The mighty lord of online games

Chapter 200 Panic
Falcao wanted to bully him, but later because the two knights recognized Rolf, they were frightened by Rolf's reputation.

This made Zhang Qiang feel the importance of personal strength and prestige. It is not that you become a noble knight or have a title to convince people. This world depends on personal strength.

But he was already working hard, but he found that he couldn't improve his personal strength no matter what. For some reason, could it be that only by killing enemies, gaining experience points, and meritorious deeds can he improve his personal strength?
Zhang Qiang found himself stuck in a bottleneck situation. Although he already had the combat effectiveness of a 16th-level fighter and a first-level strength, he still felt that he was not deficient in some aspects.

As he thought about it, he fell asleep.

During his drowsiness, he heard a miserable cry outside as if someone was dying.

He thought he was dreaming, but the sound was getting louder and louder.

In a daze, Zhang Qiang suddenly sat up from the tent. Yes, someone was killed, and he let out that shrill scream.

He hurriedly put on his clothes and put on his armor. Before he could get dressed, he walked out of the tent. A black arrow shaft with an arm length tore through the curtain of the tent like a ghost, and shot at him head-on.

Zhang Qiang was stunned immediately, it was too fast, he could only dodge instinctively, and the arrow shot into his shoulder.

A huge force knocked Zhang Qiang down the tent, and he flew about seven or eight meters before stopping. The tent was torn apart, and Zhang Qiang hit a panicked militiaman heavily. With a "click" sound, he fell to the ground.

He was thrown dizzy, but what was terrifying was not the unknown arrow, the unknown enemy.

It was the huge suction brought by the arrow, yes, it was sucking its own vitality, a black arrow shaft turned into a blood-red jade arrow in an instant, as if the arrow shaft was Hollow jade is generally made.

The uncontrollable fear before death instantly penetrated into his heart, and Zhang Qiang couldn't help but let out the scream of fear before death that he had heard before.

The sound penetrates the night sky, which contains fear, fear, horror, helplessness, as well as the desire and nostalgia for life.

What makes people even more desperate is that there is a ghostly war horse, covered in moon silver chain armor, and a tall knight wrapped in black armor, wielding a huge sickle-like weapon, like harvesting wheat In the same way, he leaned over with his horse, and swished every person who had no arrows out of the tent, cut off his waist, or cut off his head.

Zhang Qiang raised his head, and happened to be looking at the galloping knight. The knight's eyes were like a pair of shining black gemstones, shining brightly, with a cold light like lightning, like a horse, sweeping back and forth at the people on the road on both sides. .

"Do not--"

Zhang Qiang yelled forcefully, and threw the combat dagger in his hand towards the opponent, "Dang" as expected, the combat dagger did not cause damage to the opponent, but only slowed down the opponent's marching speed.

Zhang Qiang threw out his dagger, retreated quickly, and jumped into the dense forest.

Use the tall trees to dodge the knight's attack.

"Ah..." Zhang Qiang collided with someone. Zhang Qiang vaguely saw that it was James. He was also very flustered. He didn't even wear armor, and he was accompanied by two light infantrymen.

They were fully dressed, but they were obviously frightened, and without weapons in their hands, they just ran away in a panic after James.

Seeing James fell to the ground, they didn't bother to help them, and ran away in panic. They probably wanted to use the division of troops to win a chance for themselves and let the knights choose which one to chase.

Zhang Qiang grabbed James and continued to run forward, remembering that his militia troops were on the left and the mercenary camp was on the right. Zhang Qiang thought about it for a while, and then ran to the left.

The militia was directly under him, so he had a certain degree of loyalty. The mercenaries probably would have resisted or scattered under such an attack. In short, Zhang Qiang felt that they were unreliable.

I blame myself for being careless. The tent was not set up in the middle of the troops, but on the edge of the hillside woodland. I wanted to see the situation of Falcao's camp below the woodland in time, so as to get in touch with them in time.

Now it seems that my choice is so stupid. Maybe I don’t move the camp and mix with Falcao and the others. There are many people and strength, so I won’t be so embarrassed. At least when others are attacked, they have time to form a team. To deal with the enemy, at this time, there were only him and James, and he was injured.

And that damned arrow brought me not only pain, but also numbness and stiffness, as if the rest of my blood was going to be frozen by this arrow.

The action is getting slower and slower.

Zhang Qiang dragged James, who seemed to have lost his mind, and ran into his militia camp, but the feeling here made Zhang Qiang terrified. There were tents lying on the ground in disorder, dead bodies lying on the ground, headless corpses, and so on. Many people were hit by arrows, their bodies were twisted, and they fell to the ground with hideous faces. They looked like they were dying, their mouths were open, and they must have screamed at the top of their lungs before they died, and they died screaming.

Zhang Qiang accidentally stepped on such a corpse. With a "click", the corpse broke from the middle like a piece of rotten wood.

Zhang Qiang's bones were shattered immediately, wondering whether his end would be like this corpse.

Thinking about it, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but groaned, and fell to the ground slumped.

James woke up from the fugue, saw Zhang Qiang like this, couldn't help squatting down, touched Zhang Qiang's face with trembling hands and said: "Knight Zhang Qiang, knight Zhang Qiang, you can't die, cheer up, you can't lose Hope for life, be strong, be strong, otherwise, you will become hard like that corpse."

As he said that, he seemed to remember something, and took out a sharp knife from his pocket, which looked like a doctor's scalpel, and cut open Zhang Qiang's wrist blood vessels.

Zhang Qiang looked at him and opened his eyes wide. Did he want to let himself bleed to death?
Only those who commit suicide will cut their wrists.

The blood gushed, instantly dyed the grass in the forest red.

"Is there anyone alive, come out a few!" James shouted.

It seems that there are still smart people, who got out from nowhere, a total of five, all Zhang Qiang's militiamen, they ran to Zhang Qiang's side tremblingly.

cried James, light the fire.

Zhang Qiang grabbed his arm, "Don't light the fire, it will attract the enemy."

James shouted: "No, light a bonfire and let our people see the bonfire. The light of the fire is hope. They will gather here. The more people there are, the more hope we will survive. How can these damn dark hunters Appearing here? How could we meet?"

He yelled, yelled, and became murmured, even sobbed.

Long before, Zhang Qiang had heard of dark hunters and dark knights. They were like demons in mythology. They occasionally appeared in people's sights and then disappeared. Like a distant legend, he didn't care.

This is the same as wars in other countries in the real world. It has nothing to do with China in peacetime. People listen to it and just listen to it. No matter how they live, it has been like this for many years. What people feel most is the things that are close to their lives, such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and those officials who have been corrupted. What new policies have been introduced in those places, who makes money, who loses, And where did the celebrity go, how much money did he make, and what kind of gossip, it’s not a knife that slashed at you, you don’t know its sharpness, the pain doesn’t belong to you, you don’t feel the pain.

At this moment, Zhang Qiang knew how terrifying those legendary things were. He was in the tent, how could the enemy know his position so accurately, and shoot an arrow there. I have already got up, otherwise, I may have died.

The bonfire is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more people are gathering. There are about 2 to 30 people, five knights, three hired horsemen, more than 3 militiamen, and seven or eight light infantry, but you need to find strength Taller soldiers, but none.

The soldiers who gathered were all panicked, gathered in a pile, and looked like they were in a state of panic all day long.

"Ah!" Zhang Qiang cried out in pain. James stuffed a scorching object into his shoulder, which had already been cut open by a scalpel. As soon as the object went in, Zhang Qiang felt warm all over his body. , the body has also become much more flexible.

James glanced at Zhang Qiang, then gritted his teeth, suddenly put his foot on Zhang Qiang's shoulder, pulled out the thumb-thick arrow that was long in the arm, and held it in his hand.

Zhang Qiang felt a sense of weakness. James threw away the arrow in his hand, and a blue healing medicine appeared in his hand, and stuffed it into Zhang Qiang's mouth.

Zhang Qiang suddenly felt refreshed, and the lost vitality began to slowly recover, and the wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He couldn't help but glance at James, this guy's medical skills are really not good enough.

Just a few times, he pulled himself back from the brink of death.

James stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Qiang up, and Zhang Qiang stood up.

The five knights were obviously frightened and ran around in a panic, wanting to run out, but they were afraid of the darkness beyond the campfire.

"Where's Rolf?" Zhang Qiang looked around and asked.

"I didn't see him. I guess he either escaped or died." James closed his eyes and said in pain.

Zhang Qiang looked at the other five surviving knights, "Where are Falcao's?"

The eyes of the five knights were in a trance, and when Zhang Qiang yelled again, another knight who persuaded Rolf to recognize the knight before said: "Falcao was killed by the dark knight, and some others were killed. , and some were captured."

After finishing speaking, he asked again: "Will they still come?"

"How do I know?" Zhang Qiang shouted angrily.

James sat on the side wearily, "Fate, if we don't escape, we will be captured at most. If we escape, you can't escape them in the dark. They are all ghosts in the night, and their movements are extremely fast, especially in the dark. The hunter's ghost arrow is silent, has a long range, is powerful, and has a strange power blessing. The person who is shot by the arrow dies from blood clots all over his body. broken like rotten wood."

Zhang Qiang asked: "Could it be that no one beat them?"

James nodded, then shook his head again, "Yes, you can fight for the third-level strength, but it takes a lot of effort to kill a dark hunter. One person definitely can't kill it, and six or seven are about the same. You have to force him to show up and fight you in close quarters. If he hides in the dark alone, people with third-level strength can't find them at all and can only be consumed by him. People with fourth-level strength can fight him head-on, and the speed is also faster. Quick, if you are a cavalry soldier, you can have a slight advantage, but it will take some effort to kill him. It doesn't matter if you are at the fifth level, they are just a piece of cake."

James' words gradually made everyone feel that there is nothing terrible about the Dark Hunter, but that he is not strong enough.

(End of this chapter)