Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

"I'm sorry, I overthought it."

The forest soul, who had successfully passed through the woods, turned back silently.

Both sides are equally poor, without a single bright spot.

Similarly, there were zombies underground on both sides. Lin Hun aimed at their necks and chopped them. The half-raised body immediately collapsed and fell to the ground again.

The difference is that there are far more zombies on this side of the tree than on the other side, and the wandering soldiers under the trees are hiding more secretly, with most of them hiding behind the trees.

Every time Lin Hun walked past the front, three zombies would immediately jump out from the upper, middle and lower directions to attack him.

In a dark and humid environment like the woods, the consumption and damage to weapons is very great.

The weapons of the wandering souls that emerged from the mud had already decayed. Most of them only had the hilts left in their hands, and a few still had broken swords to maintain their dignity. Lin Hun didn't care about them.

Although the strength of his armor could not compare to that of the Black Knight's armor, it was not something that could be easily broken by these scraps. It didn't matter as long as he couldn't be hurt.

Their biggest role is to hinder Lin Hun's activities.

However, the wandering souls that jumped out from the middle had weapons in their hands that were mostly covered with rust, but they had not yet broken. The rust attached to the surface actually increased their deterrent power. If they pierced the armor and scratched the flesh, tetanus would be inevitable.

"Is there tetanus in the Dark Souls world?"

Seeing the sword approaching him, Lin Hun was still daydreaming.

Thinking and action are interconnected yet independent of each other. Although Lin Hun has many thoughts in his mind, his hands are not slow.

"Bring it to you!"

When the rusty sword was about to fall from the air, Lin Hun put his hands together and grabbed the blade with his bare hands. He clamped the sword and moved his arms to the left.

The huge force was beyond the ability of Youhun's thin arms and legs to withstand. He was thrown to the ground and his weapon was easily snatched away.

Familiar skills. Most of these soldiers came from the same team, and the skills attached to their weapons were all the same. Lin Hun still patiently read through them, perhaps there were some skills buried in history.

It's a good idea, but unfortunately, this happens only once in a thousand, and it's clear that the weapon's craftsmanship is not special.

It’s not that he was disappointed. After touching so many weapons, Lin Hun had already gotten used to it.

Because the time in the world of thinking and the time in the real world pass at different rates, several hours in the mind are often just a moment in reality.

If he encountered a highly skilled being or an experienced warrior, Lin Hun would be dead before he could come to his senses.

However, those beings are still a minority after all, and the three people blocking the road ahead do not have such strong combat power and insight to seize opportunities.

When Lin Hun came back to his senses, the wandering soul underground was still clinging to his lower body, gnawing at the hard armor with his teeth. The wandering soul that fell to the ground had not gotten up yet, and the wandering soul on the tree was holding a flame pot, and his arm had just bent backwards.

After taking a quick glance to confirm the battle situation, Lin Hun threw the rusty sword in his hand towards the palm of the wandering soul on the tree, and detonated the fire pot in his hand a second before he threw out the fire pot.

Suddenly! A dazzling fire suddenly exploded from behind his ear.

The raging flames instantly swept over his head, enveloping his entire head in heat.

There was only a shrill howl, and he fell headfirst from the tree.

Before it landed on the ground, a soul flew out in mid-air, announcing its death.

As for the rusty sword, it disappeared in the explosion.

The biggest threat was dealt with, and the remaining two little scoundrels surrendered with just a few kicks and were forced to offer up their tiny souls.

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Back at the Firelink Shrine, Brother Dieheart, wearing chain mail, stood quietly in that familiar old place like a sculpture.

His drooped head shook up and down from time to time, and each nod seemed so weak, as if he would fall asleep at any time.

He raised his head from time to time, and his eyes were confused and empty. He stared at the campfire in front of him lifelessly, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

The chain mail on his body flickered with a dim light, seeming to tell of his inner fatigue and helplessness.

Brother Huixin had already seen Lin Hun when he was looking at the stone steps.

The sadness in his eyes dissipated a little, and he saw Lin Hun walking towards him, waving.

"Brother, I left in a hurry and forgot to ask your name."

"As for the name, it doesn't matter what it is. But you seem to be living a pretty comfortable life."

"Hahaha, that's really an honor."

Lin Hun walked to Brother Huixin's side, took out a head and a headless corpse from the waist bag behind him, and temporarily placed them on the ground.

Lin Hun had experimented before and found that living things stored in the waist bag would not be affected by the bottomless property.

For example, when Lin Hun entered the sewer of Undead Town, he had caught different rats. Each of them had a different shape, but after they entered the waist bag one by one, their obvious outlines could be seen from the outside.

But this won't happen if you store some plants or dead objects.

Lin Hun had also captured zombies in the Undead Town.

Any severed parts of their limbs can be stored in waist bags, but as time goes by, they will shrink significantly when taken out of the waist bags again.

At the same time, regardless of whether the zombies or wandering souls are dead or not, their bodies are classified as living things and cannot even be put into pockets.

This was the first time that Brother Huixin saw someone bringing a corpse to the Firelink Shrine.

"Why did you bring this corpse to the sacrificial ground? It looks like it's completely dead. It's impossible for it to wake up. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to put it in your pocket."

It is obvious that Brother Huixin also understands the characteristics of waist bags.

"Oh! Brother! Do you know the principle of this waist bag!?" Lin Hun looked up and asked in surprise.

"Unfortunately, I don't know. I don't know who made these waist bags. But every undead person, no matter how old or new or big or small, will carry at least one. Isn't this thing very useful?"

Brother Huixin asked back, and Lin Hun nodded in cooperation, looking at him expectantly, hoping to get more information.

"You really don't know anything. It's rare for someone to come back. I'm in a good mood today, so I can talk to you again."

Brother Huixin took off his waist bag from behind his waist and weighed it in his hand.

"The undead are always curious... There's no way they'll die anyway, so naturally some of them have set their sights on this magical waist bag. However, no undead has died because of the waist bag, so you can use it without worry."

Brother Huixin didn't despise it, because Lin Hun took it out from his waist bag. His attitude was also a little casual. He picked up the head from the ground by the dry hair and said, "It looks like it has just completed the zombie transformation? It seems that it has completed some wish or mission? It can sleep peacefully for the first time. Huh, what a lucky guy."