Chapter 4: Thirteen thousand seven hundred and seventy-six

When Fang Lin opened his eyes, he found that he was in a dilapidated, low room, and the torn slab walls were leaking wind around him, and the quilt covered with rough and tough cloth was covered with many patches. When Lin's fingers touched his surface, the information stored in his mind immediately determined that this was a very poor quality linen.
Through the roof of Qian Chuang's hundreds of holes, you can faintly see that it is night and stars, and there is a cold freshness in the air. And a few tattered wine barrels and hoop barrel boards discarded in the house at random, there is a saddle with a wooden frame, and behind the door is a wheel plough.
Wu Fanglin didn't get up in a hurry. After closing his eyes, he slowly connected everything in his head and combed it. The slightly musty smell of linen was fed from his nasal cavity to his sensory center. He suddenly opened his eyes, unbuttoned his shirt, and looked down.
On the part of the heart, a mysterious and evil ghost's head tattoos were more prominent. Compared with the tattoos on the chest of Wanqiang, Fang Lin noticed that the pattern of his eyes on his chest was particularly obvious. There are 13776 numbers on the tattoos. Fang Lin thought for a moment, wasn't that number the number of the million strong? In other words, once the numberer dies, even his code name will be used by others?
This cruel reality made Fang Lin feel cold, and his eyes suddenly fell on the thick and low wooden table next to it, where a roll of parchment paper was shining slightly.
"Task one, enter the world of the round table samurai, familiarize with its rules, and kill seven masked slaves and two epeemen near the village of War I in the first act, earning more than 300 points."
"Mission Two, stop team number 348 from killing the punishment knight Scoon."
"Task 3, order at least 4 members of team number 348 to die."
"Consequences of Inability to Complete Task: Erase."
Bian Fanglin took a deep breath. Not only did he have no fear, he also had a very abnormal deformed excitement in his heart. In such a bizarre encounter, the neuropathic pain that had tortured him for years has finally been cured without medicine!
After he watched it, the parchment was blasted into a flame and burned, but the content of it, Fang Lin could feel the tattoo on his chest ------- Nightmare It can be read at any time in the mark, and the questions in the heart can also be answered at any time.
Wu Fanglin thought about it for a while, and felt that the most important thing at present was to confirm one thing, and said silently in his heart:
"Show time for Team 348 to enter the Round Table Samurai."
In front of his eyes, a sudden red number appeared for 72 hours. There are seven minutes and thirty-one seconds before entering the world of the round table samurai. And there is a series of menus below the number, where Fang Lin's idea is immediately popped up:
"Scene: Round Table Samurai 1-1 scenes, Difficulty: Easy (level D). The pain is reduced by 70%, and the personal melee ability is enhanced by 100%. (The personal ability of the 348 team is enhanced by 10%). This scene is a peace scene: Killing characters from the nightmare space will not drop any items. Is the digital character information mode turned on? "
Fang Lin slowly pondered for a while, summarized the information obtained at this time, and summarized it: first of all, he still has three days to get familiar with this completely strange world, and secondly, the first of the tasks given on the scroll One is obviously the embodiment of this purpose.
Then he clicked the button of the digital character information, and immediately a column of things jumped out:
"No. 13776 Information: Strength 3 (5), Dexterity 4 (6), Physical Strength 4 (6), Mental Strength 13 (5). The average value of healthy adult men in their thirties is in brackets. Mental strength is less than 2 points After that, the character is in a coma, and his physical strength is less than 2 points, so he cannot move. Strength determines the damage ability and weight-bearing ability, while agility is the human's speed of action and reaction ability. Physical strength determines the resistance to abnormal conditions and the ability to withstand damage. , Spiritual power is wisdom, and willpower is manifested. "
Fang Lin made a comparison, and found that except for his mental strength (that is, wisdom and willpower), which is much higher than ordinary people, the rest do not have an advantage, especially the strength and agility related to combat injuries are much lower than normal. Underneath the prompt, there is a row of bright red slots, presumably this is the blood slot that indicates how much damage he can take. The blood tank is the physical value multiplied by 10.
Time was precious. He lifted up a dreadful short sword leaning against the bed, dressed in an old leather jacket hanging on the wall, and pushed the door open, but got a hint: there are two minutes and 17 seconds to enter the round table warrior world .
He stood quietly waiting, as soon as the time was up, as the door opened, Fang Lin's body suddenly burst into a heat flow, which instantly swept through his body, and it was quite heavy in his hand. The short sword also suddenly lightened. He thought about it a little, brought up his personal menu, and found that strength, agility, physical strength, and the three attributes that determine melee melee have become 6 points, 8 points, and 8 points, and they have doubled.
There is a wide field outside. With the starlight, you can find that the farmland of the farmers is not well taken care of, the pastures are full of various bushes, and there are almost no independent farms. There is a place on the north road still flashing light. It should be a quite town. Fang Lin hit a pot of water in the nearby stream. While washing, he found that he had an extra bottle of spray on his body. With the reminder of the Nightmare Mark, he sprayed something on his face, and realized that his appearance was soon changed to a European appearance. Fang Lin thought about it and headed for the town.
The town's buildings are often scattered on either side of a street, or surrounded by a green field-this architectural style was probably designed to prevent cattle breeding from being attacked by robbers and wolves.
The bedrooms of the residents are shared with the livestock raised by them-their house has only one room in total, there is no chimney, the roof is untouched thatched, and the walls are mud-coated strips or wood. Fang Lin discovered from the ruts on the road that this small town is still a nearby trade center, but how much trade is being done in the town is really questionable-but it is almost certainly very small. It should generally only be trading necessities such as salt, fish, and grain. But the accumulated wealth should be considerable.
－ － － － － － － － － This is also the direct reason that this beautiful town is about to suffer the battle of the evil Archbishop Gallipoli.
Wu Fanglin walked into the very bad bar in the town and threw a silver coin tentatively towards the bar. Then I ordered a glass of ale, and there was already a big man shouting:
"Roland, are you rich? Why don't you buy me a drink too?"
Wu Fanglin knew that his new identity was called Luo Lun. Looking at the big man, his hair was pale yellow, his head was round, his eyes were large and his eyes were thick, and his neck was thick and short. He kept a large goatee, looking very stout, and smiled:
"Okay, Marce."
Marce cheered, bumped the people next to him, asked for a full glass of apple cider and swept back like a wind, patted Fang Lin's shoulder and laughed:
"Roland, you are really interesting."
He took a few sips and exhaled comfortably:
"Did you encounter something? Looks frowning?"
When Fang Lin's heart moved, he immediately sighed and sighed:
"I heard very bad news. Our town is in big trouble. Do n’t you know what you know?"
Marce took another big sip of cider and patted the sturdy oak table in front of him, saying loudly:
"Is there trouble that Marcel's axe can't solve?"
"Maybe ... some." Fang Lin deliberately prolonged his voice and calmly said.
Uh ...............
In fact, Fang Lin has already analyzed on the way to the town. There should be three kinds of forces in the world that he is going to face in the past few days. Invading this beautiful town in the future, the second force is the three heroes in the plot, Lanslow (in blue with a machete), Pusio (axe) and Arthur (uncle), and team number 348, No. The three forces were the residents of the invaded town, and themselves were clearly divided into this camp.
From the fact that the dead Wan Qiang only found himself, he was able to make a request here. It should be quite unusual for him to be able to directly see the nightmare mark on him, and his own Existence should also be quite valuable here, so the first branch task after entering for the first time should not be very difficult, and it should only be a process of basic understanding of the survival mode here.
Therefore, the process of killing seven masked slaves and two epees and earning more than 300 points should be a helper who can rely on external forces. The latter two tasks are clearly targeted-it is estimated that they should be caused by their excessive mental strength. You know, killing with your brain is much simpler and easier than killing with power.
After hearing Fang Lin's answer, Marcey stood up angrily:
"Are you insulting Marce's power?"
"No." Fang Lin said faintly: "It is our town that is about to be insulted by the army of the evil archduke Gary Poti."
When this sentence was not spoken loudly, the noisy bar quieted down immediately, and Marcel's thick and fluffy huge arm trembled slightly, not because of fear, but anger, and he could see, Fang Lin's words , Brought back some bad memories of his past.
Marce gasped slightly, drank the cider in the glass, and smashed the glass heavily on the table. He squeaked in a rough voice:
"Where did you hear the news?"
Wu Fanglin stared at him:
"It doesn't matter where this news came from. What's important is, would you dare to confirm the truth with me?"
Marce was startled:
"They're here?"
"It's very likely," Fang Lin said, "But there should not be many people, and he is still waiting for the arrival of the punishment knight, Scoon."
Hearing the words punishment knight, Marce's face muscles twitched again, yelling loudly:
"Without exact news, you guy with a previous experience wants to talk nonsense again?"
Only then did the discussion begin in the tavern, an atmosphere of panic spread under the dim light of the tallow candle. Fang Lin frowned slightly, seemingly aware of something very important. He faced glaring Marce, trying to speak, and suddenly heard a young girl named Marina in the bar whispered softly:
"Marce."
Anxious as if a volcanic Marcel immediately sat down in a downcast, and put his thick elbow on the table! It seemed that even the room beam was shaking. Marina approached Fang Lin and said gently:
罗 "Roland, can't the army of the evil grandfather make a joke, do you have any solid evidence? I will go to the city tomorrow to get some goods. If your information is wrong, it is too late to apologize to everyone."
Wu Fanglin nodded, and already had some insights in his heart, and he no longer spoke. He smiled and carried out the worn short sword in his hand. Time is precious, he has already got the hint he wants, and naturally he should move on to the next step.
The air in medieval Europe was very fresh. Fang Lin realized the thrill of the double attribute of the world, and began to adapt to this new and powerful experience while traveling all the way ---------------------- Imagine that a person who could jump half a meter high could suddenly jump to a meter easily. This experience is certainly new and profound. For Fang Lin who is good at calculation, the current basic data of UU reading book www.uukanshu.com must be clear on his chest, such as how far a step can jump, a sword waved down, can cut multiple, these are Life and death are at stake in the fight. It can be said that there is no difference at all.
It is not difficult to find the army of the evil Grand Duke Galibodi, especially at night. Generally, there should be water in the camps of the troops, which is convenient for cooking and also serves as a barrier. The second is the fire. In the Middle Ages, it was n’t so strict at night that you did n’t even dare to have a fire, but in the end it was a distance. Since this task was arranged for him, you will certainly not let yourself run around.
So quickly, following the only river near the town, Fang Lin first traveled seven or eight kilometers upstream, then fell back and walked two kilometers downstream, already seeing the fire, and found a person who came to fetch water Mask slave.
穿着 He was wearing a pale blue-green coat with lilac sleeves, and his off-white trousers had become dirty and black, and the brown straw boots on his feet were deeply sunk in the soft mud by the river. Probably a slave's sake, this man's only protective gear was the iron helmet covering his face and the dagger hanging from his waist. He was struggling to carry a bucket of water in the river.
Fang Lin took a deep breath, and quietly touched the reeds behind him --- --- --- Don't forget, although Fang Lin is only a teenager, he has another identity, but he is still Serial killers wanted in the real world!
When the masked slave just got up and straightened up, he immediately hit a heavy blow on the back of his head. The straight-lined key attached to the hilt immediately stunned him on the spot. Before off this guy's neck, Fang Lin had removed all his clothes and replaced himself.