Chapter 6 Kweimar

Its body was covered with sharp ice.

That's right, not bristles, but real ice thorns.

Its forehead was covered with scars, the most conspicuous of which was the broken tusk on the left and a short, thick nose that was sticking up.

"Okay, it's yours."

Ken silently gave up half of his body.

But the outrageous thing was that the other party actually moved sideways.

[Hungry carnivores don't want to let go of anything that can be eaten. ]

"Okay, but I think it's best for everyone not to move now."

Ken tried to communicate.

He talked nonsense and watched the wild boar's every move in panic.

This cliff is hollow!

An adult moss-backed deer is already the limit of his hunting plan.

This monster that covers the sky and weighs five boxes is also going to step on it?

Huff, uff!

"Oh no no, ah, you damn idiot!"

Yoo, yo!

Ken screamed and retreated, and the deer also screamed wildly.

The hungry Barmenlo Boar spread its hooves, and when its entire body arched over the cliff, everything began to break.

[Hide, now. ]

The note was forced to take the initiative to warn.

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

He felt like a spear brushed his ribs, and his body was forced into the air and hit the hanging horn deer.

The two animals plus a person flew to the edge of the cliff together.

If you look further away...

You can see that the collision of the [Barmenlo Boar] has set off a snow wave.

Three shadows are mixed in the white mist.

Ken's throat felt sweet. He suppressed the terrible feeling of weightlessness, found the right direction while falling, and tried his best to insert the steel sword into the crack of the stone.

He felt numbness in his palm.

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

[Quality: Broken] flashed in front of his eyes, and in an instant, there was only darkness.

There was a long slope below the cliff. Everything was turned upside down, and deep grooves rolled out on the snow blanket. In an instant, a round behemoth jumped out of the plane.

It was an absurdly large snowball, at least as high as a wooden house.

Boom!

The snowball reached the end, and its huge size even blocked the gap of a natural cave.

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

The world returned to silence again.

Tick, tick.

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

Ken was in a coma near death, and his only regret was to activate the experience points.

Fortunately, the horned deer had died, and the [limited-time mission: hunting] was completed. The rich experience points were collected, and they were consumed in treatment in an instant.

This body escaped death again.

Ken gradually regained consciousness, but felt a chill on his wrist. Some slippery objects passed over his skin, which was creepy, as if something was swimming on it.

Turn to the right and press the thing to the bottom of his arm with his body!

He activated the experience points, and the gray vision expanded, and the notes appeared on a curled and struggling black shadow.

[Enemy: Cangcuo Snake·Young]

[Level: F]

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

Ken tried to pry it open, but he couldn't do it, so he immediately reached into the inside of his old coat.

He fumbled for a few times and pulled out the [steel blade dagger] that Hamsin had given him, and stabbed it under the ribs by instinct - there was a snake head there.

The pressure on his neck increased first and then decreased.

Ken continued to stab!

Every time he encountered danger, whether he was almost killed by the undead skeleton in his sleep, or fell off the cliff just now...

He never gave up on survival, nor would he give up on finishing off.

Ken held down the snake head with thousands of holes, held the bone handle of the dagger tightly and extended it to the right. The Dulun steel blade moved along the snake bone, splitting it open like disassembling cloth.

[End of the battle: Injured x1 Broken snake corpse x1]

"Hu, hu, hu."

Ken knelt on the ground.

There were wounds all over his body, and the continuous high pressure made him exhausted.

In the dark cave, the blood cooled and blurred his eyes. His hearing was amplified. Apart from the sound of panting and wind, there seemed to be only the sound of water drops dripping.

[Listen carefully, this cave is much more lively than imagined. ]

Anything else?

Ken really missed the wooden house now.

These two days were miserable and full of twists and turns, and there was no one to talk to.

He opened the gray world and scanned the cracks between the stone walls. He soon noticed a pile of meat not far away.

[Moss-backed hanging horn deer]

It cushioned behind Ken, resisting most of the impact and bumps.

The blood and flesh were blurred, and the death was extremely miserable. The beautiful horns were knocked away and only the roots stained with crimson were left.

[Barmonro wild boar]

Ken lifted the corner of his clothes and took out a few pieces of [short bone rib armor] from his old coat. It was this thing that pushed open its fangs, otherwise it would have been gutted before it fell.

The wild boar's body, which was like a rotating waterwheel, just landed on the tip of the stone.

Although its blood had already flowed into a stream, there was still a breeze in its nostrils.

Ken used a dagger to cut through the skin and fat, and stabbed into the heart with his arm, ending the other party's pain.

[Limited-time mission: scramble]

[Status: Completed]

[Loot: Deer corpse x1 Wild boar corpse x1]

Before I remembered to sort out the experience points, I heard another groan in the darkness, which was very vague. After echoing through the wall, it was condensed into a simple Uma language.

"Help, help."

Ken jumped up, opened his gray vision, and found the source of the sound along the wall.

It was a seriously injured and dying person. There were dragging bloodstains on the ground. The wound had begun to fester. It was a miracle that he could speak just now.

"Name."

Ken squatted down and lit the rag with a tinderbox for lighting.

He was exploring how to use the notes. It seemed that only by getting the name would he trigger more things.

Otherwise, it can only be a suspected identity, such as [Hunter] [Plunderer].

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

[Character: Kuima]

[Attitude: Alert]

[Identity: Tribal Spearman]

[A miserable victim, the monster's dinner. ]

His wild leather armor was damaged, and his exposed neck was covered with tattoos. There was no doubt that he was a local in the North.

Kuima was very nervous now.

He couldn't even tell whether this was a dream or an illusion of his last moments.

An accident occurred during the hunting trip, his companions had died tragically, and he ran into a dead end with injuries.

Not long ago, he looked at the gap above the cave and cried, praying to the old gods with tears, but he had actually accepted 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 could climb up after falling from such a high place - he didn't even think of humans at first.

Ken stretched out his hand to the other person's neck, squinted his eyes and thought for a moment.

Kuima was shaking.

What did he want to do? A blood descendant or a sorcerer, was he going to torture my soul?

Although this man looked very young, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

"Are you willing to follow me?"

Kuima listened and felt that he understood, but he didn't seem to understand.

"You are lucky."

Ken didn't ask any more questions. He raised his hand gently, tried to visualize the experience value and import it into the other person's body, and issued a healing order.

Kuima felt a certain connection.

Soon, the limbs that had lost consciousness regained the pain.

"Cough cough."

He couldn't help coughing up blood, but his injuries were indeed getting better.

"Are you a sorcerer or a god?"

The rags burned quickly, the flames began to go out, and the expressions of the two people gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Ken sat down on the spot.

"God may be able to save you, but I can only do so much at the moment."

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

To prevent the other party from thinking too much, he added: "It's not a shaman, a walker or a hybrid, it's just an ordinary human."

Quima didn't believe it.

He couldn't see things clearly now, and he was not even sure if the other party was still there, so he could only speak tentatively.

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

"Tattoo, to be precise, it's a totem." Ken replied. "You should be a Santonkaya."

Quima nodded in agreement.

And this is why Ken is willing to try.

"Take a rest, I'll go explore the way," he stood up and patted the dust. "I'm going back tomorrow, don't worry, I will definitely take you with me."

Quima was silent for a long time.

All his rising hopes turned into a sigh.

"Hey, you, you run quickly, there is something in this cave... um!"

"Shh!"

Ken covered his mouth and sternly interrupted.

At this moment, the dripping sound of water drops has disappeared, and it seems that something is entangled at the top of the cave.

"Whatever you mean, it's coming."