The skeleton kicked Major backwards. The original intention was to destroy Major's center of gravity, making it impossible for him to carry out the next offensive move and make it difficult for him to avoid the skeleton's subsequent moves.
But Major's physical condition made him completely ignore this move. Major was only slightly distracted, caught a glimpse of the skeleton's fatal blow, and quickly stepped back, twisting his waist and turning sideways.
The long knife sliced across the tip of Major's nose with a sound of wind.
Major tapped his toes and retreated sharply.
The skeleton was unwilling to give up. Two small steps caught up with him, and he struck again with a few more blows. His moves were exquisite and sharp, and they always struck from an unexpected angle.
Major was in a hurry, performing difficult gymnastics moves continuously, flipping up and down, dodging left and right, sometimes turning in the air, sometimes lowering his waist and doing splits, without the ability to parry or fight back.
At this time, Major finally understood. It turned out that Silver Tower's basic dagger fighting skills were as good as a child fighting with a stick in front of a skeleton.
In the past few days since he came to this world, Major has experienced many battles, big and small, but they were either asymmetrical battles, such as cleaning up Andre's gang and the Red Wall City gangster group. Or he used his trump card to attack, with two rings.
With skills such as "Absolute Heat" and "Absolute Shock", battles always end quickly.
In a real head-to-head confrontation with the enemy, Major's weakness of extreme lack of experience and skills was clearly revealed. In front of the skeleton, Major had no time or opportunity to use rings and skills. Three of his four trump cards were completely immune to undead creatures, and the rest were completely immune to the undead.
The absolute high temperature below made Major doubtful that it would have much effect.
Major was hiding and retreating, and was slowly being forced into the corner by the skeleton while rolling and crawling. His mind was racing, thinking about ways to deal with the skeleton.
Using dagger fighting skills to fight skeletons one after another is definitely hopeless. Then he can only use his best skill - street fighting skills.
Major made up his mind and dodged twice in a row. When the skeleton was about to retract its sword and was about to launch its next move, he rushed over with a roar.
The skeleton reacted very quickly, and immediately changed its moves in an instant. The slash that was originally intended to be a big slash turned into a diagonal swing with the knife, both defensive and offensive, and the blade struck Major's hands.
This was what Major wanted. He advanced instead of retreating and grabbed the skeleton's blade with his right hand. The blade opened a long cut in the palm of his hand, and a stream of blood flowed out along the blade.
Major held the blade tightly.
The skeleton was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously retracted the knife inward, but his pure physical strength was far inferior to that of Major. The blade was held by Major and did not move at all.
Major laughed, twisted his wrist, and the skull's wrist bones shattered with a click. He pulled the knife over and swung it outward. With a buzzing sound, the long knife cut through the air, nailed it to the wall, and sank into the wall for more than ten years.
centimeters.
He clenched his fists and approached the skeleton with a grin.
A swordsman who has lost his sword is more helpless than a girl who has been stripped naked.
But the skeleton looked very bachelor. The long knife was released. The green fire in its eyes burst out, seeming to inspire fighting spirit. It stretched out its fists and placed them on its chin, making a boxing movement, and bit by bit under its feet.
He looks quite like a boxer.
But in hand-to-hand combat, Major had no chance.
When Skeleton saw Major approaching, he gave a tentative jab with his left hand, then quickly retracted the punch in mid-air, and hit Major in the face with a powerful and heavy punch from his right hand.
Its movements are much faster than Andre's, but in Major's eyes, although it is not as slow as a turtle, it is similar to the movements of a five or six-year-old child.
He stretched out his left arm, clamped the skeleton's right arm, stretched out his left foot to step on the skeleton's right foot, and raised his right fist to punch the skeleton's ribs.
After two or three passes, the ribs on both sides of the skeleton were reduced to a pile of bone residue. Now, apart from the head, there is only one spine left on the upper body of the skeleton with two hands hanging on it. It looks very funny.
The skeleton actually wanted to fight back, and slapped Major with his left hand weakly. Major didn't care, and after breaking all its ribs, he grabbed its left arm, used both arms together, and with a click, the skeleton arm was removed from the skeleton.
The skull was torn off.
He knew that the skeleton's limbs could still move after being detached, so to avoid further trouble, he simply broke them into several sections and scattered them on the ground.
The skeleton was no longer a threat at this time, with only two legs supporting its spine and one head. It was spinning helplessly on the ground. After two circles, it actually ran to the long knife inserted into the wall and bit it with its mouth.
Holding the handle of the knife, I want to pull the knife out.
Major was moved by its indomitable spirit, walked over, pulled out a knife, and chopped off its head.
His head rolled on the ground a few times and fell in the corner. The green fire in his eyes dimmed, and his jaw still opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something.
Major thought that this kind of undead creature would probably never die unless it was purified, so he didn't bother to care about it. He walked into the hut where it came out to see what good things were inside - there are usually treasures in places protected by monsters.
Yes.
As soon as he entered the house, he was disappointed. The furnishings in the hut were all at a glance. Not to mention treasures, there was not even anything of value. Broken armor and pieces of clothing were scattered everywhere on the ground. There was a small table in the middle of the room.
There is a chair and some fresh fruits, bread and other food on the table.
Strange! How come there is fresh food in the tomb?
Major walked over and took a look. There was a note on the table, which read: Quasi-Watcher, congratulations on coming here. I have prepared a small gift to restore your strength. Papaliunas.
How considerate!
Major felt that he was really a little hungry, and pure mental work consumes a lot of energy. You know, the brain consumes 30% of the total energy consumption of the human body. Since we are now in a pure illusion, everything
The senses are very real, so it is natural to eat something to replenish your physical strength.
In fact, Major was just greedy. He had been in this world for a few days and had not eaten anything properly. When he saw such a fresh and lovely apple, his mouth watered.
He picked up an apple casually, raised it to his mouth, and turned around to continue checking the cabin.
Engraved on the wall behind him are several lines of powerful writing:
"Later, by the time you read this passage, my body should have decayed. If my soul still exists, please take me back to Poplar Town and give me to my mother, Emily Monroe.
Windosa Monroe was born on September 4, 994 in the early lunar calendar.
Also: The food on the table is poisonous, don’t eat it.”
Major was so frightened that he almost took a bite of the apple beside his mouth. He quickly spit it out, threw it far away, and spat several times.
your sister!
Could you tell me earlier!
That skeleton should be the author of this passage, Windosa Munroe. From the tone of his voice, it seems that he was a person who participated in the test before. He died here after eating poisonous food. The following few handwritings have been scrawled and are obviously poisonous.
The effect was very strong. Monroe carved the words immediately after discovering the poison, but he could only hold on for a few minutes. However, using only the strength of his body to carve words on the hard wall with a long knife, his skill is worthy of admiration.
The question is, since it is the food placed by Papaliunas, how can it be poisonous? Is this also a part of the test of wisdom? Is it a test of alertness?
It barely made sense, but Major still had some doubts deep down in his heart. Judging from the first two links of the previous test, such a direct and vicious project would not be set up. But Papaliunas’s warning seemed to be true.
There will be consequences more terrible than death.
However, Windosa Monroe had a conscience and did not forget to remind future generations when he died. With this thought, it was worthy of fulfilling his last wish.
But the question is, where is his soul? Even if there is a soul, what container should be used to hold it? Major scratched his head, this question has exceeded his cognitive scope, what the heck, take the skull's head back to him
Mother is enough to comfort her. If she really has a soul, it should be hidden in her head.
Major walked out of the hut, picked up the skull, and wiped it clean with his sleeve.
The green fire in the skull's eyes has dimmed a lot and no longer looks like it's burning, but it still looks like it actually has a soul.
Why are you beating me when I have a soul? Major said to it, then he laughed, stuffed the skeleton into his backpack, and moved on.
…
After walking for a few minutes, a strange wall blocked the way.
This wall sealed the passage tightly. Major went to pat it and found that it was made of hard bricks and did not sound hollow.
Along the way, I didn't find any other side roads.
The shape of this wall is unique and unique. The one meter square area in the middle is not made of ordinary bricks, but is made of square bricks with a side length of about ten centimeters with various animals and plants carved on the surface. There are also
There are many empty holes, as if they were left intentionally by craftsmen.
There is a pile of these bricks in a corner of the ground.
Obviously, the wall in front of you is the real test of this link.
Major picked up a brick on the ground and put it into a hole. The brick was made with exquisite craftsmanship. The four sides were very regular and fit the hole perfectly. He tried to pull it out, but it was easily pulled out.
He counted the holes in the wall, there were 54 in total, and then counted the bricks on the ground, no more, no less, exactly 54.
The designer's intention is obvious, which is to fill these bricks into the holes according to a certain pattern, and the wall will open.