The Lake of Ashes lives up to its name, and there is nothing in it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe lake is clear and calm, and the distant forests and mountains are clearly reflected in the midday sun, which together with the clear blue sky and white clouds, form a wonderful and peaceful picture. This kind of scenery is very rare on the earth, as long as there is a beautiful scenery, it is inevitable that it will not be stepped on by humans, and then affected or even destroyed. If it weren't for the crossbow arrows under his feet, Zhao Mai would dare to say that this was the most beautiful woodside lake he had ever seen.

He held the car door in one hand and held the other in the air, indicating that he had no weapon in his hand. One of his eyes looked around as quickly and carefully as he could, hoping to find out who had shot the arrow. Contrary to the path of the crossbow, a dense bush half a man high obscured his view, and the woodland behind it was so dense that he could not find anyone.

The other party is either well hidden, or has already changed positions. Zhao Mai shouted in the lingua franca several times again, but still no one responded to him. It's safe to get back into the car, but what's the difference between that and being trapped in Cloudsdale by the devil?

After another two minutes of waiting, no crossbow bolts were fired, and no one came forward to claim responsibility for the attack. Zhao Mai thought about it and felt that the possibility of being attacked again was relatively low, so it was better to let go of his courage and do what he had to do. So he took a deep breath, prayed in his heart to all the gods and Buddhas he knew, and then slowly walked forward, stepping over the corpse under the wheels and standing on the clean ground.

The pebbles on the lakeside have long been washed round and smooth, and it is only when you step on it that you finally have a little down-to-earth feeling. Zhao looked around, and after a while, he finally understood what creature the car had killed. There aren't many creatures with wings and three heads, especially with three different heads, and this is undoubtedly a Chimera.

A Chimera is not a specific creature, but a general term for a class of creatures. Any creature that is affected by the power of chaos, has magical abilities, and has three or more types of heads and characteristics is called a Chimera. No two Chimeras are the same, and the sheer differences make it difficult for them to produce stable offspring. But the creature has a lifespan of thousands of years, and after no need to worry about reproduction, the Chimera is left with only one desire: to eat.

The chaotic magical power gives them the ability to spray multiple elements, and sometimes generously give them the ability to cast simple spells. Different heads are capable of firing different spells, such as fire, acid, ice, and lightning, which can be a great boost for predation. In addition to wild creatures, the vicious Chimera often raids villages, so it is often at the top of adventurers' hunt lists. Unlike the dragons, whose colors and elements correspond to each other, the chaotic Chimera has no bearing on what form of head they have. This is very difficult for adventurers to deal with, so adventurers are also often a good meal for Chimera.

The chimera at Zhao Mai's feet, with the heads of sheep, lions, and some kind of bird, had just caught a wild boar and was about to feast on the lake. Zhao Mai's taxi landed right on the back of its neck, and its absolute solidity brought a huge impact, smashing its shoulders and turning its entire upper body into a puddle of mud. It was definitely a quick and painless death, leaving most of his body unwounded.

Look at the dark green scales on the Chimera's thick legs, and then look at the wild boar that has been bitten open. Zhao Mai shook his head, it was better to start eating from the food he was familiar with.

The crossbow bolt was still stuck in the ground, but at this time I could think of eating. Perhaps this is the most powerful gene inherited in the bones of the Chinese nation. People take food as the sky, and the food on the plate is hard. Zhao Mai knew that there was nothing to eat in his car, except for two packs of emergency chocolate bars and a few bottles of mineral water. In addition, the originally planned breakfast xiaolongbao came to naught, so of course he had to find a way to solve the problem of eating and drinking first.

If you want to eat pork, you have to cut and wash it first, but Zhao Mai didn't have a knife at hand, so he immediately hit the idea on Chimera's sharp claws. Since the monster's upper body had been completely broken, he took the Chimera's right front paw and began to cut through the left front paw. One front leg weighs more than 50 pounds, and it is very difficult to carry it on the shoulder, and it is even more physically exhausting to hold it in your arms as a saw. Only if the tip of the cut claw is light enough can it be used as a weapon.

"There is no food, no clothing, the enemy has sent it forward, there are no guns, there is no artillery, the enemy has made us ......," Zhao Mai sang as he worked, and there was nothing more suitable for his current situation than a guerrilla song.

Although there is no Cao Cao in the other world, it may be a quirk that every world has when he talks about something. Zhao Mai swore that he had never let his guard down, but he still didn't know how the blade against the back of his head had come close.

"No malice, no malice. Zhao Mai slowly let go of the things in his hand, repeating in his mouth. He didn't panic at all, knowing that his judgment was correct. The other party has a long-range weapon, and since he hasn't shot himself before, he is not a vicious bandit, and he can always communicate.

Of course, there are dangers in this, Zhao Mai knows it. If he landed in a big city, he would certainly not have risked it. But in this wilderness, the situation is now the best.

The other party muttered a few words, and he couldn't tell his age or even his gender by his voice. Zhao Mai's lingua franca wasn't good enough to understand his words, but he could understand the meaning of the blade tapping on the side of his head. He turned slowly, finally able to figure out who had "captured" him.

It was a shriveled old man covered in camouflage, with a fishnet-like cloak covered with grass and trees, and if lying on the ground it would be a mass of shrubs. Zhao Mai can often see such elderly people in the park, and most of them are wielding chess or fishing rods. The old man in front of him had a quiet and peaceful face, no different from the kind uncle next door and the second uncle, but he was fully armed. In addition to the sword he held steadily, three spears and a heavy crossbow were on his back, a blowgun and a row of poison darts hung from his belt, and daggers were tied to each side of his leather boots.

"Bad talking. Zhao Mai pointed to his mouth, and then added, "No malice." The camouflage old man kept the short sword on Zhao Mai's neck, reached out and touched his whole body, making sure there was no weapon to hide, and then put the short sword away. He pointed to the car, then pointed at Zhao Mai, and said in a different tone, "No malice?"

Zhao Mai followed and repeated. To prove that he was truly intellectual, he pointed to his chest, "Zhao Mai," he said.

The old man in camouflage figured out what Zhao Mai meant, but his tongue was clumsy, and he couldn't pronounce the sound of "Zhao", which always sounded like "old". If it's "Lao Zhao", it's fine, but if it's "Laomai", it's not quite right. Zhao Mai thought about it, and in order to hide his real name, he changed his name to "Mike".

This pronunciation is much simpler for the camouflage old man. After coming and going, Zhao Mai also knew the old man's name: Carl Ke Isa.

Not only that, but he also judged the old man's main ability: this is a jungle ranger.