My father taught me correctly. If you receive training for a long time, the human body will have some natural reactions. These reactions may save your life at critical moments.

If it weren't for my father's teaching and training since childhood, I'd probably have been stabbed to death with one sword in my sleep.

Just now, a long sword stabbed towards himself in his sleep. He picked up the wooden stick at his hand like a conditioned reflex and blocked it.

When I opened my eyes, the long sword shone brightly beside me, and a palpitations rose rapidly from the bottom of my heart. This was really terrible.

I really should thank my father who has been training me for a long time. Holy Light is here. I wish him well. I still don’t know what I have done just now. You should know that the long sword looks so sharp. If it pierces my body, it will definitely be a hole.

The owner of the long sword was standing outside the room. The corpse at the door hindered its movement, causing it to use this method to end its life. Unfortunately, it was so lucky that it was awakened in a dream.

This is a skeleton soldier of the Dead, wearing the standard equipment, weapons, leggings, boots and shoulder blades of the Scourge Legion soldiers, oh, belts and helmets. God knows why the Dead still wears such neat equipment. Could it be that his master has obsessive-compulsive disorder? Now the Scourge soldier is trying hard to get over the corpse of the Dark Dog, but unfortunately his joints without flesh are really hard to do these movements.

No! In my last impression, I must have died in the army of undead, right? How could I be here so much? And what about my mail and weapons?

Alas, forget it, I guess I lost it, but it’s a pity that my father made it for me.

My mother doesn’t know if it’s good or not now, it’s all evil natural disasters!

My name is Lock Harvey. I am from Jingmi Town in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. My mother is the daughter of a little noble, and my father is the sheriff of Jingmi Town. It is said that my father participated in the Orc War and was a member of the Knights of the Silver Hands. I don’t know whether it is true or not. My father never talks about it in front of me. I am just an ordinary young soldier everywhere in the Kingdom. Oh, no, I am also a Paladin. Although the Holy Light responded to me at the ceremony, I did not react later. But I always demanded myself according to the Paladin’s creed. The final ideal is to find a charming wife who is as beautiful as Selene, the daughter of the mayor. A perfect life should be like this, if there is no natural disaster.

I'm talking nonsense. Is it because I'm going to die? So I think so much?

But the problem now is that outside the room where I am now, there is a skeleton of the Scourge Corps. I am about to kill me, but I don’t know if it is left alone or premeditated. There may be some downstairs. How can I solve this problem? What should I do? Don’t panic! My father said that when something happens, you must be calm. Only a calm mind can think of a solution to the problem.

By the way! I still have a wooden stick, but after looking at the long sword in the skeleton rack, I instinctively swallowed my saliva. The wooden stick had a deep gap because of the block just now. It is hard to say whether it could be used again. It is correct, after all, it is just used to deal with low-level beasts. Suddenly I had a plan, and the skeleton was clumsyly trying to flip through the pile of corpses of the dark dog. If this is the case...

Of course, all the above are in my mind.

I put the wooden stick in my hand towards the natural disaster soldiers, then bent down and dragged the corpse of the dark dog on the ground at the door into the room. The legs of the skeleton rack were still on the corpse of the dog. As a result, it was obvious that the skeleton rack blocked the flying wooden stick. Just because I pulled the corpse of the dark dog away, I fell heavily. Before I could think about it, I rushed forward and pressed on the skeleton rack. It hurts. This white boned skeleton was like a stone, and the body was so painful that it had just been bandaged. The wound almost collapsed again.

Inside the hole with the mail helmet under me, a pair of beating blue flames staring at me.

I clearly remembered that Hollens told me on the way that these skeleton soldiers of the undead natural disaster and those brainless zombies were the lowest-level soldiers, driven by pure soul fire. They were slow and stiff in movements, low in intelligence, weak in strength, and no magic at all.

Weak power...weak power...weak power...weak power...

But the bone-skeleton under me was obviously different from what he said. A huge force surged up from under me. I felt that what I suppressed was not a skeleton, but an extremely powerful elephant.

There is no doubt that I was kicked out and hit the opposite wall. The collision between my body and the wall even caused a small earthquake.

Oh, of course, it was limited to this room, and the severe pain spread throughout the body. The wound began to soak in blood again. The pain made my whole body twitch, and then I fainted. I quickly shook my head and drove out the feeling. The skeleton opposite was trying to stand up and pick up the sword it fell on the ground. I also got up in a hurry. In my shaking vision, the guy had not yet gotten up. He was really slow to move, but this was not weak, and he was brainless.

I ran over in a hurry. The earthquake in my body had not passed yet, and I still felt a little bad.

Finally, before the skeleton got up, I kicked the sword hard. It was not that I didn’t pick it up, but that I really didn’t dare to pick it up. I was afraid that if I picked it up, it would be thrown to death.

While I was doing these, the skeleton also stood up. Without weapons, it was not affected at all. It was still coming towards me. It seemed that I was preparing to fight to kill me with hand-to-hand combat, and my strength was indeed not as good as it now. Or I might not be able to beat it with three more.

These skeletons also have weaknesses. For example, if the joints are broken, the hands and feet are broken after being broken. If they can blow up their heads, they will die because the soul fire is very fragile and will dissipate when hit, and the undead will be purified.

Oh! Holy Light is on I understand why they are wearing armor.

Seeing the skeleton coming, I gritted my teeth and rushed to look, and flew up and put it on the kneecap of its left leg. There was mail on its knee, and I had no choice. At the same time, I understood a truth that in the natural disaster of the undead, some low-level soldiers were not wise.

"Crack!" Even though the mail protects the kneecap, the skeleton still fell down and pressed on me. It seemed that I had the right bet. Even if its knees had armor defense, they were still weak without flesh and blood. However, this skeleton was really heavy. Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the undead used its bone hands to pinch my neck. No matter how I resisted it, I grabbed it with my hand. I felt my hand grabbing its mail helmet. I pulled it down with my hand. The skeleton exposed its skull, and the flexible fire in the two eye sockets was jumping violently. Its mouth sounded "e, eh" sound.

God knows how they make sounds.

But now, the undead had already pinched me to breathe. At the critical moment, I felt a handful of cold things in my right hand.

Long sword! The coldness in my mind turned around and I thought about it.

I used my right hand to pull the sword, hurry up, hurry up, pick it up! I shouted in my heart because I felt that I couldn't support it anymore, my eyes had already started to darken, and finally my fingers hooked the sword to the hilt.

He grabbed the long sword with his right hand and smashed it hard on the skeleton's head.

"Do it!" It's like the sound of a watermelon being shattered by force, the undead's head was smashed, and the bones slags swelled up my face!

Without the protection of the mail helmet, the head became a weakness. The long sword easily shattered the back of its head and cut the soul fire. The undead's hand stopped instantly, and then it fell heavily on me, almost killing me.

I sat up, touched my neck and coughed loudly. Oh my God, I almost died. The holy light is on. I must pray well later.

I sat up and gasped, watching the undead warrior.

Its bones and head was broken, and the soul fire inside dissipated in the air at a visible level of the naked eye. This evil creature was finally punished by me.

I gasped for a few breaths and looked at the skeletons and the corpses of the dark dog on the ground in a daze.

Wait! The situation is not right! I hurriedly got up, picked up the long sword that was falling to the corner of the wall, and held it in my hand.

What happened to the corpse of the dark dog on the ground here? And how did the wounds come from me? Why don’t I remember any of them? And my weapons, my mail!

There seem to be too many wrong things!

this?

Hiss, my head hurts so much, just like someone stirring it in it with a stick. Did he accidentally bump into it?

However! You can put this matter aside for now, but you can't stay here anymore. The corpse and blood of the dark dog may have spread with the air. This is the delicacy of the undead natural disaster!

The nearby skeleton racks of the Undead Natural Disaster and the brainless zombies will definitely come to check them out. Maybe there will be undead mages coming here and you must leave! Change a place to hide.

Before leaving, I had to arm myself. I used the long sword in my hand, Bala, the undead skeleton, to find some useful things. Unfortunately, there is nothing else worth searching for in the undead except the mail on it. Of course, if you don’t feel disgusting, the mail equipment is also good. After wearing it, the mail covers the position, it will definitely not be easily injured. But who knows how many dead people it was pulled out from and how many people’s hands passed? There are dead people and living people, so I still don’t consider it.

I stumbled down the stairs, and the blood of the dark dog on the stairs flowed down the stairs, flowing into the hall on the first floor, and outside the house. I hope there will be no bad things.

And when I was down the stairs, I was unfortunately convinced that the light blue moonlight shone in, showing a different kind of beauty. Of course, if it weren't for the two skeletons with white bones.

The lowest-level soldiers of the undead natural disaster had just walked in. They had the same equipment and shape. Only two eye holes were exposed in the mail helmet on their heads, and there was a jumping blue light inside.

What frustrated me the most was that they raised their heads and in the black hole in the helmet's eye sockets, the blue soul fire locked me tightly, but was still revealed and there was no way out.

The supreme holy light, I am only eighteen years old this year, not because I am afraid of death, but even if I want to die, I will die vigorously and have some value! I am dying here like this today, I am really unwilling to be in such a remote place! What's more, I haven't confessed my love to the woman I like!

Selene, goodbye, you should be in Fireplace Valley now. Alas, do you still remember my son, the sheriff? What a pity that I will never see you again, goodbye.

Just as I closed my eyes and was about to accept my fate, my father's words suddenly rang loudly in my ears.

"Coward! Coward! The Harvey family's face has been lost! Stand up! Pick up the weapon, the Harvey family's men did not die on their stoop!"

"Don't panic! Use your brain more! Think about what I usually teach you."

Father! I murmured in a low voice.

Yes! I've died once! Am I afraid of dying again?!

Finally, I calmed down and turned around and ran upstairs. I thought of a solution to the current dilemma. No matter whether it is possible or not, I always have to try it first.

Behind me, there was also the sound of the undead skeleton running. I took the time to look back and take a look... Holy Light! These natural disasters of the undead actually ran away! Aren't you favoring your devout believers? Didn't you say they won't run?

There are rumors that these skeleton soldiers dare not run wildly because intense activities may cause loose skeletons on their bodies and completely dissipate at critical moments. However, the skeletons in front of them did not have this concern, and they ran slowly.

Although they were trotting and their movements were very unfamiliar, they started running after all! Damn it! If I were in a wide place, I would have many ways to make you mess around, but now, I should go upstairs to implement the plan first.

I climbed to the top of the stairs with both hands and feet, and the small living room on the second floor.
Chapter completed!