Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

The bonfire that was burning brightly and illuminating the surroundings was now much weaker. The originally lively dance now seemed listless. Lin Hun didn't dare to continue pouring fire into the element bottle. If it was accidentally extinguished, he would be doomed.

"Oh my god, big brother, stand up!!" Lin Hun carefully placed the element bottle in his hand at his feet, then quickly knelt down and blew hard at the sparks of the campfire.

After all, this thing is fire. Air circulation increases its contact with oxygen. I think the fire should be able to recover. Well, probably.

It can be said that it is worthy of being the flame of the Dark Soul world. It was actually rescued by Lin Hun. He didn't dare to covet the bonfire in the Fire Shrine. This place looked extraordinary, especially its ability to avoid the sight of the gods. This was what Lin Hun valued most.

The Fire Transmission Tour is the plan of the gods. Lin Hun’s current position is like Tang Sanzang in Journey to the West. Everything is arranged clearly, but he belongs to Tang Sanzang’s previous lives. He has neither Sun Wukong nor White Dragon Horse. He can only rely on himself. No one will care if he dies in the Quicksand River.

The world of Dark Souls even involves time. Who knows if there is any god who can go back in time and see the present, especially the old bastard Gwyn, the Lord of the Darkhearts. Maybe he left some tricks and is hiding somewhere watching the surveillance.

The flames in this sacrificial site are obviously different from those outside. Lin Hun wisely chose to put the filled elemental bottles into the wooden box, which might have an unexpected effect.

Putting on the armor spread on the ground, Lin Hun's whole body was wrapped in a thick layer of iron sheet. Because it was a brand new set of armor and weapons, he had no memory or experience of combat when putting them on. This was the most regrettable thing, but he did learn a lot of Andre's forging techniques.

"It's a pity that there is no iron hammer here." Although it has nothing to do with combat skills, Lin Hun does not despise it. He has only absorbed the knowledge obtained from the broken sword and has not mastered it. He is not in a hurry to acquire new knowledge. Besides, no matter how bad the free skills are, Lin Hun has to say good things about them, not to mention that Andre's memory is not bad.

Without any systematic training and instruction, Lin Hun could only imitate Andre's forging techniques, but that was enough. With something new, he naturally couldn't help but want to practice it. Maybe when he became proficient in the skills, he would have an extra skill to make a living.

Lin Hun searched again and again in the box left by Andre after a moment's excitement but ended up returning home disappointed. He even turned the box upside down and shook it.

How could he know about Lin Hun's ability? Without the ability to predict the future, Andre would naturally not have left a hammer in the box.

Not having an anvil is just a small matter. At worst, you can just hit it on the ground.

But without a tool like a hammer, Lin Hun had no solution at all.

No matter how economical you want to be, you can't just knock it with your hands, right?

The only one was the one that Master Andre brought with him, so of course he took it away when he left.

A blacksmith's apprentice's dream ended before it even began.

After organizing the equipment, the two-dimensional midfielder who was originally thought to be non-existent suddenly appeared at this moment.

There is a small waist bag behind the waist of the armor, which seems to be based on the same principle as the bottomless wooden box.

Lin Hun tried to put an element bottle in, and it went in without making any sound.

Lin Kun didn't have any miscellaneous things on him, just a "tom". Such a handy brick was rare, so he had to carry it with him.

As for the iron spear, who needs it now that I have the long sword given by Master Andre? It's over now. I'll throw it into a bottomless wooden box as a memorial to my lost youth.

The armor was made for practice, but the skills involved were definitely not bad. Lin Hun could still move freely in such heavy armor, but it was a little heavy, so it was inevitable that he had some difficulty moving.

But is that the problem with the armor? It's obviously my own poor physical condition. I decided to go and see if my cellmate has resurrected after leaving. I will never see the big ass unless I become a sword master.

All dressed neatly, Lin Hun reached out to touch the spiral sword in the flames. The main purpose of coming naked and leaving fully armored was to give him peace of mind.

"Thank you, Master Andre, and praise the sun."

Lin Hun decided to repay this big man who came to his rescue in times of need.

The fog dissipated and Lin Hun returned to the courtyard of the Northern Undead Asylum.

The familiar rubble, the familiar wreckage, and the pale sky make people feel as if they are in another world.

Fortunately, the armor on his body and the element bottle in his waist bag proved to Lin Hun that this was not an empty dream.

First, he touched the spiral sword with his palm. The door of the special fire-transmitting sacrificial site was still open to Lin Hun. After confirming that everything was correct, he turned his main force and began to move his body.

"Nice function." The armor fits well but it was not specially made for Lin Hun after all. It feels a bit tight and a bit loose when he puts it on. However, after sitting for a while, the armor automatically changes to the shape of Lin Hun. "No wonder Master Andre only left the armor. It seems that he knew about this situation a long time ago."

"Lao Xiang, I miss you guys so much!"

What is the purpose of upgrading from a shotgun to a cannon?

Of course, it was to provide better warmth to his cellmates. Holding a long sword, Lin Hun turned and entered the three prisons behind him to start his own brush journey.

The time in Lordran is fixed by the gods, so except for some special monsters and bosses that can only be killed once, the rest can be resurrected.

Small monsters are fixed in time by the flames and can be resurrected infinitely.

Special monsters and bosses are so powerful that they form unique anchor points in fragments of time. Once they are removed, there is no way to recover them. Regardless of their strength, the gods will give their power to these beings to deepen their mark and influence on the world.

Of course, these forest souls don’t know this, as long as they have something to do and can keep getting stronger, that’s enough.

I don’t know how long I had been brushing, but this fragment of time had long been fixed. There was only day but no night, and the sky remained a pale white.

Lin Hun himself couldn't remember how many times he had sat by a campfire. Whenever his sword became dull, he would sit by the fire, and when he stood up, it would become as good as new. He didn't touch the orange juice on his body, but the armor on his body was badly damaged.

The zombies' bodies were sluggish and they had no strength to hit people, but they were mobile, making them a good match. In order to prepare for the next boss battle in his memory, Lin Hun used them to continuously practice his dodging skills.

There is no invincible frame in reality, and Lin Hun is not born with the ability to roll. The narrow corridor makes it even more difficult to dodge.

Rolling, spinning, and diving. In the beginning, every time I dodge, I always make various mistakes: I get dizzy and can’t get up, I can’t control the strength and hit the wall, I can’t control the direction and knock over the opponent, I fall headfirst to the ground...

This is a test of body and will. As a newcomer, Lin Hun does not dare to look down on others. For the sake of his life, he trains himself hard in order to fully recover by the bonfire.

. . . . . .

Lin Hun skillfully rolled over to avoid the zombie's slow punch, then stood up and easily cut off its head with a backhand blow. The soul, as light as dust, flew out of the corpse and entered the body.

Now he feels that he is in great shape. The weight of the armor on his body is still there but it does not affect his movements. The dodging skills he has figured out without the guidance of a teacher have also begun to show results.

Lin Hun decided to face his last level of hardship in the Northern Undead Asylum. He wanted to see this vast world and enhance his potential to discover himself.

But before that, Lin Hun used the last bit of his consciousness to return to the Firelink Sacrifice Site through the Spiral Sword.

The mental pressure has been increasing all the time these days, but the joy of growing strength has overshadowed it all. Now that I have achieved some success in my magical skills, as soon as I relax, fatigue instantly comes over me.

The sacrificial site was still empty. Master Andre had not been here since the last time, but this was exactly what Lin Hun wanted.

The Firelink Shrine is located in the gap of time. There is nothing outside and no light except the bonfire. This is the kind of place Lin Hun is looking for. The light in the Northern Undead Asylum is too dazzling.

After taking off his armor, Lin Hun fell asleep beside the campfire.

I don't know how long I slept, but the flames in the campfire were already burning brightly again. This was all thanks to the zombies that Lin Hun threw in when he visited. Of course, they have now turned into bones under the spiral sword.

When he woke up again, Lin Hun felt refreshed and had gained more experience in dodging techniques. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he started rolling around beside the campfire without even wearing his armor.

Rolling over and over again, all the muscles in his body were involved. By the time Lin Hun stopped, he was sweating profusely, and his body had completely recovered and reached its peak.

"Now it's time to finish you off, big ass!"

The armor is neatly donned, the elemental bottles are filled, and everything is ready.

Lin Hun stood in the middle of the two door panels, with his sword and shield placed at his feet within easy reach, and his arms supported both sides of the tall iron door and continued to exert force.

"Squeaky-"