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Chapter 8 0008: Wasteland Wanderer
People, wilderness, beasts and monsters...

Tests ensued.

But he not only survived successfully, but also became stronger and stronger.

Ken collapsed on the ground and groaned twice. As the green light dimmed, the leg bones began to correct their positions, and the flesh and meridians were automatically wound and healed.

【Qualification: 2.0】

He was a little surprised that it went up two points directly.

But also reasonable.

Cangcuo Snake was the biggest test for him when he first entered the wasteland.

Both it and the dead Parmelo boar were [Level: C], higher than their own. The experience value of this battle just for healing was not a small number.

"You, are you still alive?"

Quema was still huddled in the corner, and he witnessed a thrilling fight.

The setting sun at the gap disappeared, and a pale moonlight emerged, and even the nose began to adapt to the stench in the air.

Finally, the other party got up from the bloody viscera and made a wet and sticky sound.

Phew, Kuima breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

【Cangcuo Snake Egg X6】

That's all there is to it.

Ken doesn't care about it. The improvement of attributes is the biggest confidence, but it's a pity to equip it.

So far, [Standard Sword], [Qishan Winter Boots], and [Short Bone Rib Armor] have all been scrapped, and the old jacket on his body has only [Durability: 20%] and the sleeve is broken.

【Steel Blade Dagger】

[Durability: 32%]

The only weapon is also on the verge of collapse.

Ken scratched his head, the blood was sticky in his hair, making it uncomfortable.

He found several bodies in the passage.

Judging by her clothes, she seems to be Quema's companion.

They were corrupted beyond recognition, and their items and equipment were completely useless.

Confirmed that there are no other threats.

Ken went back to help Kuima out, and gave him some experience points.

The entrance of the cave is on the slope, the moonlight is just rising, and the silver veiled wasteland begins to stir.

The past few days had been unforgettable for both of them as the pyre rose with a reassuring flame.

They found a broken earthenware pot that could still be used in the cave, and put it on the campfire, and the boiled snow made a thud.

Kuima filled it with a water bottle, took a few sips after letting it cool down, and felt that her whole body was much clearer.

Ken waited for him to finish, then threw a few more handfuls of snow into the clay pot, melted it and turned it into warm water, picked it up and poured it on his head, and had a rough wash.

"The uncle who taught me how to survive said that if you are too particular in the wilderness, you will die with regret."

"No, properly pursue the sense of ritual." Ken replied without raising his head. "It motivates me to live."

"Oh, by the way, my name is Ken, Ken Bouvier."

Quima memorized it silently.

The uncle who taught him the truth has died of Cangcuo snake.

And the stranger in front of him dismembered the Cangcuo snake.

Quema saw Ken unfold the package and take out an irregular prism, which he remembered originally grew in the snake's jaw.

Ken smashed it with the end of his dagger, pulverized it and threw it into the woodpile.

The firewood exploded immediately.

The flame core rose eagerly, and the faint white mist slowly drifted away from the cave entrance.

"It's a code word."

Ken put away the remaining crystals, as if recalling, but also as if answering.

"The spoils of the mercenaries are sometimes very troublesome, so we need to find professional people to transport them."

The countries in the southern border and the sea have their own codes.

The mysterious organization in the night can receive these specific information, and then weigh whether to accept the order or not.

Quima was secretly surprised.

He had heard similar rumors, but this kind of skill was only understood by the direct descendants of Warring and Shaman.

"Where did you learn that?"

"I forgot." Ken stared at the campfire and tapped his forehead with his index finger. "The information has been in my head since I woke up."

"wake?"

Kuima was even more confused. The more he wanted to understand each other, the more he would be shocked.

Ken lay back, stretched his limbs against the recess in the wall, and began to tell his story.

Waking up from the wilderness of the north, the village called Sandon Kaya.

The marauders drove off the Hayden dogs, and on a stormy night there was an avalanche.

Moss-backed deer and Parmenro wild boar, who fell into the cliff with him, fell into the snake's nest just in time for them to shed their skins.

In order to relieve psychological pressure.

In order to relieve the boringness of the long night.

Apart from notes and experience points, Ken talked about his experience during this period in detail, and felt that he was a little too talkative, so he threw the topic back to Quema.

"Of course, you have lived here for generations, and your experience in the wilderness must be much richer than mine."

Quima was taken aback.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he thought about how to explain euphemistically. In fact, in a small tribe like Santon Kaya, the villagers spent most of their lives in berry fields and fishing grounds.

Is grazing and hunting considered an adventure?

Kuima remembered that when she was a child, the late uncle took her to trek for a week to attend the spring festival in the Red Maple Highlands.

Horde warriors ride fearsome monsters.

Children sat around the campfire, eating animal legs they had never seen before, and listening to stories about years of wars and adventures in the wasteland...

"They are here."

"Oh, who? Do you know them?"

Kuima came back to her senses, saw Ken shaking his head, and followed his gaze into the night.

Several faint pupils quickly disappeared.

A flock of birds startled in the forest, their hooves slammed into the ground in groups, accompanied by the sound of quarreling and shaking of cargo boxes.

"Mother Dong, what is that thing!"

The Short Roar was galloping towards the snow slope, it was the size of a makeshift tent, its silver fur glistened in the moonlit night.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The giant beast stopped in front of the cave, stomped its feet, and snorted stinky and foggy.

Quema looked at the leather saddle, with a small paw grabbing the reins, and the "driver" was yelling at the "cargo" in the rear compartment.

"Shuka Pocha!"

It was actually a little taller than the bucket, with sharp teeth and pointed ears, and a face that looked like an autumn fox with brown fur all over it.

[Long-haired tribe, the shortest branch of orcs. 】

"Son of a son of a bitch."

It is not tall but old-fashioned, cursing, and I don't know where it got so angry, pulled off the leather coat, and went straight to the campfire.

"I am John of Han Qi, the wasteland walker at your service."

With an arrogant tone, it even unbuttoned its crotch in front of the two of them.

A bubble of hot yellow urine rushed into the fire, making a sizzling sound.

Kuima turned his head immediately, good guy, he also wants to wash his eyes with snow water now.

Ken raised an eyebrow.

[The other party is changing the signal to tell colleagues in the wasteland that the order has been picked up. 】

"You two are also carrying handles, why are you so scared." He was still cursing, "What kind of cargo are you transporting? Is it big?"

Ken nodded with a smile, picked up a torch, and tilted his head to indicate the depths of the cave.

John whistled.

Kuima saw that the carriage moved, and the silent "cargo" got off, and it turned out to be a giant.

With a simple and honest face, he rubbed his head and smirked at everyone, avoiding the campfire and walking into the cave.

"Idiot, move quickly!" John said impatiently with his mouth still vicious. "He is Han Qi's Qi, let's go, look at things, and negotiate prices!"

It turned out that Han Qi was two partners.

The crowd pushed the cart with wheels to the pothole just now.

John took a quill from behind his ear, and stood ankle-deep in the pool of guts, mumbling.

"Cangcuo Snake, oh, the one that sheds its skin, that's half the price." He wasn't afraid of these behemoths at all. "A grown Parmelo, and a mossback."

While speaking, the giant named Qi untied the rope.

He curled the Cangcuo snake into a ball with strange strength, and put wheels on the other two animals. His movements were quick and crisp, and he was very careful. He even retrieved the broken antlers from the corner.

Ken was fascinated.

Snapped!
A wooden board with numbers written on it fell on him.

The long-haired orc, John, was stretching out his claws at himself with a quill in his mouth. He roared viciously in a non-negotiable tone:

"Pay!"

(End of this chapter)