"Haa...ha...ha..."

Where is this place?

What happened?

The boy named Aire tightly held the iron sword in his hand, full of confusion about the current situation.

What his body felt was a slightly tight and elastic cloth robes, and a armor made of monster leather was covered with.

Ailei knew that he must have never worn this kind of high-end product - the tight cloth inside was not affordable by a poor boy, let alone the well-made Warcraft leather armor on the outside.

Ailey has heard of this kind of leather armor: tough and light, not only can effectively defend against slashing and slashing, but also has a certain defense ability for stabbing. Without a golden dragon of seventy or eighty, he will definitely not be able to buy it. But how can he get so much money? He has lived in a broken thatched house since he was a child, and at most he has touched a few bronze leopards, and he has never seen a silver lion several times...

What he heard in his ears was the crisp sound of metal collision, the muffled sound of the blade piercing into the flesh, the roar of anger and shrill screams; if he listened carefully, he could also hear the moans of the seriously injured and dying person.

Ailey heard a similar voice: when he was practicing sword skills with his partners, the sword blade made such a crisp sound when the sword blade clashed; and the sound of the blade stabbing into the flesh, he also heard it when he was hunting monsters on the mountain.

But the roar, scream and moans didn't seem to be practicing sword skills or hunting monsters.

What he saw in his eyes was a battlefield where the two armies fought against each other and were indistinguishable.

The side Aly faced was obviously an enemy.

They were men and women, and the armor they wore was mostly leather, and the style was quite wild. Without much "beautiful" finishing, they just cut the skin of the monster and then tied it with a rope - that might be the tendons of the monster - around the waist, shoulders and cuffs. Thicker people dug a hole in the middle of the thick animal skin, stretched it in from the head, and then tied it firmly around the waist with a rope. Such armor had extremely strong defense behind the front and could not even be pierced through the awl; these people wore helmets made of animal bones, and they could not cause much damage if they cut it with iron swords; their faces were covered with bright paint, and the style was strange - some were irregular geometric bodies, while others were deformed by the heads of beasts.

They roared and roared, holding various weapons, launching attacks here. Their weapons were also very strange. The powerful strong men held giant hammers made of beast bones, the strong soldiers held sharp long swords, and the agile female soldiers used thin swords; in the distance near the edge of the battlefield, there were alien magicians wearing loose and exaggerated leather robes...

These people are from the Corey tribe. They live in the mountains for many years, and go down the mountain to rob and kill the people in the entire village from time to time. In Alay's impression, they are uncommunicable aliens, a stubborn disease of the Kingdom of Fares, and a synonym for cruelty and terror.

And the one around Ailey should be his comrades-soldiers who are also part of the Principality of Fares?

No, judging from their dress, they are not like soldiers. If they want soldiers, they will wear uniform armor, hold standard spears, big swords, iron swords and shields, and form an array to fight against the enemy. Unless the formation is dispersed, they will start a one-on-one battle with the enemy in such a way.

Look at what they are holding now: two-handed sword, one-handed sword, battle axe, short axe, warhammer, mace, spear, long spear, short spear, scimitar, straight sword, big sword, long sword... and some weapons that they don't know what they are. Which lord's army will use such chaotic equipment to fight against the enemy? They will use whatever they have and use whatever they are good at!

Let’s look at the armor they wear: plate armor, chain mail, scale armor and other metal armors account for a small number, and more are leather armor. The types are varied and all kinds are all; some are sewn according to the styles recommended in the shop, while others are as comfortable as they do... The defense effects are also uneven; there are also a small number of them who can’t afford armor, so they go to the battlefield in cloth clothes, and some are simply shirtless - it’s not much civilized than the wild style on the opposite side.

Since they are not soldiers, who will they be...?

Alay realized that he was not originally a soldier of any lord of the Principality of Fares.

The enemy did not intend to give Irey a chance to be stunned on the battlefield. A powerful alien race who was higher than Irey raised a giant sword made of semen iron and roared at Irey.

Such a big guy, Ailei was frightened when he looked at him: judging from the size of his opponent and the size of his weapon, his sword could be enough to split Ailei into two pieces.

[For dealing with such stupid big guys, only those who don’t have brains will fight head-on.]

Such a thought suddenly appeared in Alay's mind.

What surprised Ely even more was that his body also moved - no, it was not so much that it was not under his control.

Ailei jumped skillfully to the side and avoided the slash of the giant sword - the sound of the wind was still whistling in his ears; even if a person with great strength was unable to use the giant sword flexibly, it was nothing more than wielding it faster than ordinary people - however, this "slight" was not enough to catch up with Ailei's attack.

After using the side jump to avoid the giant sword hitting his face, Aile quickly took a step forward, rushed to the side of the man, and stabbed his side abdomen with a sharp stab - this was the defensive dead corner of his thick leather armor, and at the same time, the abdomen lacked protection from ribs, so it only takes one sword to end the strong man's life.

After the sword edge penetrated into the strong man's abdomen, Ailey twisted the hilt to cause greater damage to the strong man's internal organs, and then pulled out the sword; the mighty man as powerful as an iron tower made a muffled groan and fell down.

[From this guy's strength, he can be considered at least a "Iron Leopard" level, and he can also be considered a well-known figure among the alien race; unfortunately, even if he is at the same level as me, he has to look at his actual combat skills...]

"Iron Leopard" is one of the strength levels of mercenaries, but Aile clearly remembers that his level is barely enough to be as high as the lowest level "Tin Wolf"!

As Alay was thinking about his consciousness, someone attacked him again.

This time she was a young female warrior of the Corey tribe; she looked about the same age as her, and was the most beautiful stage for women; she had white skin, beautiful facial features, hot body, and her towering upper circumference obviously cost more animal skin than other female warriors; in order to keep it light, her waist was completely exposed without armor covering, and the lines of her abdominal muscles were clear and eye-catching, exuding wild charm; her lower body was wearing a short skirt made of animal skin, and her fair and slender legs made people drool. Alay felt that he had never seen such a pretty girl before-but he knew very well that this person was here to kill him!

The girl held a thin sword in her hand, and it was like a gust of wind; unlike the stupid ones she had just given Elle a feeling that it was much more dangerous - no matter how strong she was, there would be no problem if she couldn't hit it; but if she could stab it, even the girl held the thin sword would be enough to kill someone!

[For women who are good at agility, they should use unconventional means to solve the problem as soon as possible... otherwise it will be very dangerous.]

Ailee moved forward and used a sword grid to drive the first thrust of the female warrior; her momentum was very fierce, and obviously she could sort out her posture as soon as possible to send a second and third strike; however, Ailee would not give her this opportunity. He took advantage of the two of them to get closer and took advantage of his height to hit her knees with a fierce knee hit on her belly.

Both sides are holding weapons, and they must be trying to solve the problem with the guy in their hands - so what ordinary people think, but Ai Lei is not.

"Cough..." This time it was not light, and the female warrior let out a painful moan. Her figure became unstable because of this opportunity. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ailey jumped slightly back and pulled a distance away, and the position of her heart was a sword. Considering the thickness of the fat, Ailey tried harder in her hand, and then pulled out the blade.

Ailey was a little shocked - such a beautiful woman was killed so easily? He knew that on the battlefield, no matter how beautiful and charming the enemy was, he had to deal with it mercilessly; however, this movement was too smooth - why could "self" be so skillful?

Ailey felt that if he wanted to kill such a beautiful woman, although he would not be unable to do anything, he would have to go through a psychological struggle; but just now, is this really "me" really? And the consciousness that does not belong to him that emerges from time to time... Who is "me"?

Just as he was thinking about it, Ailey's body moved again - this time he pulled out the flying knife that was placed on his waist; he gently threw the flying knife up with his right hand, skillfully pinching the tip of the flying knife; he threw it forward almost without aiming.

The flying knife landed accurately on the neck of a tall alien not far away, and blood poured out like a spring water. Before that, the alien was fighting with the mercenary who also lost his weapons, and the mercenary was obviously at a disadvantage. Aile's flying knife undoubtedly saved his life.

"Thank you, Lord Aile!" The mercenary nodded excitedly to Aile, then picked up the weapon that fell aside and continued to fight.

Aile... sir?

If you want to say the name, it is indeed the case; but Ailey is clearly a poor boy with no money and power, and he cannot afford the title of "Grandman". If you want to be called "Grandman", you must first be named a knight by the lord.

Alay began to doubt that he was dreaming, but how could the dream be so real? Apart from the incompetence of his body, there was no difference from reality!

While thinking about this, Ailey walked uncontrollably to the aliens and picked up the flying knife. He shook his wrist and shook off most of the blood on it - the battle continued.

It can be seen that the aliens built a wooden platform on the edge of the battlefield, and several magicians wearing leather robes climbed up; they waved their staff, and sharp ice cones and huge fireballs began to slowly appear in the magic circle unfolding in front of them...

[From the scale of those magic, the level of these magicians should reach "cordierite", and should not be underestimated...]

"Colidierite" is one of the magician's level names. Ailey knew that he had not even passed the lowest level "calcite" level exam. Other level names of magicians are precious gems, but the lowest level is the "calcite" that can be seen almost everywhere.

Judging from the figures of those magicians, they are still underage children.

Soon, the ice cone and the fireball fell on the position on his side; the fireball exploded in the crowd, and the person who was directly hit rolled on the ground in pain, and his skin was burned to pieces. Even if it was only affected by the aftermath, it was difficult to extinguish for a while and was in a mess; the ice cone stabbed quickly like a javelin, directly piercing through the human body, and the body of the person who did not die on the spot would be frozen part; even if it was not directly hit by the ice cone, the cracked cold air made people slow and tremble.

The mercenaries obviously had countermeasures. After the magic achieved some results, the rain of arrows behind quickly suppressed them; the archers on the mercenary side shot diagonally upwards, so that after increasing the range, they could just attack the alien magicians behind them.

The alien race was not unprepared; the light blue magic protection barrier wrapped the magicians in it, and the rain of arrows could not penetrate it; it seemed that among the magicians, there were people who were specifically responsible for unfolding the magic barrier to protect their teammates.

Faced with this situation, the mercenary side dispatched a large war crossbow to deal with the monster. Just to turn it, a strong man needed to shake the wheel; launching it requires several people to pull the crossbow string at the same time. No matter how troublesome this thing is, its power and accuracy are incomparable: after the huge crossbow arrow was fired, it penetrated directly into the body of a magician. Aile looked like a toothpick stuck on a big ant from a distance. The wooden platform did not have much room for movement, and it was very difficult for the magicians to avoid the crossbow arrows; the large war crossbow was beyond the range of their magic, so they could only hurriedly put away the wooden platform.

Ailey sighed again: Shouldn’t fighting be a matter for young and middle-aged men? Why did even the charming and graceful girl and the children who had not grown up all join in the battle?

[Fortunately, these guys solved them while they were young. Otherwise, when they became adults, they might develop to a certain extent, and it would be difficult to deal with by then...]

Ailey had completely realized that there was a deviation in his thinking from his body's master. He began to wonder if this person was really "self".

The alien race gradually was at a disadvantage, and the mercenaries took advantage of the victory and advanced rapidly; Ai Lei led the team forward, unstoppable.

As Alay's eyes swept across a mirror-like shield, he finally saw "self".

Under the dark brown short hair, there is a young face - the chin is slightly wide, the eyes are like an eagle, the nose is straight, and the lips are a little thin; the torso is strong, the arms are full of strong muscles, and they are slightly taller than ordinary people; the sword held in the right hand is shining brightly, and a crystal sapphire is also inlaid on the hilt of the sword - like the armor on his body, this sword is definitely not affordable by Ailee; there is also a red double diamond-shaped reinforced rune on the back of his right hand... Ailee knew that it was definitely not owned by him.

Judging from his face, this person is indeed Aire, but where does that weathered temperament come from?

The name and appearance are exactly the same. With this dreamlike situation, Ai Lei began to doubt something strange:

Have you dreamed of your future self?

At this moment, Ailei was suspicious, the situation on the battlefield changed again.

The side of the confrontation between the two armies - strictly speaking, the area that was more inclined to the Korie tribe, with smoke rising into the sky - something rushed out of the forest there!

"Warcraft!!"

"The monster is here!!!"

"There are 'lead' level monsters! Retreat!!" The people from the Korri tribe began to retreat first: the monsters, no matter whether you are the Korri tribe or the Kingdom of Fares, all beings under the bloody mouth are equal, and they all belong to the edible category.

lead!?

[This guy is two levels higher than me; and even monsters of the same level need several people to kill together to have a chance of winning. If it goes by now, it will be almost a dead end.]

Two levels higher?

The reason why the Kingdom of Fareth divided the mercenaries and magicians into levels is, on the one hand, to determine the general strength, and on the other hand, to tell people that only by facing each other can head-on battles be able to fight back and forth; there is a gap in levels, and it is impossible to win a head-on battle - there are differences in strength, speed, and defense between the two sides, how to fight?

What's more, the difference between the two sides is more than one level.

Even in the previous showdown between humans, there is no suspense about the outcome of such a victory or defeat; unless it is a group fight, or a sneak attack, or some small means, such as...

Alay took out a small bottle from his arms, containing the only remaining pill; he stuffed the pill into his mouth without thinking, but did not swallow it immediately, nor chew it.

[With this level of monster, this battle will definitely not be able to be fought; you have to cover your companions to retreat quickly, and it is impossible not to hold back that big guy...]

Ailey glanced at the camp of the mercenaries. On the other side, the soldiers were withdrawing their combat weapons while retreating in an orderly manner; now, they were still a certain distance from the monster before, but there was a truth that was certain-

A human's legs cannot escape the monster.

[If the "lead"-level monsters were allowed to break into the crowd, there would probably be more dead people than this battle... It's time to use the pill given by "she".]

Ailey felt his blood surge up: Do you want to cover your teammates? That’s it! You should stand up for your brothers in critical moments!

However, he still lacked the understanding of "lead"-level monsters; how dangerous it is? He didn't know at all, only knowing that the "tin"-level monsters in the forest are not something he can handle alone.

Aire walked against the retreating crowd and moved forward to the monsters - most of the monsters were chasing the Corey tribe, after all, they lived in the forest and were relatively closer; only the leader of the monster was still very interested in the mercenary.

It was a demon bear with a shoulder height of ten feet.

Without it standing up, Aly could feel that sense of oppression; he seemed not to be a monster, but a moving mountain.

It was pitch black all over, with only a touch of snow-white fur on its chest; its bear paw was a bit exaggerated, like four thick meat pads; but its shiny claws told people who dared to offend its majesty, that was not for funny things.

The claw alone is almost as big as Aly; if you slap it with one claw, it will definitely not be a matter of death or life.

That's the question of turning into pieces of meat or meat sauce.
To be continued...