About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

Above the city wall, a man with long black hair and golden eyes was watching the fight between the two.

Although he could not hear any sound, he could still feel the thrill.

The swordsmanship of the two men was almost on par with each other. It must be said that the seventh king knight might be slightly better than the man in golden armor, but relatively speaking, the man in golden armor was stronger and faster than him, so the two fought so hard.

But there was one thing that was overwhelmingly different between the two.

The king knight was not afraid of death.

Since the two began fighting, he had been attacking with the highest intensity, not caring about his own safety at all, and was even beheaded by his opponent because of his fierce attack.

But he didn't care at all.

Even if his head was chopped off, it would grow back immediately in the next second, and even his attack movements could be maintained as before the beheading.

Obviously, the damage was fatal, but it didn't even have the effect of interrupting the attack. Just looking at this kind of opponent made the black-haired man standing on the city wall feel numb.

If the person fighting him now was himself...

As long as he imagined this, he would break out in a cold sweat.

And what's worse is that his dream has always been to kill this bastard with his own hands.

After all...

That guy is the culprit of the destruction of Dragon City.

Yes, this man is Mowente.

Since the ground city was broken, he went back to find Kalidora as soon as possible and rushed to the fortress with her at the fastest speed.

Having witnessed the destruction of Dragon City with his own eyes, he knew better than anyone how terrible the tyrant's army was. As early as when he entered the army of the ground city of Kaga Holy City to work, he knew that the city was no match for the tyrant's army.

At least, if the Seventh King Rider who had broken through Dragon City was there, it would be easy to break through the city.

But the Seventh King Rider did not come, but the Ninth King Rider came.

The masked woman was like a god descending from heaven, and in an instant she chopped the main force defending the city into pieces.

At that moment, Mowente knew that the city was over.

Before that, he had already done his investigation and preparation, and concluded that the best refuge nearby was this fortress.

He originally wanted to search for the whereabouts of other companions and escape together, but the woman expanded the victory too quickly after breaking the city.

Mo Wente did not know the exact location of other companions, and he did not have time to find them at that time.

Because he knew that Kalidora, who was active in the medical department, would definitely not pay attention to the situation outside, and once she started treatment, she would devote herself to it.

Mo Wente must find her.

When Mo Wente found her, the whole city had been completely invaded by the tyrant's soldiers. Mo Wente had no choice but to evacuate with Kalidora first.

Relying on his talent and speed, they successfully broke out of the encirclement and arrived at this fortress.

But who knew that before they could sit down, this fortress was also besieged by the tyrant's troops.

And the leader happened to be the Seventh King Knight.

The person who had a blood feud with them.

At that time, Mo Wente was also angry and almost drew his sword and rushed forward.

But when he subconsciously drew out the Dark Judge, the heavy feeling still pulled him back to reality.

Yes, how could he, who even the Dark Judge refused to admit, defeat the monster that once destroyed the entire Dragon City?

Later, after watching the battle between the man in golden armor and the Seventh King Rider, he understood the gap between himself and them even more deeply.

Now he is really far behind.

Helplessly, he could only swallow the hatred deeply and wait for the opportunity to escape to the next city.

After all, in his opinion, although this fortress is strong, it will not last long in the face of the tyrant's troops and will be destroyed.

However, the reality was far beyond his expectations.

The man in golden armor blocked the attack of the Seventh King Rider.

The two have fought nearly ten times, and the result of each time was that the man in golden armor forced the Seventh King Rider to retreat.

Although Mowente didn't understand why he always chose to retreat after fighting for a while, the battle between the two seemed to be evenly matched, but the man in golden armor always killed his opponent several times and finally forced him to retreat.

After some inquiries, Mowente knew who the man in golden armor was.

His name was Birkinsche, generally called Bill, and he was the strongest warrior of the Joka Empire.

The Joka Empire was one of the most powerful countries in the world.

It is said that thousands of years ago, this warrior named Birkinsche had been guarding this bridgehead for this country.

No one had ever seen his face, let alone his defeated appearance.

His superb swordsmanship and strong combat awareness made Mowente amazed.

The city was surrounded and could not leave, and there was such a powerful warrior here, Mowente couldn't help but feel a little itchy.

His swordsmanship had reached a bottleneck for a long time. If he could get some guidance, it would also indicate the direction of his future.

With this idea in mind, Mowente joined the army defending the city.

He thought that after joining the army, with his swordsmanship, it would not be too difficult for him to meet Bill.

However, things did not seem to go as smoothly as he thought...

"Hey! That guy over there! Stop being in a daze! Hurry up and bring the shells over here!"

An angry roar pulled Mowente back from his complicated thoughts.

I saw a veteran standing with half his body leaning out of the bubble building, punching him and yelling.

"Tsk," Mowente said helplessly, and immediately he could only respond loudly, "Here he comes!"

As he spoke, he moved the box containing the shells in his arms into the turret.

Yes, he is just a logistics soldier now.

To tell why...

Because of this level of fortress, they don't even bother to look at the adventurers and mercenaries. They only believe in the elite soldiers they have trained.

but.

Except for medical practitioners.

In the medical department, wounded soldiers wearing armor were brought in one after another. Callidora, who had just joined the team not long ago, has been entrusted with important tasks.

But she found that she seemed surprisingly not very busy.

It's not that there aren't many wounded people. In fact, wounded people are being sent to the medical department all the time. No matter how they treat them, the number of patients doesn't seem to decrease at all.

However, Callidora is still not very busy.

There is only one reason - the regeneration ability of this group of soldiers is too amazing.

It was so shocking that it no longer looked like a human being. Fatal wounds of tens of centimeters would heal on their own in just a few minutes.

And what Callidora wants to do seems to be just to help these soldiers relieve pain.

194. Four-in-one Agreement Three, Throw Summoner!

"I have decided, I will go in alone," Snow suddenly announced at the dinner table, "You all stay here and hide."

"Are you going alone?" Osa was a little surprised, "How can this be done? What if something happens..."

"I can run away if something happens," Snow said. "Otherwise, do you think I should have a head-on confrontation with the tyrant's troops or fight with the people in this fortress?"

"This... seems to be the case," Ao Sa scratched his cheek.

"But it would be very inefficient to find someone by yourself," Jilunini interjected, "I feel that two or three people might be more suitable..."

"No, just one person is the best. One more person means more chances of being discovered," Snow shook his head. "Of course it's difficult to get in, but what's even more difficult is how to get information after you get in." At the same time, it has not been discovered. This is not a gangster place like Kaga Holy City. Once discovered, it will inevitably lead to trouble. "

"But the problem is, are you sure you have figured out how to get in?" Yayin said, "This place is like a bastard shell, and it's during the war. I'm afraid not even a night sparrow can fly in."

"I really haven't thought about this," Snow said helplessly, "but there will always be a way..."

"Would you like Liu Ji to send you in?" Ya Yin asked.

"Do you think he looks like he can help now?" Snow smiled wryly and shrugged.

At the same time, Liu Ji was sleeping soundly on the table.

But even when he was sleeping, his breathing felt like it was being accelerated, which was very strange.

"Then how about we let the uncle go out and try his luck first?" Na Beilin interjected, "If it doesn't work, just come back."

Everyone discussed it for a while and felt that there was no problem.

In addition to Liu Ji's unstable condition, Yayin also wanted to leave some time for Liu Ji to recover. After some discussion, she decided to dig a hole on the spot and hide underground as usual.

But when it came time to implement it, as soon as they dug the shelter, they suddenly realized something was wrong.

Yuan and his potato boy brothers disappeared without knowing when.

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"Grandpa, grandpa, we are hungry!"

Hmm... I'm hungry. Just eat when you're hungry.

"Grandpa, grandpa, we have nothing to eat, we have finished eating!"

Oh...then let's do it again.

"Grandpa, grandpa, we can't do it!"

Ah...that's it, what should I do...

"Grandpa, grandpa, shall we go out to find food?"

Well, then you go ahead...

Drowsily, Liu Ji turned over gently and fell asleep again.

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"Qiang!"

The golden sword intersects with the jet black sword.

Birkin ignored the enemy in front of him, and there was no wave in his eyes.

He could feel that under the dark hat, a pair of eyes were also looking at him.

Likewise, there was no ripple.

It seemed that they were fighting for life and death, but both of them were extremely calm, as if what they were doing was just an ordinary exercise.

The swords and knives were locked in a stalemate. Birkin suddenly shook his wrist, and a dark force was transmitted through his body to the sword, instantly shaking away the long sword of the seventh king, and then directed the sword towards the opponent's arm. Cut it off.

The Seventh King did not dodge when the knight fell, and let him chop off his right hand. Then he drew out a short sword with his left hand and stabbed it directly into his heart.

Bilkins didn't stop him at all, he just let him stab himself to death and then resurrected on the spot.

He even deliberately waited until his opponent regained his stance before making another move.

The long sword stabbed straight and the long sword whirled. The seventh king's knight rushed forward and cut him off instantly with a cassock slash.

Dark cracks appeared out of thin air, and wherever the sword passed, even the air was sucked into a vacuum.

Birkinsche didn't show any emotion at all. He drew his sword and raised it back, narrowly parrying the electric sword.

Then, he raised the sword slightly, then suddenly exerted force, and actually used the sword blade to hit the opponent's blade again.

The movement was so small and fast that the Seventh King Knight had no way to avoid it. The long sword in his hand was directly shaken away by more than ten centimeters. Although he immediately changed his posture to respond, the golden long sword once again left a huge half-meter-long gap in his chest, and even his sternum was cut off by the sword.

But the Seventh King Knight seemed to have expected this. The change of the long sword in his hand seemed to be an attempt to save the situation, but in fact, the blade turned and stabbed directly at Birkins' heart.

However, his opponent seemed to have expected his attack this time. He dodged sideways in an instant, changed his long sword, and attacked the Seventh King Knight again.

And the time for the above rounds of confrontation was less than half a second.