The spirit of war in DNF is immortal.A

Chapter 159 Counting Heads

A terrifying knife mark was split from the forehead to the chin, the right arm had disappeared without a trace, and the once pure white priest's robe had already turned blood red.But Son of Light's smile remained the same, and his steps were still so steady.

"You're still alive, which surprised me." The Son of Light smiled as he walked slowly to Lu Zhan and sat down.

"I'm not going to die, but 'Dark Flame' Dak is dead." Touching the painful bones all over his body, Lu Zhan said slowly in silence.

"Die, everyone is going to die. Maybe tomorrow, I will die too." As if his whole body relaxed, the Son of Light said: "You should feel it, even if it is death, it is better than dealing with it every day. Living in the fear of not being able to advance. I can't imagine what it would be like if I stayed at the eighteenth step all my life... If that is the case, I would rather die!" Said, in the eyes of the Son of Light An uncontrollable sense of fear emerged, which Lu Zhan could clearly see.

In fact, although Lu Zhan does not need to rely on comprehension to advance, he also understands the meaning of the Son of Light's words.In this continent where power is paramount, the saddest thing is not being an ordinary person.Rather, he belongs to a fighter who cannot advance.

... When you just awakened your blood, battle qi, and magic ten years ago, the people around you were on the same starting line as you.But ten years later, you are still at the same level as before, while the rest of the people have pulled you far away to the abyss of heaven.Ridicule, contempt, insult, all kinds of psychological pressure will come to you in turn over time.

Equal class, for male fighters.It is the meaning of money and power to men in Lu Zhan's previous life.You have no money and no rights, and from a certain point of view, it means that you have no status and are at the bottom of society.This kind of classification has no visible boundaries, but it really exists.

That's why almost all men are afraid of the day when they will have no money and rights. Similarly, the male fighters in Arad are also afraid of stagnant ranks.Because rank is the most basic guarantee that can bring them rights and status.And some extreme fighters, under the urging of this fear and the anxiety that has been unable to break through for several years, desperately fight to find an unspeakable dangerous place as their last breakthrough.And this kind of place is often the kind of absolute territory where you don't break through or die.

The Bantu territory chosen by Son of Light also belongs to this kind of place.

"I've been at the eighteenth level for nearly two years. The older I get, the harder it is to advance. I'm really afraid that I'll spend my whole life here and not be able to move." The Son of Light sighed He muttered: "The Flame of Darkness is also in the same situation as me. It's just that this time I broke through to the nineteenth level and survived, but he..."

Lu Zhan listened quietly, feeling the helplessness. The current situation made Lu Zhan extremely aware of his own happiness, without bottlenecks and limits.As long as you work hard, there are endless possibilities.

……

The two of them rested for a while, stood up and walked into the association, and returned the task at the task collection point.

光之子的人头数是班图族战士一千340八、班图族勇士270九、班图族强者62人。总计人头数一千680九枚！狩猎过程总共有十天，光之子的平均战绩是一日斩杀160九人！这其中，全部都是十阶大战职者以上的高手！

The effect of layer upon layer of human heads placed at the return point is extremely shocking.Soaring blood filled the room, and the ordinary woman who was in charge of counting the number was full of horror. She covered her lips and looked at the missing arm. The blood-soaked Son of Light didn't know what to say.

And all the warriors in the Special Warriors Association were attracted by the strong blood, watching all this with horror.

As a special fighter in the Principality of Bel Mare, there is no one who does not know the Bantu tribe.Of course, I also understand that there are no people below the tenth rank in the Bantu tribe.Then these layers of barbaric heads with special hairstyles must belong to those barbarians above the tenth rank!This situation made the faces of the special fighters around them pale instantly, and they retreated neatly for four or five meters almost at the same time.

They are all special fighters of more than ten ranks. Although they are powerful, they can only compare with ordinary fighters of around twenty ranks.In other words, if someone like them offends this blood-cloaked man with a severed arm, maybe their head will also appear among this pile of barbarian heads.

"Dear God, holy knight. Your head has been selected. This is 41380 gold coins and 62 war spirit coins." The hostess handed the child of light a miniature space ring with a face full of horror, weakly road.

The big head here is the 62 war spirit coins.The value of a strong Bantu is a hundred times that of a Bantu warrior.That is to say, the well-known Special Warriors Association can release such a luxury mission. If it is another association, perhaps the results of the Son of Light alone will not be able to bear it.

"62 War Soul Coins! Oh my God, with so much money, I will never have to worry about it for the rest of my life!" A muscular martial arts fighter looked at the miniature ring and couldn't help swallowing. saliva.

"I think you should save yourselves. Look at the heads all over the floor! They are all barbarians with a combat power above the tenth level. If you were on the battlefield, there might not even be scum left." A person beside him The male god magician seemed to be familiar with him, and teased.

For a moment, everyone looked at the Son of Light with respect.Facing the enemies of the Principality of Bel Mare, to have such a record, to be so fierce and domineering, is worthy of admiration in every aspect.

But the shock didn't stop there, just after the Son of Light received that miniature space ring.Another pile of heads filled another corner!The smell of blood was strong, and the rancid smell mixed with brain pulp and minced meat caused many junior female fighters to panic, and staggered out covering their mouths.

"Please count the number." The quiet words came out of Lu Zhan's mouth, making the face of the waitress in charge of the count even paler.

After all, there are only a small number of people who can calmly face dead bodies. Even fighters may not all climb out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood. Many fighters who only rely on comprehension to advance, the dead people and alien races they have seen , not even as many as some ordinary people.When seeing such a scene, their performance was equally unbearable.

What does it look like with thousands of human heads piled up with hideous and ferocious expressions?
It's hard to picture a scene like this, it's a semblance of hell!

(End of this chapter)