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  The night was very quiet, and the only sound in the valley was the faint crackling of a bonfire. Many people were lazily leaning against the grass mats beside it, having fallen asleep. After a while, someone suddenly said:

  "Hasnt the person who went to fetch water come back yet?"

  The sentence immediately received a response from the crowd, and they all waited to boil some hot water to drink, scald their feet and then sleep beautifully. At this time, the water-spraying servant finally returned with a crooked and uneven gait, his clothes were dirty and wet, even the mask on his face was askew, apparently he had tripped halfway.

  This is a team that seems to have exceeded the standard configuration, led by a heavily armed swordsman wearing iron armor, with a tall stature, yellowish whiskers, and a red cloak draped over his locked armor, inspiring awe.

  At this time, the leader was leaning against the driest stone, holding a giant sword that was half his height and snoring. There were eight masked slaves beside him, who normally maintained his weapons and armor, served his daily life, and followed him to fight on the battlefield.

  The remaining seven masked slaves had grown somewhat impatient, and directly snatched the water bucket from their limping companions hands, putting it on the fire to heat up for washing, before they all lay down to sleep, with only one older one vaguely saying:

  "Lets stay up all night then, and we can also dry our clothes!"

  The water-fetching slaves body twitched slightly, and he grumbled twice in his throat, as if protesting.

  This night is quiet.

  Some were just snoring, but the masked slave sitting by the fire suddenly stood up quietly! Looking at his sharp and sinister eyes, it was actually - - - - - - Fang Lin!

  He walked to the nearest distance from himself, his eyes staring at the throat of this masked slave - then, Fang Lin decisively drew his sword and cut it off! Without any hesitation, no softness in his hand!

  Although the sword blade was not sharp, it was easy to cut through the thin skin on the neck, and then the remaining momentum of the sword blade also cut off the trachea, esophagus, carotid artery, and vagus nerve. The dark red blood suddenly flowed out happily, and Fang Lin clearly saw that the blood line in his field of vision suddenly became empty, his body suddenly bounced up and fell heavily again, his eyes bulged like a dead fish, and then became dull. Fang Lin was quick-handed, grabbed the short sword that had been thrown out of his hand, avoiding it from hitting the rock and making a sound, and then brutally stepped on the wound that was still bleeding, avoiding the "gurgling" sound of blood entering the trachea from startling others.

  At this time, Fang Lin noticed that in the lower left corner of his field of vision, a line of small numbers appeared:

  Heavy Swordsmen 0 (2), Masked Servants 2 (6). (Note: The one who fetched water earlier is also counted) Points 0 (300).

  The next six masked slaves were also killed in their sleep.

  Fang Lin walked up to the heavily armed swordsman by the giant stone, still planning to use his usual method. His target was still the opponents throat, which was also the only weak point on this enemy that wasnt covered in chainmail.

  However, at the moment the sword was swung down, the heavy warrior probably due to lying in a posture for too long, suddenly flipped over!

  The human bodys fatal weakness Fang Lin had already studied in the real world when he decided to avenge his parents, unfortunately, most of the fourteen people he killed did not use violent methods, so he didnt get much practical experience, which is why he failed this time.

  That heavy swordsman, who had inadvertently dodged the fatal blow while sleeping, immediately came to his senses and let out a low growl. He sprang up and launched a fierce surprise attack on Fang Lin, but Fang Lin simply sidestepped him, using his arm to block the large swords thrust. On the surface, he swung his sword at him, but the real sneak attack was a powerful kick!

  That kick landed on the groin of this heavily armed swordsman.

  Even Fang Lins ankle felt the two oval-shaped objects exploding into a mess of intense pain in an instant, and then he noticed that his blood bar had decreased by one-fifth. The heavy swordmans blood bar suddenly sank to the bottom, but it was only at the lowest point, not counting as death! However, the helmet on the heavy swordmans face suddenly cracked open, revealing a twisted and ferocious face, and his eyes turned blood red. In an instant, he pounced on Fang Lin, pinning him to the ground. Even with his strength doubled by the environment, Fang Lin was unable to withstand the enemys crazy attack for a while!

  Mutation!

  Smelling the thick, heavy sweat of the swordsman pressing down on him, his ears heard what sounded like a wild beasts frantic panting. Fang Lin, despite having his neck constricted and feeling dizzy and struggling to breathe, still managed to remain calm.

  He suddenly gave up his intention to struggle and turned over abruptly!

  The two of them rolled into the fire together!

  The raging flames engulfed the two who were fighting for their lives. The fire was impartial, scorching everything that dared to enter its domain with equal ferocity. Fang Lins own health bar began to plummet drastically, but it was the mutated heavy swordsman on top of him who couldnt hold out any longer. After being in the flames for tens of seconds, he finally let out a long, mournful wail from his throat and collapsed.

  Escape from death.

  This is the only thought in Fang Lins mind.

  Actually, there are many elements of luck in this, if the heavy swordman wasnt sleeping and hadnt put on his armor, if Fang Lin didnt know his strength was weak in the real world and had experience with one-hit kills, if there wasnt a blazing fire pile beside him...

  This brief and perilous battle made Fang Lin understand many things. Firstly, although the background here is a world of round table warriors, the people inside are all alive! They have wisdom, thoughts, emotions, and even explosive power! If you underestimate them, the consequence will be death!

  The surroundings were quiet, Fang Lin gasped for a while, spat out the mud and sand in his mouth, feeling his heart beating almost jumping out of his chest, and his temples throbbing with pain. He frowned and got up, carefully examining his body, and found that the most serious injury was still the heavy sword thrust on his arm. The skin and flesh at the wound were severely rolled back, and even the blood vessels were scorched by the high temperature brought by the sword, so there wasnt much bleeding.

  At this time, the burns on his body also started to ache slightly. Fang Lin only then thought of what was written in the scene prompt: pain perception weakening is 70%, which means that the current injurys feedback to the nerves pain sensation has been weakened by seven levels. According to his endurance, except for some hindrance to the movement of his left hand, his other abilities have not been weakened much. At this time, Fang Lin discovered another thing - on the waist of a nearby masked servant corpse, a dazzling but not piercing light was flashing.

  He curiously walked past and easily found a dusty metal key. After obtaining the key, the corpse became transparent and disappeared. The nightmare imprint gave a hint: Acquired an ordinary key, do you want to summon the treasure chest immediately? Yes/No?

  Fang Lin saw that the surroundings were very safe, so he chose the summoning option, and a sturdy wooden box appeared on the spot. After opening the box, Fang Lin found that there was a small black wheat bread inside. As soon as his fingers touched it, the Nightmare Seal on his chest immediately gave a prompt:

  "Obtained Black Bread. Quality is inferior and cannot be carried. Restores 30 HP. Use immediately?"

  (Note: The way to obtain spoils of war in this book is mostly as described above. If there are special circumstances later, they will be explained separately. Treasure chests and keys cannot be seen by people without the Nightmare Seal. Item protection time: 72 hours.)

  He was delighted to find that after eating the bread, his health bar had increased slightly. He then turned his attention to the other corpses and found the remaining grey keys on the bodies of four more masked slaves. On the corpse of the berserker warrior, he found a shiny silver key. After some thought, he decided to use the grey key to open the chest first, and obtained the following items:

  Intermediate shortsword, white equipment, poor quality, attack 1-3, cannot be carried out of this world, can be exchanged for 30 points.

  A silver ornament, poor quality, valuable item, can be exchanged for 60 points.

  Vegetable salad, medium quality food. Restores 20 HP in 60 seconds. Must be consumed out of combat and cannot be carried.

  Its worth mentioning that an empty box appeared. Fang Lin inferred from this that since the box might appear empty, its likely to face traps with pitfalls in the future, so it seems that professional discernment skills are necessary.

  After this busy period, Fang Lins blood bar had slowly recovered from its original one-fifth to nearly half of its position, and the injuries on his body had also improved significantly. Only his left hand still felt a bit stiff when moving. It seemed that once the motor function was injured, it would take some time to heal, and it was difficult to rely on this kind of food to recover quickly.

  The next thing to do is naturally to open the box corresponding to that bright silver key. As the key slowly turned, a silver light shot out from the lid of the box, and it was the large sword on the shoulder of the heavy warrior before. Its detailed information is:

  "Laynes Twin Swords: Blue equipment, medium quality, attack 5-6, with additional scorching damage 2-2, cannot be taken out of this world, requires strength 18, stamina 8, can be exchanged for 300 points."

  Fang Lin estimated that he couldnt even lift this big fellow, but fortunately, the Nightmare Seal provided assistance at this time and was able to store it in another storage space with limited weight capacity. However, he found an old sheepskin paper at the bottom of the silver box, and as soon as his fingers touched it, a prompt from the Nightmare Seal automatically appeared beside his ear:

  "E-grade skill Cutting Technique Scroll, this skill is exclusive to the Round Table Warrior world, requires Strength 3, Agility 3, Vitality 4, and Spirit 10 to learn. Skill activation consumes a small amount of spiritual power.

  Cutting Technique Live1 effect: Can process and split obtained spoils of war, with a 1% chance of processing high-grade unknown treasures, a 48% chance of increasing the value of spoils of war, and a 51% chance of causing spoils of war to be damaged and disappear. Can be carried out of this world and exchanged for 50 points.

  Note: When processing high-grade equipment, the failure rate will increase exponentially. (Cutting range is limited to equipment, food, and some precious items.)"

  Yeah, the original form of Cutting Technique is actually a unique function from Round Table Knights, which can cut open those big treasure chests and big blood sacrifices, haha. I used to look forward to cutting open those big plate chicken and big plate dumplings when playing Three Kingdoms, now its like a dream come true in this book. By the way, the skills in this book are divided into six levels: SSS, SS, S, A, B, C, D, E, with lower-level skills having simpler learning requirements.

  Fang Lin furrowed his brow, this skill was really useless, but he thought for a moment and clicked confirm with an attitude of "its better than nothing". Who knew that the Nightmare Seal prompt immediately followed, making him want to curse loudly:

  "Has learned a skill: Currently remaining skill slots: 2."

  "This skill is an E-rank skill. To forget it, one must obtain the River Styxs water."

  Fang Lins facial muscles twitched, revealing a lot of information to him. Firstly, he could learn various skills to enhance himself, and these skills were divided into levels according to their effects - apparently, this level was far from being high-end. Secondly, the total amount of skills that each person could learn was limited, his own quota was three, but now it had become two. Finally, skills could be forgotten, but the conditions for forgetting them should be very harsh. If Fang Lins inference was correct, the higher the skill level, the lower the cost of forgetting it would be.

  He took a deep breath, shook his head, and chased the regret out of his mind. In Fang Lins view, regret was a very useless thing, it had no effect other than to wear down ones own will to fight. From the layout around this point, this should be a sentry post for monitoring the town. He put on the mid-level shortsword he had just obtained and changed into the servants clothes again. After a moment of thought, he headed upstream along the river.

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