Chapter 260: Self-guided

The attacker was a tiger man wearing a black cloak. It was tall. Even if he covered most of his body with the cloak, he could still see the muscular and strong lines from the outline.
If Gerold is a player, you can see from the opponent ’s head that the
Tiger Warrior of the Ancient Empire
is different from other Tigers. It ’s actually a b!
But even if he's not a player, Gerald knows his opponent's strength and knows that he is probably not a tiger opponent.
After all, although the aesthetics of Magne ’s armor are strange, the fighter's ability and sturdiness have impressed Gerold, and it is quite guaranteed that hyenas who have been hammered into mosaics along the way can prove this.
However, the horrible Magne did not even have symbolic resistance, and was immediately killed by the opponent. The armor was also directly torn off by the enemy. Even if the break was a weak neck, the enemy could be seen. How much strength.
Even so, Gerald rushed forward without hesitation.
He couldn't tell how he felt in his heart, why did he face such a powerful enemy so stubbornly: Maybe he felt guilty that he had failed to protect his guard, or he had witnessed Magne as a friend The anger of a friend's death may even be simply a fear of hysteria caused by overdoing it.
In the face of strong enemies, there is still no courage to courage to face difficulties, no matter how savage he is, no matter how dangerous his actions are, at least his actions have improved many players 'views on him, no longer just' The yellow name neutral unit mingled in the player group was so simple.
Of course, anger can't bring about improvement in strength. Gerald can only be regarded as incompetent anger. His blade was easily blocked by the other side, and the craftsmen of Lancaster Blacksmith's Shop declared "use top It was made by Yugang, and it was only made in three hundred years. We are not the forged stone of the sword. It is just that the porter of nature took Gerold's thirteen thousand rien's sword and it was folded by the opponent's backhand. Two paragraphs.
Looking at the fierce face of the tiger man in front of him, Gerald felt that he must be finished.
Just as the casserole fist of the fierce tiger warrior of the ancient empire was about to hit Gerold, a large book with a metal sheath tied to a chain never flew over the maggot, entangled with flexibility. Gerald, pulled him backwards to avoid the mighty punch of the fierce tiger fighters of the ancient empire.
Just as Gerald thought he had escaped from his death, the fierce tiger warrior of the ancient empire suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a crimson ray of breath.
That should be some kind of spell-like ability. Naturally, the power of breath does not need to be said, but its speed is also quite fast. In a moment, Gerald will be blasted into debris.
At this instant, a figure fell from the sky.
Gerold recognized the boy in his mage costume, who was about the same age as him, and his opponent was called Dehua. He was one of the leaders of these believers who claimed to be 'players' like Magne.
The opponent stood in front of Gerold, dancing the joy of fire in his hand, activating an effect similar to a spell shield, and taking the breath of the fierce tiger of the ancient empire out of nowhere.
"Thank you so much ..."
Gerald, who was in dire sorrow, came back to himself, trying to break the chain and thanking the person who saved his life. As a result, he found that the book was dancing like a meteor. Actually, she is a twelve-year-old girl who looks quiet and quiet.
"Thank you, Uncle Magne had previously told us that if something happened (and didn't have time to resurrect), we should take good care of you."
Said the mage named Edward aloud.
Gerald fell to his knees and looked at each other with a stunned expression on his face.
"Did he ... ever say that?"
Obviously he was Mr. Magne's escort, and until the end, he did not fulfill his responsibilities as a guard, watching the other person be killed by a savage, but even so, Mr. Margne specifically explained his Friends need to take good care of themselves.
With so many believers like him, he did not take special care to protect him, but himself ...
A different kind of emotion moved in Gerald's heart, and the one who swept with him was unable to protect the deep guilt and remorse of the other party.
When I thought of myself, I doubted Mr. Magne's intentions, and I felt that the other party just wanted to make himself a shield for him and play a role in protecting him on the cruel battlefield. The guilt in Gerald's heart deepened.
If you think about it now, although Mr. Magne did allow himself to protect him, but once he entered the battlefield, Mr. Magne has always been a soldier. Even if he was some of the hyenas he had defeated, he would help himself to make a final blow. Blood on your hands ...
What kind of spirit is this?
Since the age of five, Gerald has never cried again. He has been undergoing rigorous training every day. He is very clear that tears and crying have no effect, and only make the instructor more severe.
Although he was a little older, he also understood that the reason why the parents let the family instructors train themselves so strictly is also for his good. After all, their family is, in a sense, a companion to the main line of Lancaster.
Tribes without value have no meaning. That's why he kept working so hard.
Gerald, who has been like that since childhood, has never felt that something is wrong ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Until now, he found himself crying unconsciously.
Edward saw Gerald crying on his knees, and suddenly felt that the other party might have misunderstood what he said.
After all, everyone else is a player, and it's no big deal to die. Who hasn't died two or three times?
Only Gerald was a pagan, and he really died after he died. The resurrection of the priesthood did not work for the pagans.
Coupled with the special status of Lancaster aristocracy, Gerold ca n’t explain to the people of Lancaster if he really dies in this kind of place. So the treatment will naturally be more special.
I just didn't expect that the other person understood it, kneeling down and covered her face and wept, she felt so regretful that she felt disappointed in the world, which made Edward feel a little guilty.
Just when Edward was going to explain the misunderstanding and let the other side not be so sad, the fierce tiger warrior of the ancient empire who had been amputated twice already snarled and rushed over.