Chapter 3 Hunting

"The grandeur of the human world, plus the elves, adults, villains, dwarves, and kingdoms of gods that should exist and should exist, is it really worthy of being jointly produced by the five major countries?

There is only one server, and millions or even hundreds of millions of people play the game at the same time. How many story lines are required, and the story lines affect each other, collide, and the variables of the players”

The more Mo Lan thought about it, the more amazed he became, but in a blink of an eye he put these aside and quickly climbed up the big tree in front of him.

After looking at it up close, he found that this location was much better than he had imagined. He immediately got down from the tree, found a stone and smashed it, found a flat and sharp one, went up the tree again, combed the branches, smashed and cut them. Cut, and quickly cleared an area barely enough to accommodate on a branch.

Looking up at the gradually setting sun, Mo Lan moved more and more quickly, groping around herself, pulling out some hemp rope from her clothes and rubbing them together.

When I was ready, I went eastward, found a slightly higher pier, found a shrub the size of a thumb on it, and stretched out my hand to clean it, leaving only the bare trunk.

The shrub bends, feeling the force of the rebound, and then removes the dead branches and leaves from the ground next to it, exposing the black and finely divided soil below.

Break off a twig and insert it into the ground to form an arch, then bend the shrubs that were bald before, and tie the hemp rope prepared in advance, and a trap is set up in a blink of an eye.

Mo Lan understands that if what the fourth brother said in the forum is true, then this world will be extremely real.

Then the usual methods of playing games to fight monsters will be ineffective in real games, just like this garbage game in reality, those you can’t beat will not provoke you, and will not appear in front of you, while those who attack you can always be killed your.

In this case, he can only kill monsters by hunting, so that he can gain enough experience to fill up the experience bar of the ink cartridge as soon as possible, so that Mo Lan can get a glimpse of the secret.

Coincidentally, this is exactly what Mo Lan, who grew up in a small mountain area, is good at, and there are no technical problems.

Thinking of this, Mo Lan continued to set up five bird traps in a row, and did not stop until the hemp rope was used up.

Back under the big tree before, sat on the ground, and began to dismember the skin, meat, bones, and teeth of hungry wolves and roe deer with sharp stone flakes.

The smell of blood gradually spread in the forest, and after a while, Mo Lan felt as if there were a pair of eyes around her, as if there were ferocious beasts watching in the dark.

The skin on the wolf's body was removed by Mo Lan, and it was tattered, with different thicknesses.

Use stones to scrape off the remaining flesh and blood little by little, and then hang it on the branch. The breeze blows slowly, and the smell of blood continues to spread.

The forest was deadly silent, but Mo Lan didn't seem to notice, her back casually exposed to the bushes, like a piece of ham constantly emitting fragrance, making the beast want to move.

On the way back after hanging the wolf skin, Mo Lan staggered with his left foot and fell to the ground with his right foot. The sudden fall made him panic, his face changed drastically, his hands and feet were flustered, and his whole body gave off the signal that I am a weak chicken .

call!

At this moment, the strong wind howled, and a strong blue wolf jumped out from the bushes, the wolf's kiss was wide open, and its ferocious fangs pointed directly at the back of Mo Lan's neck.

But the panicked Mo Lan suddenly clenched his fists at this moment, a curved fang protruded from between his fingers, and with a wave of his fist, the curved fang was like a sharp dagger and directly slashed towards Qinglang's soft abdomen .

Once hit, Qinglang scratched at the slightest, disemboweled at the severest, and died of serious injuries.

The strength of a hunter lies in patience and acting skills. Mo Lan's courage and acting skills make people feel that he is a rookie.

The relationship between hunter and prey is quietly transformed in this illusion.

"Die to me!"

Mo Lan gave a low drink.

Qinglang dodges, miss.

Mo Lan played GG.

However, Mo Lan is really an idiot.

Died in severe pain, and revived in the aftertaste of pain, the wolf fang in his hand fell to the ground, Mo Lan simply and simply threw himself at the blue wolf, wrapping himself tightly around it.

The previous scene was repeated again. Although this blue wolf was much stronger than the previous hungry wolf, it quickly fell into a passive position as it was weak.

"As long as I die fast enough, the prey will never escape my grasp."

Mo Lan seemed to have adapted to the pain, revived quickly, skillfully blocked Qinglang's mouth and paws with less lethal parts of his body, then clasped Qinglang's eyes and throat with his fist, and slammed Qinglang's soft body with knees and elbows. abdomen.

After another death, the familiar white smoke rose and then all submerged into Mo Lan's body.

LV0: 17/100

The next moment, the 17 points of experience in the experience bar disappeared directly, and appeared in the ink cartridge instead.

"Seventeen o'clock, beautiful, now there are twenty-eight o'clock, and there is only a gap of seventy-two."

Mo Lan looked at the corpse of Qinglang on the ground, and at the blood that was still steaming all over the ground, looking forward to it.

"It will be soon."

What exactly is hidden inside the cartridge?

No rush, hurry up, hurry up.

Click Resurrect.

LV0: 0/100 > LV0: 0/100

Looking at the unchanged experience bar, Mo Lan patted her chin proudly.

"As long as I don't have experience points, you can't deduct my experience points. I am indeed a genius."

After a few minutes of feeling good about herself, Mo Lan picked up Qinglang to fight against her shoulders.

Qinglang was dead, but Mo Lan didn't care, and left the stream and walked away.

Not far away, he stopped at an open space, and clumsily disassembled the Qinglang's corpse with a broken stone. He sat next to the bush with his back facing the bush, holding the Qingwolf with both hands.

The smell of blood filled the air, and Mo Lan tried his best to act like a weak chicken with no hunting experience. His whole body, especially the attractive back and the back of his head exuded an aura, as if he was Say, I'm a weak chicken, I'm a weak chicken, I'm a weak chicken.

"Tsk, I'm really amazing. I act so vividly that people can tell that this is a defenseless weakling. Oscar owes me a little golden man."

Amidst the exclamations, the danger approached silently, after all, no beast could refuse the tempting back of the head.

The leopard appeared without a sound, and in an instant, it jumped through the bushes and appeared behind Mo Lan, biting it down and shattering its spine.

Before the leopard could enjoy the food, Mo Lan had been revived again and rushed towards the leopard.

However, compared to Qinglang's attack again, the leopard dodged directly and looked at Mo Lan in surprise. The next moment, it turned into a yellow afterimage and disappeared in the forest. The speed was so high that Mo Lan's eyes couldn't catch it.

"So fast!"

Mo Lan blurted out her surprise, without hiding the slightest expression.

"What kind of leopard is this, with such a fast speed and so steady, I'm clearly a weak chicken, is it possible that my true strength has been leaked?

Alas, the wolf is still cute, miss it. "