Chapter 299: Valley of Death (1)

Blood Tiger picked up a wooden stick about two and a half feet long beside him and slowly stood up. Suddenly, he jumped up, waved the wooden stick with both hands, and hit Mo Xiaosheng, who was about a foot away from him. The part where the wooden stick hit was Mo Xiaosheng's head.

He let out a snoring sound and suddenly attacked with an obvious intention, which was to kill Mo Xiaosheng with one blow. As long as he kills Mo Xiaosheng, he can be promoted to the fifth level of the dead soldier.

There is a strict management system in the Valley of Death, and one of the management systems is the division of the dead and related constraints.

Rank 1 to 4 Dead Soldier is a junior Dead Soldier. The dead soldiers in this level can sneak attack, assassinate, and duel with each other, of course, only limited to one-on-one. A dead soldier of this level, every time he kills an opponent, he can be promoted to one level.

And if they are promoted to the fifth level of the dead soldiers, they are intermediate dead soldiers, and if they are promoted to the eighth level of the dead soldiers, they are the senior dead soldiers, and the tenth level of the dead soldiers are the most senior dead soldiers in the Death Valley, and they enjoy the best treatment.

After being promoted to the Intermediate Dead Soldier, you will be protected accordingly by the Valley of Death. If a dead soldier above level 5 wants to advance, he can only pass the competition in the ring, win and be promoted to the first level, and if he loses, he will lose his life. Because, since there has been a life-and-death ring, there has never been a phenomenon that the losing side is still alive. It is always the one who is alive that wins, and the one who dies is the loser.

However, it is not easy for the fifth-level dead soldiers to live, although the dead soldiers above the same level as them cannot use assassination or sneak attacks to kill them. However, junior dead people can.

Death Valley clearly stipulates that a junior Dead Soldier who kills an Intermediate or Senior Dead Soldier can directly replace the opponent's code name and number, and also obtain the corresponding rank. In other words, a first-level dead soldier killed an eighth-level dead soldier by luck. Then, his identity suddenly soared from a junior dead soldier to a senior dead soldier.

However, the case of the defeat of the strong by the weak has never occurred in the Valley of Death, and all of them ended with the death of a low-ranking soldier.

The most common occurrence in Death Valley is the junior deadman, killing the junior deadman, so as to be promoted to the intermediate dead soldier as soon as possible.

It's like a blood tiger, sneaking up on newcomers who are new and unfamiliar with the situation. The blood tiger is a person from Guannei, five big and three coarse, but his heart is as careful as a hair. Never make a move when you are not sure, just like he sneaked up on Mo Xiaosheng.

The moment he swung the wooden stick at Mo Xiaosheng, he seemed to hear the dull sound of the wooden stick hitting Mo Xiaosheng's head, and saw Mo Xiaosheng's brilliant radiance.

There was a satisfied and grim smile on his face, and just as he thought he was sure of victory, the smile on his face stiffened. He lowered his head and looked at the blood arrows splattering out of his lower abdomen, and terror and horror instantly leaked out of his gaze.

"Impossible." The Blood Tiger threw away the wooden stick, took a step back, and looked at the wound in his lower abdomen, unable to believe that this was real. But the sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and the rushing blood, told him the truth of the matter.

"As I said, I never attack people. But it was not said that I did not defend myself. Mo Xiaosheng was still sitting on the firewood, his hands in his cuffs, looking at the other four people, and said coldly.

The Green Worm King and the Black Bolt King looked at Mo Xiaosheng in shock. The other two junior dead soldiers had terrifying eyes. They never imagined that Mo Xiaosheng, who was sleeping, would suddenly fight back and kill the blood tiger.

They were wrong, Mo Xiaosheng is not stupid, he is a soldier who has walked through the rain of bullets, he is an excellent sniper, and a fool can never become an excellent sniper.

Mo Xiaosheng closed his eyes, which did not mean that he was asleep. He didn't know the rules of Death Valley, though. But Liang Shangjun's admonition to him, the ferocity of the blood wolf. So that he has to be on guard everywhere and be ready to fight back at any time.

The conversation between the Green Worm King and the Black Bolt King sounded the alarm again, and Mo Xiaosheng had to be on full alert.

The snoring of the Blood Tiger suddenly became short, and he and the Green Worm King picked up the nine-section whip, and the whip nodes collided with each other to make a crisp sound. Mo Xiaosheng knew that the Blood Tiger was going to make a move, and the target was himself. He quietly pulled out the dagger hidden in his left cuff, and the next moment it was a thunderous blow.

The Blood Tiger's snoring suddenly stopped, and all that was left was the rustling of the placket and the whining of the wooden stick breaking through the air.

Mo Xiaosheng knew that the battle had begun. He snapped his eyes open, and there was a sparkle in them. Before the wooden stick hit his head, his body suddenly leaned forward and squeezed into the arms of the blood tiger, and the dagger in his right hand stabbed into the blood tiger's lower abdomen like lightning, quickly ending the battle.

Mo Xiaosheng easily fought the Blood Tiger, not that Mo Xiaosheng's ability was much greater than that of the Blood Tiger. If they face each other, it is not yet known who will kill the deer. In this kind of ending, the fault lies in the blood tiger's underestimation and carelessness.

The Blood Tiger thought that Mo Xiaosheng was a newcomer and did not understand the rules of the Death Valley. Also, Mo Xiaosheng's characteristic is that he is already asleep, he is a sneak attack, and he is naturally foolproof.

That is, because of his carelessness, he values himself too much, despises his opponents, and is in a hurry. It cost him his life.

"You can change the code name and number again, code name Blood Tiger, number 0038." The Black Bolt King glanced at the blood tiger that died in convulsions, and looked at Mo Xiaosheng with interest: "You are now a second-level dead soldier, do you want to kill two of them and become a fourth-level dead soldier in one day?" ”

The two middle-level dead soldiers sitting by the wall stood up in an instant, each pulled out a short knife from their leggings, and stared at Mo Xiaosheng with palpitations, making a defensive posture.

Mo Xiaosheng ignored the two junior dead soldiers, his neck shrunk into the fur collar, and he closed his eyes: "If you want to kill, you will be killed, if others don't provoke me, I will never make a move." ”

Mo Xiaosheng hates the Black Bolt King very much, this guy fanned the flames, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and kept provoking the flames of the fight between Mo Xiaosheng and the other two junior dead soldiers.

Mo Xiaosheng had an impulse to kill the Black Bolt King immediately. What he had just said was not a cruel word, it was part of the anger in his heart. However, he still doesn't know the strength of the Black Bolt King, and if the Black Bolt King doesn't take the initiative to provoke, he doesn't want to do it for the time being.

What he said just now had another meaning, which was to tell the two junior dead soldiers. As long as you don't take the initiative to trouble me, I won't attack you.

The two junior dead soldiers, seeing Mo Xiaosheng sit down, put away the knife, and slowly sat back in place, their eyes widened, they would not believe Mo Xiaosheng, the cruel killing in the Death Valley made them not believe anyone.

The Black Bolt King trembled in his heart, he was not only bored with himself, but also jealous of Mo Xiaosheng. Mo Xiaosheng's two shots were extremely fast. What weapon did Mo Xiaosheng use? He still doesn't know.

A ray of light sent away the night, and the sun of birth gilded the mountains with a golden glow.

Mo Xiaosheng put away the bags of dry food for the Blood Wolf and the Blood Tiger, which were his trophies and the only food he had before he went to the Valley of Death.

After simply eating some dry food, Mo Xiaosheng, the Green Worm King, and the Black Bat King threw down the corpses of the blood wolf and the blood tiger, and stepped on the road through the thick snow.

Mo Xiaosheng was still sandwiched between the four of them, which was very different. The Green Worm King and the Black Bolt King walked behind Mo Xiaosheng, and the two junior dead soldiers walked in front of Mo Xiaosheng. The four of them always kept a distance of about a zhang from Mo Xiaosheng, that is, outside Mo Xiaosheng's attack range.

Mo Xiaosheng killed two people in a row, and the speed of his shot was shocking. invisibly caused huge pressure on the four people, worried that Mo Xiaosheng would suddenly attack and catch him off guard.

The five of them just blindly moved forward under the guidance of the two junior dead soldiers, and they did not rest at noon, each walking while eating dry food.

At dusk, they walked to another thatched hut that was the same as the first two, but different.

Why, this thatched hut and the first two are thatched makeshift huts, like temporary shelters for hunters hunting.

The difference is that the first two huts have only one room, while this one has six rooms.

"Blood Tiger, you live in the rightmost room, and I live in the two leftmost rooms with the Frog King, you two are free." The Black Bolt King assigned the room, and the Green Bolt King each walked to their own rooms.

When the Green Worm King entered the door, he turned around and said: "I haven't had a good rest for more than two days, so don't do it tonight, and I'll talk about it when I have the ability." ”

"It doesn't look too far from Death Valley, maybe tomorrow." Mo Xiaosheng thought secretly and pushed open the door.

The layout of the room is the same as the first two thatched huts, with a bed, an iron frame, a hanging pot hanging on the iron frame, and firewood by the door.

"What did the Frog King mean by what he just said? Is it implying that we will rest in peace tonight? Mo Xiaosheng thought about what the Green Worm King said when he entered the house, and checked everything in the house, looking for places that might bring danger to him.

He spun around and found nothing suspicious, so he lay down on his bed and rested quietly, thinking about how to survive in the valley of death.

On the way, he carefully observed, and there was only one way to escape. The threat of death was not the attack of the large beasts in the mountains, but on the way to come, he found that on the slopes on either side of the road, more than one flash of light appeared.

He is a sniper, and these points of light are all too familiar to him, which are caused by the reflection of the sniper scope under the sunlight. That is, on the road to the Valley of Death, there is more than one sniper in ambush who prevents the dead from escaping.

"Do you really have to kill ten people in a row to get out of the Valley of Death?" Mo Xiaosheng asked himself silently. Escaping was unrealistic, and he had to find another way.

After a long day's journey, he was a little hungry and a little thirsty. He took a piece of dried meat from the bag of dry food and threw it into his mouth. When I wanted to drink water, I found that the fire under the hanging pot had long been extinguished.

"Without the fire, I wouldn't have survived this night." Mo Xiaosheng muttered to himself. But he searched every corner of the house, but he couldn't find anyone who could make a fire. In desperation, he had no choice but to go out of the room and go next door to borrow fire.

When Mo Xiaosheng pushed open the door of the junior dead man next to him, he was greeted not by the junior dead soldier in the room, but by a sharp short knife, which stabbed him in the chest like lightning.