Among the chaotic crowd, Henry walked to the door alone. He seemed to be out of place, and the security guards did not dare to stop him.
It could be imagined that after today, Henry would be cursed, painted as a criminal, as well as a public sinner.
However, Henry did not seem to care about such a title.
"Master Lu, is this another test?"
Henry murmured. He could feel that the stone book that he just got was emitting faint energy, which was the omen of the ancestral weapon lock. Every time he got an ancestral weapon, every time he unlocked an ancestral weapon, it was a test for Henry. The Life Scythe was to let Henry face the darkest side in his heart, and this stone book was to wash Henry's heart.
Everyone said that they didn't care about the comments of others, but who really didn't care?
But now, Henry was really not afraid of the mundane world. If everyone's thoughts could reach the same level, then there would not be so many strange facets in the world.
Henry walked out of the auction and to the crowded streets. He was obviously in this world, but he felt that he was not in it.
"It's been seven days. It's time to go," Henry said to himself.
Antarctica, the ancient battlefield. The human army had already rushed into the ancient battlefield. Shouts of war surged into the sky. This time, the Orcs they faced were similar size as them. The difference seemed to have shrunk greatly, but now, the Orcs occupied the high grounds, and the human race climbed from the bottom.
The weapons could not be used. After a few rounds of assaults, the human army was completely at a disadvantage.
Moreover, due to the suppression of the rules on the battlefield, existences like Gardiner and Ranulfo could only exert limited strength. They could no longer go straight for the Orcs' heads.
According to the rules of the ancient battlefield, the energy that could cause harm could erupt at any moment. Every single person was wearing heavy armour, and they held heavy swords in their hands. The Orcs were the same. The normal sharp blade could no longer split apart the armour of the Orcs. Human warriors were bold and fierce, and Orcs could be described as violent. Their sharp claws and sharp teeth could be used as their weapons. Their strength was extremely powerful. Every Orc could be described as violent.
At least three or four human elite warriors would be enough to deal with one Orc.
Even if it were Reapers from Radiant Island, the two of them had to cooperate closely to be able to deal with an Orc.
Each time an Orc was killed, the human side would have to pay a price of two to three times. On the other hand, the Orc army was densely packed and filled to the brim. It wasn't any less than the number of human warriors.
The quartermaster was urgent for the dispatch, the major countries kept sending troops to increase personnel, but on this battlefield, ordinary soldiers simply were not effective. Only the elite could play a certain role.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Such the voices kept ringing on the battlefield. Even the icebergs outside the ancient battlefield trembled because of the battle cry.
In the darkness of Antarctica, a man and a woman, quietly leaving here, look into the distance.
"Surnamed Zhang, I'm here to take your life." The man's face was full of confidence. In his eyes, there was something called ambition.
As for the woman, she stood behind the man and said, "Senior Brother, that Zhang won't be able to escape from your palm."
"Haha, of course." The man laughed coldly. "Let's go kill him."
They left.
Under the dim sky, the figures of the two people gradually disappeared.
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