Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 43: Cannibalism
I have never been on a more wretched adventure than this.
I don't know why, but I was always in a passive position. My vitality poured out of my body at a speed like the Dawn River that flows all year round, surging and pouring. I was like a pool with the plug pulled out. No matter how I defended and blocked it, I couldn't stop the bright red source of life from rushing out. The only way to ensure my survival was to drink a lot of life potions faster than the blood gushing out. Every time I was beaten by a stick and had to risk choking to death to fill a large bottle of life potion that was as sticky as snot into my esophagus, my eyes were filled with affectionate tears - these potions were really fucking hard to drink!
Something seems to be wrong here, something abnormal seems to have been overlooked by us. I shouldn't be so weak and incompetent. I should be able to do more than just shrink my neck and take the beating. Indeed, my movement speed is greatly limited here, and this group of brutal barbarians always bully the minority with their numbers - of course, more importantly, among these so-called "comrades" and "comrades" around me, there is really no reliable guy - but all this should not be a reason for me to do nothing.
You know, in the many adventures I have experienced, the opponents I met were no friendlier than these Big Foot natives, and I have also faced a group of enemies who were higher level than me many times. I have never been forced to the point of being unable to fight back as I am now, and I can always retain some strength to fight back, and even become an important attack point - you know, in this time and space plane, the comparison of power always maintains a delicate balance: no matter how high or low your level is, when facing opponents of the same level, the record you can achieve is always roughly the same.
But now, I am being forced into a state of being unable to resist by a group of stupid guys who are generally one or two levels lower than me - this obviously goes against the underlying common sense that we all know.
I felt that something was wrong, and I believed that it was us who were wrong - the annoying thing was that countless facts happening in this damn world told us that it was always us who were wrong - so I held my head and raised my butt to endure the beatings, while calmly examining my comrades, thinking about the root cause of this embarrassing predicament that put me in.
Then, I found the crux of all the problems.
"Master President..." I screamed miserably at Feiyin who was not far away, "...Have you noticed that among the companions you have gathered, there are still some people missing?"
"Ah, you finally found it too?" Feiyin was busy raking out a few copper coins from a savage's corpse, looking at the high-grade ores with a dark yellow color scattered on the hillside, and answered me with great sorrow, "If we had known there were so many refined gold mines here, we should have brought a miner with us..."
A mouthful of angry, thick phlegm stuck in my throat and almost suffocated me to death.
"...That's not what I meant!" I screamed hysterically, using my left hand to raise the shield and barely block the heavy blow from the top of my head, while I stretched out my trembling right hand to point at the unreliable guys around me, "Haven't you figured it out yet? You found a person with acrophobia who would shake with fear when stepping on a brick, a mechanical madman who likes to bury the most vicious traps under his own feet, a gunman who wants to provoke all the savages on the mountain, and you, an ice mage wearing top-grade equipment worth more than 200,000 yuan who only loses 70 points of health when hitting people - thank God there is also a poor warrior who was not beaten to death by a big stick but would be choked to death by potions sooner or later. In short, there is no doubt that he was killed by you...Have you never thought that bringing a healer might be of a little help to our dangerous journey?"
Yes, that's what I mean. I have joined this kind of group adventure dozens of times, and there have been many dangerous and bumpy journeys. I have also faced a group of enemies above my level several times, but no matter which time, I have never been like this time, without a companion who can even use the most basic healing spells. You know, although these weak field doctors themselves are not very powerful, for an adventure full of dangers, their presence and ability often determine the life and death of the entire adventure team.
An excellent healing profession can eliminate worries for the team's sharpest attacker and allow him to kill with all his strength. He can also liberate the combat power of defenders and allow shield-bearing fighters to contribute with swords. Most importantly, they can ensure that the entire team has the ability to fight continuously, and will not fall into desperate situations even if they are alone in deep enemy territory.
The help that an excellent healer brings to an adventure team is not as simple as four plus one equals five; on the contrary, the tragic ending of five minus one equals zero due to the lack of a healer is not uncommon. Such an important role actually does not have a place in our team - no wonder the battles we have encountered in recent times have been so difficult and tragic.
In response to my doubts, Feiyin answered:
"This mission is quite special. Bringing a healing profession would be a waste of quota."
"Then what should we do now..." Looking at the endless indigenous villages on the distant mountain ridge, Chang Sanjiao's heart obviously did not have a trace of romantic revolutionary heroism and heroic sentiments, "...I only have thirteen bottles of life potion left. If I continue to fight like this, I'm afraid I won't even get halfway up the mountain before I'm skinned and boned and made into a big pot of fragrant spicy fatty offal soup, which will be sucked into a pair of bone residues by these hairy fat guys..."
As he spoke, the obviously hungry Orc smacked his lips and swallowed hard, as if he had already smelled the alluring body fragrance of a virgin Orc gradually emanating from the boiling soup pot.
"Don't worry, your end won't be so miserable..." I retorted confidently.
"How do you know? Do you have any good idea to help us overcome the difficulties?" Chang Sanjiao looked at me expectantly.
"No! I mean, they don't have any pots at all..." I was filled with despair and grief, and couldn't help crying with this fat orc who had misunderstood, "...they can only roast us on the fire and eat us..."
Yan Zhen looked at us who were imagining how well-done we would be roasted, then looked at the fat white-haired guys who must have a good appetite judging by their body shapes, and shook his head thoughtfully:
"…How do you know they don't like to eat it raw while it's fresh?"
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"You just ran out of potions, what's there to be afraid of..." Hearing our pessimistic remarks, our president narrowed her eyes and looked at me innocently, with a faint smile on her lips - was I seeing things? There seemed to be a string of crystal saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth, which made me involuntarily realize that "I am a roasted whole lamb served on the table":
"...You don't have it, but I do!" Lady Feiyin raised her hands and pulled out two dozen purple-red "large bottles of powerful life potions" from her backpack. This was just the beginning. Our senior ice magician waved her arms excitedly, dragging out bundles of bottles of various sizes filled with potions from her backpack, and soon piled them up into a mountain that was almost more majestic than Mount Kokla - at least that's how it looked to us. She expertly divided the different varieties and types of potions into several small piles, while giving an enthusiastic speech:
"This is the largest bottle of powerful life potion. One bottle can replenish 1,500 points of vitality. The effect is strong, one bottle is equivalent to five bottles. After drinking it, your waist and legs will no longer be sore, and you will have energy to do anything. This is a normal dose of powerful life potion. Although the vitality restored is not as strong as that of the large bottle, it is cheap. On average, each copper coin can restore five points of vitality. It has a super high cost-effectiveness and is the best among all kinds of life potions. Anyone who uses it will know it. At the critical moment, how can you do without fighting spirit? This is the fighting spirit recovery potion that each of you needs very much. It can instantly restore 120 points of fighting spirit value to ensure that your combat skills can be used smoothly. It is definitely a must-have medicine for you to kill and silence people at home and travel. These are magic potions that restore magic power, blue bottle potions, delicious potions, this... Although none of you are in the profession of using magic to fight, this potion is beautifully packaged, stylish and simple, and the shape is full of the most popular apple style nowadays. It has extremely high ornamental value and collection value, and it tastes fresh and smooth. You will be out if you don’t try it..."
In our admiring eyes, our president seemed to have found the value of his life and devoted his limited life to endless street hawking. Although there were only three potential consumers around us, including Xian Ge Ya Yi, Miss Fei Yin showed a professional ethics and professional accomplishment far beyond the ordinary level of a business woman, and introduced herself for more than ten minutes with great passion and emotion. Of course, if it weren't for the fact that the group of bigfoots were really impossible to communicate with and were really poor, I have no doubt that Miss Fei Yin would have sold all the potions piled on the ground and our heads to these cannibals without hesitation.
"President ..." I raised my hand with embarrassment, finally interrupting her passionate speech, "...I guess...you probably won't give these things to us for free..."
Unexpectedly, our president categorically denied my guess: "Wrong! In order to repay the members' long-term love for me and to celebrate the tenth anniversary of Taiwan's return to the motherland, I have specially launched a trade union pharmacy exhibition and donation activity. During the donation period, I will provide the medicines required by members at cost price, and buy two bottles, get one bottle free, buy more and get more, while supplies last. Don't miss this opportunity, buy now..."
It sounded like our president had shown a rare display of compassion, which made me feel that there was still a soft gap in her conscience, which was coated with a thick layer of gold.
"How much is this per bottle?" Chang Sanjiao asked, pointing at the pile of "large bottles of powerful life potions".
"One gold coin and sixty silver coins for a bottle." Fei Yin smiled, nodded, bowed, squinted her eyes, and looked at her subordinates almost flatteringly.
"What? The drugstore only sells a bottle for one gold coin!" Chang Sanjiao yelled, his expression looking like he had been bitten by a vicious dog.
"That's the price at the pharmacy, not my promotional price." Fei Yin immediately put away her smile and looked at the half-orc shadow thief with indifference.
"Didn't you say to sell it at cost price?" Yangtze River Delta argued.
"Yes, the transportation cost is also included in the calculation. For a girl like me, it is not easy for me to carry so many heavy potions all the way from tens of thousands of miles away to this place where there is no bird chirping, no flowers blooming, and even peeing will freeze you into an ice stick. Shouldn't the transportation cost be included?" Fei Yin said confidently.
"I..." The half-orc shadow thief was speechless for a moment, stammering and unable to speak. After a long while, he said fiercely, "...At worst, I will die here, go back to revive, buy enough potions and come back again..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and he did not seem to be justified at all.
“Hmph…” Fei Yin sneered twice, raised her two slender and soft eyebrows, and glanced at Chang Sanjiao with contempt, “…you’d better calculate it clearly. If you go back to revive, then all the potions you used on the road just now will be wasted. Moreover, you have to walk that section of road again after coming back, and consume so many potions again. In addition, the wear and tear of the equipment after death will require repair costs. Is this more expensive than buying my medicine? If you think it is more cost-effective to go back, then just die and go back. We are all waiting for you here…”
"I...you..." Chang Sanjiao stared at the profiteer in front of him with his eyes wide open, and then turned his head to look at the Sasquatch walking on the hillside in the distance. I guess it was really hard for him to tell which of the two creatures was more brutal. The Sasquatch would at most just gnaw our bones and chew our flesh, but our president...she really wanted to drain our blood, sweat, lung water, stomach acid, insulin, lymph fluid, squeeze them all out and boil out the oil, and she would not stop...
Soon, the eyes of the Yangtze River Delta were filled with a gray color, without a trace of life. His face was ashen and stiff, full of depression and despair for the world. He looked up at the sky, which was full of haze, preventing the warm and bright sunlight from illuminating the frozen earth.
For a moment, a look of determination flashed across the eyes of the orc. He once again looked at the three Sasquatch who were patrolling in the distance, then turned around and looked at this vast land and us, his friends who had fought side by side with him, with great nostalgia. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward without hesitation, brandishing his war hammer and dagger, shouting as he rushed:
"I can't live like this anymore. I won't live any longer. I'll fight them. At least they eat people and spit out bones, but you've eaten me so much that not even a residue is left..."
We watched our half-orc friend embark on the last journey of his life. This obese shadow thief, who was used to sneak attacks from behind and hurting people with despicable means, burst out with a rare courage in his life when he was desperate for life. When three wild men discovered his existence and strode towards him, he did not use the "stealth" skill to hide his figure at all, but bravely and clumsily rushed up, hit the wild man in the front with a hammer, and then stabbed the opponent's stomach with a dagger. However, the half-orc shadow thief's bravery ended here. The three wild men who were suddenly attacked quickly reacted, carrying sticks to surround him in the middle, and each of them taught this unreasonable offending invader a lesson. The wailing of the half-orcs kept coming from the front, and the shrill shouts really made people sad and cry.
A minute later, Chang Sanjiao rolled and crawled out of the siege by the savages, and then rushed towards us again at a speed much faster than the one he rushed past, shouting as he rushed: "Mr. President, after my deep thinking and on-the-spot investigation, I think it is more promising to follow you. Ouch... It hurts... I'll buy it, I'll buy it, no matter how expensive the potion is, I'll buy it... Help..."
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Soon, the Yangtze River Delta, whose life we had finally saved from the chaos of sticks, stood in front of Feiyin again. Facing the role of life and death, the orc rekindled his infinite desire for life. He hurriedly took out a handful of gold coins from his backpack and stuffed them into Feiyin's hands, then quickly took a large stack of potions from her hands, and stuffed them into his backpack as if he was afraid that she would regret it - or that she would raise the price - and then he breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.
Looking at the gold coins in her hands, Fei Yinle's face was full of smiles. She stuffed all the gold coins into her backpack, leaving only two in her hand, knocking against each other, making a "ding-ding" sound of metal collision. Then, she turned around, looked at me with a flattering smile, half bowed and asked me very kindly: "Sir, what do you want?"
