On the dim street, dripping with rain, the pale yellow light stretched the figures of the two pedestrians on the road very long.
The short bow cannot touch water, so just wrap it in the cloth bag given by the stall owner and put it on your shoulder. The quiver doesn't matter. There is a buckle to seal the opening. Water will not get in. You can just put it on your back. As for the cross sword, it is also provided.
The leather scabbard can be hung on the waist.
Now Geer's appearance no longer looks like a nobleman, but more like a shabby soldier, full of rustic style.
Next to Geer is a tall, thin young man, who is leading the way for him one step ahead.
This man called himself Morad and claimed that he had a large number of antique weapons with questionable origins. However, due to various problems, these items were not suitable to appear directly on the market, so people like Morad could only be sent to various markets.
Find customers who are interested in such items, and then bring them to your door to view the goods and purchase them.
After going to an antique store this time and returning disappointed, he finally found a cross sword with special energy at a flea market, which suddenly broadened Ger's mind.
If you can't find what you want in places like antique stores, you can go to places like the black market. The flea market just now is a type of black market. Places like the black market are always filled with a lot of things with questionable origins.
, the price is relatively cheap, but there are also many fakes. Buyers need to have a pair of eyes that can distinguish between true and false, otherwise they can only blame themselves even if they buy the wrong one. But this is not a problem for Geer at all, anyway, he
You don't care about the value of the item at all, and you don't need to identify the authenticity at all, as long as it has that special energy.
After Morad made the invitation, Geer specifically asked the stall owner just now and confirmed that Morad was indeed the agent in this market of a group that specializes in selling antiques of unknown origin.
Now that the opportunity is in front of him, Geer wouldn't mind taking a look. It would be great if he could still encounter energy weapons.
After following Morad like this for nearly half an hour, there were no other pedestrians on the road except the two of them, and the street lights began to become sparse. Sometimes there was only one dozens of meters away, making the road ahead even darker.
.
Geer began to feel inexplicably uneasy, and a cold feeling slowly wrapped around his body, just like the feeling after being entangled by the Ghana Demon Snake in his previous life. Every time he foresees danger, he will
Have this feeling.
"How long do we have to go?" Geer stopped and said coldly. At this moment, he chose to believe his feelings.
"Ah, it won't be long. It's just in the alley in front. I'm sorry, I know the road is a bit far, but you have to know that our industry is not easy to mix. The only place we can choose is this far and remote..."
Morad apologized to Geer again and again, his attitude was extremely sincere, but in the eyes of Geer, who had raised his vigilance to the highest level, he always felt that there was a mysterious look on that blurry face.
"Enable active detection analysis!"
"Active detection analysis is on. This function will consume 1% of energy every five minutes. Each use requires additional energy. Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
"The function is activated, please issue the command."
“Judge the authenticity of the other person’s words and expressions.”
"The model is being established... The model is established, the simulation is carried out, and the physiological data of the subject is obtained... The data collection is completed, and the analysis operation begins... After the analysis, the probability of the other party lying is 93%, it is judged that there is no aggressive tendency, and it is judged to be an unfriendly creature
…”
In just a short moment, Geer had relied on his biological brain to see through everything about Morad.
"Oh, that's good." Geer responded nonchalantly, then shook the umbrella in his hand as if casually, suddenly raised his head and made a surprised and slightly angry voice: "Hey, why is this new umbrella leaking?
"
"Water leaking? Then change it to mine." Morad quickly stepped forward.
"That's fine."
Geer replied calmly, deliberately maintaining an aristocratic dissatisfaction in his attitude, and handed over his umbrella.
Just when the umbrella was about to reach Morad's hand, Geer suddenly let go of his hand, causing the umbrella to fall to the ground. This small change attracted Morad's attention.
At this moment, Geer suddenly shook, and with lightning speed, he pulled out the newly acquired cross sword with his right hand, put it on Morad's neck, and pushed him back.
Morad was also stunned by this sudden change, but the cold feeling from the steel touching his neck made him subconsciously follow Geer's power and retreat sharply until his back hit a street tree on the roadside.
Stopped.
"Who sent you here?" Geer's voice was very low.
"You...you...what did you say? I can't understand?" Morad replied with difficulty.
"The probability of the target lying is 98%, the friendliness has dropped, and it is judged to be a hostile creature." The biological brain's prompt sounded immediately.
"Who sent you here!" Geer's voice became as cold as the cold wind.
Just when Morad continued to deny, Geer directly made a fist and gave him a heavy blow on the nose. Then when he subconsciously covered his face with his hands, the sword left his neck and stabbed downwards, hitting him straight.
Morad's thigh twisted violently after the steel entered the flesh...
Morad's scream was extremely shrill, but it was obscured by the sound of rain and slowly dissipated before it spread far.
Although the sword has been broken and is no longer sharp, steel is still not something that flesh and blood can compete with, and its weak blade will only bring more pain to Morad.
"Who sent you here?" Geer continued to repeat word by word, and the sword touched Morad's neck again. This time it was not only the coldness of steel, but also the warmth of blood.
"No, no, I'm from the Brotherhood of Steel, you can't hurt me, don't...ah...don't! I say! I say!"
Morad rubbed again, and Geer repeated the last action on his other intact thigh.
"explain!"
"I said it, I said it." Morad took a few breaths: "It's Bullid, the butcher Bullid. He asked me to come, and he took you to the designated place. I don't know the rest. I swear,
I really do not know!"
"Who is Bullide? Why did you come to me?"
While he was talking, Geer suddenly felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his head, and his scalp was numb, as if a knife was being thrust directly between his eyebrows, causing a cold and stinging pain.
"Left side, dodge."
The biological brain instantly transmits a piece of data to Geer.
Without any hesitation, Geer quickly rolled his body sideways and threw himself to the left.
Woo!
The sound of a sharp blade rapidly cutting through the air reached his ears, and then a throwing weapon opened up the rain curtain and passed by the position where Geer had just stepped aside. The chill so close at hand made Geer feel that his hair stood on end.
stand up.
puff!
The sound of a sharp blade entering the body was heard, followed by Morad's shrill scream.
Turning around, he saw that a throwing ax had cut deeply into Morad's chest, almost cutting his body in half. Judging from the exposed part of the throwing ax, it was presumed that it had penetrated Morad's body.
Entered the tree.
Geer's face turned pale, and he lay on the ground dripping with rain, gasping for air. The cold sweat and rain all over his body mixed into a wet patch.
Death is so close!
If he had not followed the prompts of his biological brain to dodge at that moment, or even just slowed down a little, Morad's current situation would have been his result.
"No, Bullide, I curse you, I curse you, will the Brotherhood of Steel let you go... No..."
"Right side, avoid."
Just when Morad's voice fell, the next prompt from the biological brain sounded again.
There was no gap time. The next attack was about to arrive. Geer's body immediately tensed up and rolled over.
The same sound as the previous attack came immediately. This time the throwing ax hit the ground, and the broken stones that popped up hit Geer's face with pain.
"Huh?" A middle-aged man's voice came through the rain curtain, seeming a little surprised that Geer had avoided his attacks twice in a row.
The sound of rapid footsteps extended towards Geer from a distance. It was obvious that the attacker was preparing to close the distance to launch the next wave of attacks after two long-range attacks failed.
"Get down."
Just when Geer was about to stand up and deal with the attacker, the prompt sounded again at the right time.
He buried his head heavily into the water on the ground, and then a short ax flew silently over Geer. If he had just stood up, he would have been cut in half.
"What the hell!" came the attacker's curse.
Geer didn't dare to delay, so he turned over and stood up. This time there was no warning sound, allowing him to clearly see the appearance of the attacker who was already within ten meters.
He was a strong middle-aged man with a beard, a bald head, and a bare upper body. His muscles were tangled and twisted, glowing with strange colors in the dim environment.
The middle-aged man held a straight-edged saber, strode forward, shortened the distance between the two people to almost nothing in a few steps, and slashed at Geer's head with a whistling sound.
"Block the head."
Geer raised the hand holding the sword as quickly as possible, placing the sword blade above his head and tensed his muscles to face the impact.
clang!
An extremely violent force came from the cross-broken sword, like a turbulent ocean tide. Geer almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, and his body involuntarily stepped back. He took several steps back before he stabilized his body, his face flushed.
, a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth.
"Target analysis completed, target attributes: 1.5, agility 1.1, constitution 2.0, weapons: straight knife, throwing axe (consumed), target is extremely dangerous, medium and close range threats are great. Suggestion: first choice, escape; backup
Plan to enter complex terrain for long-distance combat."
"Master!" After coming to this conclusion, Geer's first reaction was the same as the first option mentioned by the biological brain, which was to run away.
But the smell of blood at the corner of his mouth and the situation where his life was in danger at any time actually made Geer tremble. It was not fear, but a kind of excitement directly transmitted from his soul.
Longing for battle, longing for blood, longing for the intertwining of life and death...
That's right, the monster in Geer's soul was finally released, and the elite warrior in the apocalypse finally appeared in this world. All the nerves in his body were cheering, and the real and unreal feeling that had been forcibly suppressed after coming to this world was
No longer needs to be hidden.
"Sure enough, I am this kind of person! This world needs this kind of me! Come on, let's have a good fight! Use your or my blood to commemorate this memorable moment!"
Geer faced the attacker's follow-up attack and showed a bright smile.