A Race to The Top

Jingzhe City ushered in a brand new day. Ling Xiaolu walked on the masonry floor of the castle and looked at everything here curiously.

The guards patrolling passed by, and Ling Xiaolu carefully identified every face.

"No, no, nor..."

He couldn't find the guard who had entrusted the task to him the night before. He wondered, shouldn't the death of the NPC be refreshed again?

"Commander early!"

The unison of the guards interrupted his thinking. This was the second time Ling Xiaolu saw the commander himself. After he nodded to the guards in return, he patrolled the surroundings as if looking for someone.

"Tis." A voice that Ling Xiaolu didn't hear much, but was particularly impressive came from the other side of the wall.

The commander turned around and smiled uncontrollably when facing his new wife.

"good Morning."

Sadia came over: "What are you doing here?"

"One of my guards is gone, I'll come out and look for it."

The commander said while holding his wife's hand and led her away from here.

Ling Xiaolu just wanted to catch up, but he stopped.

Ji Meng killed him—Ling Xiaolu admired him for his aura of killing no matter where he went: "Didn't you say that you have a mission?!"

Ling Xiaolu contemptuously said: "Did you come here on a snail? Just because of you, everyone just left."

The two people quarreled and followed the route where the commander had left to the main hall. They didn't see the person they were looking for, but they saw the person who shouldn't be here.

"Bei Feng? Why are you here?" Ling Xiaolu asked curiously.

"Where is the goddess, where I am." Bei Feng glanced at Ji Meng vigilantly. "Apart from me, everyone in the Knights has also moved in."

Ji Meng had no idea about this, and said perfunctorily: "Oh, welcome."

He pulled up Ling Xiaolu and wanted to go, but was stopped by Bei Feng.

"Ji Meng."

Ji Meng turned his head: "Something?"

"The Knights are stationed in Jingzhe City and will officially declare war in the family battle at the end of the month."

Ling Xiaolu rejoiced: "Where is the goddess, are you going to occupy it?"

"It's not occupation," Bei Feng corrected him. "It's guarding."

"I understand what you mean," Ji Meng finally understood what was in his words, and he hated to speak crookedly, "I joined the war yesterday because Jingzhe is my main city. As for who the city lord is, it has nothing to do with me."

After listening to Ji Meng's statement, Bei Feng was relieved a lot. In the family battle, one more appointment and one less appointment, the impact on the situation of the battle is very important.

"You are going to be shocked, what about Dad Kou?" Ling Xiaolu asked.

"If he is willing to settle it peacefully, we can exchange it with him at the Equinox City."

Ling Xiaolu thought of Dou Kou's bravery and heroic posture to open the way for the goddess yesterday, and he was not optimistic about this proposal at all.

"I think you are afraid that you have to be prepared for a hard fight."

"One failure is twice, two failures three times, we are determined."

What else can Ling Xiaolu say: "Good luck to you. By the way, did you see the commander just now?"

Bei Feng was taken aback, pointed a direction, and watched the two go in that direction. There seemed to be a little conflict in the middle, and they started fighting as they walked.

Bei Feng: ...Weird two people.

Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng found the commander alone in the combat command hall.

"Should I give him the sword directly? It's that simple?"

"What does the mission statement say?"

Ling Xiaolu closed and opened his palms, imitating the action of spreading the book: "Let me look at the task panel...well, that's right, just write the unknown soldier's sword to the commander, then I will hand it over?"

He stepped forward: "Hello, Commander."

The commander working at the desk raised his head and saw the stranger: "May I ask, are you...?"

Ling Xiaolu respectfully handed over the saber he had obtained the night before: "Someone asked me to give this to you before he died."

The commander was stunned. After a while, he looked down at the saber and continued to be stunned.

Ling Xiaolu turned around puzzledly: "So... is it over?"

"Are there any hints to complete the task?" Ji Meng asked.

Ling Xiaolu shook his head: "No."

Ji Meng also stepped forward: "Do you recognize this saber?"

The commander responded quickly: "Of course, this is my saber, with my initials on the hilt."

He turned the saber around and motioned to the two of them to see the hilt of the sword.

"One of your guards entrusted me to give it to you. Do you know his name?"

The commander shook his head slowly: "What did you just say?...Before you die?"

"Yes, I looked around in the castle just now and didn't see this person."

The commander slowly stroked the scabbard with his fingertips, and suddenly he used his hand to pull the sword out of the scabbard, and the sword body burst out with a dazzling light.

"what?"

Ling Xiaolu made a surprised voice, and a dialog box appeared in front of him, which read:

>>You are about to enter the memory world of , please select nearby players.

The only player nearby was Ji Meng except Ling Xiaolu, and Ling Xiaolu ticked his name.

>>Once the mission starts, no new players can join. Please confirm your choice.

confirm.

>>The old world opens...

The surrounding scene has changed, and the strangeness is a little familiar.

"Am I colorblind?" Ling Xiaolu looked around, finally falling on Ji Meng, "Everything I see is yellowish, including you."

"I think it's the same with you," Ji Meng also looked around, "It should be a visual effect that enters the old world."

"Ah, I know where this is. I just went there in the morning," Ling Xiaolu recalled. "This is the training ground behind the castle."

The soldiers on the training ground are working hard in the morning.

Ling Xiaolu searched the crowd, and suddenly exclaimed in excitement: "Found it! It's him!"

He ran to one of them excitedly: "So you are here! Do you remember me? What is your name?"

The guard didn't respond to the series of questions Ling Xiaolu asked, but instead held up the sword in his hand and slashed it vertically.

"Ah!" Ling Xiaolu thought he was going to hit the sword, and there was no time to dodge, but the sword pierced through him, as if it smashed into a ball of air.

Ji Meng also came over: "Don't bother calling him, it's useless."

He looked around, no one had any unusual behavior because of their appearance: "Did you not notice? You don't exist for people in this world. They can neither see you nor hear you."

Ling Xiaolu was disappointed: "Is that so? What about sending us in? Is it just watching a movie?"

He looked at Ji Meng, who had a very real sense of existence around him: "Isn't that even you and me? Let me try."

Without waiting for Ji Meng to react, an ancestral deer fist aimed at Ji Meng and punched it: "Houjia!"

Ji Meng:...

Ling Xiaolu looked at the fist in the middle of Ji Meng's chest, and awkwardly folded his fist and pretended to touch it: "The chest muscles are good."

Quietly raised his eyes to see that Ji Meng's face was flushed again, and he immediately said with a smile: "I can't touch it, I thought we were both phantoms."

Ji Meng endured it for a long time before deciding not to care about the fool.

Ling Xiaolu quietly moved a few steps away from the source of danger. Although he didn't have much color in his eyes, he could still infer that it was in late autumn, and the withered leaves that should have been yellow accumulated a thick layer on the ground.

"Is there no way to let people in this world know that we exist?"

Ling Xiaolu thought about it for a while, then quickly turned around in a circle.

Ji Meng frowned: "What are you doing?"

Ling Xiaolu's rotation brought up the wind, and the wind rolled up the fallen leaves, forming a small vortex on the ground.

"Huh!" Ling Xiaolu stopped, "I tried my best."

Everyone around was training seriously, only the guards noticed this unusual vortex. He stopped his hand, with a confused expression on his face.

"The guard over there! If you don't train well, why do you run a desert?"

Ling Xiaolu only noticed the presence of the commander on the training ground.

"Report to the commander! Just now... Just now..." The guard pointed at the ground very puzzled. "There is obviously no wind, but the leaves are blown up."

The commander followed his fingers and glanced at the calm ground: "Where is it blowing?"

"It's... I really saw..."

The commander interrupted him: "Guard, I hope you can remember that it is very dangerous to skip on the battlefield, for any reason. Playground, ten laps, now."

The guard stood at attention: "Yes! Commander!"

Ling Xiaolu looked at the back of the guards running in a circle: "I think the commander is a bit unreasonable."

Ji Meng scolded him: "Isn't it because of you?"

Ling Xiaolu looked around: "Well, the commander is more strict, I think it's a good thing..."

He looked around and found that the surrounding scenes had changed again. This time it was a wild field that seemed to be spring, the breeze was blowing, and the grass was growing.

"Huh? Changed place."

It was the same group of people lurking in the long grass, doing field ambush training, and Ling Xiaolu, who had experience, saw the guards at a glance.

Suddenly a golden hamster broke into the grass where the guard was crouching, rubbing against the guard like a headless fly.

In an accident, the guard carefully lifted the hamster with his hands: "Little guy, where did you come from?"

The hamster is not afraid of people, arching excitedly in his palm, and turning back and forth again and again.

The guard smiled involuntarily and gently touched the soft back hair of the hamster.

"Guard!" The commander sternly shouted when he noticed the movement here.

The guard quickly put down the hamster and stood up: "I'm sorry, commander!"

The commander looked at the same person last time: "Why is it you again? It's dangerous to skip on the battlefield, can't you remember?"

The guard consciously made a mistake and repeated an apology: "I'm sorry, commander!"

"A hundred leapfrogs!"

"Yes! Commander!"

The guard secretly bowed his head and winked his eyes at the hamster, turned around and leaped away. The hamster chased a few steps behind, then stopped again, staring blankly at his back.

Ling Xiaolu spread his hands: "Don't blame me this time, I blame the mouse."

"It's a hamster!" Ji Meng corrected him badly.

"Hamster, mouse, I don't know the difference." Ling Xiaolu looked back, and the hamster didn't know where he went.

"I have a hunch that this scene will end again."

"Be careful!" Ji Meng held him down and rushed to the ground. A giant dragon whizzed and flew past the two people's backs. The gust of wind that brought them swept the corners of their clothes.

Ling Xiaolu: ...Knowing that you want to cut the scene, can you cut it so that it is not so defenseless?

"Strange," Ji Meng crouched vigilantly, "These dragons seem to be able to attack us."

"I know, now is the fight against monsters, there is no way to do the task without fighting against monsters."

Ji Meng tried to strike the flying dragon with a thunder, and he saw that the dragon's blood volume had decreased.

"I was fooled by you once."

"What is Meng!" Ling Xiaolu refused to accept, "It's clearly a reasoned and well-founded reasoning!"

"Hurry up! These dragons are going to attack the village!"

Ling Xiaolu immediately followed Ji Meng and ran down the mountain: "Hey, I found these dragons look exactly like yours."

"That's a monster that was tamed by me."

"The monster is really miserable, but because it grows fat, it will be tamed by you."

Ji Meng glared at him as he ran, "What does it have to do with being fat?"

When the two ran to the foot of the mountain, the village was already in flames.

"Broken! It's late!"

The sound of fighting came not far away.

"It's them!"

The two rushed to the source of the sound, and really saw the commander leading a small team of men and horses in a desperate fight with the dragons.

"They have too few people!" Ling Xiaolu exclaimed, and at a glance, he knew that the strength of the two sides was very different, and many people on the commander's side were injured.

"I shouldn't be prepared, I just happened to be passing by, to help!"

Ling Xiaolu didn't use it, he said, the bear claws appeared early in the morning, and he flew into the battle.

"Hey, air combat, I have no advantage."

He said discouraging words, his hands and feet were not slow at all, he aimed at a low-flying dragon, and jumped onto his back. The giant dragon felt heavier out of thin air on his back, spinning and rolling to throw off the invader, Ling Xiaolu firmly pierced the dragon's back with his claws, and howled in horror:

"I drop horses, I have a fear of heights!"

Ji Meng rewarded the dragon with a thunder from the ground and released the thunder at the same time. Lei Lulu jumped into the air, staring at the flying dragons, stepped on the east, kicked on the west, jumped from the back of one dragon to the back of another dragon, playing the battle as a play, and having fun. .

The dragon Ling Xiaolu was also honestly struck by lightning, and he obediently carried Ling Xiaolu flying against the dragon group. Ling Xiaolu didn't do anything else. He aimed specifically at the dragon's eyes and attacked. The blind flying dragon couldn't distinguish the direction. After flying a few times, he turned his head down and dropped to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

A giant dragon fell not far from the guards, and he was startled when he was scarred from the battle. He held the saber that had been broken in half and looked nervously up his head, but he couldn't see the existence of Ji Meng and Ling Xiaolu, and naturally he didn't understand why the dragon fell from the air by himself.

After Ling Xiaolu solved a trouble, he looked up, and his heart was arrested: "Danger!"

The guard perceives the danger sharply, but when he looks back, he sees a dragon diving at high speed in midair.

Ji Meng rushed towards him desperately, but he was still slow for a second.

The guard's eyes widened and looked at the commander who had blocked the fatal blow for him in an incredible way.

The commander looked down stiffly at the dragon's claws that pierced his body, and then stiffly raised his head.

"You... the guard... haven't you told you many times... it's a very dangerous thing..."

He slapped the blood-stained saber into the arms of the guard, and fell silently.