John is an ordinary country of sand and a warrior of the Beast-Ear Clan.

He has the characteristics of a tiger, and is as brave and strong as a tiger.

He once fought against the most dangerous enemies in the most dangerous places.

But the reasoning in the past was absolutely impossible to compare with today's battle.

He was standing on the wall of the King of Sands.

In front of him was an endless warrior of the undead.

He can't remember how long he had been fighting on his post.

But he knew he couldn't stop.

A strong orc warrior in front of him grabbed the long sword that was stabbed in his stomach expressionlessly, and then used the axe in his hand to chop the undead warrior in front of him to the ground.

John admires these powerful orc warriors.

They are simply not human.

John means that when they fight, they are simply beasts!

Anyway, that's what it means.

John had never seen such a brave warrior.

They slashed and fought without mercy, regardless of their own life or death.

It's like ruthless killing machines.

John thought he could not do this.

It is not just yourself, no one can be emotionally unresponsive.

By the way, those chosen ones can.

Because here, when John saw those chosen by God, he would always have only expressions of joy.

But today, those chosen ones are their own comrades!

John raised his shield and met a dead warrior in front of him.

That might be an elf.

But he was already rotten and could not tell what he was like.

He held a big sword in his hand, wore an ordinary top, without any armor defense.

For these undead, there is no need to defend against such things because they are already dead.

The undead will not be afraid of death.

He raised his shield to block the undead warrior's attack.

But unexpectedly, another undead warrior suddenly emerged from behind him.

A long sword slashed his back.

He cut off his leather armor directly.

He felt a burning pain on his back.

The gray magic suddenly emerged behind him.

That's the magic of the undead!

John once saw someone who was captured in such magic.

They will be madly destroyed by this terrifying magic in pain.

Am I going to die?

Maybe, but before I die, I will also pull these two to cull!

John struggled to push away the undead warrior in front of him with his shield, then turned around and slashed, and with his powerful strength, he caught the continued attack of the undead behind him.

I have to say that the power of these undead warriors is really very powerful.

Even more powerful than living people.

He took another axe and finally cut off the head of the undead warrior in front of him.

But the attack behind him could no longer stop it!

But at the critical moment, a figure rushed over:

His head was filled with characters that he couldn't understand.

Just heard him shout:

"Sunzi--!" (Chinese)

Then several undead warriors around them all abandoned their original targets, turned their heads and chopped towards the chosen one!

That's right, this person is the chosen one of God!

During the battle, John gradually mastered the laws of fighting among these god-selected people.

Those who were wearing fully armed armor, holding huge shields, and holding a one-handed sword, even their helmets were tightly worn.

Those who are not afraid of the hot weather are the people among them who are responsible for the injury.

To be honest, just the thing he called out just now.

John almost couldn't help but slash him.

I don't know why, but I just want to cut it.

Fortunately, this idea is not very strong. The current God-Choose is their ally!

The Divine Chosen in these tin cans generally have no strong attack power, but light will continue to emerge from their bodies.

Then those lights seem to offset the damage.

Every once in a while, I shouted "Sunzi!" (Chinese)

Then the undead warriors will continue to attack him.

He was just passively beaten, and even if he fought back, he looked weak and powerless.

And behind this kind of god-selected person who is like canned iron, another kind of god-selected person will definitely follow.

Magicians holding staff, archers holding bows and arrows, warriors wearing light armor, or healers constantly releasing healing magic to help the chosen ones recover from their injuries.

Their division of labor in battle was very clear. Although they worked in teamwork, John looked no different from a scumbag.

But they were fearless and even if their heads were cut off, they had to keep a smile, and then under the magic of the healer who smiled the same.

The scene of him standing up with his smile on his head, then reinstalling it on his neck, and laughing and continuing to fight.

It's really a hundred times more terrifying than the undead warrior!

For some reason, John suddenly felt relieved.

Are all such terrifying candidates on our side? Are you still afraid of natural disasters in the undead?

John thought about this, smiled, and looked at the sky gradually getting darker.

After fighting for a day, he is now injured and plagued by gray magic, and has to sit down and realize that he is exhausted.

Looking into the distance, there are the lights behind you.

I don't know if my son is sleeping well...

He closed his eyes, and the power of life was being pulled away from his body little by little.

But a soft white light flashed on his body.

He could feel the gray magic being expelled in an instant!

Not only that, the wound on his back began to recover slowly!

My injury has been cured?!

John opened his eyes and saw a large-breasted God-Choose in front of him.

With the character "Can you call a beauty if you don't have long legs?" on your head.

With a soft smile, she stretched out her hand to him.

This God-Choose Girl is very beautiful...

John thought so, and reached out and grabbed the hand of the chosen one in front of him, and stood up.

He said sincerely:

"Thank you."

But the chosen one in front of him did not reply to him.

The God-Selected Person with the character "Can you call a beauty if you don't have long legs?" quickly caught up with her companion, and with a laughing expression on her face, she shouted:

"Grassy horses! You guys are stupid and waiting! I'm completing the task of rescuing NPCs, and there are five more. Where are the injured NPCs?! Tell me quickly!" (Chinese)
To be continued...