"Uh... Little Monkey! Are you going to pull me up? What, you can't pull me! Let me fall and die! ”

Wutong gently pulled his sleeves, this little monkey looks only the size of a volleyball, it seems that it has only been a few months, but he gave up, the little monkey is gone, squeaking and screaming actually kicked the bark on the bark with his hind legs to stand up, and he had to pull him up, Wutong is called an embarrassment, how can you say that you are such a small thing to pull up, although we have lost a little weight, but there are 100 pounds, right?

Without waiting for Wutong to continue to persuade the little embarrassed-faced monkey to give up, he suddenly heard a rattling and rattling, and a group of large and small monkeys, medium monkeys and small monkeys suddenly popped out of him. It's actually that the monkeys can't stand it anymore, and they actually run up to help collectively!

But although the monkey is kind, but Wutong is not very appreciative, the chicken and cat screamed wow, "Ah~~~ let go!" No... Put the claw and put the claw! My hair! My ears !! Ah~~~ Help! ”

Wutong regretted that he died because he didn't like to get a haircut at home, and his half-length hair was dragged into the hairstyle of Lady Liberty by several monkeys at the same time.

But not to mention, with the concerted efforts of the monkeys, they really dragged the sycamore up, and put him on a thick branch, and the first thing the safe sycamore rode on the branch was to rub it on the head, and the two red ears were almost pinched into donkey ears by them.

Seeing the appearance of the sycamore squeezing his eyebrows and grinning his teeth, the monkeys were happy, and thought that the sycamore thanked them, and they also rattled at the sycamore and squeezed their eyebrows.

The sycamore riding on the branch wanted to cry without tears, he was up now, but the branch he was riding was one or two meters away from the tree hole, just in the empty area between the two branches, his legs were soft at this time, and his hands were still holding the branch he was riding, and he didn't dare to let go at all, and he still climbed over.

So, a strange picture appeared, the sycamore was lying on the branches, and a group of monkeys squatted on the branches around the trees.

After a while, Wutong felt that he had adapted to this height, and he trembled up and sat down on the branch, and began to reach in the direction of the hollow of the tree the size of a bucket, but the length of his arm was definitely not enough, and he took out the apprentice's staff on his waist and began to poke it in, trying to see if he could poke something out.

But the apprentice's staff was a stick and not a hook, and he didn't say anything, but poked out two angry little squirrels with their tails cocked, squeaked at him for a while, and then fled, startling him.

What to do?

This task itself is not something he can complete at his level, although he omitted the first few steps of the mission, but he also lacked the corresponding props to obtain the items in the tree hole, he thought that the tree hole in the tree could climb up, but he overestimated his ability to climb the tree.

When Wutong was worried, he saw the embarrassed-faced little monkey who was poking the tree hole with a stick and slipped into it, and when Wutong was stunned, he poked out his little head and raised a small hairy paw high.

Wutong saw that the little hairy paw grabbed a pine tower, and suddenly sweated, this embarrassed little monkey probably took out the food of other squirrels, while surprised that this little monkey was so smart, while shaking his head that it was not what he wanted.

The little monkey threw away the pine tower, slipped into it again, and then took out something and held it up to the sycamore, this time a branch.

Sycamore shook his head again.

The little monkey went in and out and lifted a feather of an unknown bird.

Shake your head, go in, come out, lift up a nice stone.

Shaking his head, in, out, holding up a small, worn-out book.

Shake one’s head...

"Wait!" The sycamore, who shook his head and shook his habit, screamed, and the frightened monkeys screamed for a while, and the little monkey was even more frightened and threw away the worn-out little book in his little paws.

Seeing the little book fall, Wutong watched a group of monkeys stare at each other: "Uh, can you drag me down again?" ”

After a while, the monkeys looked at him incomprehensibly, and after resting on the branch for a while, he recovered some of his strength slightly, and the sycamore could only grit his teeth and climb down by himself, but it was easy to go up and difficult to come down, and the sycamore soon got stuck in the place where he couldn't go up or down.

"Young apprentice, what are you doing in the tree?"

A loud voice suddenly came from under the tree, which frightened the sycamore into a white sweat, and as soon as he let go, he fell down, and the monkeys were also scared and squeaked, and they swished and disappeared.

The falling sycamore screamed, but he felt that his body sank, and he was caught by someone!

Wutong, who was frightened and closed his eyes, quickly opened his eyes to see, and what caught his eyes was a rugged beard and a pair of bright eyes with a smile, which saved Wutong's beard and put him down.

Covered in a cold sweat, Wutong hurriedly thanked the people, and at the same time noticed that his savior was a sturdy hunter in close-fitting leather armor, with a well-wound hunting bow on his back, a rope hanging from his shoulder, and a string of wooden iron-toothed traps piled up on the grass at his feet, apparently thrown down to catch him.

Seeing that Sycamore came to his senses, the hunter smiled at him in a friendly way: "I'm sorry, I seem to have scared you?" Recently, there have been a lot of trialists in the village, and it seems that you are one of them, I just heard you shouting for help not far away, do you need my help? ”

"You're—" Sycamore froze, this is an NPC?

The NPCs in "Endless" are not like the standing puppets in traditional games, they live in the village like normal people, have their own life rules and schedules, and because of their professions, some of them may often go out, and some players looking for NPCs to do tasks can find them, it depends on their luck, Sycamore seems to have been lucky to meet an NPC hunter, and they happened to save his life.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Willis, the only hunter in Shell Village, and I happen to be hunting around here. What about you? Young spellcaster apprentice? The hunter asked Sycamore kindly.

"Uh, I... My name is Sycamore, Mr. Willis. Wutong replied in his mouth, but his mind quickly searched for some information about NPCs in the "Game Guide" he had read.