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Chapter 5 0005: Deer, Boar

Clang!

The thick nails of the iron helmet collapsed on the steel sword.

Ken seized the opportunity that flashed in his mind, and stepped on one paw precisely, the huge force almost lifted him up...

And the Necromancer Badger took advantage of this strength to break free from the bondage!
It opened its huge mouth, and a roar of thirsting for flesh came out from its throat, and the black hole deep in the base of its tongue continued to enlarge.

Ken didn't hold back anymore.

He allowed the black energy of hunting to infect his emotions.

The fear is gone.

The trembling was gone.

The reaction force breaks through the limit in an instant!
Instead of retreating, he raised his upper body, raised his hands, and sent the blade into its throat with all his strength.

He felt that the steel sword entered the opponent's body, until it pierced the heart, the feeling of rupture spread to the fingertips, and the dirty and thick blood spurted out along the wrist.

The blue flames start to disappear.

The experience value floats in and out.

[The battle is over, serious injury X1, fur (broken) X1, bone claw X4, animal oil X2]

Ken pushed aside the body.

He let go of the steel sword, fell to his knees, and beat the snow cover repeatedly with both hands.

[Status: Hunting Infection 84%]

Scarlet wanted to swallow her own consciousness at any time.

His expression is constantly changing, the left pupil is dimmed, and the right remains amber.

Sometimes he growled, sometimes he gritted his teeth.

Every moment of waking up, he will consume experience points as soon as possible, and the person will slowly return to normal.

【Shouluo didn't swallow 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 from the corner of his eye.

He reached out to caress the wound on his neck.

It stings a little, but it doesn't matter.

The joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe surged in my heart.

【Wisdom: 2.0】

Ken is brave, but that doesn't mean he's reckless.

On the contrary, he was extraordinarily careful, and when the crisis was resolved, he began to plan to solve the prey problem.

Today is a fine day, and there are many beasts looking for food.

The food crisis enveloped the entire Santon Kaya tribe. The hunters did not hide their secrets. Before they separated, they shared various skills with all their strength.

But due to time constraints, Ken can only remember a few scratches.

[Limited Time Mission: Hunting]

[Wildland Level: F]

[The attempts of fledglings often start with setting traps and bait. 】

Ken pouted, but at his own level, there was nothing to argue about the comments given by the remarks.

He took out the 【Beast Oil】 that was stripped from the dead badger.

Then put the previously collected [grass fruit] [qiang tree root] into the broken cloak, crush and mash, and the final product looks like mashed potatoes mixed with broken bones.

【Bait: Vegetarian · Simple】

Ken bent a cedar sapling to make a simple trap.

Its mission is only to delay and trap the prey, and when the time comes, it will complete the kill from the flank.

This way of hunting, for the experienced natives of the northern border, is at best a boring game before going to bed. Never think that you can get lucky if you gamble with the wasteland.

Ken hid with his back against the slope.

He didn't like the smell of copper, washed his mouth with snow, and waited quietly.

There was a bird beside the pine branch, and he thought it was a common crow until it opened its mouth into three parts and showed its fine fangs.

It must have been a long wait, the sense of anticipation blurred the passage of time.

He felt that the sun had almost reached the shortest branch of the tree, 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 walking on the frozen river from a distance.

【Moss-backed deer with hanging horns】

Its body is much stronger than its counterparts in the southern border forest, and its fur is thick and dark green.

Ken is more concerned about the size of this thing, visually he can only reach its chin, and its body is more than half a hoof than a war horse.

He drew back excitedly.

"Tsk tsk, good luck, how many meals is enough for this?"

Palotusbi is not just frozen soil and hard rocks, the surface is rough, and the woods are full of vitality. Colorful frightened birds pass 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 had heard the desired chord, this route was carefully selected by him by wasting a lot of experience points.

Shuzhu successfully tied the hind hoof of the hanging-horned deer to exert strength.

The snowdrifts began to flake off, and skeletons crawled out of them.

Ken was not reckless, animals that could survive in the harsh climate of the wilderness, even vegetarians should not be underestimated.

Lu Ming went from anger to panic.

Its hind hooves are constantly struggling, and its front hooves are pawing the ground while blocking the attack of the undead skeletons, but the battle situation has turned rapidly, and the undead creatures' desire for flesh and blood is beyond imagination.

Ken waited silently, estimating the durability of the trap.

The hunting process that I have carefully designed will definitely not turn the food I get into [dead deer].

After dozens of steps, he heard the sound of cedar branches breaking, and he knew that the hanging-horned deer had broken free.

It didn't hesitate, and ran towards its own direction.

The four hooves ran fast, and the huge and forked horns broke through the bushes.

Ken exhaled the air from his lungs.

He beat the rhythm to calculate the distance, and loosened the vine mechanism in advance, and there was a gradually clear snow mark on the ground...

Crash, yo, bang!

All kinds of movements startled the birds.

Two cedar trees lifted the adult stag aloft like a barbecue, and the great inertia made the tree trunks crack and babble.

Ken jumped from the side, and the steel sword sliced ​​through the flesh in the air.

The moss-backed deer was injured and struggled, kicking its hooves indiscriminately.

Ken was very flexible. The moment the two figures crossed, he drew a pool of blood at the opponent's hamstring.

Wet bloodstains spread out.

Ken rolled and got up, and pressed forward methodically with a confident expression. Not long after, the snow cover behind him collapsed.

He handed the sword forward, and the snow fell down, and this was already the mountainside.

The moss-backed deer is worthy of being an animal in the wilderness, and even in such a situation, it has avoided the vital point!
It leaped up and ran into the woods on Ken's shoulder.

Oops, it got away!
Ken got up from the ground again and spat out the snow scum. He wasn't very nervous, the blood stains would lead him to a fat deer with plump flesh.

He danced the sword flower to shake off the blood on it, and looked carefully at the forest...

I saw the branches shaking, but the direction of falling snow was towards me?

The footsteps approached quickly, and the deer that escaped just now was "vomited" back by the jungle. The deer's eyes were full of panic and despair.

"What's going on, you're still running back?"

Yo oh, yo oh!
Confused by its howling, Ken was about to raise his sword to end the hunt, but was surprised to find that the right hind hoof of the deer was broken!
Folding backwards, the fist-thick bone was directly broken into stubble.

It was caused by some kind of incomprehensible collision!
"In such a short time, what have you experienced?"

[Limited Time Mission: Scramble]

[Wildland Level: C]

[There are other things coveting your prey, you can give up appropriately, or fight back bravely. 】

There was a new movement in the woods.

That trembling comes from the ground beneath your feet.

The cedar snow was knocked off, and the huge black figure was the battering ram breaking through the nailed gates, emptying the bush quite casually.

Ken only felt a gust of wind rushing in front of him, and then all the extra plants disappeared,

【Barmonro wild boar】

Call ~
The opponent's nostrils opened and closed, exhaling foul-smelling hoarfrost.

He raised his head tremblingly, the thing was as tall as two of himself, and its disproportionate fangs were as thick as its legs.

"Oh, fight back? How do I..."

(End of this chapter)