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Twenty days later, about 600 kilometers northwest of the location of Mogar's first arrival in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, Mogar stood 40 meters away from the target and shot the 32nd arrow with all his might. If you get close to the target, you can clearly see that the arrows at the bullseye are stacked in two layers, and the second layer of arrows is inserted in the gap of the first layer of arrows, and the bullseye can no longer fully withstand 32 arrows.

Mo Jiaer muttered to himself as he withdrew the arrow: "It's been 2 months and 15 days since I came to the Demon Beast Mountain Range, it's time to go back, if I don't go on the first day of registration, it will be fun." ”

After collecting the arrows, he cleared the traces again, with this heavy snowfall, there was no need to clear it, many traces were covered by the snow, he adjusted his direction and began to go east, towards the edge of the Warcraft Mountain Range.

On the first day, he walked 19 kilometers and experienced four battles and harvested a pair of cat's paws, and on the second day, he walked 13 kilometers and fought eight battles, and only harvested a pair of purple lizard eyes.

On the third day, after walking 22 kilometers and fighting 3 battles, he encountered a seriously injured third-level demonic beast sawhorned blue deer, and unexpectedly harvested a pair of blue antlers worth more than ten gold coins.

On the fourth day, I walked 10 kilometers without fighting, but in order to avoid the Terrans who appeared more and more frequently, I had to take a detour, so I walked extremely slowly on the fourth day.

On the fifth day, I walked 18 kilometers and fought against the best of the first-class Warcraft, the Tapir Dog.

At that time, Mogar was on his way, and just after passing through a jungle, suddenly a beast roar sounded, and a tapir dog appeared in Mogar's sight with a burst of snowflakes.

He took out the short sword, quietly looked at the tapir dog that opened his blood basin and rushed towards him, when he could faintly smell a smell of blood, he turned to one side, the short sword moved up very slowly, and a stream of blood shot out from the tapir's neck, which looked like the tapir himself hit Mojiaer's short sword.

The tapir dog fell weakly, scratched a few meters away on the ground, brought up a burst of snow, and after stopping, its legs twitched, and before it could breathe, Mogar quickly disappeared into the area with a few ups and downs.

At noon on the 6th day, Mo Jiaer disguised himself as a big man with a height of more than 1.7 meters and a cloak left, he could finally faintly see the sparse jungle outside the forest, and it was already white as far as his eyes could see, he turned to look at the ancient forest on the edge of the Warcraft Mountain Range in front of him, took a deep breath and thought silently in his heart: "Goodbye! Warcraft Mountain Range, I hope you can give me more harvest next time I come." ”

"Pol Sas, you're dead!" Molgar had just finished thinking when a huge roar came from the middle of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, echoing over the Demon Beast Mountain Range.

Mo Jiaer, who was already standing at the very edge of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, was shocked by the coercion of this roar, and couldn't imagine what a terrifying existence it was!

After a while, a figure skipped past the moment above Mogar's head, and then disappeared into the sky in an instant, and wherever this figure passed, the tips of the ancient giant trees would be skewed to the sides, and the snow on the trees fell one after another, leaving a wide trace.

With his current strength, he couldn't even notice that someone had just flown over his head, but he was almost drowned by the falling snow, "Damn, what's the situation!" Mo Jiaer cursed, quickly climbed out of the snowdrift, shook off the snow on his body, but fell into deep thought.

"What a familiar name! Where have you heard it? I remember hearing it, why can't I remember it?..." Mogar muttered to himself as he turned around again and walked out of the forest without looking back, and as he was about to step out of the forest, a voice suddenly appeared in the grass behind him: "Hey, wait." Are you going back to the fortress of Naki City?" a female warrior of about 25 years old, with a good figure but a little dark skin, appeared and approached Mogar with a smile, not the slightest defense against Mogar.

Mo Jiaer's feet retracted again, his legs sank slightly, although he was still far from being promoted to a second-level warrior, he could faintly feel that it was a second-level warrior who appeared after his birth, he didn't look back and lowered his voice and said, "Yes, but I'm not sure about the correct direction, you know?"

The female warrior heard a hint of immature voice from Mojiaer's answer, frowned slightly, and then was relieved, continued to walk towards Mojiaer and replied: "I know, you can see it by walking about 15 kilometers to the southeast, I just want to go back, can we go together?"

"So, how far is Neki City from the fortress of the Great Lion City?" Mogar didn't answer her question directly.

"The Giant Lion City is the third fortress and the Naki City is the fifth fortress, and the two are more than 550 kilometers apart. Forehead... What should I call you?" she walked up behind Mogar as she finished speaking, and then reached out to put her hand on Mogar's shoulder, but when she was about to meet her, a murderous look appeared on her originally playful face.

I don't know when there was an extra dagger in her outstretched hand, Kan Kan touched the fine hair on Mo Jiaer's neck, and when the dagger was about to pierce further, it stopped abruptly, and a short sword appeared on her chest, and the blood dripped down the hilt of the sword on the snow, blooming a bewitching blood "flower".

After Mo Jia Er came to the Demon Beast Mountain Range, he experienced hundreds of battles, and faced the naked murderous aura of the Demon Beast for a long time, and became very sensitive to the murderous aura, so when the female warrior appeared a wisp of murderous aura, although it disappeared in a flash, it was still captured by Mo Jiaer.

In an instant, the short sword appeared in Mo Jiaer's hand, he lifted the short sword backwards, and the short sword pierced deeply into the female warrior's chest, her heart burst instantly, her body suddenly stiffened, and then fell backwards, she was unwilling to grab the backpack behind Mo Jiaer.

"Bang" The female warrior's body slammed on the snow, Mo Jiaer turned around slightly, his hands trembled slightly, this was his second killing, but it was much better than the first time, at least he didn't vomit anymore.

He stared at the dagger in the female warrior's hand, gradually regained his composure, and sighed: "I still don't have enough consciousness, I can't let my guard down just because I'm a woman, I shouldn't have let her get close just now, why are people like this?

He shook his bulging backpack, and as he met more people, in order to avoid making people feel strange, he put the harvest pieces of this time into the backpack and carried it on his back, but he didn't expect it to backfire and attract the peeps of others.

Mo Jiaer unceremoniously 'accepted' all the property of the female warrior, opened her backpack, his eyes lit up, although the backpack looked flat, but the space inside was huge, and the hooves and fangs inside occupied one-third of the space of the backpack.

Mo Jiaer estimated that this was worth half of his harvest, and he sighed again: "I've been here for so long, and I've killed so many demonic beasts to get such a point, and it's only been a few minutes, and the harvest is worth half of mine, but the monsters like to do this, huge profits, huge profits!" After speaking, he covered the female warrior with snow.

Packing up the spoils of war, packing his own into the female warrior's backpack, and lifting the backpack, Mogar adjusted his position and stepped out of the ancient forest again, when suddenly he retracted his step.

Turning again, he said, "I almost forgot about the evil spirit!" He whistled a long whistle into the depths of the forest, and then walked out of the ancient white forest without looking back.

Two hours later, through the sparse jungle, Mogar could faintly see the snow-covered clearing in front of him, and suddenly he felt an object behind him approaching rapidly, much faster than all the monsters he had encountered in the past few days.