This aura is deadly

Chen Ke came out from the side of the bridge pier, and the roof of the building nearby was within reach. The pointed masonry vault was burned black by fire, and there was a big hole on one side.

He measured the distance from the bridge pier to the large hole in the roof, which was about three or four meters. With his athletic ability, he should be able to jump in.

Under the bridge piers, you can still see pedestrians running on the street. They are dressed in ancient costumes and shouting in English that Chen Ke cannot confirm the exact meaning. It should be some kind of lost English with a unique accent.

Chen Ke put the big sword on his shoulder, took a few steps back, and pondered his emotions. If he was empty-handed, he would be more confident in jumping over, but it was hard to say if he was carrying a sword.

"Hey!" Chen Ke gritted his teeth, exerted his strength in his thighs, and started running. He took six steps, took off on the seventh step, drew an arc in the air, and landed on the wooden floor without any danger, saying " "Bang" loud noise.

The steeple was still a little far away from the floor inside the building, and it was difficult to see clearly at night, so Chen Ke misjudged the height difference when he jumped in and almost twisted his foot. Fortunately, nothing happened and he was able to calm down. Look around.

Chen Ke didn't know how many floors this building had. Judging from the height, there should be four or five floors. The height of each floor was about 3 meters.

This room is not big, maybe less than 50 square meters, and maybe the bottom is bigger. There are many bookshelves around it, but they are all rickety and the books are scattered all over the floor.

At the end of the corner, Chen Ke saw a big black iron ball. He looked back along the rolling dents on the floor, and then looked up at the hole in the roof. He immediately understood that it was thrown in by a siege equipment. .

Could it be that there is a siege going on right now? Van Heder is surrounded by others?

Chen Ke summoned a priest mask and covered his Asian face. After all, there were people on the street in this time and space. He didn't know whether there were Asians in Van Heder, and he wasn't sure what the skin color of the people who attacked them was. It's better to be cautious.

Chen Ke went down the spiral wooden stairs. Along the way, he heard terrifying sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground and buildings being smashed through from time to time. The siege war outside was going on like fire. It seemed that he was not here. when.

Medieval sieges were large undertakings and could last for a long time.

The attackers would usually surround the castle and cut off its supply routes. What's worse, they would even poison the upper reaches of the river flowing through the city, or dig a new channel to divert water, causing the river in the city to dry up and lose its water source. supply.

After small-scale conflicts outside the city, the engineering team would also use slings to throw corpses into the wall, causing plague to break out in the city. In the past, disease, hunger and thirst were used to weaken the will and morale of the defenders.

But judging from the current situation, the attackers are obviously a little impatient.

There was no one in the whole building, and Chen Ke had already judged that this was a library.

He picked up the book scattered on the ground and flipped through a few pages. The luxurious and complex handwritten artistic fonts on the yellowed parchment, as well as the complex illustrations in the margins of the footers, made Chen Ke not only amazed at the sophistication of its production.

In the Middle Ages, there was a job as a scribe, the ancestor of the modern middle class. In the era before printing was invented, books were mass-produced by copying by these people. Therefore, books were a luxury product for the nobles in the Middle Ages.

Of course, Chen Ke didn't know what era Van Hede was in, and those artistic fonts were too hard-core. Chen Ke couldn't understand the content in the book at all, so maybe the Middle Ages and Van Hede he knew were two different things.

The single door of the library was open, and Chen Ke came to the street. The fire was soaring into the sky, and even the night sky turned red. There was fire in the city, which meant that the other party would still throw burning barrels covered with asphalt.

Just as he was thinking this, a fireball fell from the sky and hit the window on the third floor of the bookstore, making a huge explosion. The bucket cracked, and the burning asphalt inside--of course it might not be asphalt--splashed out.

Chen Ke was startled and swooped towards the street. The splashed fire mud fell to the ground like raindrops. If he got hit, it would definitely burn through the flesh.

He was lying on the ground, his blue robe stained with mud. Looking back at the library, I saw that a large hole had been burned on the third floor of the front, and as the fire intensified, the entire upper floor of the building began to burn.

"Damn it, if I had been a step later, I might have been burned to death inside..." Chen Ke wiped the sweat from his forehead, not because he was scared, but because it was too hot in the city.

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt his arm being grabbed by a hand, and the other person helped him up.

Faralis's ruthless anger was still on the ground, and Chen Ke's muscles tightened. This was his first time in contact with other people in the Great Void.

"Priest! Why are you here?" A knight wearing bright silver armor stood next to Chen Ke and asked in surprise.

After asking this, Chen Ke realized that he was wearing the robe of the Black Ring Cult, and the other party had mistaken him for a priest. He put on his hood smoothly, and then secretly looked at the knight a few times.

He is a head taller than Chen Ke. The silver armor all over his body is streamlined and very beautiful. The helmet is not a barrel helmet or a hood, but a slender window with wing-like decorations on both sides. There is a white cape behind the helmet and armor.

Even if Chen Ke didn't understand the armor forging process in the European Middle Ages, he could still see that the forging process of this piece of armor was very luxurious. The breastplate was almost formed in one piece, and the joints of the arms, elbows and gloves were tightly connected, reflecting red under the firelight. Light.

The skirt armor adopts a laminated design, and there is also a chainmail part inside, which provides excellent defense for the crotch without impeding mobility.

In contrast, there is the weapon used by the knight. In his left hand, there is a triangular diamond-shaped silver shield with Van Heder's pattern engraved in the center, and at his waist, there is a silver long sword.

This equipment looks quite heavy, and to be able to wear this helmet, the status of the knight must be extraordinary.

"I'm..." Chen Ke didn't know what to say and could only hesitate.

"You should take refuge in the church. Can you go by yourself?" the knight asked.

Chen Ke nodded. He didn't feel murderous intent, but Chen Ke couldn't take it lightly and was always ready to summon the Sun Spear Hammer to hit the opponent.

He had never heard the knight's accent before. When he came to this world, he had heard at least several accents of English, including the standard American English accent represented by Diana, Shrilly, Pankiah and Hall. Sam's There are three accents unique to black people, Priskin's rough English accent, Pihom's British accent, and Heinard and Lucina's Latin accent.

But the knight's accent was completely unfamiliar to him, and it was also different from the pedestrians running away on the street. Chen Ke guessed that this was a unique aristocratic accent that was unique to Van Heder nobles or the upper class.

In the Middle Ages, knights were also a class.

"Your sword, priest." The knight said, bending down to pick up Faralis's ruthless fury, and handed the sword hilt to Chen Ke.

This guy has some skills... Chen Ke struggled to hold it with one hand, but this guy is actually very easy...

He took the sword and stuck the tip into the ground.

"I'm leaving, priest. Black Ring Yongsheng!" the knight said, making a fist with his right hand to protect his chest.

"Black Ring... Yongsheng." Chen Ke replied and bowed.

The knight nodded, took out his sword from his waist, and ran to the other end of the street.

"Fuck...what should I do..." Chen Ke looked at the knight's back and sighed.