【Age:19(72)】

[Talent: Synthesize all things]

[Level: None]

[Skill: None]

[Art: Padolon Common Language (20/100)]

[Status: sub-health, damaged bones, weak internal organs, hunger, exhaustion - recommended treatment plan↓]

"It turns out that this language is called Padolonian Common."

"I finally understand a little bit. If I read more books, I should be able to master it completely."

Finish the broth in the earthen pot.

Lin Suo spent too much energy and fell into a deep sleep while lying on the bed.

…

late at night.

A fierce cry of death woke him up.

There were erratic figures outside the tent, and blood splattered everywhere.

There were screams and wails everywhere.

"Cut the horse's legs!"

"What the hell..."

Consciously becoming a language master, Lin Suo was afraid when he heard the voice, but he always felt that the meaning was strange.

"Get him down there? Hiss~"

Taking a deep breath, he couldn't help but touch his butt and hid it under the bed.

This group of soldiers are all 1.8 meters tall. It's better not to cause trouble with his small arms and legs.

It's better to just stay put.

After an unknown amount of time, the fighting outside became quieter.

Lin Suo lay on the bottom of the bed, his face covered with sweat, then secretly crawled to the edge of the tent, opened a gap, and observed secretly.

During the day, the group of soldiers who treated each other politely wore silver-white armor with a unique pattern of intertwined swords and axes.

What he saw now was a group of soldiers wearing black rattan armor with three tree symbols on their chests.

"Failed..."

"What a bad luck."

Lin Suo hammered the ground angrily. Although he had the synthesis talent given by the mysterious Rubik's Cube, he spent the whole day groping and only found out the experience of being able to synthesize similar items and control the results.

I fell asleep from exhaustion.
Chapter completed!