"who I am?"
"Where am I?"
"What am I doing?"
Gavin, who had just opened his eyes, looked dazed and his mind was blank. The scene in front of him was extremely unfamiliar, but also a little familiar.
The next second, a large number of memories surged out like a tide, from past and present lives.
Zhang You, Gai Wen.
The two names were entangled repeatedly in my mind, like a mess, indistinguishable from each other.
In fashionable terms, he is a time traveler.
After spending an ordinary twenty-five years on earth, it was a rare moment of passion, and I wanted to be a hero to save the beauty.
In the end, he failed to hug the beauty, but he was stabbed to death by those teenage boys with knives.
Then he traveled to Faerun and Gavin.
Gavin started out as a hell-level person, but at that time, Gavin had been plotted by his brother and became a slave of the Zhentarim.
With the advantage of being a time traveler, he went through untold hardships and grew into a legendary warrior. When he was about to show off his ambitions, an arcane disaster caused by the battle between gods came.
The collapsed magic network tore apart the sky and the earth, shattering everything Gavin knew and loved.
From that moment on, Gavin decided to risk everything to stop this catastrophe.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to formulate a rebirth plan, persuaded the moon goddess Su Lun, and borrowed the high-level artifact Su Lun's Tears to try to activate the Star-Moon Gate, activate its ability to travel through time, and return to the moment when he came to this world.
I don’t know if this kind of time travel is beyond the capabilities of the Star-Moon Gate, or if my origin is too special.
The Star-Moon Gate exploded on the spot, and the flow of time was completely disrupted.
His soul consciousness was not sent to Gavin's young body, but was sent back to Zhang You when he was a junior high school student. For protection, Tears of Su Lun sealed his overly powerful soul, including most of his memories.
Even if the main consciousness is asleep, it has a great impact on the personality. After rebirth, he has always insisted that there is magic and magical power in this world, as evidenced by his self-taught fighting ability.
In the end, he became extremely addicted to psychic abilities. He taught himself telekinesis and psychic blasting. As a result, he stimulated the soul of the sleeping legendary warrior in advance, which exceeded his body's load. After all, in that world, there was no magic power to harmonize the body.
In the end, he succeeded and successfully performed a mind blast, killing himself.
Tears of Selun is indeed a high-level artifact of the Moon Goddess. After such a big deviation, it actually adjusted itself, set things right, and dragged his soul back to Faerun and back to Gavin's body.
I just don’t know what year it is now?
"Nott Cavalry! Follow me to attack!" A heroic female voice rang through the sky, followed by a fierce sound of horse hooves.
Gavin quickly turned over and climbed up, lying on the top of the city wall. What he saw was a heroic figure. He could not see the front, only a back. As always, he only had a faceplate. His long fiery red hair was only tied with a blue ribbon. The completed butterfly ends.
Behind her were twelve horsemen guarding her in the shape of arrows, rushing towards the three trebuchets in the distance.
Gavin's previous question has an answer.
The Year of the Serpent, the eighth day of the second ten days of severe winter.
The above is from Faerun's perspective. Changed to Earth's perspective, it's January 18th, 1359 in the Valley Calendar.
The timing is good or bad.
Well, compared to the last time he traveled through time, he had been sold as a Zhentarim slave.
Worse, of course, is that it would be better than going back to the mother's womb, or to the infant stage. If you go back to that time, you will have plenty of time.
Just when Gavin was sorting out the timeline.
The battle situation outside the city has undergone new changes.
Hundreds of small creatures, only half the height of adults, climbed up from the ground and rushed toward the gate of Fort Nott in a chaotic manner.
This creature with a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, a big nose and red eyes is called a goblin, nicknamed the Little Fool. It is the most numerous and annoying monster race in Faerûn.
They are selfish and black-hearted, and they can only reproduce and raise children, and their nests are everywhere.
This is the conspiracy of this goblin tribe. They take advantage of the Nott Castle cavalry to attack and try to destroy their siege equipment to seize the door.
The goblins' stupid little minds couldn't come up with such a complicated tactic. This was the handiwork of the big goblin leader behind them.
Gavin ran towards the city gate while checking his physical condition.
Just now, a stone was thrown not far away from him, and a splashing flowstone hit him.
Although he was blocked by his own wooden shield, he was knocked down, knocked against the city wall, and knocked unconscious.
In addition to the slight concussion on his head, the most serious problem was the left arm holding the shield. The arm bone was probably broken and it hurt when he moved. The wooden shield had long since been taken off his hands and it flew off to who knows where.
When he touched his waist, he saw that his combat belt was bulging, and there were at least three bottles of potion for treating minor injuries, which made him feel relieved.
He directly took out a bottle of potion for treating minor injuries and drank it. The injury was mostly healed immediately. At least the pain in the heart disappeared, leaving only bursts of numbness and itching. This is the magic of Faerun's healing potion. No. I dare say that the medicine can cure the disease, and at least half of it can be recovered on the spot.
He casually pulled out a long strip of cloth and wrapped it around the fractured area to reinforce it. He also casually picked up a wooden shield and tied it to his left hand.
Abandoned hand axe.
Spears thrown around.
A sharp butcher knife.
Gavin casually received all of them on himself.
By the time he ran to the city gate, he was already crotched and armed to the teeth.
There was already a group of Nott militiamen waiting there.
Anyone who saw the leader couldn't help but secretly praise him for his majestic figure.
Gavin is now sixteen years old and 1.7 meters tall. He is considered outstanding among his peers, but in front of the other party, he is an out-and-out dwarf. He barely reaches his chest and has to hold his neck high to look at him.
"Master Gavin, why are you down here? Hurry up to the city wall, those goblins are about to kill you."
The heavy armor all over his body increased his thickness, giving him a mountain-like feeling, but when he opened his mouth, there was an incongruous feeling like a mountain falling apart.
Because it was her, not him, her voice was as clear as an oriole.
If you just listened to the voice, you would have thought it was a young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.
Gavin was used to it, because he knew clearly that the other person not only sounded like a young girl, but also looked like one. She was even prettier than most girls, with a perfect outline.
An internet term is perfect for her - King Kong Barbie.
"Don't forget, I'm also a member of Nott's Militia!" Gavin said impassionedly, looking like an inspired young man.
But with a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, they were in a standard and no longer standard posture to welcome the impact.
The people around him automatically gave up a seat for him.
Just because he is the first heir to the castle, and the current owner of the castle, Rohan Nott, is his half-brother.
King Kong Babinora no longer cared about Gavin, because those goblins were already close at hand, holding the huge battle ax tightly, and put into a posture to welcome the impact, and said loudly: "Don't be afraid, everyone, they are just a group of stupid goblins, just follow the instructions We usually train like this, just keep stabbing."
Amidst the chaotic shouting, those green-skinned little men poured in through the open city gate.
When there is no advantage in numbers, goblins are notoriously timid and will turn and run away at the slightest intimidation.
But when they have an absolute advantage in numbers, they are notoriously vicious, and will not hesitate to pounce on enemies that are several times their size.
The latter situation is currently the case.
Behind the castle gate, there were only a dozen militiamen standing, and they were a dark mass, filling the entire city gate.
"Fire arrows."
Thirty to forty Nott militiamen stood up from the top of the city and sent down waves of arrows.
The goblins who were crowding outside the city gate became living targets, and more than a dozen of them fell down immediately.
The goblins behind them ignored them and stepped on the fallen goblins, continuing to surge forward. Even if they were not dead, they probably wouldn't survive under the crazy trampling of a group of big feet.
"Raise your shield and thrust your spear."
Following the order, the Nott militiamen at the city gate responded, including Gavin.
He is now neither a legendary warrior nor a world fighting champion. He is just a member of Nott's militia and can just do his job well.
"Put the spear back and stab again."
The Nott militiamen holding their shields could not see the target of their attack at all. They only had to follow the order, retract their spears back and forth, and thrust them out again.
Compared with ordinary Nott militiamen, Gavin had one more twisting action before sheathing his spear.
Even though it may seem like an inconspicuous little move, there is a lot of knowledge in it.
It can not only cause tearing damage to the target, but also retract the spear more easily.
The goblins who poured into the city gate were forced to rush towards Nora in the middle.
There are at least two empty spaces on both sides of this King Kong Barbie, which looks like a small door.
But when the goblins rushed closer, they realized that something was wrong.
This is the biggest murderer here. When her giant ax swings, even the Nott militiamen next to her are afraid.
Two or three of those goblins bundled together are not enough to chop with one axe.
King Kong Barbie's agility is beyond the imagination of those goblins.
A few of them tried to take the opportunity to get past her, but she kicked them one by one and kicked them back.
He bumped into his companions and all fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
The one who was treated as a football died on the spot.
Hundreds of goblins could not break through the defense line composed of more than a dozen Nott militiamen.
The militia archers on the top of the city were racing against time to send out bows and arrows to cause more damage.
It is only a matter of time before this wave of goblins is eliminated here.
Woohoo! ! !
Accompanied by a series of howls of wolves.
Twenty or thirty wild wolves jumped out from the goblin troops. They kept their bodies low and blended in, using the goblins as arrow shields. They did not suddenly attack until they got close to the militia defense line.
With his amazing jumping ability, he jumped directly over the heads of the militiamen and attacked them from behind.
Goblins are known as wolf tamers, a talent they are born with.
Various wolves will hunt in packs with them, and some will even become goblin mounts to form goblin wolf cavalry.
With the enemy behind them, the originally neat militia defense line suddenly became chaotic.
Some continued to attack the goblins, while others turned back to deal with the wolves.
The moment the wolf howled, Gavin stood up the spear in his hand.
It happened that a wild wolf chose to pass over his head.
Tragedy happened.
This wild wolf used its own jumping power to disembowel itself.
The smelly blood drenched Gavin all over.
Gavin seemed unaware, threw away his spear, drew out his sword, and struck the ground near his ankle with a sword.
Before the sword could be completely lowered, a huge head stretched out, its mouth wide open, obviously trying to bite Gavin's ankle and drag him to the ground.
But its behavior has been predicted, so it can only follow in the footsteps of its brothers.
Half of his head was chopped off with a sword and he died on the spot.
Then he took a half-step diagonally, and kicked out his right leg like lightning.
A wild wolf that had just bitten the ankle of a militiaman, before it had time to exert its force, let out a miserable howl and lay on the ground unable to move.
Gavin's kick just now was not a random kick, but aimed at the wolf's most vulnerable lumbar spine and broke it with one kick.
