"Drak'nira, have you ever seen a Wind Hare?"
The sudden inquiry from the boss made Drak'nira's eyes light up.
It hurriedly approached, with a flattering look on its face.
"Boss, the Wind Hare is an advanced individual of the Hare, a second-order Warcraft. It's quite large, and its meat is delicious. Although it's formidable, it's also foolish and easily frightened, often colliding with trees and dying."
An advanced individual of the Hare?
Aden's eyes brightened, and he began to ponder.
The Hare possesses magical skills, so the Wind Hare must possess even more powerful magical skills.
Perhaps he could have his first magical skill in life.
"Choose the third option!"
[The Wind Hare, frightened, collided with a tree and died. You ate the Wind Hare and obtained the magical skill "Wind Blade"]
[You have grown stronger, and your mindset has undergone a subtle change]
[You entered a forest full of spider webs. Please make the following choices]
[One, continue forward, ignoring everything]
[Two, you sense something is wrong and choose to detour]
[Three, you think there will be spider-like Warcraft, which is an opportunity to gain skills, so you choose to hunt unknown Warcraft]
How to choose among the three options?
Aden, sitting on a large rock, looked thoughtful.
The first option is the most foolish.
A forest full of spider webs looks suspicious no matter how you look at it.
Since you feel something is wrong, how can you ignore everything and continue on your way?
Aden doesn't believe he would be so careless.
Between options two and three, Aden leans more towards the second option.
Because the second option is the safest.
And the third option is a bit too risky.
Facing unknown Warcraft, deciding to hunt rashly is equally foolish.
"Choose the second option!"
[You chose to detour, and a human adventurer team ambushed you, and you died]
[Your right ear was cut off and became the trophy of the human adventurer team]
[Malphas managed to escape by luck, and after the adventurers left, he returned to take your body]
[You were eaten by Malphas, and Malphas successfully evolved into a large Goblin]
[Your skull was preserved and received daily nourishment from urine]
[As a transmigrator, you are cautious, but this cannot change the fact that you are just a weakling. As a Goblin, you are both a hunter and prey. Your death is of no value to this world, and no one will remember your death. Your death only changed the fate of a weak Goblin. Your death has some value, but that's all]
[End of simulated life, score: 3.]
[Please choose from the following rewards]
[One, every five points of score level +1]
[Two, every five points of score attribute +5]
[Three, spend ten points for "Reinforced Skeleton" level +1]
"Choose the third option!"
Aden looked speechless at Malphas, who was gnawing on a piece of meat.
Does this guy have some kind of fetish for his skull?
Why is he always thinking about his skull.
Is being urinated on a ritual of some sort for Goblins?
["Reinforced Skeleton" level +3]
Familiar sensations surged through the body once again.
Aden felt as if every bone in his body had been dislocated, crackling and popping.
The intense pain from all over his body made Aden gasp.
Muscles under the skin were visibly writhing and swelling.
It took a while for the strange phenomena in his body to gradually disappear.
Aden hurriedly opened his character panel to take a look.
[Name: Gorgath]
[Race: Goblin]
[Level: 8]
[Strength: 112]
[Defense: 93]
[Agility: 31]
[Mana: 5]
[Charm: .]
[Luck: 11]
[Devour: Consuming the flesh and blood of Warcraft has a chance to gain the opponent's skills]
[Reinforced Skeleton: Lv4 (Strength +8, Defense +8, Agility +2)]
Strength and defense attributes are very high, but other attributes are somewhat lacking.
Aden thought of Xylobane's attributes.
As the leader of the Goblins, Xylobane only had a higher strength attribute, with other attributes being relatively balanced.
Of course, the mana attribute is not included.
"O... Old... Boss, are you about to evolve?"
Drak'nira, standing by, looked at the boss with fear.
Just now, the boss's body seemed to twist and wriggle like a monster.
Although it didn't know what had happened, it knew the boss had become stronger.
"Well, soon!"
Aden gladly accepted the fact that he had become stronger.
He was not strong enough; he had to become stronger.
He was strong now, but also weak.
Without SimLife to predict the future, he would have died many times over.
Aden stood up and brushed the mud and dust off his beast skin.
"Let's go!"
The Goblins who had gone up the mountain soon went back down.
This time, SimLife provided less information.
It didn't specify which direction to go after going down the mountain.
It didn't go into detail about what to do after going down.
Aden didn't dwell on this point; no matter how he chose, it was probably all within SimLife's prediction.
Five hours later, a big river indeed blocked the team's path.
Looking at the big river in front of him, Aden, standing on the riverbank, was confused.
Goblins can swim, and Aden had wondered before why they didn't swim across.
Now Aden understood why he had to make a raft to cross the river.
Because the river was very turbulent, with an astonishing flow rate, it could be described as surging waves.
The width of the river was more than six hundred meters.
Swimming to the middle would likely exhaust one's strength.
"Boss, let's go downstream to find a place where we can cross the river."
The might of nature in front of them made Drak'nira's face show fear.
If they tried to cross the river from here, they would surely die.
"Go and fell trees to make a raft!"
If they went downstream to find a crossing, wouldn't they miss the Wind Rabbit?
Aden had no intention of changing his future here.
"Boss, what is a raft?"
Drak'nira looked at his boss with a confused face.
Aden then realized he had overestimated the Goblins.
However, it was true that Goblins didn't need the raft technology.
Goblins were good swimmers, and those living in the forest didn't need something like a raft.
"Go and collect some dead wood, the more and bigger the better."
Collecting dead wood was much easier than felling live trees.