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Chapter 6 0006: Quima

It is covered with sharp ice all over.

That's right, not manes, but actual ice thorns.

Its forehead is covered with scars, most notably the left tusk that has been broken off, and a protruding, stubby nose.

"Well, it's yours."

Ken silently gave up half of his body.

But what is outrageous is that the opponent also moved sideways a step.

[Hungry meat eaters are unwilling to let go of anything that can be eaten. 】

"Okay, but I think it's best for everyone to stay still for now."

Ken tries to communicate.

He was talking nonsense, watching every move of the wild boar in panic.

This cliff is hollow!
Adult mossback deer are already the limit of their own hunting plans.

In front of this monster that blocks the sky and weighs five compartments, is it going to step on it?
Hum Chi, Hum Chi!
"Oh no, ah, you bloody idiot!"

Yo oh, yo!

Ken screamed and backed away, and the deer neighed wildly.

The hungry Parmelo boar spread its hooves, and as it slammed its full length up the cliff, everything began to crumble.

[Hide, now. 】

Remarks was actually forced to take the initiative to warn.

Ken began to lose balance under his feet and couldn't find a point of strength, but he still tried his best to twist his body the moment he saw the note.

He felt as if a spear had been brushed against his ribs, and he was forced into the air, crashing into the slinghorn.

Two animals and one person flew towards the edge of the cliff together.

If you look away...

It can be seen that the collision of [Barmenro Wild Boar] set off a snow wave.

Three shadows were mixed in the white mist.

Ken's throat was sweet, he suppressed the terrible weightlessness, found the right direction during the process of turning over and falling, and tried his best to insert the steel sword into the crack in the stone.

He felt his mouth tingling.

There was a bang in the air, and the [Standard Sword] was directly broken.

[Quality: Broken] flashed before his eyes, and in an instant, only darkness remained.

Below the cliff is a very long slope, everything turned upside down, a deep gully rolled out on the snow blanket, and in an instant, a round monster jumped out of the plane.

It was a ridiculously large snowball, at least as tall as a log house.

Rumble!
Snowball reached the finish line, and its huge size even blocked the opening of a natural cave.

The people and animals mixed in were all "sprayed" out, fell into the depths of the cave, and rolled on the gravel path for a few more breaths.

The world has returned to silence.

Tick, tick.

[Water drops fall on your face, and your brain shakes evenly. 】

Ken is in a near-death coma, and his only remnant is to activate experience points.

Fortunately, the hanging-horned deer was dead, [Limited Time Mission: Hunting] was completed, and the rich experience points were collected, and were consumed in treatment in an instant.

The body again narrowly escaped death.

Ken gradually regained consciousness, but he felt a coolness coming from his wrist, and some kind of greasy object passed over his skin, which was creepy, as if something was swimming on it.

Roll over to the right and use your body to press that thing against the bottom of your arm!

He drove the experience points, the gray vision unfolded, and the notes appeared on a black shadow that was curled up and struggling.

【Enemy: Cangcuo Snake·Young】

【Grade: F】

This thing was as thick as a wrist. The moment the remarks were displayed, something immediately tightened his neck, and it was gradually tightening. The feeling of suffocation was very uncomfortable.

Ken tried to break it open, but couldn't make it work, and immediately reached into the inside of the old jacket.

He groped a few times, pulled out the [Steel Blade Dagger] that Hamsin gave him, and instinctively pierced it under the ribs—there was a snake head there.

The pressure on the neck first increases and then decreases.

Ken keeps on stabbing!

Every time I encounter danger, whether it is almost being culled by a necromancer skeleton in my sleep, or falling off a cliff just now...

He never gave up on surviving, nor on last hits.

Ken held down the snake's head that was riddled with holes, and clenched the dagger's bone handle to the right. The Duolun steel blade moved along the snake's bone, splitting it open like a piece of cloth.

[Battle ends: Injured X1, broken snake corpse X1]

"Hu, huhu."

Ken collapsed to his knees.

There were wounds all over his body, and the continuous high-pressure state made people collapse.

In the pitch-black cave, the blood cooled and covered the eyes, and the hearing was amplified. Apart from the panting and wind, there seemed to be only the sound of water droplets dripping.

[Listen carefully, this cave is far more lively than imagined. 】

And ah?
Ken really misses the log cabin now.

The past two days have been miserable, full of ups and downs, and there is not even a person who can tell.

He unfolded the gray world and glanced between the cracks of the stone wall, and soon noticed a pool of meat not far away.

【Moss-backed deer with hanging horns】

It sits behind Ken and resists most of the impacts and bumps.

It was bloody and bloody, and the death was horrific. The pair of beautiful horns flew off to nowhere, and now only the roots stained with bright red remained.

【Barmonro wild boar】

Ken opened the corner of his clothes, and took out a few pieces of [Short Bone Rib Armor] from the old jacket. It was this thing that pushed its fangs away, otherwise it would have been disembowelled before it fell.

The wild boar's body, which is comparable to a rotating waterwheel, just landed on the stone tip.

Although its blood has flowed into a stream, there is still a breeze in its nostrils.

Ken cut through the cortex and fat with the dagger, and thrust his arm into the heart, ending the other's pain.

[Limited Time Mission: Scramble]

【Status: Complete】

[Trophy: deer carcass X1, wild boar carcass X1]

Before remembering to sort out the experience points, there was another groan in the dark, which was very vague, and was condensed into a simple Uma language after echoing through the wall.

"Help, help."

Ken stood up, expanded his gray vision, and found the source of the sound along the wall.

It was a seriously injured person who was dying. There were dragging blood stains on the ground, and the wound had already started to fester. It was a miracle that he was able to speak just now.

"name."

Ken crouched closer, lighting the rags with a tinder box.

He is exploring how to use notes, and it seems that only when he gets the name will he trigger more things.

Otherwise, it can only be a suspected identity, such as [Orion] [Predator].

The other party was slightly stunned, a little dazed due to excessive blood loss.

[Character: Quema]

【Attitude: Vigilance】

[Identity: Tribal Spearman]

[Sorrowful victims, dinner for monsters. 】

His wild leather armor was torn, and his bare neck was covered with tattoos. There was no doubt that he was a native of the North.

Quema is nervous now.

He couldn't even tell whether it was a dream or his hallucination.

A hunting accident happened, his companions died tragically, and he ran into a dead end with injuries.

Not long ago, he looked at the gap above the cave and wept bitterly, praying to the old gods with tears, but he had actually resigned to his fate in his heart.

Perhaps the gods favored him, and the ground began to tremble.

Not long after, the light source was blocked, and something fell from such a high place and could still get up—he didn't think of humans at first.

Ken stretched out his hand and tilted the opponent's neck, squinting his eyes and thinking for a moment.

Quima was shaking.

What is he trying to do, bloodborn or conjurer, to torture my soul?
Although this person looked very young, he still couldn't help the fear welling up in his heart.

"Would you like to follow me?"

Quema listened, feeling that she understood, but didn't seem to understand.

"You are lucky."

Ken didn't ask, he raised his hand slightly, trying to embody the experience value and import it into the opponent's body, and gave a healing order.

Quema felt a connection.

Soon, the limbs that had lost consciousness regained pain.

"Cough cough."

He couldn't help coughing up blood, but the injury was indeed improving.

"Are you a warlock or a god?"

The rags burned quickly, and the flames began to die out, and the expressions of the two people were gradually hidden in the darkness.

Ken sat down on the spot.

"The gods may be able to save you, but there's only so much I can do right now."

Experience points cannot be used indiscriminately, but the value of this attempt is self-evident.

Avoiding the other party's overthinking, he added: "It's not a shaman, a walker, or a hybrid, it's just an ordinary human being."

Quema didn't believe it.

He couldn't see clearly now, and he wasn't even sure if the other party was still there, so he could only make a sound tentatively.

"You, oh no, why did you help me?"

"Tattoos, to be precise, are totems." Ken replied. "You must be from Santon Kaya."

Quima nodded in acknowledgment.

And this is why Ken is willing to try.

"Rest, I'll go explore the road," he stood up and patted the ashes. "I'm going back tomorrow, don't worry, I will definitely bring you with me."

Quima was silent for a long time.

All his rising hopes were reduced to a single sigh.

"Hey, you, you run, there's something in this cave... oh!"

"Shh!"

Ken covered his mouth and snapped.

At this moment, the ticking sound of water droplets has disappeared, and it seems that something is winding around the top of the cave.

"Whatever you mean, it's coming."

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(End of this chapter)