A motorcycle journey through the worlds

Chapter 113 There is still room for improvement

The next moment, the barbarian warrior discovered something even more shocking. The arm holding the wolf-fang warhammer had dirty, rough skin, and was covered with pus and blood scabs. The smell was even more disgusting. This was clearly the arm of an orc, but wasn't he a human? How could he have an orc's arm?

Oh, right, isn't the place where I'm standing right now the battlefield where a fierce battle just took place? When did I come here? Why don't I have any memory of it?

Although he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, they were just the sparks of thought that flashed through the barbarian warrior's mind like lightning. In fact, he didn't have any time to think deeply, let alone the slightest chance to dodge or parry, as the bright knife light had already slashed across his neck... "So... it feels like this when a cold saber slashes across your neck... a little cold, a little stuffy, a little nervous... and a little dizzy... but it doesn't hurt too much... No, my neck has started to hurt, and it's getting more and more severe, and my head is getting more and more dizzy. Is it because of excessive blood loss? I feel like my soul is about to leave my body. Is this death? Hmm? What is this? Isn't this the 'little ball of light' that just entered my body? Why is it still in my body, and... why do I feel that it is so similar to me, or even myself?"

The sparks of thought that flashed through the mind of this barbarian warrior were naturally unknown to others, but in the eyes of others, they clearly saw that those "small light balls" released by Lin Yu before, after entering the human body, those people would be stunned, and then even more bizarre things happened. Those who were stunned, their bodies would suddenly fall apart, some heads fell off, some legs and feet were broken, and some had many fatal knife wounds on their bodies out of thin air, and died tragically on the spot in an instant.

There were only a very small number of people, and more than 90% of them were orcs blessed by Saruman's "White Hand Badge". All of them were extremely strong in spirit and will, and they just rolled on the ground, holding their heads and shouting, and some of them would have some scars on their bodies, but at least they did not lose their lives.

Impressions before death, residual pain, the souls of those soldiers who died tragically on the battlefield, the clearest memory among them is the pain they endured at the moment before their death. Lin Yu forcibly injected the souls of these people into the bodies of others, and then let these living people also feel the clearest memories of the dead at the moment before their death... the pain in the soul, the despair before death.

As for why their real bodies in reality also have the same wounds as those suffered by the dead... Have you ever heard of "stigmata"? "Stigmata" is also known as "holy wounds". Those scars that only appear on the most devout believers are mostly in the shape of crosses, or the wounds suffered by Jesus Christ, such as circular nail wounds on the hands and feet, thorn wounds on the forehead, and fatal gunshot wounds on the chest... In addition, there are also wounds on the skin of believers that are recorded in scriptures in the Bible.

The reason why these scars appear is that these people are extremely pious, and they firmly believe that their "beliefs" will appear in their bodies. Because they truly "believe", these scars appear out of thin air.

The root of everything is "belief". As long as your soul "believes", your body will naturally "believe". Since even your "body" and "soul" unanimously believe that you have been injured or even dead, then no matter whether you believe it or not, you have to believe it anyway, and you have to die even if you don't want to die... Then is there anything else that I need to explain?

Use the soul of the dead to infect the soul of the living, and use the pain of the soul to transmit the pain of the body. Souls that died from sword wounds will cause the limbs of the living to split; wronged souls that died from fire will cause the bodies of the living to spontaneously combust; ghosts that died from freezing will cause the living to die on the spot... In theory, as long as there is a soul, it cannot resist the ultimate curse from the dead. This is the skill that Lin Yu is developing - fresh memory. Cutting with sharp weapons, smashing with blunt tools, poisoning and illness, burning and drowning, starving and freezing, suffocating and exploding... There are as many ways of death as there are ways of attacking people with fresh memory. This is the most efficient way to use the souls of the dead, and it is also the most "interesting" way to kill the living.

“But I have to admit that there is still a lot of room for improvement in the attack methods of these souls… The speed of these souls flying is really too slow…”

After the wronged souls who had tried various ways of death remembered it vividly, Lin Yu humbly gave the final evaluation. At this moment, there were not many living people on the battlefield. Well, although the skill inspiration was slightly related to Freddy, I still have to thank my former enemy. After the battle, Lin Yu looked at the dying Prince Xiyoude of Rohan, and finally treated him. The two sat on the shoulders of the Ent Tree Shepherd and soon arrived at a place less than a few kilometers away from the Royal City of Rohan.

Looking at the castle built on the entire hill, Lin Yu knew that his fierce battle with the white-robed wizard Saruman was about to begin... The Kingdom of Rohan is a country where grasslands and hills interweave. The whistling cold wind, the desolate Gobi, the melodious bagpipes, and the sturdy horses are the eternal main theme here... The harsh natural environment has tempered the Rohan Knights who are as majestic and sturdy as the north wind; the fertile grasslands of the Isen River Plain have nurtured the strongest and most galloping horses in the entire Middle-earth. The knight and the horse are combined into one, and even the evil Lord Sauron, who is full of evil flames, has to be afraid of the Rohan Knights.

However, the capital of such a legendary country, where the king lives, does not look as majestic as imagined. Rather than calling it a king's castle, it is more appropriate to call it a temple surrounded by villages and towns.

Medusikkur Palace in Edoras is the official name of this fort.

In the hall where a bonfire was lit, King Theoden, with a face as pale as a zombie and sunken eyes, sat on the throne like a candle in the wind. His eyes were staring blankly to the front and his chest was rising and falling faintly.

Seeing him like this, who could believe that the person sitting here was once a powerful and distinguished emperor who was famous for his bravery throughout Middle-earth and the king of the second largest family in the human justice camp.