[At dawn, you are walking in the freezing rain, your vision is dim, and there is only the howling of the wind in your ears. ]
Ken looked up from his cloak, his lips were frozen purple, and he could no longer tell whether it was rain or ice falling on his face.
The last bit of winter in the North was erupting.
Although the wind and snow helped to cover up the whereabouts, it was not easy for him, and he had a severe headache now.
He turned around.
In the night, a row of crooked footprints could be vaguely seen, which would soon disappear.
[There is a cave on the other side, and now the shelter and the campfire are more important than anything else. ]
Okay, Ken gritted his teeth.
He opened his eyes from time to time to find the right direction, and almost rushed across the frozen river with his head covered. His legs and feet became weak and he fell into the dark earth cave.
His ears were quiet, and the freezing rain did not continue to hit his face.
He grasped the steel sword tightly and crawled, and moved his body in rather embarrassedly.
[Don't stop, check the package quickly. If you lose consciousness now, you may be in a long sleep. ]
"Huh~Okay, hiss."
Ken was exhausted.
The cloak was soaked by the rain, and there were even signs of freezing and hardening.
The wasteland was really terrible.
He reached into his pocket and searched the corpse earlier. Some of the personal belongings were also kept.
I remember there were some. Hey, I found it.
[Item: Firebox]
Gunpowder is actually a secret art. Although port countries and pirates are keen to make it into weapons, the continent of Oshua is still dominated by cold weapons and magic.
Two pieces of iron rubbed against each other, and the flames that sprang out of the gap were annihilated by the wind.
Tsk, it's unreliable.
Palotus has a kind of black shell, which is sold in many stalls. Mercenaries tie it to their waists like a bell, with broken molten stone inside, and pouring it out can ignite dry wood.
It's much more convenient than this thing!
If I return to Santonkaya alive, I must ask for something to carry with me, and I must eat and drink enough, and take a bath in warm water...
Ken imagined the stove and the blanket.
Just when he was about to faint, the rags finally began to glow, slowly twisting with the heat waves.
The cave became clear.
This is a temporary residence dug by the hunters.
The space is not large, but fortunately, there are firewood and a fire pit.
[It's almost dawn, and the hungry monsters will always get up earlier than you. ]
Ken leaned against the wall and panted.
He used the sword as a crutch, the flame illuminated the side of his face, and his eyelids were very heavy.
The entrance of the cave sent the faint light into the night.
The rain stopped, and the snow fell slowly.
This means that there will be more creatures coming out to forage at sunrise.
He seemed to hear a rustling sound, something in the wild was rubbing against the branches.
The cave must be covered up as soon as possible, but my bones are begging for mercy, and running all night has reached its limit.
What to do?
Suddenly, something fell in the shadow.
Then, more and more, the ground began to shake slightly - the snow cover collapsed!
Ken held the sword, his amber pupils surrounded by bloodshot, he stared at the two-meter-high cave entrance, the night was shaking, and the soil and gravel were sloping down like a waterfall.
The snow mist rushed into the depths of the cave.
The flames were pressed to the ground, the cloak was blown away, and the old coat was in a mess.
Ken didn't move, he gritted his teeth and held the hilt of the sword, the black shadow rushed over, and in a trance, he seemed to see a silver-haired baboon slapping his chest and rushing towards him.
The wilderness wants to kill me, then come on!
He used up his last strength, raised the steel sword upright, and stabbed it into the ground fiercely.
[If future generations dig up the ruins, they will judge from the bones that you never bowed to fate until your death. ]
The broken stones hit the corners of your forehead, and the snow poured into your collar.
Two steps, one step.
The landslide stopped at your feet.
The smoke and dust dissipated, and the red dot tentatively popped out sparks, and then the warm light filled the cave again.
Most of its area has been blocked.
Ken raised his head, and blood flowed from his ears. He was injured by the stones, but now he only felt the warmth and comfort of the blood.
The entrance of the cave was not completely blocked, and there was a gap of about two fists to ensure smooth flow.
"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha!"
He laughed at himself at first, and his laughter became more and more unbridled.
There was no need to find a way to block the entrance of the cave. The debris and snow piles not only became natural protection, but also easy to dig out after waking up.
[Lucky, you...]
Ken was completely unconscious.
The joy of surviving the catastrophe relaxed his nerves, and he fell asleep instantly. Only the sword was still standing by the campfire, silently keeping watch.
For a long time, there was no dream.
The sun shone through the gap and shone on the blood-dried face.
Ken curled up and turned his head away. The campfire was no longer warm, and the notes were clearly floating in front of him.
[Unforgettable night, you woke up just in time, and it's best to do something before it crawls out completely. ]
Click, ho, sip...
Sleep makes the senses more sensitive, and those movements are particularly harsh in a small space.
What is it!
Ken turned over and drew his sword, aiming at the direction of the cave entrance. His heartbeat stopped briefly and then accelerated instantly.
In front of him, there was a black shadow struggling to wriggle. The outline was like a person, and there was a strange cry in his throat. The sun illuminated the back of its head, and he could see the rotten meat sticking to the skull.
[Hostile: Undead Skeleton x1]
[Level: F]
[He is dead, his soul has no place to go, his body is infected by the 'Hunting Fall', and will be attracted by blood when there is no command. ]
The furnace households who have survived the winter will say that there are three dangers in the wasteland.
The clouds that can change their faces at any time, the undead that break out of the ground, and the humans with ulterior motives.
Ken saw that the ground in front of the undead skeleton was full of scratches. This thing had a hoarse voice and a faint blue light burning in its eyes.
Not only was there an annotation in his vision, but a thin red frame also appeared on the top of the skull.
[The blood bar symbolizes vitality, and it is not full. It seems that the landslide has caused damage to it. ]
Smash!
Ken drew out his steel sword and chopped it near its collarbone. The white stubble popped out rotten flesh, and the blood bar on the top of the skull suddenly shrank inward.
"You're pretty durable."
He changed his position and swung his weapon again, this time chopping down with all his strength.
[Your body is no longer as brave as it used to be. At most, you can be considered an extraordinary adventurer. ]
Okay, no wonder no matter how I try, it feels different from what I remember.
But why did it become weaker? Could it be that this injury on my arm caused me some irreversible hidden disease?
Before he could figure it out, the blade stopped instantly.
The head of the undead fell to the ground with a plop.
The fire in its eyes was completely extinguished.
[The battle is over: no injuries, no spoils. ]
Ken was about to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly a light green light rose from the corpse and flew straight to his forehead, and the steel sword couldn't stop it!
Oh no, there is a trick.
Magic or curse?
Ken felt the fireflies melt in his body, very gently, without pain, and even the muscle soreness was relieved a lot.
He pointed his shoulder towards the light source and tried to remove the bandage.
Under the blood, the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What was going on?
Before he could react, the note suddenly flashed.
[Task: Attempt]
[Progress: Completed]
Ken could only hear his breathing.
The world returned to nothingness.
His body collapsed backwards, his soul became thick and heavy, and followed the guidance of the energy, drifting down the river.