believer of the Colossus. After the nuclear explosion, he also survived, and then came to the demon world through the portal.

He used to be an infatuated person, and now, he's just a free-spirited bum.

The old feelings seem to have vanished.

He actually had a way to escape the call, but he didn't. He had an inexplicable intuition that something would happen on the battlefield.

This intuition brought him to the battlefield.

Standing on the bridge of bones, there are people on the front, back, left and right, and the spear in his hand can't pierce at all.

Finally he picked up a bow and arrow from the hands of a hapless man who had fallen to the ground and began to roll out the skeletons.

Relying on the increase in physique brought by the alien species, although he could not use the power of the alien species, he still relied on the excellent basic physical fitness to aim at the eye sockets of the skeletons and kill them one by one.

His record quickly attracted the attention of the head of the regiment.

During a rotating break, he was promoted to captain.

Later, he was promoted to the elite captain.

"There is nothing to be afraid of with skeletons. Their strength is not as good as yours. Eye sockets are their weak points. If you stab with a spear and block with a shield, you can kill them!" He told everyone about his findings.

This discovery, coupled with the subsequent resurrection of the archangel, restored the morale of the crowd.

Although the skeleton frame is still not so easy to deal with, although the opponent's axe still hurts, but at least they will not be as messy and cowardly as they were at the beginning.

Order is gradually established.

Most people have experience and courage after a few resurrections.

Only a few people really can't hold on, just like they have been afraid of injections since childhood.

These people are naturally eliminated.

At first they were happy that they didn't have to go to battle.

Then when they learned about the welfare of the battlefield warriors, their eyes turned red.

"The elite team is up to Flynn, you can get five merit cards, each of which can be exchanged for 100 acres of land and six local farmers."

What is a local farmer?

That is far more than the existence of black slaves, not resisting, not yelling, diligent, and automatically donating gold coins every day.

It is comparable to the existence of robots, but it is more human than robots.

This is the nature of the world.

"Why didn't you talk about these benefits in the first place?" Someone found the sacrifice and asked regretfully.

Of course these people are shallow believers.

Sacrifices thought, "It's not nonsense, we didn't know it existed at first, it was all promulgated by gods.

But of course he would not say this, but said sincerely: "This is naturally God's test for you. Those who dedicate their hearts to God will not take advantage of it; but God will not forget his sacrifice after the event."

These people were suddenly cruel. It turned out that they were not religious enough, so they could not get any benefits.

Those who fight hard because of their piety, do not want to take advantage, but end up taking a big advantage.

With the rewards, the job of recruiting is getting smoother.

The battle is also getting fiercer.

Dufferin was finally killed.

He died under the blow of a skull dragon.

He had always been accustomed to facing the intensity of low-level units, and suddenly a bone dragon fell from the sky. He didn't react for a while, and was then thrown into the lake of blood by the opponent.

Boiling blood filled his eyes, like tears.

In the dimness, he seemed to see his former lover, Antti.

I don't know how many times I have dreamed, but I have never dreamed of the graceful figure of the other party.

Sure enough, human emotions are short-lived and fragile.

Really firm love, I'm afraid it doesn't exist at all.

He thought about it this way, and for some unknown time, he felt that the surroundings were boiling, and then it seemed to be picked up by something.

Then there was light in front of him.

"Are you all right, child?" said a kindly old angel.

With his white beard, white hair, and white wings, he looks like a snowman.

"Uh, I thought the angels were all young." Dufferin was still in the mood to joke.

"Oh, an angel who is too young can easily make people nervous." The old angel said gently without being annoyed at all.

makes sense.

Dufferin nodded, then looked around, there was hard lava beneath him, and he felt a little hot.

Not far away were stone walls and watchtowers, on which ballistas and archers were vigilantly guarding the fort.

It gave him a sense of security.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Am I being resurrected?"

"Yes, you can rest for three hours before going to the battlefield." The old angel smiled and left his side.

Dufferin saw that the stone ground not far away was covered in blood.

Was it that way before?

He barely stood up and pressed against his chest, then he was horrified.

Alien gone?

impossible!

This is impossible!

It must have been lost somewhere in the body!

In the heart, in the waist, or in the ****?

He searched every organ in his body, and if he didn't, he didn't.

This white man looked anxious. He never imagined that after dying in the lake of blood, after resurrection, the alien species would disappear!

Hide if you knew it earlier, you shouldn't fight.

Did he fall into the lake?

He thought of the mysterious and unpredictable blood lake, and an impulse made him get up and came to the door. He wanted to rush out of the camp and immediately went to the lake to find it.

But the soldier at the door stopped him and handed him a dusty seed as if nothing had happened:

"Is this what you lost? The commander asked me to return it to you."

"Ah, it's mine, it's mine!" Dufferin took it with a long sigh of relief.

"Well, please take it well, don't worry about losing it, God's eyes are shining on the entire battlefield." The soldier said seriously.

"Yes, praise God."

Dufferin stuffed the seeds into his stomach, completely relieved, and then walked out of the camp.

Exotics don't get lost.

Then there is nothing to worry about.

At this moment, an inexplicable thought appeared in my mind:

Is it the former love that matters, or the unremarkable seed?

He couldn't give an answer for a while.

Once upon a time, he could give his life to save his beloved, and his life was obviously more important than the seed.

After all, no matter how powerful the seed is, without life, everything is lost.

Seed "life" love, this should be a matter of course logic, elementary school students can calculate it.

But at this time ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ he could not answer this thought.

At this moment, someone in the distance suddenly shouted: "Strange, the water in this blood lake seems to be a little clearer."

"Is it your hallucination? Old Tom." Someone laughed.

"Impossible, I just saw a fish swimming in it."

"You fisherman, do you dare to catch and eat the fish here?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Two slightly strange words rang in Dufferin's ears.

He was a little confused, and felt that it might have something to do with him.

At this time, several soldiers came to him.

"Captain, come quickly, we are going to form a new team."

"Okay, I'll go right away."