People, wasteland, beasts and monsters...
Tests came one after another.
But he not only survived successfully, but also became stronger.
Ken collapsed on the ground and groaned twice. As the green light dimmed, his leg bones began to correct their positions, and his flesh and meridians automatically wound and healed.
[Qualification: 2.0]
He was slightly surprised that he had directly climbed two points.
But it was reasonable.
For him, the Cangcuo snake was the biggest test for entering the wasteland.
It and the dead Bamenluo wild boar were both [Level: C], higher than himself. The experience points used for treatment in this battle alone were not small.
"You, are you still alive?"
Kuima was still huddled in the corner. He witnessed a thrilling fight.
The sunset at the gap disappeared, and the pale moonlight floated up. Even his nose began to adapt to the stench in the air.
Finally, the other party climbed out of the bloody internal organs and made a wet and sticky sound.
Huh, Kuima breathed a sigh of relief.
[Cangcuo Snake Egg x6]
That was all he had gained.
Ken didn't care. The attribute improvement was his biggest confidence, but it was a pity to lose the equipment.
So far, [Standard Sword] [Qishan Winter Boots] [Short Bone Rib Armor] have all been scrapped, and the old coat on his body only has [Durability: 20%] and a broken sleeve.
[Steel Blade Dagger]
[Durability: 32%]
The only weapon was also on the verge of collapse.
Ken scratched his head, the blood stains were sticky in his hair, which made him feel uncomfortable.
He found several corpses in the passage.
Judging from their clothes, they seemed to be Kuima's companions.
They were corroded beyond recognition, and their items and equipment were completely unusable.
After confirming that there were no other threats.
Ken went back to help Kuima out and gave him some experience points.
The cave entrance was on the slope, the moonlight was rising, and the silver-veiled wilderness began to stir.
The firewood pile was rising with a reassuring flame. For the two of them, the past few days were unforgettable.
They found a broken pottery jar that was still usable in the cave, and put it on the campfire. The boiling snow made a gurgling sound.
Kuima filled a kettle with some, and took a few sips after it cooled down. He felt that his whole body was much clearer.
Ken waited for him to finish, and threw a few more handfuls of snow into the pottery jar, which melted and neutralized into warm water. He picked it up and poured it over his head, washing it roughly.
"My uncle who taught me how to survive said that being too particular in the wilderness would make you die with regrets."
"No, pursue a sense of ritual appropriately." Ken answered without raising his head. "This will inspire me to live."
"Oh, by the way, my name is Ken, Ken Bouvier."
Kuima remembered it silently.
The uncle who taught him the truth has died of the Cangcuo snake.
The stranger in front of him dismembered the Cangcuo snake.
Kuima saw Ken unfold the package and take out an irregular prism. He remembered that this thing originally grew on the lower jaw of the snake's head.
Ken smashed it with the end of the dagger, ground it into powder and threw it into the woodpile.
The firewood suddenly burst into flames.
The flame core rose hungrily, and the faint white mist slowly drifted from the cave mouth to the distance.
"This is a code."
Ken collected the remaining crystals, like a memory, and like an answer.
"The mercenaries' spoils of war are sometimes very troublesome, so we need to find professionals to transport them."
The countries in southern Xinjiang and the sea have their own codes.
The mysterious organization in the night can receive these specific information, and then weigh whether to take the order.
Kuima was secretly surprised.
He had heard similar rumors, but this technique was at least understood by the direct descendants of Zhan Jing and Shaman.
"Where did you learn that?"
"I forgot." Ken stared at the campfire and tapped his forehead with his index finger. "This information has been in my mind since I woke up."
"Awake?"
Quima was even more confused. The more he wanted to understand the other party, the more shocked he would be.
Ken lay back, stretched his limbs against the wall, and began to tell his story.
Waking up in the northern wilderness, the village called Sandonkaya.
The looters drove away the Hayden dogs, and encountered an avalanche on a stormy night.
The moss-backed stag and the Bamenlo wild boar fell into the cliff with him, and unexpectedly fell into the snake's nest, catching up with them to shed their skin.
To relieve psychological pressure.
To relieve the boredom of the long night.
Apart from the notes and experience points, Ken talked about his experiences during this period in detail. Feeling that he was a little talkative, he threw the topic to Quima again.
"Of course, you have lived here for generations, and your experience in the wilderness must be much richer than mine."
Quima was shocked.
Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he wondered how to explain it tactfully. In fact, in a small tribe like Santonkaya, the villagers spent most of their lives in berry fields and fishing grounds.
Is grazing and hunting considered adventure?
Quima remembered that when he was a child, his deceased uncle took him on a week-long trek to the Red Maple Highlands to participate in the Spring Festival.
The tribal warriors rode terrifying monsters.
The children sat around the campfire, eating animal legs they had never seen before and listening to stories about the wars and adventures in the wilderness for many years...
"They are here."
"Ah, who? Do you know them?"
Quima came back to his senses and saw Ken shaking his head, so he followed his gaze into the night.
A few dim pupils quickly disappeared.
A group of birds were startled in the forest, and the sound of hooves hitting the ground in groups, accompanied by quarrels and the sound of shaking cargo boxes.
"Mother Winter, what is that thing!"
The short-roaring beast galloped towards the snow slope. It was as big as a temporary tent, and its silver fur shone brightly in the moonlight.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The giant beast stopped in front of the cave, stamped its feet, and snorted with a stinky and misty sound.
Kuima looked at the leather saddle, a small paw tampering with the reins, and the "driver" was cursing at the "goods" in the back carriage.
"Shukapocha!"
It was actually only a little taller than a bucket, with sharp teeth and ears, and a face full of brown hair like an autumn fox.
[Longhaired tribe, the shortest branch of orcs. ]
"Son of a bitch."
It was not tall but old-fashioned, cursing, and no one knew where the anger came from. It pulled its leather coat and walked straight to the campfire.
"I'm Han from Hanqi, a porter in the wilderness serving you."
It spoke arrogantly, and even unbuttoned its pants in front of the two.
A pool of hot, fishy yellow urine rushed into the fire, making a sizzling sound.
Kuima turned his head immediately. Good guy, he also wanted to pour snow water on his head and clean his eyes.
Ken raised his eyebrows.
[The other party was changing the signal to tell his colleagues in the wilderness that the order had been taken away. ]
"You two are also men, why are you so scared." He still cursed, "What kind of goods are you transporting? Is it big?"
Ken smiled and nodded, picked up a torch, and tilted his head to indicate the depths of the cave.
Han whistled.
Kuima saw that the carriage moved, and the silent "goods" came down, and it turned out to be a giant.
He had an honest face, touched his head and smiled foolishly at everyone, avoiding the campfire and walking into the cave.
"Stupid, move faster!" Han's mouth was still vicious and impatient. "He's Qi from Hanqi, let's go, look at the things and negotiate the price!"
It turned out that Hanqi was a pair of partners.
Everyone pushed the wheeled cart to the pit just now.
Han took out a feather pen from behind his ear and stood in the ankle-deep pool of internal organs and muttered.
"Cangcuo snake, oh, it's shed, it's half the price." He was not afraid of these behemoths at all. "Adult Bamonlo, and a mossback."
While speaking, the giant named Qi untied the rope.
He used his strange strength to curl the Cangcuo snake into a ball, and put wheels on the other two animals. His movements were quick and decisive, very careful, and even found the broken antlers from the corner.
Ken was fascinated.
Bang!
A wooden board with numbers written on it was thrown at him.
Han, the long-haired orc, was holding a feather pen in his mouth and stretching his claws towards him. He shouted viciously in a tone that did not allow for negotiation:
"Pay the money!"