The pot of liquid looked boiling and bubbling. With the passage of time, the sword oil became more and more viscous under Chen Yuhang's boiling, and there was a strange fragrance floating out. Under the moonlight, the color of the sword oil is black, but this black color can reflect the moonlight and appear very bright.

Everything on the other side of the carriage seemed to be under Chen Yuhang's control, he held a wooden stick in his right hand and boiled, raised his left wrist, and looked at the somewhat worn mechanical watch, the accurate time on which showed that fifteen minutes had passed, and it was almost over. Time is also very meaningful for hunters, because it is necessary to be accurate, so a steam mechanical watch that can walk the time accurately is also a must-have for them.

Chen Yuhang continued to boil the sword oil leisurely, and he seemed to have heard of the fighting on the other side of the carriage, the fleeing shouts of the people two hundred meters away, and the slaughter of the carriage by Order. Right now, the only thing he cared about might be the boiling sword oil in the pot.

At that moment, a dark shadow swooped down, almost unresponsive with such speed. It turned out to be a werewolf, but this wolf's eyes were scarlet as if he was infected, and his jumping posture blocked the moonlight above Chen Yuhang's head, and Chen Yuhang still maintained the posture of boiling sword oil, as if he couldn't notice it at all. The werewolf was about to tear him apart, but time seemed to stand still for a second, Chen Yuhang raised the wooden stick at a strange speed, and the ordinary wooden stick directly pierced the werewolf's heart, Chen Yuhang waved with one hand, and the werewolf was thrown onto a boulder and fell to pieces.

Chen Yuhang sat on the bench the whole time, and before the blood flowed down the wooden stick to his hands, he fell back into the pot and boiled.

"There is just a little fresh beast blood, and the formula orc blood should be better, especially after being mad. Chen Yuhang said to himself.

Five minutes had passed in a blink of an eye, and the pot of sword oil had been boiled into a sticky paste.

Chen Yuhang finally stood up, he stretched his waist, and then turned around. Behind him was a black patch, one of the dark green goblins, with a crown on its head, held up by several large Green Goblins in tribal chairs, in front of the array, staring at him.

"I knew that in the wasteland, the enemy would never attack in just one direction. Chen Yuhang smeared the sword with sword oil while carrying it.

"No, I can't stand it. At this moment, Du Yueming's voice came from behind. This man ran to Chen Yuhang's side in a hurry, and was about to continue something, but when he looked up, he found the black oppression, and he was immediately silenced.

"This ...... What is this?" Du Yueming said after a pause.

"There are goblins, wanderers, and orcs, and they're all gathered together across the wasteland like like-smelling hyenas. Chen Yuhang said slowly.

"Isn't it the enemy to be called a collective? "Du Yueming.

"That's right. How many Frost Wanderers have you killed in those twenty minutes?"

"At least a hundred, but they can't be killed, I really can't stand it, I should have already held out in twenty minutes. ”

"Well, it's time to hold on, the mission is done. You're doing pretty good. ”

"So what do we do next?"

"Next......" Chen Yuhang's eyes flashed with coldness, "You take care of yourself, before I get rid of all these things." ”

"You're going to kill them all!" Du Yueming was a little suspicious of his ears.

"If you have some free time, you can watch my movements during the battle. Chen Yuhang dropped a word, and swept away like an afterimage, running towards the black oppression.

Du Yueming glanced at the mighty army of frost wanderers behind him, and then at the carriage, and suddenly had an idea, he has now changed from a hunting mission to a survival mission, why not take a trick. As for the gang of cubs outside, just leave it to Chen Yuhang to clean up.

Du Yueming immediately ran to the side of the carriage, and after cleaning up the frost wandering around, he got into the broken car door. He then used the smelting effect of Moxiri's manipulator to collect the metal tables and chairs that had been bent and scrapped, and welded the doors to death.

Whenever a frost wanderer approached the carriage, frost and snow would condense on the window, and at this time, Du Yueming would use his fire-like fighting energy to heat the carriage, melting the frost and snow while scalding away the frost wanderer who tried to get close to the carriage. There was not the slightest emotion between these frost wanderers, they were just in the desire for fresh flesh and blood, and there was no revenge for their companions at all. So even if Du Yueming slaughtered a lot of frost wanderers, in their eyes, Du Yueming was still just a piece of meat, but this piece of meat looked more difficult to gnaw.

Now Du Yueming is cowering in the carriage and refuses to come out, and the frost wanderer, who is already a little afraid of the fiery, really can't help it, and after scalding it a few times, he simply gave up. They began to turn their gaze to Chen Yuhang in the distance, although that body exuded a dangerous aura, but it didn't matter, the frost wanderer didn't feel pain, that person was exposed to the air, it was good to be able to touch him, he was just a pile of fresh flesh and blood.

Du Yueming was comfortable here, he found a waste chair and fixed it with the smelting effect of Moxirui's manipulator, and then cleaned the window, in addition to taking a bottle of secret medicine that can bring night vision effects. His posture was obviously preparing to watch Chen Yuhang's battle, but considering that the footage might be bloody for a while, this guy simply didn't take out the food and ate supper. Anyway, why does this guy keep thinking about supper?

However, during this period, there were many frost wanderers who wanted to spoil Du Yueming's good deeds, and if the carriage was not heated for a period of time, three or two frost wanderers would climb up, and then they would hang their hideous heads very upside down, sticking out their tongues and baring their teeth at Du Yueming, forcibly occupying Du Yueming's sight. Fortunately, Du Yueming's heart has a good ability to bear it, but Du Yueming's behavior of the Frost Wanderer made Du Yueming very annoyed, and he directly condensed his fighting spirit, and blasted the only round window in this carriage that was exposed outside with an iron fist.

This window is not much bigger than Rao's head, and the Frost Wanderer can't get in. However, the distance was very close, and the slightly cold and rotten aura on the frost wanderer's body was sent in by the night wind, Du Yueming was nauseous, and directly stabbed it with the Orfil arc light, and the killing of Mithril destroyed its brain in an instant. After drawing the Ofir arc, Du Yueming would pull out a long-barreled musket, and then continue to blast away, followed by the sound of the Frost Wanderer falling to the ground and wailing of death.

Perhaps thinking that this lethality was not enough, Du Yueming remembered the pot of sword oil outside, and the pot of sword oil was actually magical and was not overturned by the army of wanderers. Wouldn't this thing be twice as powerful when it was painted on the Orfil arc, Du Yueming thought. When he was moved, he was about to act, thinking about it, Du Yueming directly used Moxirui's manipulator to absorb the iron pot not far away.

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