Nightmare’s Call

"These two places..." Lin Sheng didn't think he could be so powerful that he was fearless.

Generally speaking, terrain such as squares is a place that easily attracts a large number of monsters.

And the Heiyu City Hall? This is the most important place in a city, who would believe that there are no high-level people?

"You can't go in these two directions." Lin Sheng cut off these two directions decisively, and then looked at the other three directions.

The three direction signs have all been scrapped, with only a little residual color, and the handwriting cannot be recognized at all.

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Lin Sheng stood at the gate of the city and hesitated for a while.

"Forget it, let's brush up the rotten swordsmen in the wild first."

He felt that he was still too weak. Since killing the rotten swordsman could obtain residual memory, as long as he killed more and obtained more memory of the opponent's martial arts, he might be able to get more clues.

"It's better than running around like a headless chicken."

After making up his mind, Lin Sheng turned around and walked out decisively.

He is still too weak now, let's kill more rotten swordsmen on the side first, and then strengthen himself.

Exit through the previous doorway.

Lin Sheng began to search slowly around the city wall, and soon came across a rotten swordsman behind the fence on the right side of the city.

This rotten swordsman is much weaker than the previous two.

Lin Sheng just fought a few tricks, and he solved it easily, and got a little memory fragment.

But what makes him regret is that this guy is just a soldier who originally defended the city, and he knows nothing except a few basic sword moves.

On the other hand, I got some information about the terrain branch of Heiyu City.

Although there is no way to strengthen swordsmanship, other information is also needed by Lin Sheng.

He continued to search, and soon found two rotten swordsmen near the city gate.

One was easily resolved, and the other fought back before dying, scratching his arm.

"Damn it, I was accidentally injured!"

Lin Sheng hid in the corner of the city wall according to someone's method in his messy memory, stuffed a corner of his pajamas into his mouth, and tore it off vigorously.

Chi.

The clothes were not torn, and slipped out of his mouth. Lin Sheng felt his gums hurt badly.

"TV dramas are all lies!" He pressed his hand on the wound angrily. But as time went on, more and more blood flowed.

A palm-length wound, if there is no way to stop the bleeding, is tantamount to a fatal wound.

He had no choice but to take off his coat completely, and bandaged the artery above the wound.

The pressure brought by the tight binding of the clothes gradually reduced the blood flow from the wound.

But Lin Sheng also felt depressed at this moment, as if he was about to wake up at any moment.

"It seems that exhausting actions such as injury and fatigue will also reduce the time I stay in the dream."

He had some judgment in his mind.

Soon, an inexplicable feeling came to my heart.

Lin Sheng slowly closed his eyes, and his consciousness fell into a haze.

Not long after, he opened his eyes again and returned to his bedroom.

Drip, drop, drop.

The alarm clock on the side kept ringing.

Lin Sheng let out a breath, reached out and pressed the alarm clock, and checked the time by the way.

It was already past six in the morning.

He just absorbed a lot of memories, and he felt his head swell.

It's getting late, and it's too late to tidy up. He hurriedly washed at home, changed into his school uniform, and then rushed out quickly to get on the bus to Hui'an High School.

Last night, he absorbed the memories of three rotten swordsmen in a row. In addition to the garbage information, the topographic map of Heiyu City also seemed to be full in Lin Sheng's mind.

After all, they are all guards guarding the gate, which takes advantage of the terrain.

In addition, Lin Sheng was a little speechless.

Many of the guards guarding the city gate conflicted with each other in memory.

For example, what if the sword is hooked by the opponent's soft weapon?

Lin Sheng could find three solutions in his mind. These methods are fine in themselves, but they are too complicated. Even the two are contradictory.

The influx of memories in a short period of time made Lin Sheng dizzy all morning.

After a quick meal at noon, I lay down in the classroom for a while.

The first class in the afternoon happened to be the teacher's math test again.

Lin Sheng filled the entire test paper in a daze, and he didn't even know when to hand it in.

God knows how many points you can score in this intuitive test.

Fortunately, this state lasted until after eight o'clock in the evening, and finally returned to normal.

After Lin Sheng recovered, the first thing he had to do was to find out the location of the small temple.

He hunted rotten swordsmen continuously and completed the map of Black Feather City for two purposes.

One, find the small temple and see if there is a way to get access to extraordinary knowledge.

Second, find LS Bell and see if you can get a protective equipment.

"According to Ravel's memory, LS Bell and the Warren Temple should both be in Black Feather City."

After thinking about it, Lin Sheng carefully sorted out the path nodes needed to go to these two places in his mind.

"The most effective way to deal with getting lost is to look for landmarks as nodes. According to memory, this place, this place, here, here... all have a dark red clock tower."

Lin Sheng used his notes to write down the number of turns he had to make.

Soon, two paths to different places became clear.

"I'm sure. Then I will sort out the miscellaneous information"

The rare memory fragments of several people in a row are piled up together. If they are not sorted out, some key information may be forgotten, and the memory may become chaotic as time goes by.

Lin Sheng took a pen and wrote on a new page of the notebook: Martial Arts, Terrain, Extraordinary.

"Only look for the relevant content of these three points, and ignore the rest."

He sets the center of gravity.

Soon, from the memory of a bunch of soldiers defending the city, Lin Sheng found out another useful thing.

"Break limit law?"

"The key method to break through the limit from the second level and step into the third level of extraordinary?"

When Lin Sheng sorted out his memory, he was surprised to find out.

Although these soldiers guarding the city gate are low in status and weak in strength, their knowledge and experience are really not comparable to ordinary people.

They are well-informed, and even if they don't intend to, they can know a lot of gossip around them every day.

People come and go, all kinds of rumors and rumors are scattered everywhere, and many of them have to pass through them.

Any important announcements posted in the city are posted here first. Because the gate of the city is the place with the largest flow of people.

The hawkers who come in and out are subject to their interrogation. Beggars and refugees, they are responsible for driving them away. They are also the easiest to know about any big movements in the city.

From the memory of a guard named Yi De, Lin Sheng dug up the content about breaking the limit.

Yi De was different from other soldiers, he was the one who hurt Lin Sheng at the end.

He was originally a disabled veteran who retired from the battlefield. When he was healthy before, he also had the potential to be exposed to the training of warriors.

That period of time was the proudest moment he has always been proud of, so he has been obsessed with it for many years and kept repeating the memory.

In the end, it was convenient for Lin Sheng to understand this information.

Soon, he dug out some details about the fighter level from Yi De's long-term memory.

"First-level fighters only need to specialize in one weapon, be proficient in offense and defense, and practice a few times in actual combat. A batch can be trained in a year."

"Level 2 fighters, veterans among soldiers, wandering swordsmen with family-inherited martial arts, who can excel in one direction, who have been tempered and trained to the limit of the human body, may be rated as Level 2."

"Third-level fighters, people who break through the limit. In a certain aspect, they have a lethality that exceeds the limit of ordinary people. It is a realm that ordinary people cannot achieve by relying on exercise alone."

Then it's gone.

That's all the information Lin Sheng sorted out, but compared to the previous intermittent clips, it is much more comprehensive.

And the most important thing is that he also heard a name from these memories - twelfth-level shield warrior, commander of the Black Feather City Guard Army, Ostan Rein.

"Third-level is already beyond the limit, it's hard to imagine what the concept of a twelfth-level fighter is!!" Lin Sheng was shocked.