Mochi and Anvena rushed into the woods.

Just as Mochi had expected—in the dense forest, the sheer size of the Stitch Monster had become their disadvantage. It was a little more difficult for their bulging bellies to get through the gaps between the trees.

"Keep your head down." Mochi whispered to Avena in the bushes.

Anvena nodded when she heard this, and replied generously, "Okay! ”

Moqi hurriedly covered Anvina's mouth and reminded with his mouth: "You be quiet!" Thankfully, the two Stitchers didn't notice them, and they searched fifty meters away from Moqi and Anvina before deciding to leave.

Mo Qi let out a long breath at this time, and then looked at the white fishman beside him, the fishman named Anwena still didn't have much sense of crisis on his face. He really didn't know what was going on with this fish-man - he didn't have the slightest sense of self-preservation, and he really didn't know how she could survive in the wild.

"I'm sorry for the trouble...... "Avena looked very frustrated.

Mochi rubbed his forehead and felt a headache, "I said it's not a sorry question at all...... he really didn't know how to explain to Avena that "everyone needs to be very cautious when it comes to survival". In Mochi's view, this is simply a problem that does not need to be explained. For most living beings, survival is the most basic instinct, and if even this instinct is missing, how can we survive in this world of the jungle?

For Anvina, her biggest worry is never whether she will die, what she is afraid of is whether she will cause trouble to others.

How can this kind of woman, ah, no, be this kind of fish man and live happily!

From this, Moqi deduced a conclusion - "Anwena must be the daughter of a certain fish-man village cadre, and her fish-man parents are busy leading the whole village to collect clams and get rich all day, and they don't have time to care about Anvina." For this daughter's education, she is simply asked to be a sensible and obedient tadpole, without considering whether Anwena has a sound personality and correct value orientation. ”

There is also such a problem of homeschooling in the fish-man society, and it seems that the overall educational environment in Azeroth is really worrying. Social problems caused by the lack of family education are also intensifying on the continent of Azeroth. Lillian Vos, who was executed by Daddy's order, and Medivan, who was killed by the Guardian's mother...... By the way, there's Anduin, who was brought up by Valeera. Bloody examples are in front of people, but it is incomprehensible that the rulers of Azeroth did not pay attention to the issue of education.

Of course, education does not solve all problems. It is a person's own choice that determines the ultimate fate. It's like Mo Qi, who has obviously received many years of higher education, but he still made the wrong choice on whether to eat dog food or not, which led to the bitter fate of becoming a fish man.

Because there were no pursuers, Mo Qi's mood was much more relaxed. It was rare to meet a creature who could communicate with him normally, and Mo Qi couldn't help but say a few more words to the other party: "Let's introduce ourselves, my name is Mo Qi, what is your name." ”

"Hello, my name is Ann...... Ah, no, my name is Deatholme. Anvina remembered that someone had said that she was a shame as terrible as the Death Scars, so she made up such a name for herself.

Mo Qixin said that it is necessary for you to lie about the name? It's not like I can't see your real name. However, thinking that they were just meeting in the water, it didn't seem to be a big problem for the other party to lie about their names.

Mo Qi didn't plan to dwell too much on the issue, so he called her by this name according to the other party's wishes: "Death Scar, where did you come from?" I've never seen a fish-man as white as you in the Tirisfarda Glades before, you're from far away, aren't you? Let me guess, are you from Northrend or the Broken Isles? Also, how did you end up at the sewer exit? ”

With so many questions from Mochi, Anvina was a little overwhelmed by them. She is not good at lying, and she has already been under a lot of psychological pressure after telling two lies before, and now letting her continue to lie is really beyond her limit. Anvina could only reply with a sentence that was neither a lie nor a truth: "I am from the quiet shores of the Singing Forest, and I have come here to heal." ”

The tranquil shores of the Singing Forest? Mo Qi vaguely remembered that the fish-people there were basically dark-scaled fishmen, but were there such white individuals among the dark-scaled fishmen? Mochi is a little uncertain, although he is a veteran player, he does not know much about the types and distribution of fishmen. Moreover, this world itself is very different from the game world that Moqi is familiar with, and it is not impossible for the darkscale fish to give birth to an albino individual.

"Oh, it's a cure? Then what kind of disease do you have, how did you go so far to be treated? Mochi continued.

Now Anvena has a headache. She really didn't know how to continue the lie, and the huge pressure of the lie overwhelmed her, and just as Avena was about to faint, several undead came out of a seemingly deserted wooden house not far ahead.

Mochi pulled Anvena behind a stout fir.

"Get the guy out who lost the bet." The undead with long hair said.

Hearing this, Mo Qi breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that these people are not undead guards, but just undead who set up gambling games in the middle of nowhere. During his time at Carlstone Manor, Mochi had heard the undead guards talk about gambling - due to Sylvanas' aversion to entertainment, gambling was forbidden in the Undercity, even the "Hearthstone Card Pack" was restricted.

Therefore, these undead who like to gamble will open gambling halls in areas far away from the Undercity and the undead guards, and looking at the posture in front of them, there must be an unlucky guy who has just lost all his money in the casino.

Two street thugs quickly dragged out a spirit wearing a peaked hat from the hut, and this ghost was none other than Mochi's acquaintance—

Pharmacist Jerrod.

"Dear Intermediate Apothecary Lord Jerod, you already owe twelve thousand gold coins today, and I'm curious how you will repay this debt?" The undead in the cloaked head lowered and asked.

"Give me three more days, no, just two days, and I'll be able to pay it off. You know, my gambling luck was good, and I was able to pay off this debt with a lot of money. Gerald, who was being crossed by arms, knelt on the ground and said in embarrassment.

The long-haired undead sneered and continued, "Tut-tut...... Judging by your performance this week, I don't think your gambling luck will help you pay off this debt. ”

"No, it won't. I'm in luck, you have to trust me! Borrow another 500 chips, and I'll be able to turn over in no time! Jerrod said persistently.

"Still don't understand? Gerald, no one can be favored by Lady Luck forever. You've run out of luck, and now it's time for you to pay off your past overdraft......"

As he spoke, the long-haired undead pulled a folding dagger out of his trouser pocket.

When the long-haired undead showed his blade, Gerald was completely panicked: "You, what are you going to do?" I'm an intermediate pharmacist of the Royal Society of Apothecaries, and you can't kill me. ”

"Really? But I thought that if your body disappeared from this world, even the Royal Society of Pharmacists would not know that it was our work......"

With that, the long-haired undead plunged the dagger into Gerald's forehead......

Lucky Gerald, in the end, paid the price for believing too much in his luck.