Zhang Cheng obviously didn't know what was behind it, so he gave a big gift to express his gratitude.

"Doctor Kunwu wants to attack Huaiyi." Huang Gong said.

Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, but then he understood what the other party said. "Please make sure I'm serving you." If you take someone else's actions like this, you can't help others. If you want them, you won't take the initiative to help. That would be too ungrateful and ungrateful.

Doctor Kunwu took the initiative... Could it be that the big task of the refugee camp is coming?

Zhang Cheng remembers it very clearly that the combat missions in the refugee camp are divided into two types. The first is to clear out small dangers outside, and the second is this big mission, or a super long series of missions. The army of the refugee camp will take the initiative to attack. Players can choose to follow the army or stay and wait. However, if you want to earn enough experience and money in the first act and cultivate yourself from a ragged low-level character to a level that is acceptable in equipment and level, this task is necessary. Especially there are several tasks, and the rewards are considered very good at this level.

Mr. Huang really sighed slightly this time, then helped Zhang Cheng up, gave him a few words of advice and sent him out of the door. After he left, he returned to the center of the room and picked up a black long strip from the shelf that looked inconspicuous.

Others may not understand it, but Huang Gong is very clear that this is Xuangui, even in ancient times, was a rare treasure. In the past, Yu pacified Jiuzhou and received a reward of only a piece of Xuangui (of course it should be a little better than this). It can even be said that a large part of the Kunwu family's foundation for more than a thousand years is reflected in this thing.

He chanted a few spells softly, and colorful clouds appeared above Xuangui, condensing an image.

"Huang Gong," the image is a young face, "Do you have news?"

"Where is Doctor Kunwu?"

"He is not here." Mr. Huang heard the other party's laughter. "But he handed over this authority to me. How about that Zhang Cheng? Do you already know him?"

Mr. Huang shook his head. "Qian", and he called out the other party's name. "I was ordered by Doctor Kunwu to report, you are not Doctor Kunwu."

The young man's face was twisted for a moment, but it was difficult to tell whether it was a change in expression or the instability of the smoke and clouds themselves. "Huang Gong," Qian said. "I was ordered by Doctor Kunwu to accept this report. You know, I am the heir he chose!"

"Maybe yes, but you are not Dr. Kunwu at the moment, and he has not publicly admitted you. You cannot replace him..."

"Mr. Huang!" Qian roared. "Do you want to violate my orders? You have to know what the consequences are!"

Mr. Huang hesitated for a moment. He knew very well that the other party was demonstrating to him. Indeed, according to the normal development, Qiong would become the next Kunwu Doctor. He would become the other party's vassal. As a lord, Qiong had the ability to take back his position and his wealth and field and exiled him. After all, he was not alone, but also had family and relatives. For such a trivial matter, what is the point of confronting the next Kunwu Doctor?

"Young Master Zhang Cheng," Mr. Huang finally spoke, "I'm afraid I don't learn much from Pi Yong." He said. "It's probably only the level of first glance at the door. But I can't be sure..."

He laughed when he saw Qian. "Okay, I will tell him to Doctor Kunwu." Qian said with satisfaction. "How is the conquest of Huaiyi?"

"Young Master Zhang Cheng has volunteered." Huang Gong said.

"Well, that's simple. Doctor Kunwu has already told me that he decided to use Zhang as two Sima, lead three chariots, and hundreds of soldiers to attack Huaiyi!" Qian showed a very proud smile. "Of course, wait for us to come back first."

"What happened to the war? What about Doctor Kunwu?"

"Quan Rong is indeed entrenched in the Haojing area, and only a small number of them are roaming here." Qian said. "The larger one has three, and we have wiped out one of them and are chasing the second one. Doctor Kunwu was injured by a spell of Quan Rong and is now healing himself. He will recover in about an hour. It is expected to take five days to come back."

"But, in that case... Isn't Mr. Zhang Cheng's attack on Huaiyi for only more than ten days?" Mr. Huang was stunned when he heard this. With such a little force, Zhang Cheng's own strength was very weak. He could only win by effectively commanding the army and using erosion, but now he has reduced the time... Even he can't imagine how to fight.

But if you fail, even if the task is not completed within the specified time, then Zhang Cheng will have no chance.

He sighed. However, compared to Huaiyi, the outpost troops of Quanrong were a greater threat and must be eliminated first. So no matter whether it was Doctor Kunwu or moved the capital, it was done wrong. It can only be said that it was due to the situation that Zhang Cheng had no chance.

He gently stroked Xuangui again, and the smoke and clouds quickly dissipated. Then, he sighed. People with virtue have no talent, people with talent have no virtue, and people with both virtue and talent are too rare. Could this be the will of God?

"Report!" Someone outside suddenly shouted. Mr. Huang was stunned, but saw a servant running over from outside.

"Report to Mr. Huang," said the man. "The scout found that there was a Quanrong outside the camp!"

What? Wait... It's okay, it's impossible that it's the Quanrong army. Doctor Kunwu's elite are ahead. The situation is very good there, so there is no need to worry. Is it a small number of Quanrong's wandering soldiers or scouts?

"Let the soldiers guard the camp, inform Xin, and let him be on guard." Huang Gong thought for a while and replied. He turned his head but saw that the other party's expression was a little strange.

"What's wrong?"

"That... I just saw Mr. Zhang Cheng..."

"What did he say?"

"He said, just leave everything to him!" The soldier did not dare to hide it and directly told what had happened just now.

"Nonsense!" Even fools know that Quanrong has a great advantage in the night. Even if only Quanrong's wandering soldiers or scouts come, it is definitely not good to go out for night battles. Because people's senses are much stronger than humans. Anyway, this kind of wandering soldiers and soldiers cannot pose a threat to the camp, just stay in a safe camp. On the contrary, if you go out to fight, it is too likely to suffer a loss or something.

Especially, Mr. Huang was very sure just now that Zhang Cheng’s personal abilities are really not worth mentioning.

While walking out, Zhang Cheng looked at the task of "Eliminating the Gnoll Scout" appearing on his panel. The task description is as usual: "You learned that a small number of Gnolls are out of the refugee camp, destroy them." But there are a bunch of question marks written on the rewards.

Zhang Cheng is very familiar with this task. This is a rare difficulty-free task in combat missions. As mentioned earlier, the first act, that is, the refugee camp, has two tasks. The first is a non-combat task, to put it bluntly, it is to run errands hard in exchange for money and experience. The second is a combat mission, which requires going out to fight with various enemies. Like most of these games, combat is risky. After all, even if your level is higher than the enemy, your equipment is better than the enemy. Because if the opponent suddenly bursts out with a big personal character, you will be killed directly if you get two critical strikes.

However, this task against the gnoll scout is a few exceptions. Not only that, this task is rewarded with a generous amount. The only trouble is that such a good task is not necessarily encountered. In Zhang Cheng's memory, there is probably half the chance that he will not encounter this task.

I didn’t expect to meet this time... I can’t miss it if I meet it!

As soon as he thought of this, he speeded up. Xin said that he would let him pass midnight... Unfortunately, he didn't know what "midnight" is. The time should be almost done right now, right?

As he expected, Xin was waiting for him. Seeing him wearing magic armor and long sword, Xin seemed a little surprised, but then he felt relieved.

He took Zhang Cheng to the cellar, or the basement of his residence.

There is an altar made of wood in the middle of the basement, and above it is a statue of wood that is completely unfamiliar.

Xin asked Zhang Cheng to stand aside and prayed loudly to the altar. Zhang Cheng unexpectedly found that he could not understand the other party's prayer at all. Uh, his portable translator seemed to have failed in front of this language. However, at this moment, Zhang Cheng was not interested in this little thing because the scene in front of him attracted all his attention.

With Xin's words, the air in the entire basement was vibrating. This was not human beings talking, but some kind of machine similar to the earth that could make a "buzzing" vibration sound. The vibration penetrated through the skin, making the body numb and the skin itchy. The air seemed to turn into a ball of paste, trapping people in place with stickyness. Just when Zhang Cheng was surprised by this wonderful ceremony, he saw a black figure appearing on the altar.

The figure's feet did not step on the ground, but just floated in the air completely unreasonably.

The figure is human-shaped as a whole, like a person wearing a cloak that covers the whole body, and then hiding his face in the shadow of the hood. After all, the light in the basement is poor, and only a torch provides lighting a little further away, so some details are difficult to see clearly. In short, if you want to describe what it is, you can only say that it is not an entity at all, but a projection or illusion.

But suddenly, the illusion opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Cheng.

Although from an objective standpoint, we can say that Zhang Cheng's vision is not enough to see the details of "the black shadow opens his eyes" in this dim light. However, inexplicably and irresistible, he felt it clearly.

It was a cold and ruthless gaze, a condescending king, and an irresistible natural rule, and it seemed that some kind of beast was staring at the prey. That gaze inspired the fear hidden deep in the primitive instinct of living beings. It was not only humans, but the initial fear that creatures - as long as they were living beings - would have: the fear of death.

That existence is death.

Even if it is just a trivial phantom clone, even if it is just a trivial phantom clone, a casual look still has the ability to make people stiff, their legs become weak, their throats become dry, and their hands are uncontrollable.

Xin knelt down in front of the altar, kowtowed repeatedly, and said a few words at a very light speed. His speaking speed was too fast, and Zhang Cheng couldn't hear it clearly.

In front of the phantom, a sphere of light appeared. The sphere floated over and sank into Zhang Cheng's body.

The phantom disappeared. Just now, the pressure disappeared in an instant. Zhang Cheng found that his legs were so weak that he could not support his body, so he sat on the ground.

Some information he didn't know suddenly appeared in his mind.

Unlike the previous "translator" effect, the information that suddenly penetrated his mind was much more crude. The effect of that translator was very soft, and even had the illusion of "I don't know why I suddenly knew". This time, it was like someone was beating a gong and a drum in his ear, telling him something naked, so that he could understand what the Dead Soldier was doing.

"Si Ming..."

This is the name of the god who appeared just now.

Zhang Cheng always felt that as a time traveler, it would be better not to deal with God. This is why he had never considered the priesthood. But this time it came too suddenly. He now understands why the dead man can die for a short time. This is actually the effect of the protection of the divine power and the privilege given by Si Ming. Of course, there is no free lunch in the world, as a price, that is, Zhang Cheng must use killing to give back to the gods: every time he uses this privilege, he must kill a creature that is equal to himself or even higher as his.

Zhang Cheng closed his eyes and saw that there was an "endurance of death" feature in his expertise column. Although the name is different from that in the game, the effect is exactly the same. In other words, if the damage Zhang Cheng suffered reaches the level of death, this ability will be temporarily activated and last for about five minutes.

That is, it is invincible for about five minutes. Of course, it is not appropriate to call it "invincible". More specifically, it is "undead" for about five minutes. It just won't die. In other words, you can cut off your limbs directly, so that he can wait for death.

But this is already perverted enough. After all, the abilities of the Death Warriors are basically the same as those of ordinary warriors and do not pay any special price. This is different from swordsmen. The price of swordsmen's melee high damage, high hit, and high critical strike is to wear armor, and they will suffer more when using shields and ranged weapons.

He closed his eyes and summoned the panel. Sure enough, the question mark on the "Warrior" had disappeared. His current profession is the first-level death warrior and the first-level mage.

"Why are the dead soldiers afraid of Houtu? Is it because of Si Ming?" Zhang Cheng couldn't help asking.

"Young Master Zhang Cheng." Xin replied on the side. "Now you understand, I am from Chu. I am actually from the Mi family and from the Qu clan."

Xin thought he had said it very clearly, but unfortunately this time he really threw his eyes at the blind man because Zhang Cheng had no idea what this meant.
Chapter completed!