Chapter 3 Hunting
“The human world is so vast, and with the elves, adults, dwarves, and the kingdom of gods that should and should exist, is it really worthy of being a joint production of the five major countries ?
There is only one server, and millions or even hundreds of millions of people are playing the game at the same time. How many story lines do we have to make? Moreover, the story lines influence and collide with each other, and the variables of the players..."
The more Mo Lan thought about it, the more amazed he was, but in the blink of an eye he put it all aside and quickly climbed up the big tree in front of him.
After taking a closer look, he found that this location was much better than he had imagined. He immediately climbed down from the tree, found a stone to smash, then found a flat and sharp stone and climbed up the tree again. He combed the branches, smashed and cut them, and soon cleared an area on a branch that was barely enough for him to live in.
Looking up at the gradually setting sun, Mo Lan moved faster and faster. He groped his body, pulling out some hemp ropes from his clothes and rubbing them together.
After getting ready, I walked east and found a slightly higher embankment. On it, I found a shrub as thick as a thumb, and pulled it clean with my hands, leaving only a bare trunk.
The shrubs bent, feeling the force of the rebound, and then the dead branches and leaves on the ground next to them were removed, revealing the black, fine soil underneath.
Break off a small branch and stick it into the ground in a bent shape to make an arch. Then bend the previously bald bushes and tie them with the hemp rope prepared in advance. In a blink of an eye, a trap is set.
Mo Lan understood that if what Fourth Brother said in the forum was true, then this world would be extremely real.
Then the normal methods of fighting monsters in games will be ineffective in the real game, just like this garbage game in reality, those you can't beat won't provoke you or appear in front of you, and those who attack you can always kill you.
In this situation, the only way is to hunt monsters, so that you can get enough experience to fill up the ink cartridge's experience bar as soon as possible, allowing Mo Lan to get a glimpse of the secret.
Coincidentally, this is also the specialty of Mo Lan, who grew up in the mountains, so there is no technical problem.
Thinking of this, Mo Lan continued to work, setting five bird traps in a row, and only stopped when the hemp ropes were used up.
He returned to the big tree where he had been before, sat on the ground, and began to dismember the skin, meat, bones, and teeth of the hungry wolf and roe deer with sharp stones .
The smell of blood gradually spread in the forest. After a while, Mo Lan felt as if there was an extra pair of eyes around him, as if a ferocious beast was lurking in the dark.
Mo Lan took off the skin of the hungry wolf, which was tattered and of varying thickness.
Use a stone to scrape off the remaining flesh and blood bit by bit, and then hang it on a tree branch. As the breeze blows, the smell of blood continues to spread.
The forest was deathly silent, and Mo Lan seemed to be unaware of anything. His back was casually exposed towards the bushes, like a piece of ham that was constantly emitting fragrance, making the beasts eager to move.
On the way back after hanging the wolf skin, Mo Lan tripped over his left foot and stumbled to the ground. The sudden fall made him panic, his face changed drastically, he was in a mess, and his whole body gave off the signal that he was a weakling.
call!
At this moment, a strong wind was howling, and a sturdy blue wolf jumped out from the bushes, its muzzle wide open, and its ferocious fangs pointing directly at the back of Mo Lan's neck.
The panicked Mo Lan suddenly clenched his fists at this moment, and a curved fang protruded from between his fingers . He swung his fists, and the curved fangs slashed directly towards the soft belly of the blue wolf like a sharp dagger.
Once it is scratched, the blue wolf will be lightly scratched, or seriously disemboweled and die from the injuries.
The hunter's strength lies in his patience and acting skills, while Mo Lan's courage and acting skills make people think he is a rookie.
The relationship between hunter and prey quietly changes in this illusion.
"Die!"
Mo Lan shouted in a low voice.
Qinglang dodged and missed.
Mo Lan typed GG.
However, Mo Lan is really just a fool.
He died in intense pain and was resurrected in the aftermath of pain. The wolf fang in his hand fell to the ground. Mo Lan simply and decisively pounced on the blue wolf and entangled himself with it tightly.
The previous scene was repeated again. Although this blue wolf was much stronger than the previous hungry wolf, it was outnumbered and soon fell into a passive position.
"As long as I die quickly enough, my prey will never escape from my grasp."
Mo Lan seemed to have adapted to the pain and quickly revived. He skillfully blocked Qinglang's mouth and claws with less lethal parts of his body, then punched Qinglang's eyes and throat, and hit Qinglang's soft abdomen with his knees and elbows.
After dying again, the familiar white smoke rose up and then completely sank into Mo Lan's body.
Level 0: 17/100
The next moment, the 17 experience points in the experience bar disappeared and appeared in the ink cartridge.
"Seventeen points. Great. Now we have twenty-eight points. The only thing left is seventy-two."
Mo Lan looked at the blue wolf's corpse on the ground, and the blood that was still steaming all over the ground, and felt a little expectant.
"It will be quick."
What's hidden inside the ink cartridge?
Don’t worry, it will be there soon.
Click Revive.
LV0: 0/100＞LV0: 0/100
Looking at the experience bar that remained unchanged, Mo Lan touched his chin proudly.
"As long as I don't have experience points, you can't deduct my experience points. I am indeed a genius."
After feeling good about himself for a few minutes, Mo Lan picked up Qinglang and carried him on his shoulders.
The blue wolf was very heavy, but Mo Lan didn't care. He carried it and walked away from the stream.
He didn't walk far before stopping in an open space. He used broken stones to clumsily break up the blue wolf's body. Then he sat down next to a bush with his back to it and holding the blue wolf in both hands.
The smell of blood filled the air. Mo Lan used all his skills to act like a weakling with no hunting experience. His whole body, especially his attractive back and the back of his head, gave off an aura that seemed to say, I am a weakling, I am a weakling, I am a weakling...
"Tsk, I'm really amazing. I played the role so vividly that people could tell at a glance that I was a defenseless weakling. The Oscar owes me a little golden man."
Amidst the sighs, danger approached silently, but after all, no beast could resist the tempting back of the head.
The leopard appeared silently, and in an instant it jumped through the bushes and appeared behind Mo Lan, biting him and breaking his spine.
Before the leopard could enjoy the food, Mo Lan had resurrected and pounced directly at the leopard.
However, compared to the blue wolf's second attack, the leopard dodged it directly, looked at Mo Lan in surprise, and the next moment it turned into a yellow afterimage and disappeared into the forest. The speed was so high that even Mo Lan's eyes could not catch it.
"So fast!"
Mo Lan blurted out his surprise without disguising his expression at all.
"What kind of leopard is this? It's so fast and steady. I'm clearly acting like a weakling. Has my true strength been leaked?
Alas, the wolf is still cute. I miss it."
