The rise of the human race, my players are super fierce!

"It is worthy of the illusion built by His Majesty the Human Emperor, it is too real! Especially the pain when I was hit, I almost fainted! Recalling

the pain of being beaten to death by jackals in the fantasy world, the wind wolf couldn't help but shiver.

These guys have no mercy on their clansmen at all!

It's not wolf-sexy!

Unlike players, players can lower the pain level, as long as the pain level is lowered, no matter how fierce the battle is, they will not feel particularly painful.

NPCs are not the same.

Although they will not really die in the fantasy world, the pain they suffer is real.

Those with poor willpower may die once in the fantasy realm, and they will not dare to enter again.

Of course, after repeated actual combat training in the fantasy realm, after getting used to the pain after injury, it will become more courageous in real battles.

"The pain is really intense."

Win Zhan nodded with deep empathy, and then patted Huanyi's shoulder: "Huanyi, you can still bear it, right?" His

biggest concern was that Huanyi would not be able to withstand the pain of the battle.

After all, Huanyi is only a twelve-year-old child.

Unlike him, who has been hunting outside over the years, I don't know how many fierce beasts he has encountered and how many injuries he has suffered.

Pain has long been a matter of course for him.

"No problem!"

Huanyi nodded vigorously.

It really hurt, so painful that he thought for a moment about giving up.

Anyway, the patriarch is so strong, and there are so many heavenly descendants to help, wouldn't it be good to hide behind them and enjoy themselves?

But he quickly dismissed the idea and was ashamed of it.

He is also a man!

I want to become strong and help the patriarch lead the tribe to rise together!

So, no matter how much pain, I am not afraid!

Huanyi's gaze became firm.

Meeting his determined gaze, Win smiled gratifyingly.

"Not bad, it's worthy of our winning boy!"

Win Zhan smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"I don't know what happened to the patriarch, whether he could beat those jackals."

Huanyi thought of the patriarch who was still struggling in the illusion realm, and said worriedly.

"The patriarch is so strong, it must be fine!"

The wind wolf appeared confident.

Now, he has become Lin Feng's staunch follower and a loyal follower of His Majesty the Human Emperor.

So loyal that even if Lin Feng asked him to gouge the ancestral grave of the jackal, he would not have the slightest hesitation.

He didn't feel it was a betrayal.

There are also personal characters in the jackal, and there are some words, indicating that there is some relationship with the Terrans.

Serving the Terrans, how can it be called betrayal?

......

In the fantasy world.

Lin Feng kept waving the mace in his hand and fought fiercely with the jackals.

The jackal's mace smashed into him, making a muffled sound. Bone and stone chips from the mace cut through his skin, leaving him scarred.

Although he tried his best to protect his head, he was inevitably hit several times on the head, and blood flowed.

The whole person looks like a bloody god of war.

I have to say that the black leather armor that the bear hunter burst out helped him a lot in the battle at this moment.

Although the black leather armor only adds a little strength, the material is exceptionally tough.

The jackal's mace smashed on the leather armor, and the bone and stone chips on the mace could not cut the defense of the leather armor at all, and could not cause damage to his flesh and skin.

Aside from the scratches of bone and stone pieces, the smashing injuries caused by blunt objects, in front of his physique of up to 21 points, he can withstand it.

Without the protection of the black leather armor, the wounds on his body would definitely be more than doubled!

For him, the loss of physical strength caused by bleeding wounds is much more serious than the blow of a mace.

The three people who won the battle died in battle, and he naturally saw it in his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh that the number of the team was too small, and he really suffered a loss in this fantasy battle.

Switching to ten players, each of whom only has to deal with four or five jackals, is much easier.

The wound was bleeding, and his physical strength was declining.

Not only did his physical strength decline, but the pain from the wounds on his body was constantly impacting his psychological defenses.

He could only grit his teeth and hold on so that he would not be crushed by the pain.

This is the worst injury he has suffered since he was reborn!

Although there is no death in the fantasy world, the pain in the wound is real.

He couldn't help but start to envy the players, how nice would it be if he could adjust the pain level himself?

He has a hunch that there may be NPCs in the future, because he is afraid of pain and does not dare to enter the illusion realm.

Of course, if there is such an NPC, unless he really has special talents, he will definitely deprive him of his NPC status.

No pain, no gain.

I can't bear this pain, what qualifications do I have to become an NPC and become a strong person?

"Ah..."

Lin Feng Angtian roared angrily, and the skill "Lion Roar" was launched, stunning a group of jackals around him.

It also vents the pain in the body.

Immediately, he vented his pain on the vertigo jackals around him.

One stick after another smashed on the head of the jackal.

Up to 22 strength points make his attacks extremely terrifying.

The jackal in the vertigo was hit in the head by his stick, and he was basically killed with one blow, even the taller elite monsters.

After killing five or six jackals in succession, he finally broke a gap in the encirclement of the jackals and rushed out of the encirclement.

In the battle just now, he opened the "Defense Enhancement" in the siege of the jackals, and he barely managed to bear the siege.

If he doesn't rush out, he will definitely not insist on killing all the jackals, and he will fall first.

The three who won the battle have already died, and no one helped him share the attack of the jackal, and no matter how stupid and the jackal hard steel is, it is definitely the stupidest act.

Compared with jackals, they have an absolute advantage in speed, and the best solution is naturally kite tactics.

The jackals woke up from their vertigo and saw that Lin Feng had rushed out of the encirclement, and rushed over with a scream.

Lin Feng was a stick towards the jackal who rushed to the front, and regardless of whether he killed the other party or not, he turned around and ran.

After running a few steps and putting some distance between the rushing jackal, he turned back and hit again.

The speed of the jackal is much worse than him, whether it is chasing closely behind, or splitting a part to outflank him, it has never been able to form an effective encirclement of him.

There were originally forty or fifty jackals, but he killed a few by his hard shoulder, and killed a few after stunning with a lion's roar, leaving only about thirty in total who pursued him.

More than thirty jackals, say less, say less, say more and not more.

Under his kite, the jackals kept falling, and the number became smaller and smaller.

Lin Feng originally thought that the final boss would appear like the previous two bosses, with more than half of the mobs dead. There are less than ten jackals chasing behind, and the boss still has no intention of coming out.

Completely disregarding the life and death of the little brother.

There were less than ten jackals left, and Lin Feng naturally didn't have to make any more winds, turning around and killing them one by one in a frontal battle.

Soon, the last jackal fell under his stick.

He stood covered in blood on the grass, surrounded by the corpses of jackals.

Blood flowed, staining the yellow-green grass red.

A roar sounded, the largest tent was torn open, and the three-meter-tall Berserk Blood Axe roared out of the tent.

The weapon in his hand was no longer the giant mace in reality, but a blood-red long-handled tomahawk.

The handle of the tomahawk is about one meter seven or eight meters long, and the blade of the axe is fifty or sixty centimeters long, shining bloody in the sunlight.

The blood-colored long axe in his hand immediately made the name of the Wild Slaughter Blood Axe become veritable.

"Terrans, I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Berserk Blood Axe glanced at the corpses of jackals all over the ground, his eyes flashed red, and he roared and rushed towards Lin Feng.