Clang!
The thick nails of the iron helmet broke on the steel sword.
Ken seized the opportunity that flashed through his mind and stepped on a claw accurately. The huge force almost lifted him up...
And the undead badger actually took advantage of this force to break free from the restraints!
It opened its huge mouth, and a roar of blood and flesh came out of its throat, and the black hole deep in the root of its tongue continued to expand.
Ken did not restrain himself anymore.
He let the black air of the hunter infect his emotions.
The fear disappeared.
The trembling disappeared.
The reaction speed instantly broke through the limit!
He did not retreat but moved forward, raised his hands, and used all his strength to send the blade into its throat.
He felt the steel sword enter the other party's body until it pierced the heart, the rupture sensation was transmitted to the fingertips, and the dirty and thick blood shot out along the wrist.
The blue flame began to disappear.
Experience points floated and flew.
[Battle is over, severely injured x1, fur (broken) x1, bone claws x4, animal oil x2]
Ken pushed aside the corpse.
He let go of the steel sword, knelt on the ground, and repeatedly beat the snow cover with his hands.
[Status: 84% infection by the hunter]
The scarlet is about to engulf his consciousness at any time.
His expression is constantly changing, the left pupil is dim and the right still retains amber.
Sometimes he growls, sometimes he grits his teeth.
Every moment he is awake, he will consume the experience points as quickly as possible, and he will slowly return to normal.
[The hunter did not engulf you. If this matter is exposed, everyone will covet your power. ]
After Ken completely regained his sanity, he immediately adjusted the blood bar to a state visible in the peripheral vision.
He reached out and touched the wound on his neck.
It stung a little, but it didn't matter.
The joy of surviving a disaster surged in his heart.
[Wisdom: 2.0]
Ken is fearless, but that doesn't mean he's reckless.
On the contrary, he is very thoughtful. When the crisis is resolved, he starts to plan to solve the problem of prey.
Today is a good day, and there are many wild animals foraging.
The food crisis is looming over the entire Sandonkaya tribe. The hunters are not secretive. When they were not separated earlier, they shared all kinds of skills to the best of their ability.
But due to time constraints, Ken only remembered a little bit.
[Limited-time mission: hunting]
[Wasteland level: F]
[The attempts of beginners often start with setting traps and baits. ]
Ken curled his lips, but at his level, there was nothing to argue about the comments.
He took out the [animal oil] stripped from the undead badger.
Then he put the [grass fruit] and [qiang tree root] collected before into the torn cloak and crushed them. The final product looked like mashed potatoes mixed with broken bones.
[Bait: Plain and Simple]
Ken bent the cedar seedlings and made a simple trap.
Its mission was only to delay and trap the prey, and then he would kill it from the flank.
For the experienced northern natives, this hunting method was at most a boring game before bedtime. Never think that you can get lucky by betting against the wilderness.
Ken hid with his back against the slope.
He didn't like the smell of copper, so he washed his mouth with snow and waited quietly.
There was a bird next to the pine branch. Before it opened its mouth into three petals and revealed its fine and sharp teeth, he thought it was an ordinary crow.
It must have been a long wait, and the anticipation blurred the passage of time.
He felt that the sun was about to kiss the shortest branch, and even his physical strength had almost recovered.
[Something is following your bait and is about to enter the trap. ]
Ken squinted his eyes and saw a dark shadow moving on the frozen river from a distance.
[Moss-backed Deer]
Its body is much stronger than its counterparts in the forests of southern Xinjiang, with thick fur and dark green color.
Ken was more concerned about the size of this thing. He estimated that he was only up to its chin, and its body was half a hoof longer than a warhorse.
He shrank back excitedly.
"Tsk tsk, what luck, how many meals can this be enough for?"
Palotus is not only frozen soil and hard rocks, but also has rough strokes on the surface. The woods are full of vitality, and colorful birds fly over his head from time to time.
"Yo--"
The roar spread from the plain.
Ken closed his eyes and nodded his head lightly, as if the court tutor heard the chord he wanted. This route was carefully selected by him with a lot of experience points.
The tree tripe successfully tied the hind hoof of the deer for power.
The snow pile began to peel off, and the skeleton crawled out of it.
Ken was not reckless. Animals that could survive in the harsh climate of the wilderness, even if they were vegetarians, should not be underestimated.
Luming went from angry to panic.
Its hind hooves were constantly struggling, and its front hooves were digging the ground while blocking the invasion of the undead skeletons, but the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. The undead creatures' desire for flesh and blood was beyond imagination.
Ken waited silently, estimating the durability of the trap.
The hunting process that he had carefully designed would definitely not allow the food he got to become [Undead Deer].
He heard the sound of cedar branches breaking from a few dozen steps away, and knew that the hanging horn deer had broken free.
It didn't hesitate and ran towards him.
The four hooves ran very fast, and the huge and forked horns broke through the bushes.
Ken exhaled the air in his lungs.
He tapped the rhythm to calculate the distance, and released the vine mechanism in advance, and suddenly a gradually clear snow mark appeared on the ground...
Swish, Yo, Bang!
The noises scared away flocks of birds.
Two cedars lifted the adult male deer high like a grill, and the huge inertia made the tree trunks crack.
Ken rushed out from the side, and the steel sword cut through the flesh in the air.
The mossback deer was injured and struggled, kicking randomly with its hooves.
Ken was very flexible. The moment the two figures crossed each other, he pulled out his hand and drew a puff of blood from the other's hamstring.
The wet blood spread out.
Ken rolled up and pressed forward in an orderly manner with a confident expression. Not long after, the snow cover behind the other collapsed.
He handed the sword forward, and the snow fell down. This was already the mountainside.
The mossback deer is worthy of being an animal in the wilderness. It actually avoided the vital points in such a situation!
It leaped up and stepped on Ken's shoulder and rushed into the woods.
Oops, it actually ran away!
Ken got up from the ground again and spat out the snow. He was not very nervous. The blood would lead him to a fat deer with plump meat.
He waved his sword to shake off the blood and looked carefully at the woods...
He saw the branches shaking, but the direction of the falling snow was towards him?
The footsteps approached rapidly. The deer that had escaped just now was actually "spitted" back by the jungle. The eyes of the deer as big as a green clam were full of fear and despair.
"What's going on? It's running back?"
Yo, Yo!
Ken was disturbed by its wailing. Just as he was about to raise his sword to end the hunt, he was surprised to find that the right hind hoof of the hanging horn deer was broken!
It flipped in the opposite direction, and the fist-thick bone was directly broken into pieces.
It was caused by some incomprehensible collision!
"What have you been through in such a short time?"
[Limited-time mission: scramble]
[Wasteland level: C]
[If something else covets your prey, you can give up appropriately or fight back bravely. ]
There was a new movement in the woods.
The trembling came from the ground under his feet.
The snow on the cedar was knocked off, and the huge black shadow was like a battering ram breaking through the nail board door, and it cleared the bush casually.
Ken only felt a gust of wind rushing in front of him, and then all the extra plants disappeared,
[Barmonro Wild Boar]
Huh~
The other party's nostrils opened and closed, exhaling white frost with a foul smell.
He raised his head with a trembling heart. The thing was twice as tall as himself, and the completely disproportionate fangs were as thick as his legs.
"Heh, fight back? What should I do..."