I am a god in another world

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

Gavin, who had just opened his eyes, looked dazed, his mind was blank, the scene in front of him was extremely unfamiliar, but also a little familiar.

The next second, a large number of memories surged out like a tide, from past lives and present lives.

Zhang You, Gavin.

The two names were entangled in his mind, like a tangled mess, and it was difficult to distinguish one from the other.

In fashionable terms, he was a time traveler.

He had spent an ordinary twenty-five years on Earth, and he was rarely passionate about it, so he wanted to be a hero and save the beauty.

In the end, he failed to get the beauty back, but was stabbed to death by those teenagers.

Then he traveled to Faerun, and to Gavin.

Starting from the hell level, Gavin at that time had been calculated by his brother and became a slave of the Zhentarim.

With the advantage of being a time traveler, he went through untold hardships and grew into a legendary warrior. When he was ready to make great plans, the arcane disaster caused by the battle of the gods came.

The collapsed magic net tore the sky, split the earth, and shattered everything Gavin was familiar with and loved.

From that time on, Gavin decided to risk everything to stop this catastrophe.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to formulate a rebirth plan, persuaded the moon goddess Su Lun, borrowed the advanced artifact Su Lun's tears, and tried to activate the Star Moon Gate, start its time shuttle ability, and return to the moment when he came to this world.

I don't know whether this kind of time shuttle is beyond the ability of the Star Moon Gate, or my origin is too special.

The Star Moon Gate exploded on the spot, and the time flow was completely disrupted.

His soul consciousness was not sent to Gavin's young body, but sent back to Zhang You's junior high school. For protection, Su Lun's tears sealed his overly powerful soul, including most of his memories.

Even if the main consciousness is in a dormant state, the impact on personality is very large. After rebirth, he has always believed that there is magic and magical power in this world, and his self-taught fighting ability is proof of this.

Finally, he became extremely obsessed with psychic abilities, taught himself telekinesis and teleblast, and as a result, he stimulated the soul of the sleeping legendary warrior in advance, which exceeded the body's load. After all, in that world, there was no magic to give the body synchronization blessing.

In the end, he succeeded, successfully performed a teleblast, and shocked himself to death.

The Tears of Sulen is worthy of being a high-level artifact of the Moon Goddess. After such a big deviation, it actually adjusted itself, corrected the chaos, and pulled its soul back to Faerun again and sent it back to Gavin's body.

I just don't know what year it is now?

"Nott Cavalry! Follow me to attack!" A heroic female voice resounded through the sky, followed by a fierce sound of horse hooves.

Gavin hurriedly turned over and climbed up, lying on the top of the city wall, and saw a heroic figure, but he could not see the front, only the back, as always, only the mask, and the fiery red hair was only ended with a butterfly made of a blue ribbon.

Behind her, twelve riders formed an arrow shape to guard her, rushing towards the three catapults in the distance.

Gavin's previous question has an answer.

The year of the giant snake, the eighth day of the second ten days of severe winter.

The above is the Faerun version, converted to Earth version, January 18, 1359 in the Valley calendar.

The time point is neither good nor bad.

Good, compared to the last time she traveled through time, she had been sold as a slave to the Zhentarim.

Bad, of course, compared to returning to the womb, or to infancy, if she went back to that time, she would have plenty of time.

Just as Gavin was sorting out the timeline.

The battle situation outside the city had changed.

Hundreds of small creatures that were only half the height of an adult climbed up from the ground and rushed towards the gate of Nottburg in a mess.

This creature with a pointed mouth, monkey cheeks, a big nose and red eyes is called a goblin, nicknamed a little fool, and is the most numerous and annoying monster race in Faerun.

They are selfish and black-hearted, and they can reproduce and raise children, and their nests are everywhere.

This is the conspiracy of this goblin tribe. They took advantage of the opportunity to seize the gate when the Notburg Cavalry attacked and tried to destroy their siege equipment.

The goblins' stupid little brains could not think of such a complicated tactic. This was the work of the big goblin leader behind them.

Gavin ran towards the city gate while checking his physical condition.

Just now, a stone fell not far from him, and a flying stone hit him.

Although he blocked it with his wooden shield, he was knocked down and hit the city wall, and fainted.

In addition to a slight concussion in the head, the most serious was the left arm holding the shield. It was estimated that the arm bone was broken and it hurt when he moved. The wooden shield had long been out of his hand and I didn't know where it flew away.

Touching his waist, the battle belt was stuffed with at least three bottles of potions for treating minor injuries, which made him feel relieved.

He took out a bottle of healing potion and drank it. The injury was almost healed. At least the piercing pain disappeared, leaving only a few numb and itchy symptoms. This was the magic of Feren's healing potion. I can't say that it cured the disease, but at least it could heal most of it on the spot.

He casually tore off a long piece of cloth and wrapped it around the fracture to reinforce it. He also casually picked up a wooden shield and tied it to his left hand.

A discarded hand axe.

A randomly thrown spear.

A sharp butcher knife.

All of them were taken by Gavin himself.

When he ran to the city gate, he was already armed to the teeth.

And there was already a team of Nott militiamen waiting there.

Whoever saw the leader couldn't help but secretly praise him for his majestic figure.

Gavin was now sixteen years old and 1.7 meters tall, which was outstanding among his peers, but in front of the other party, he was an absolute dwarf, barely reaching his chest, and had to raise his neck to look at him.

"Master Gavin, why did you come down? Hurry up and get on the city wall, those goblins are about to kill you."

The heavy armor on his body made him look even heavier, making him look like a mountain, but when he opened his mouth, there was a sense of disharmony as if the mountains were collapsing and the earth was cracking.

Because it was her, not him, and her voice was as clear as an oriole.

If you only listened to the voice, you would think it was a young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Gavin was used to it, because he knew clearly that the other party not only sounded like a young girl, but also looked like a young girl, even more beautiful than most girls, with perfect contours.

A network term was used to describe her, which was more appropriate-King Kong Barbie.

"Don't forget, I am also a member of the Nott Militia!" Gavin was passionate, looking like an inspired hot-blooded boy.

But with a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, he was in a standard posture to welcome the attack.

The people around him automatically made way for him.

Just because he was the first heir to the castle, and the current owner of the castle, Roan*Nott, was his half-brother.

King Kong Barbie Nora had no time to care about Gavin, because the goblins were already close at hand. She held the huge battle axe tightly and took a posture to welcome the attack, and shouted: "Don't be afraid, everyone, they are just a group of stupid goblins. Just keep stabbing as we usually train."

Amid a mess of shouting, those green-skinned little guys rushed in through the wide-open city gate.

When they are outnumbered, goblins are notoriously timid and will turn around and run away if they are slightly frightened.

But when they have an absolute advantage in numbers, they are notoriously ferocious. Even when facing an enemy several times taller than themselves, they will rush forward without hesitation.

This is the latter situation.

There are only a dozen militiamen standing behind the castle gate, and they are a mass of black, filling the entire city gate.

"Shoot."

Thirty or forty Nott militiamen stood up from the top of the city and sent down waves of arrows.

The goblins crowded outside the city gate became live targets, and more than a dozen of them fell down immediately.

The goblins behind them, however, did not care, stepped on the fallen goblins, and continued to surge forward. Even if they were not dead, they would probably not survive under the crazy stomping of a group of big feet.

"Raise shields and stab spears."

With an order, the Nott militiamen at the city gate responded, including Gavin.

He is neither a legendary warrior nor a world fighting champion, but just a member of the Nott militia. He just needs to do his job well.

"Put away the spear and stab again."

The Nott militia holding the shield can't see their target at all. They just need to follow the order, put away the spear back and forth, and then stab.

Compared with ordinary Nott militia, Gavin has an extra twisting action before putting away the spear.

Although it is just an inconspicuous little action, there is a lot of knowledge in it.

It can not only cause tearing damage to the target, but also make it easier to retract the spear.

Those goblins rushing into the city gate were forced to rush to Nora in the middle.

There were at least two empty spaces on both sides of this King Kong Barbie, which looked like a small door.

But when the goblins rushed to the front, they found that they were wrong.

This is the biggest killing god here. When her giant axe was swung, even the Nott militia next to her were afraid.

Two or three goblins tied together were not enough to be chopped by an axe.

The agility of King Kong Barbie was beyond the imagination of the goblins.

Some wanted to take the opportunity to get past her, but she kicked them back one by one.

They all fell to the ground after hitting their companions and couldn't get up for a long time.

The one who was used as a football died on the spot.

Hundreds of goblins just couldn't break through the defense line formed by more than a dozen Nott militiamen.

The militia archers on the top of the city were racing against time to send out their bows and arrows to cause more casualties.

It was only a matter of time to eliminate this wave of goblins here.

Woo woo woo!!!

Accompanied by a burst of wolf howls.

Twenty or thirty wild wolves jumped out of the goblin army. They kept crouching and mixed in, using the goblins as shields until they got close to the militia defense line, and then suddenly attacked.

With amazing jumping ability, they jumped directly over the heads of the militiamen and attacked them from behind.

Goblins are famous wolf tamers, which is their innate talent.

Various wolves will hunt with them, and some will even become goblin mounts, forming goblin wolf cavalry.

With the enemy at the back, the originally neat militia defense line suddenly became chaotic.

Some continued to attack the goblins, while others turned back to deal with the wild wolves.

At the moment when the wolf howled, Gavin raised the spear in his hand diagonally.

It happened that a wild wolf chose to pass over his head.

Tragedy happened.

The wolf used its own jumping force to rip itself open.

The smelly blood drenched Gavin.

Gavin seemed unaware, threw away his spear, drew his sword, and stabbed the ground near his ankle.

Before the sword fell completely, a huge head stretched out, with a bloody mouth, obviously wanting to bite Gavin's ankle and drag him to the ground.

But its behavior had been predicted, so it could only follow its brother's footsteps.

Half of his head was chopped off by a sword, and he died on the spot.

Then he took a half step sideways and kicked out with his right leg like lightning.

A wolf that had just bitten a militiaman's ankle and had not had time to exert force, howled and let go, lying on the ground unable to move.

Gavin's kick just now was not a random kick, but aimed at the most vulnerable lumbar spine of wolves, and broke it with one kick.

Due to the connection problem after the revision, I reposted the first three chapters