Chapter 925 (1/2)

The burning pain on his face told Sean that he was not dreaming, but was really sent to a battlefield by the scroll of Hercules's pit father.

The sharp arrow scratched his cheek and nailed it into an ancient tree behind him. The quiver of the arrow feather was clearly visible.

Sean didn't know whether he was lucky enough, or whether the scroll actually had a certain protective ability? But if you can choose, Sean would rather choose the former. At least he was not sent to the nest of a holy beast, and he was not directly shot in the head when he was sent - as long as his head tilted a little to the left, the arrow would not be as simple as wiping his face.

The strong below the holy land are not strong enough to ignore the general physical attack, so even the arrows without enchantment are threatening.

Only the strong who really reach the holy land can ignore this kind of ordinary weapon damage without enchantment only by their flesh.

At this time, Sean was at the edge of a battlefield.

The strong smell of blood filled the air and seemed to choke his nose. However, for Sean, who was used to the battlefield blood and fire, the smell was not so bad. On the contrary, it was because the bursts of tearing pain from his body made him feel very uncomfortable.

This is very similar to the sequelae of transmitting magic array.

When the teleportation magic array is used, it will not only consume the spirit of the teleportator, but also cause a certain burden on the body. However, as long as it is not continuous transmission or long-distance transmission, it will not cause too strong burden. Sean didn't know where the scroll sent him, but at least he was sure that the physical damage caused by the scroll was stronger than long-distance transmission. He had the illusion that his body was pieced together.

In front of us, the battle cry is still deafening.

Sean was finally able to see his surroundings.

Both sides in the war are human, and coincidentally, both sides are obviously mercenaries, but the one who is occupying the advantage is pretending to be a robber. However, in Sean's eyes, these fake robbers still have very strong mercenary characteristics - in fact, in miracle mainland, many mercenary regiments occasionally guest play the acts of robbers and bandits. As long as they keep it secret enough, they won't be wanted by the mercenary guild.

This is actually an unwritten hidden rule.

However, those mercenary regiments with a certain reputation usually don't do such activities.

”Hey! There is a fish in the net! ” Sean saw someone pointing at him and yelling. It was a teenager of about fourteen or five years old, or even younger, because teenagers in the mercenary Corps often grew older than their actual age.

There was an anger in Sean's heart.

Several men who were directing their men to besiege another group of mercenaries turned around and glanced at Sean after hearing the boy's cry.

The distance between the two sides is only 30 or 40 meters, and the terrain is relatively open, so Sean can easily see each other's eyes.

It was a kind of indifference.

Real indifference to life.

Then, he saw the other party say something quickly. One of the few people standing beside him quickly left the team, and then rushed to him with the young man.

Sean let out a sneer.

The black king was at his feet, and he was about to lift up his sword.

But what Sean didn't expect was that he didn't lift the black king, but was driven by the power of the black king and fell heavily to the ground, sending out a stronger sense of pain all over his body. Sean's face suddenly changed. He realized that the tear caused by the transmission reel had seriously affected his strength. At this moment, he was probably no better than a new bronze player.

Before, Sean could ignore these two groups because he knew he was strong enough to crush the whole game.