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  After walking a few more miles, another checkpoint appeared in front of them. Fang Lin quietly lurked to the side for a while and felt relieved: there were only four masked slaves and one heavy swordman here, and that heavy swordman was not wearing a red cloak either, even his heavy armor had been removed to the side.

  He suddenly came to his senses, realizing that the powerful and shape-shifting heavy swordsmen he had attacked earlier was none other than the leader of the heavy swordsmen of the evil Duke Galibordis army in this area. This was the only explanation for him having eight masked slave servants as attendants, and his demeanor and surname being completely different from the one before him.

  Fang Lin thought for a moment, then rolled around in the muddy water beside him and intentionally made heavy footsteps, panting as he ran towards the masked slave who was on watch. The guy naturally let out a shout of surprise:

  "Whats going on?"

  He rolled and crawled forward for several steps, his feet suddenly going soft, and he tumbled down the slope into a depression, deliberately falling face down and pretending to be unconscious.

  At this time, it was already nighttime, and with a mask covering his face, in such a tense atmosphere, who could tell what was real or fake? He only felt someone flipping through his body, then heard the heavy swordswoman hastily putting on her heavy chain armor, panting and urging:

  "The three of us will hurry over to the other camp, leaving one person to serve me in armor, and Ill be right there."

  Three masked slaves hastily pulled out their short swords and rushed over. Fang Lin estimated that after the three people had walked far away, he suddenly struggled and groaned in a vague voice:

  "Sir, sir......"

  This action naturally attracted the attention of the remaining heavy swordsmen and masked slaves, who naturally surrounded him. Fang Lin deliberately made a dying motion, his whole body trembling non-stop, stretching out his fingers with great difficulty:

  "Sword... Sword..."

  The servant beside him couldnt wait any longer, and proactively handed his sword over to Fang Lin, who tightly grasped the sword and held it horizontally in front of his chest. Only then did he seem to gain a sense of security, and spoke in a low voice to the heavy swordsman:

  "Before he died, the old man said... Let him inherit his position."

  His words were extremely vague, yet they could give people a general idea. The heavy sword user was shocked in his heart, and then he was overjoyed. He couldnt help but rush forward and say:

  “what？”

  Fang Lin easily swung his sword and cut off his throat in an instant!

  Next, he only had to face a terrified masked servant. Under the double surname bonus of this world, it took him less than half a minute to settle him.

  He then lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead. This was not only a familiar trick for him, but also an old one. Under the usual circumstances, after paying with half his life, those three masked slaves were killed by Fang Lin again. After getting used to the initial awkwardness and strangeness of killing people, Fang Lin found himself gradually adapting to this kind of life, choosing between killing or being killed, surviving under the shadow of death. This not only made him feel excited and relieved, but also allowed him to escape the pain and troubles brought by the real world.

  After the camp cleanup, Task 1: Enter the world of Round Table Warriors, familiarize yourself with its rules, and in Act 1, near the village of Warfire, kill 7 masked slaves, 2 heavy swordsmen, and earn more than 300 points. Its almost complete, only 30 points short.

  Fang Lin played with the intermediate short sword in his hand, thinking for a while. In front of him, there were three decorative silver ornaments in the wooden box that could be exchanged for 70 points. After hesitating for a long time, he put them away and didnt sell them. Instead, he turned around and headed back to his residence outside the town. His intuition told him that it wasnt time to complete this first task yet, at least not now.

  ………………

  Fang Lin directly returned to his own village outside the old small wooden house, fell asleep soundly, he didnt worry about being attacked at all - alone and for the first time joining this world, familiar with this survival mode, facing two major aspects of enemies, if arranged again Organization what night raid, there is an introduction to this map, its simply not possible to be easy!

  After a good nights sleep, Fang Lin woke up to find that he not only had plenty of energy and his injuries were fully recovered, but also made significant progress in his digital display personal abilities, which are now Strength 4 (3), Agility 5 (4), Vitality 6 (4), and Spiritual Power 13 (13). The values in parentheses are the initial values when he first entered the world. Among them, Strength and Agility increased by one point each, Vitality increased by two points, while Spiritual Power remained unchanged, probably because it was not used at all.

  But Houlin was not overly optimistic about the prospects, the reason why his personal surname could grow so rapidly was because he originally had potential in his body that had not been developed. After last nights battle, it was fully brought out. In the future, if you want to grow, you can only rely on your own efforts to cultivate.

  He stepped out, took a deep breath of the slightly cold but extremely fresh air in the morning countryside, and was enchanted by the lush and serene landscape after being used to the concrete forest in the real world.

  In the mountains and fields, everything is covered with forests, flowers, green grass, and green fields. In the wilderness, there are either lush wheat fields or lush pastures. Even on the mountain slopes, large lawns stretch upwards, with various trees standing tall among them. The small paths between the fields are lined with lush green leaves, adorned with small white and purple flowers, giving people a sense of harmonious natural beauty. Scattered villages are half-hidden in the green fields, although old and worn out, they have a primitive beauty, and even the flowing streams give people a special feeling of clarity.

  Fang Lin didnt rush to leave, instead sitting quietly in front of his old hut, recalling and summarizing the details of last nights battle, while also exercising his body. A person cant fall into the same pit twice, especially in this seemingly peaceful and beautiful world where cruelty lurks beneath the surface. Until he was covered in sweat and slightly out of breath, he exchanged the points he earned last night for silver coins, which were widely used in this world, through the mark on his chest. Then, he headed towards the village.

  It was probably around ten oclock in the morning, and Fang Lin, feeling a bit hungry, directly came to the only small inn in the town. The sleepy travelers were yawning and coming down from the creaky old stairs.

  Fang Lins stomach was really hungry, and the kind of simple food that only replenished his life value seemed to be a completely different category from filling his stomach. He directly ordered half a rack of lamb chops with garlic and a small baguette toasted golden brown, and began devouring the meat with the bread, until he gradually filled his stomach. Then he called for half a mild-flavored whole chicken and a bottle of rum, starting to slowly tear it apart and eat it, killing time. The position he chose was very clever, just right where he could see out but not draw attention to himself.

  It seems that such a life is quite suitable for his current identity. By noon, the lame innkeeper had confirmed that Rolands (Fang Lin) wallet was very full and then proactively sent up two thick slices of mortadella, which were used to pad bread for cutting. When cut with a knife, its cross-section revealed pink minced meat, mixed with diced fat and whole peppercorns.

  Fang Lin was very satisfied with the sumptuous lunch, and just as he was about to join the heated debate in the dining hall - preparing to get some useful information from it - suddenly, the sound of urgent horseshoes echoed on the broken stone road in the center of the small town. A young man covered in blood tightly grasped the horses neck and rushed in, shouting frantically:

  "Oh no! The town is surrounded by the evil Duke Galbadors army. We set out for the city not long ago, and our caravan was attacked by them. Marina has also been taken away!"

  Fang Lins eyes lit up, wasnt Marina the bartender girl with a few freckles on her face? It was her, who could make the burly Marce shut his mouth! It seemed that not choosing to complete the first task directly last night was indeed wise.

  In fact, people who had the same experience as him in the past usually went to investigate the camps of the Gallipoli army one by one after entering the world. Each camp would send a masked slave to fetch water every hour, and killing this lone masked slave could allow them to pass through smoothly.

  What happened next was that Marina came to invite Loren, disguised as a unified identity, early in the morning to go into town and verify whether the intelligence about the evil Grand Duke Galibodis army coming to attack was true. At the same time, because one of the masked slaves went missing last night, the Galibodi army hiding outside the town began to conduct small-scale searches - the more people they lost at night, the stronger the search force they sent out.

  Normally, killing only one masked slave, Marinas caravan can easily annihilate the encountered patrol team, and the first task assigned to the entrant can be completed very easily.

  However... Fang Lin had already killed twelve masked slaves, and also took out the commander of the Galibadi army who was lurking in ambush! This cant be said to have no relation with his experience of serial killing in the real world. As a result, the evil Duke Galibadis army naturally came out in full force, with an intensity that even made Marinas merchant caravan army collapse!

  At this time, Fang Lin finally saw the sturdy Marce in the chaotic town. This man, who looked as stubborn as a hard rock, had fierce flames burning in his eyes. He loudly shouted and cursed, trying to organize people to carry out rescue work, but panic spread like an epidemic, and the mans efforts ended in failure. It was then that Fang Lin stepped forward with large strides, calmly saying:

  "Ill go with you to save Marina!"

  Ma Erse hesitated for a moment and said:

  "It cant be done by one person."

  Fang Lin gazed into his eyes and said word by word:

  "Then we can go together!"

  A complex, painful and contradictory expression flashed across Ma Ers face, while Fang Lin seemed to have not seen it at all, saying disdainfully:

  "Loving someone is not just about saying it with your mouth."

  Marce was stung by this sentence, and he suddenly grasped Fang Lins collar, panting like a raging bull with bloodshot eyes. However, Fang Lin showed no fear as he stared back at Marce, who took a deep breath and sighed to the sky:

  "Thats right."

  At this time Fang Lins chest felt a heat, and the nightmare seal gave out corresponding hints:

  "Start hidden task: Marces Rescue, Task Difficulty Medium (C Grade). Task Objective: Help Marce meet Marina, Time Limit, Hour."

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