Dimensional Inventory, Starting with One Person and One Sword to Block 70,000 Troops

These hateful goblins must be destroying the world.

Even elves and elves from another world must be very annoying!

The dragon spirits are very much looking forward to what the dragons in this world look like, and they feel very powerful just hearing their names.

The vampire Bram licked his lips, the little wings on his back fluttered, looking at Fujimaru Tachika, his saliva dripped down uncontrollably.

The quality of the soul in this human body must be very high.

Bram really wanted to have a sexual relationship with Tatsuka Fujimaru.

Chapter 277 The Things That Changed the Life of Kirshtalia Wodim14000 words

Atlantic Lost Belt.

Odysseus, Kajie never expected that Kirshtalia Wodim would end her life in such an ending...to end her life.

"I was attacked just like myself... This attack across the Lost Belt. How did it happen?"

Odysseus began to think about it, and prepared to arrange it. He might as well go out with the whole army first and destroy the goblin lore first.

This must not be allowed, the goblin belt can reap the benefits of the fisherman.

"I suggest that Master Zeus, lead the other Mechanics, and Kirshtalia Wodim to destroy the Goblin Lost Belt. Otherwise, there will be a crisis in our fantasy tree here."

Ka Jie said: "Even if it stops the operation of the interstellar city, then this is a priority. Otherwise, if the fantasy tree is ignited, it will be bad."

Katniss gritted his teeth, wishing he could go to the Goblin Belt and chop up all these goblins, as well as that queen, and Beryl Gutter.

Chaos blinked his big eyes, and was calculating whether to reclaim 37% of the earth first, or to annihilate the goblin belt first.

That golden holy gun may affect the plan to cross the star sea.

……

Kirshtalia Wadim leaned on Kenneth's shoulder and told Kenneth, "This happened in the spring when I was 15 years old. At that time, the "future" was dazzling and brilliant in my eyes. .I live in a better environment than most people, and I have more talents than most people. "

"I also have the self-consciousness and mission of being a chosen person."

"I'm going to make something beautiful—I'm going to make something wonderful."

"This idea, this enthusiasm, made me a studious student who worked hard day and night."

Speaking of her previous dreams, Kirshtalia Wodim showed a self-deprecating smile.

Kenneth quietly listened to his master, telling himself what happened before.

These are words that only you can hear.

This is a secret that Diosculoi Castor, Diosculoi Pollux, and Zeus never knew.

This is a secret that can only be learned by Kirshtalia Wodim's most trusted servant, Kayneth.

"And the result..."

In the picture, 15-year-old Kirshtalia Wodim is lying on a tattered bed, which does not seem to be called a bed.

The body of the 15-year-old boy could not move, and the eroded magic circuit in his chest, the wound, was extremely painful.

He couldn't move his limbs.

However, the wound that Kirshtalia Wodim was attacked by the assassin has already healed.

This prevents him from losing his life now.

"Skipping my father, I have been selected as the heir with a magic engraving that has been tempered for 11 generations. This magic engraving will semi-forcibly restore the caster when the caster is injured."

"But—the magic seal is not working now. It must be the mana stasis I heard about in the Curse Department... It targets the nerves and blood of the magician. It is poisonous to the magician. .”

The 15-year-old boy Kirshtalia Wodim kept himself calm and kept thinking, "The toxin gradually spreads with the passage of time. My magic engraving and magic circuit have been completely inactivated. Things are over. At this point, I can no longer detoxify on my own. I must have a third party to help detoxify."

But it's a pity that his physical condition is still not optimistic, and he is still in the hinterland where the enemy is.

His only chance of being rescued.

It was the grandfather of Kirshtalia Wodim, a kind old man who loved gifted boys very much. He would notice that his grandson had disappeared.

But this news is likely to have been resolved by Kirshtalia Wodim's father.

After all, Kirshtalia Wodim's grandfather would never have thought that his son... would actually attack his grandson.

Teenager Kirshtalia Wodim lay in bed, thinking that he might not be able to hold out until he was rescued.

creak-

The dilapidated wooden door was opened.

A scrawny young boy walked over, with tattered shoes and dry lips.

With a bright smile on the boy's face, watching Kirshtalia Wodim wake up, he shouted happily: "Hee hee. Hee hee, hee hee...wake up, come...wake up, woke up..."

Kirshtalia Wodim calmly looked at the boy who appeared in front of him, and wondered in his heart: "Will I not be discovered by the assassin sent by my father during this period?"

"Hee... hee hee..." The young man was very happy, watching the beautiful treasure wake up, he had never been so happy.

A happy mood should be the mood that only appears when you find enough food to satisfy your hunger in the garbage dump.

In this stinking basement, the air became even more stale after the bony teenager entered.

After all, the boy was wearing a coat found in a garbage dump, and his hair hadn't been washed for several years.

"It seems that this basement is the boy's residence. Maybe it's because I saw my outfit and thought it was profitable, so I was attacked by assassins and crawled all the way into the dark alley, and moved to this place."

"Hee hee hee!! Still alive...still alive..." With a bright smile on his face, the young man knelt on the ground, rummaging for something in the wooden box full of garbage.

This sound of rummaging through things made Kirshtalia Wodim feel extremely disgusted.

He thinks that his life was saved by such an existence... It is extremely shameful, extremely shameful.

The skinny boy didn't care about the look of disgust on Kirshtalia Wodim's face, picked up the bread and handed it over, "Hee hee... treasure, thing... treasure, thing... eat it... ...This, eat it..."

Kirshtalia Wodim leaned on Kennis's shoulder, and said in a rather mournful tone, "The boy who saved me stuffed a hard object into my mouth. It was completely dry moldy bread. He wiped it off with the corner of his dirty clothes and forced it to me. I really, really wanted to puke."

Lying on the bed, 15-year-old Kirshtalia Wodim complained in his heart: "To be honest, this will only have the opposite effect. Although the wound is blocked, the function of the internal organs is still very low."

"The most important thing is that eating this kind of thing will be harmful to the stomach. Not to mention taking nutrition, it will make my physical strength further weaken."

The skinny boy looked expectantly at Kirshtalia Wodim, his own treasure, a beautiful treasure, "It's delicious... eat it quickly..." Eat it up... eat it quickly Bar……"

In the memory, 15-year-old Kirshtalia Wodim opened his mouth weakly and tried his best to swallow the moldy bread that was as hard as a rock.

Seriously wounded and dying, Kirshtalia Wodim finally ate the moldy bread.

Seeing this scene, the young man showed a brighter smile on his face. He walked to the corner of the room, sat cross-legged on the ground, silently looked at Kirshtalia Wodim lying on the bed, and smiled strangely from time to time. Voice.

The moldy bread entered the stomach, and the uncomfortable nausea made Kirshtalia Wodim very uncomfortable, and what was even more painful was the torture of the dignity of this genius.

The genius who was admired and envied by countless people in the Clock Tower has now fallen into such a miserable situation.

How glorious it was.

Thinking of this, Kirshtalia Wodim slowly closed his eyes, unable to move his body, and now he can only recover his physical strength and heal his wounds through sleep.

He thought it would be a few more hours.

Your own life will be over.

Those assassins selected by his father... are definitely not mediocre killers, and they must be able to easily track him to his hiding place.

In this kind of place, it is almost impossible for anyone to pass by.

Once discovered by these assassins.

Kirshtalia Wodim couldn't resist at all, and could only let the assassin do whatever he wanted.

In this case, he thought that even the gods could not save him.

Time flies like an arrow, and the 10 days passed quickly.

Kirshtalia Wodim was very surprised why the assassins hadn't appeared until now. It is impossible for these people to find themselves at the level.

Ten days had passed that Kirshtalia Wodim would never forget for the rest of her life.

He seemed to be used to this stale basement.

The current Kirshtalia Wodim can only move her fingers slightly, but it is still due to the situation of being unable to move.

The skinny teenager would come to feed Kirshtalia Wodim every day, "Hee hee, hee hee... eat it... eat this too..."

Kirshtalia Wodim, who was lying on the bed, opened his thirsty throat and said weakly: "No, compared to these...can you give me some water?"

Hearing this, the boy bent down, and used a broken tile to send water that didn't look very clear into Kirshtalia Wodim's mouth.

"Gudu Gudu." Cool water entered Kirshtalia Wodim's throat, this feeling of being moistened by water.

Kirshtalia Wodim closed his eyes comfortably, and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart: "It's so lucky... This room is a storage room under the bridge, although it is said that the water I drink contains Some magazines, but not to the point of being undrinkable."

"Huh. By the way, since when did you stay here??" Kirshtalia Wodim asked softly to the boy in front of him.

Listening to Kirshtalia Wodim's question, the skinny teenager looked at him in a daze, not understanding what it meant, "Hee hee... Be obedient, eat quickly! Eat quickly."

"Uh..." Kirshtalia Wodim, it seems that this young man should have been living in this place a few years ago after losing his supporter.

This dilapidated storage room seems to have been used by the boy's caregiver.

Kirshtalia Wodim guessed whether he was abandoned by his parents, or he was born an orphan. The language function of the boy in front of him was impaired.

I'm afraid it's because of the environment here.

Also, from birth to now, there is no adult around the boy who can talk to him normally.

Thinking of this, Kirshtalia Wodim said softly: "What's your name?? You should at least know this, right??"

The skinny boy tilted his head and looked at Kirshtalia Wodim curiously. He didn't know what he was talking about. Could it be that he was hungry?

A child who doesn't even know the concept of a name left Kirshtalia Wodim speechless. In this modern urban area... Basically, such things rarely happen, right?

He was very curious, a child who didn't even know his name... must have experienced many things that he couldn't imagine.

Kirshtalia Wodim couldn't understand how a person could live in this harsh environment until now.

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Seek the world of encounters in the dungeon, the heretic timeline.

"Here... This place is even more dilapidated than the place Lily lived in before..." Lily had a sad expression on her face, recalling her tragic childhood experience...