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Chapter 3 0003: Sword and Wanderer
Chapter 3 0003: Sword and Wanderer
【Dawn, you are walking in the freezing rain, your vision is dim, and only the howling wind is in your ears. 】
Ken looked up from the cloak, his lips were purple with cold, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or ice that fell on his face.
The last remaining prestige of the northern winter exploded.
Although the wind and snow are good for covering up his whereabouts, but he is also having a hard time, and now he has a severe headache.
He turned around.
A row of crooked footprints could be vaguely seen in the night, and they would disappear soon.
[There is a cave on the other side, shelter and campfire are more important than anything else. 】
Well, Ken gritted his teeth.
From time to time, he opened his eyes to look for the right direction, and almost blindfolded across the frozen river, his legs and feet gave way, and he fell into the dark soil hole.
Her ears were clean, and the freezing rain did not continue to hit her face.
He gripped the steel sword tightly and crawled, moving his body in rather embarrassingly.
[Don't stop, check the package quickly, if you lose consciousness now, it may be a long sleep. 】
"Huh~ Okay, hiss."
Ken was exhausted.
The cloak was soaked by the rain, even showing signs of freezing.
The wasteland is terrible.
He reached into his pocket, touched the corpse earlier, and kept a few of his belongings.
I remember it was there, hey, I found it.
[Item: Firebox]
Gunpowder is actually a secret technique. Although the port countries and pirates are keen to turn it into a weapon, the Osua continent is still dominated by cold weapons and magic hedging.
The two pieces of iron rubbed against each other, and the flames that sprang out from the gap were annihilated by the wind.
Tsk, not reliable.
There is a kind of black shell in Palotusbi, which is sold at many stalls. The mercenaries tie it around their waists like a bell, and there are crushed molten rocks in it, which can ignite dry wood when poured out.
Much more convenient than this thing!
If I return to Santon Kaya alive, I must ask for one to take with me, and I have to eat and drink enough, and take a bath with warm water...
Ken imagined the stove and the blanket.
Just when he was about to pass out, the rag finally started to glow, slowly twisting along with the heat wave.
The cave became clearer.
This is a temporary shelter dug by hunters.
Not a lot of space, luckily there is firewood and a fire pit.
[It's almost dawn, the hungry monsters will always get up earlier than you. 】
Ken leaned against the wall panting.
He leaned on the sword as a crutch, the side face was illuminated by the flames, and his eyelids were very heavy.
Cave entrances send twilight into the night.
The rain stopped, and the snowflakes fell leisurely.
This means that more creatures come out to forage at sunrise.
He seemed to hear a rustling, something brushing against a branch in the field.
The cave must be covered as soon as possible, but all the bones in his body are begging for mercy, and he has reached the limit of running overnight.
How to do?
Suddenly, something fell in the shadows.
Then, more and more, the ground began to shake slightly—the snow cover collapsed!
Ken was holding the sword, his amber pupils were surrounded by bloodshot eyes, he was staring at the two-meter-high hole, the night was shaking, and the clods of soil wrapped in gravel slanted down like a waterfall.
Snow fog rushed deep into the cave.
The flames were crushed to the ground, the cloak was blown off, and the old coat was in a mess.
Ken didn't move, he gritted his teeth and held the hilt of the sword, a black shadow rushed towards him, and in a trance, he seemed to see a silver-haired baboon slapping his chest and pounced on him.
Wasteland wants to kill me, so come on!
With the last of his strength, he raised the steel sword and thrust it into the ground.
[If future generations dig up the ruins, they will judge from the bones that you have not bowed to fate until your death. 】
Gravel hit the forehead, and snowflakes poured into the neckline.
Two steps, one step.
The landslide stopped at the foot.
The smoke and dust dissipated, and the red dot tentatively popped out sparks, and then the warm light filled the cave again.
Most of its area has been blocked.
Ken raised his head, and the blood was running from the base of his ear. He had been hurt by the stone, but now he felt only the warmth and comfort of the blood.
The entrance of the hole was not completely blocked, there was about two fist gaps to ensure smooth flow.
"Heh, haha, hahaha!"
He laughed at himself first, and then his laughter became more and more wanton.
There is no need to think of a way to block the hole. The sundries and snowdrifts not only become natural protection, but also can be easily dug out after waking up.
【Good luck, you...】
Ken was completely unconscious.
The joy of surviving after the catastrophe relaxed his nerves, and he fell into a deep sleep in an instant, only the sword was still erected by the campfire, silently watching the night.
For a long time, no dream.
Sunlight passed through the gap and shone on the blood-dried face.
Ken curled up and turned his head, the bonfire was no longer warm, and the notes floated in front of his eyes.
【Unforgettable night, you wake up just right, you better do something before it crawls out completely. 】
Click, ho, sip...
Sleep makes the senses more sensitive, and those movements are especially harsh in a small space.
what!
Ken turned over and drew his sword, aiming at the direction of the hole, his heartbeat paused for a moment and then sped up instantly.
In front of his eyes was a black figure wriggling vigorously, the outline was like a human being, with a strange scream coming from its throat, the sun illuminated the back of its head, and one could see the rotten pieces of meat sticking to the skeleton.
[Hostile: Undead Skeleton X1]
【Grade: F】
[He is dead, his soul does not know where to go, his body is infected by 'hunting', and he will be attracted by blood when there is no instruction. 】
Futodo who endures the winter will say that there are three dangers in the wilderness.
The clouds that turn their faces at any time, the dead spirits that break out of the ground, and the humans with ulterior motives.
Ken saw scratches all over the ground in front of the Necromancer Skeleton. The thing had a hoarse voice and a faint blue light burning in its eyes.
Not only is there an annotation in his field of vision, but also a slender red frame floating above the skull's head.
[The blood bar symbolizes vitality and is not full. It seems that the landslide has caused damage to it. 】
rub!
Ken drew out his steel sword and slashed at its collarbone, the white stubble popped out of carrion, and the blood strip on the top of the skull suddenly shrank inward.
"You're pretty tough."
He changed his posture, swung his weapon again, and at this time, he slashed down with all his strength.
[Your body is no longer as brave as it used to be, at best you can be considered an extraordinary adventurer. 】
Well, no wonder no matter what I try, it doesn't feel the same as I remember.
But why did it become weak? Could it be that this injury to my arm caused me some irreversible hidden disease?
Before he could figure it out, the blade paused for an instant.
The head of the undead fell to the ground.
The flames in its eyes were completely extinguished.
[The battle ends: no injuries, no spoils. 】
Ken was about to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly a pale green light floated from the corpse and flew straight to the center of his eyebrows, even the steel sword couldn't stop it!
Too bad, there is a back trick.
Magic or Curse?
Ken felt those fireflies dissolving in his body, it was very gentle, without pain, and even the muscle soreness was relieved a lot.
He pointed his shoulder at the light source and tentatively pulled the bandage off.
Under the blood stains, the wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
what's going on?
Before he could react, the note suddenly flashed.
【Task: Try】
【Progress: Completed】
Ken only had breath in his ears.
The world returns to nothingness.
His body collapsed backwards, his soul became thick and heavy, following the guidance of that energy, he went down the water.
The contract will be mailed out tomorrow, book lovers who invest in hurry up
(End of this chapter)
【Dawn, you are walking in the freezing rain, your vision is dim, and only the howling wind is in your ears. 】
Ken looked up from the cloak, his lips were purple with cold, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or ice that fell on his face.
The last remaining prestige of the northern winter exploded.
Although the wind and snow are good for covering up his whereabouts, but he is also having a hard time, and now he has a severe headache.
He turned around.
A row of crooked footprints could be vaguely seen in the night, and they would disappear soon.
[There is a cave on the other side, shelter and campfire are more important than anything else. 】
Well, Ken gritted his teeth.
From time to time, he opened his eyes to look for the right direction, and almost blindfolded across the frozen river, his legs and feet gave way, and he fell into the dark soil hole.
Her ears were clean, and the freezing rain did not continue to hit her face.
He gripped the steel sword tightly and crawled, moving his body in rather embarrassingly.
[Don't stop, check the package quickly, if you lose consciousness now, it may be a long sleep. 】
"Huh~ Okay, hiss."
Ken was exhausted.
The cloak was soaked by the rain, even showing signs of freezing.
The wasteland is terrible.
He reached into his pocket, touched the corpse earlier, and kept a few of his belongings.
I remember it was there, hey, I found it.
[Item: Firebox]
Gunpowder is actually a secret technique. Although the port countries and pirates are keen to turn it into a weapon, the Osua continent is still dominated by cold weapons and magic hedging.
The two pieces of iron rubbed against each other, and the flames that sprang out from the gap were annihilated by the wind.
Tsk, not reliable.
There is a kind of black shell in Palotusbi, which is sold at many stalls. The mercenaries tie it around their waists like a bell, and there are crushed molten rocks in it, which can ignite dry wood when poured out.
Much more convenient than this thing!
If I return to Santon Kaya alive, I must ask for one to take with me, and I have to eat and drink enough, and take a bath with warm water...
Ken imagined the stove and the blanket.
Just when he was about to pass out, the rag finally started to glow, slowly twisting along with the heat wave.
The cave became clearer.
This is a temporary shelter dug by hunters.
Not a lot of space, luckily there is firewood and a fire pit.
[It's almost dawn, the hungry monsters will always get up earlier than you. 】
Ken leaned against the wall panting.
He leaned on the sword as a crutch, the side face was illuminated by the flames, and his eyelids were very heavy.
Cave entrances send twilight into the night.
The rain stopped, and the snowflakes fell leisurely.
This means that more creatures come out to forage at sunrise.
He seemed to hear a rustling, something brushing against a branch in the field.
The cave must be covered as soon as possible, but all the bones in his body are begging for mercy, and he has reached the limit of running overnight.
How to do?
Suddenly, something fell in the shadows.
Then, more and more, the ground began to shake slightly—the snow cover collapsed!
Ken was holding the sword, his amber pupils were surrounded by bloodshot eyes, he was staring at the two-meter-high hole, the night was shaking, and the clods of soil wrapped in gravel slanted down like a waterfall.
Snow fog rushed deep into the cave.
The flames were crushed to the ground, the cloak was blown off, and the old coat was in a mess.
Ken didn't move, he gritted his teeth and held the hilt of the sword, a black shadow rushed towards him, and in a trance, he seemed to see a silver-haired baboon slapping his chest and pounced on him.
Wasteland wants to kill me, so come on!
With the last of his strength, he raised the steel sword and thrust it into the ground.
[If future generations dig up the ruins, they will judge from the bones that you have not bowed to fate until your death. 】
Gravel hit the forehead, and snowflakes poured into the neckline.
Two steps, one step.
The landslide stopped at the foot.
The smoke and dust dissipated, and the red dot tentatively popped out sparks, and then the warm light filled the cave again.
Most of its area has been blocked.
Ken raised his head, and the blood was running from the base of his ear. He had been hurt by the stone, but now he felt only the warmth and comfort of the blood.
The entrance of the hole was not completely blocked, there was about two fist gaps to ensure smooth flow.
"Heh, haha, hahaha!"
He laughed at himself first, and then his laughter became more and more wanton.
There is no need to think of a way to block the hole. The sundries and snowdrifts not only become natural protection, but also can be easily dug out after waking up.
【Good luck, you...】
Ken was completely unconscious.
The joy of surviving after the catastrophe relaxed his nerves, and he fell into a deep sleep in an instant, only the sword was still erected by the campfire, silently watching the night.
For a long time, no dream.
Sunlight passed through the gap and shone on the blood-dried face.
Ken curled up and turned his head, the bonfire was no longer warm, and the notes floated in front of his eyes.
【Unforgettable night, you wake up just right, you better do something before it crawls out completely. 】
Click, ho, sip...
Sleep makes the senses more sensitive, and those movements are especially harsh in a small space.
what!
Ken turned over and drew his sword, aiming at the direction of the hole, his heartbeat paused for a moment and then sped up instantly.
In front of his eyes was a black figure wriggling vigorously, the outline was like a human being, with a strange scream coming from its throat, the sun illuminated the back of its head, and one could see the rotten pieces of meat sticking to the skeleton.
[Hostile: Undead Skeleton X1]
【Grade: F】
[He is dead, his soul does not know where to go, his body is infected by 'hunting', and he will be attracted by blood when there is no instruction. 】
Futodo who endures the winter will say that there are three dangers in the wilderness.
The clouds that turn their faces at any time, the dead spirits that break out of the ground, and the humans with ulterior motives.
Ken saw scratches all over the ground in front of the Necromancer Skeleton. The thing had a hoarse voice and a faint blue light burning in its eyes.
Not only is there an annotation in his field of vision, but also a slender red frame floating above the skull's head.
[The blood bar symbolizes vitality and is not full. It seems that the landslide has caused damage to it. 】
rub!
Ken drew out his steel sword and slashed at its collarbone, the white stubble popped out of carrion, and the blood strip on the top of the skull suddenly shrank inward.
"You're pretty tough."
He changed his posture, swung his weapon again, and at this time, he slashed down with all his strength.
[Your body is no longer as brave as it used to be, at best you can be considered an extraordinary adventurer. 】
Well, no wonder no matter what I try, it doesn't feel the same as I remember.
But why did it become weak? Could it be that this injury to my arm caused me some irreversible hidden disease?
Before he could figure it out, the blade paused for an instant.
The head of the undead fell to the ground.
The flames in its eyes were completely extinguished.
[The battle ends: no injuries, no spoils. 】
Ken was about to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly a pale green light floated from the corpse and flew straight to the center of his eyebrows, even the steel sword couldn't stop it!
Too bad, there is a back trick.
Magic or Curse?
Ken felt those fireflies dissolving in his body, it was very gentle, without pain, and even the muscle soreness was relieved a lot.
He pointed his shoulder at the light source and tentatively pulled the bandage off.
Under the blood stains, the wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
what's going on?
Before he could react, the note suddenly flashed.
【Task: Try】
【Progress: Completed】
Ken only had breath in his ears.
The world returns to nothingness.
His body collapsed backwards, his soul became thick and heavy, following the guidance of that energy, he went down the water.
The contract will be mailed out tomorrow, book lovers who invest in hurry up
(End of this chapter)
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