Sitting by the fire in the dark, with a large "dog" leg in his hand flipping over the fire.

The "dogleg" roasted by the flame squeaked with oil, and the oil and water dripped in the flame, fueling its ignition, and took out a bag of slightly yellowed salt and sprinkled it directly on the slightly charred "dogleg", and a "big meal" with a slightly rotten smell seemed to be ready.

The night took the "dogleg" to his nose and sniffed, twisted his brows and took a bite.

Dry and hard, earthy, with bloody tendons on the inside, and a heavy smell of sour meat.

It's definitely unpalatable!

The legs of the silver-backed wolf!

Six or seven of these third-level demonic beasts may not be able to hide from the dark night before, but now it is just his "supper".

The dark night glanced at the six or seven third-level demon cores with "tofu brains" next to them, which was a little comforting.

"If it's unpalatable, you have to eat it!"

Looking at the "delicious" in his hand, the dark night muttered to himself, closed his eyes and took another bite.

In this unknown world, it is impossible for him to completely listen to Yu Eryu's ghost words.

An enslaved thousand-year-old ghost, it's good to have five points of truth in what he says, and if you believe it too much, you don't know how he died.

But Er Yu was right about one thing, that is, the tower in the south did exist, and when he fell here in the dark, he really saw a dark tower that reached to the sky, and he thought it was a majestic mountain.

The night was looking at the oil-paper umbrella that was motionless on the grass next to it, and there was a sadness in his eyes.

Nothing else.

The oil-paper umbrella seal is loose again!

When the oil paper umbrella was thrown out in the dark night, this umbrella could be directly controlled by Er Yu before it was opened, which was definitely not a good thing, but Er Yu did not move the soul inside, and he couldn't figure out what this terrible ghost was going to play.

Suck~~~

Trembling~~~

"Huh?"

The night was thinking about Eryu just now, and the sudden sensory nerves tightened, and a kind of panic filled his heart in an instant, and the weak divine sense sensed it, and in the chaotic grass in front of him, there seemed to be a creature, making a burst of grass blades rubbing and breaking.

threw away the "dog leg" in his hand, quietly grabbed the oil-paper umbrella on his side, his spirit was unprecedentedly nervous, and his pale green eyes had stared away.

Creatures that are not afraid of fire!

A creature that hunts!

I also know how to strategize a sneak attack!

I can't perceive it! The spiritual power of a weak chicken in the dark night can't be detected at all.

As soon as he brushed it, cold sweat dripped down, and the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was three points harder, and the eyes of the yin owl stared at that place fiercely, and his divine sense swept wildly around.

Don't move!

The night could clearly perceive the mess of grass, and there was no sound at all, and there were only two possibilities for this, one was that it was gone.

Another is that it can perceive the existence of divine consciousness!

Even the silver feathered wolf, a magical beast, can't perceive the existence of divine consciousness, and this kind of magical beast that comes can actually say that he is not afraid of it in the dark night, it is false, he almost didn't come out of that kind of place in the Eastern Desert North Mountain Range, and now in this unknown world, he is even more afraid!

Life is not important, but the middle way collapses before the business is started, and the thing that dies early is not called life.

The life plan of the dark night, even if it is a scumbag, it will live to be a hundred years old!

Compared to the longevity of this world, this requirement is really not extravagant.

Quiet!

The space is quiet and a bit scary.

Only the squeaky and bursting sound of the fire burning the dripping animal oil from the "dog's legs" seemed to disappear.

Confrontation!

The dark night held the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, staring stiffly at the messy grass, while the other party was also staring at his "prey", and both sides were waiting.

Look at its strength, he moves, this is an experienced monster, well versed in the way of hunting.

With a scorched smell emanating from the side of the fire, the dark night looked nervous and forgot the time, he was not sure at all whether the demonic beast that wanted his life was gone or not, stalemate was the only thing he could do.

The night believed that if he only exposed a little weakness, he might be in a different place at that time.

In the dark night, he felt that his legs were numb, and he didn't know how long he had stood motionless, the roasted "dog legs" had been completely charred into a charcoal lump, and the fire below had nothing to burn, and was gradually extinguished.

After the fire was extinguished, what awaited him was not only the attack of this creature, but also the countless unknown demonic beasts that were afraid of the source of the fire and watched here.

He felt that he couldn't wait, and it was better to fight until he died, and see if this demonic beast still existed there.

The night pursed his lips as much as he could, muttering quietly, even the land of the dead talent skills did not dare to open too much, only the invisible part under its feet.

A pale green glow flashed in his hand, and with one hand, a violently burning Hellfire Bomb was thrown directly at the grass.

"Quack~~"

A taunting cry that could shake the sea of spiritual consciousness came directly from the messy grass.

In the dark night, the feeling of vomiting that was hit by this voice jumped to his heart, stabilized his mind, and his mouth was already chanting the "weakening" spell technique.

But halfway through the chanting of the spell technique, the night saw a lump of creatures popping out of the messy grass and was directly stunned.

The dark night choked back the chant in his mouth, and the meridians that were not yet healed hurt hurt for a while, but fortunately, the "weakening" of this spell skill was not as powerful as half of the spell technique.

"Quack~~"

It was another low, unpleasant, ear-breaking cry that made people vomit.

The night is prepared this time, a stable state - the soul fixing spell technique directly stabilizes the mind, otherwise it will almost catch the path of this "fierce beast" again.

"What is this?"

Looking at the creatures popping out of the grass in the dark, he slapped his head and scolded loudly.

A meatball creature!

Black feathers, deformed wings, duck body, short tail, how to look like a bald duck, or a big goose, the flesh is round, the "fat and round" wings look deformed small, if it is not for a pair of sharp beaks, the night really thinks it is a big goose or a duck.

The dark night glanced at the "fat duck" who walked next to the corpse of the silver feather-backed wolf and gnawed on it, not to mention how wonderful the expression on his face was, he was completely scared of himself, just this kind of "fat duck" is full of amazing momentum, can it surpass the third-level demonic beast?

Totally overthought it!

It's already good to have a rank, it's estimated that it's the same level as Hualing chicken, and it's too lazy to slaughter the magic core.

Not to mention the momentum, the momentum of the foodie is full, and he is not afraid at all when he sees the night, he directly swaggers with duck steps, and walks there to eat.

The momentum of the night was lifted, and he collapsed directly on the ground, watching this "fat duck" who was not afraid of people gnaw.

He really didn't know how this creature survived in this world, and ate so fat, maybe this creature was so fat.

With that little short leg, it is estimated that if you really meet a living silver feather-backed wolf, it will be difficult to escape.

"Hey, hey!"

The night slowed down for a long time, and I also watched this garbage foodie monster eat for a long time, and couldn't help but pick up a clod of soil on his side and smash it directly, and he was frightened twice.

"Quack~~"

The fat duck heard the roar of the night, raised his ball-like head and looked at the night, his dark eyes blinked, and after staring at the night for a moment, he croaked at him, and bowed his head again to start his meal.

"Your uncle's scream is so ugly, and it's so fat, I guess the meat can't taste good. ”

At night, I looked at the burnt "dog legs" on the fire, and then looked at the fat duck who completely ignored him and complained, the night snack was paste, and he didn't eat raw, this creature is so fat, and even more stupid, and it can still live in this forest with taste, and its meat will be out of the ghost if it is delicious, and it is estimated that it is more difficult to swallow than the meat of the silver feather-backed wolf.

"There's not much left!"

The dark night looked at the gradually extinguishing fire, threw the charred "dog legs" directly on it, and after scaring himself just now, he was completely out of the mood of cooking a "luxurious" barbecue, and took out a bag of jerky from the space ring and muttered.

There is no preparation at all, that is, this bag of jerky is still the remaining stock of the Gado Academy test three months ago, after this meal, if you want not to eat the silver feathered wolf meat that is difficult to swallow, it is estimated that you can only give full play to his botanical strengths, and look for the little bone grass that can "live people's lives"!

"Quack~~"

"What kind of breed are you, uncle?"

Who thought that the big fat duck in front of him, as if he had smelled the aroma, raised his head and sniffed, and the fat meat was shaking, looking at the thing in his hand, the black and shiny eyeballs stared at the thing in the palm of the night, croaked twice, and walked towards him with duck steps.

I am not afraid of the ferocity of this "monster" in the night!

The short wings suddenly fanned out, and it actually took off, and the night was stunned for a moment, and the only remaining dried meat in his hand was gone.

When I came back to my senses, I saw a fat bird's head, staring at the palm of the night.

Can't get enough of it!

The night seemed to see an expression on the face of this fat duck bird, and he had the illusion of beeping a dog.

In the dark night, the scorched "dog legs" in the fire were directly pulled out, and the burned ones were also with sparks, and they were thrown in front of the bird.

"Quack~~"

The fat duck stared at the "dog's leg" in front of him, raised his head and looked at the night, his deformed wings flapped, and he croaked irritably towards the night, and walked towards the uneaten silver feather-backed wolf corpse behind him, looking at the night lazily.

"I'll go! this IQ, what's it, what's that?"

The night was shocked!

Looking at the fat duck that started to eat again on the corpse of the silver feather-backed wolf, holding his head to recall the knowledge of the past Warcraft, the high-IQ duck, he really didn't know what the Warcraft was!