Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 415 Fantasy

The scorching sunlight blazed down, stinging my sore and swollen eyes, and making my brain feel dizzy.

In a daze, the strong scent emanating from the tip of his nose awakened a sliver of reason in Yaro.

The scent was like the fragrance of flowers, the stench of medicine, and even more like the sweet and pungent smell of blood.

"What does it taste like?"

Yaro instinctively wanted to investigate further, but his tense muscles, pounding heart, rapid breathing... all his physical conditions were constantly sending dangerous signals to his brain!
"careful!"

Yaro seemed to hear someone calling out anxiously.

Reason didn't have time to process it; the fighting instincts in his muscles had already issued a warning—danger behind him, roll to the side!

He shielded his face with his arms, bent over to reduce the exposed area of ​​his body, and then unleashed all his strength to quickly dodge to the side!

No need to think too much at all.

With skillful control, the body first touches the ground with the side of the shoulder and back, then rolls diagonally along the back, releasing the force before the knees hit the ground, and then smoothly rising up as the knees touch the ground.

After a series of fluid and graceful movements, Yaro realized he was indeed unharmed. Just as a flicker of smug satisfaction rose in his heart, he heard another chorus of praise around him:
"The general is mighty!"

who? Who is speaking?

Yaro's head seemed a little heavy.

He squinted slightly, looking around through the dazzling sunlight.

—What met my eyes was a pale white expanse, with only some blurry white human figures faintly visible.

Like an ancient battlefield?
A question flashed through Yaro's mind, and his vision blurred inexplicably, as if he were gradually adjusting to the light...

"What's happening here!"

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Yaro's forehead, and he couldn't help but swear.

In the distance, countless banners stood tall!
One by one, barbarians clad in snow-white sheepskins, with rugged appearances and menacing spears and halberds, were attacking him with overwhelming force!
Boom-!
Boom-!
Boom-!
……

The muffled thuds were indistinguishable from thunder, war drums, heartbeats, or footsteps!

...Wait a minute, aren't their clothes too white?

Just as a flicker of doubt crossed Yaro's mind, someone beside him immediately shouted anxiously:

"General! What... what should we do! You went to attack Caogu yesterday and killed... your favorite son. They've come for revenge!"

Oh, so he was wearing mourning clothes.

Who is the '...' he's talking about?
Never mind, it's not an important little thing.

Yaro felt like something was off about his current state... yet it also felt fine?

Just like being drunk, the main consciousness is no longer disturbed by trivial thoughts, and the brain is heavy yet exceptionally 'clear'.

But precisely because it is so 'clear', in a short time, the brain will only give one or two options that need to be judged, and ignore the other questions.

That's why many drunk people shout, "I'm not drunk, I'm perfectly sober!"

Yes, the mind is indeed very clear, but also very stupid; it can be understood as 'clear-headed stupidity'.

So Yaro didn't recall his previous thoughts at all, nor did he notice anything amiss... He even felt very relaxed and his thinking speed was very fast?

Just like now, Yaro immediately 'thought' of it: facing such a number of enemies in this flat plain, there was no point in running away.

But... should we go to war?

Even when he was 'drunk,' Yaro couldn't bring himself to say the word 'war' in the face of the sheer number of people whipping him and stopping the flow of the river.

"General!"

Yaro turned back.

Oh, he's a low-ranking soldier, his name is... what was it again?

"General!"

Yaro looked up and saw a burly man carrying a flag.

The flag was black, with a blood-red character embroidered on it... Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the character 'Zhou'.

The banner of the general is the flag of the commander. The presence of the banner indicates that the commander is present.

Looking along the flag, there was a group of soldiers with resolute eyes... about thirty or forty men.

...Wait, thirty or forty people?

Judging from your appearance, you still want to charge?
Are you all so brave?

Yaro felt even more dizzy.

But the barbarians on the other side were about to charge, and it seemed that there was no other way but to charge.
The burly man carrying the flag shouted:

"General, there are still many women and children in the city. We are doomed to die, so what is there to regret? Why not charge back into the enemy camp, get away from the city, and leave a way for the women and children to survive?"
Yaro felt his blood rush to his head, and his mind became crystal clear!
Indeed! To sing a triumphant song before death, to be wrapped in a horse's hide—is that not a fortunate thing?
Yaro drew his longsword and shouted, "Fight!"

The soldiers roared in unison: "Fight!"

Crowds surged, warhorses neighed...

Huh?
Where is the horse?

The doubts had barely formed when Yaro had already charged into the enemy camp!

Without a second thought, muscle memory controlled my body to immediately swing the sword!

"kill!"

With a single sweep of the sword, blood and flesh flew everywhere!
……

[Ding! Defeat the enemy and gain 6 experience points]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy and gain 5 experience points]

……

So weak, only this much experience points...

As this faint thought flashed through his mind, an uncontrollable killing intent inexplicably surged within Yaro.

can!
I can kill them all!
A sinister smile unconsciously crept onto Yaro's lips, revealing a set of chilling white teeth.

The barbarian soldiers, brandishing their ring-bladed swords and shouting incomprehensible words, surged forward like a tidal wave!
Yaro maintained his familiar breathing rhythm and continued walking slowly.

Then, the slow walk turned into a jog, and then the jog turned into a sprint!

Raise your sword and slash upwards!
"kill!"

The burly barbarian soldier was as fragile as a piece of paper and was instantly split in two!
[Ding! Defeat the enemy and gain 6 experience points]

Hot blood splattered onto Yaro's face, and he instinctively licked it.

sweet!
Yaro smiled.

The blood-stained face became even more ferocious.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Without pausing, Yaro moved like a dragon in flight, his sword flashing like a startled swan; wherever his cold light shone, it was dazzling!

[Ding! Defeat the enemy and gain 5 experience points]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy and gain 6 experience points]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy and gain 5 experience points]

……

tread!
"Ok?"

A faint sound of footsteps was suddenly caught by Yaro.

Yaro kept his hands busy, secretly observing from the corner of his eye.

"He was also dressed in white, but his footsteps were noticeably heavier... He was wearing armor; he was a barbarian general!"

The barbarian general hiding among the white-clad soldiers appeared and disappeared at different times, behaving somewhat strangely.

"Are you taking a stroll on the battlefield?" Yaro thought to himself, but pretended not to know and didn't look at him, letting him wander around aimlessly.

After several attempts, the barbarian general seemed to be certain that Yaro could not find him, and his courage inexplicably grew. He stood at a short distance away and drew his bow.

call out--!
Yaro casually brushed past him, ignoring him.

call out--!
Yaro easily knocked away and continued his slaughter.

"Is it because the distance is too far?"

The barbarian general was somewhat puzzled and cautiously approached with his longbow in hand.

But when he raised his longbow again, Yaro was nowhere to be seen!

"Where have you gone?"

The barbarian looked on with suspicion.

What are you looking at?

Accompanied by a mocking voice, a cold wind blew straight down the barbarian's neck.

"!!!"

The barbarian general suddenly turned around.

(End of this chapter)