Chapter 9: The Stand-in Puppet

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This is the level of a fighter? Lear was dumbfounded, even the Evenks in Moss Village, who had rated the second-level hunters, hunted this brown mountain bear lightly, without any suspense.

And these five people all looked like they were at the level of a third-level fighter, but how could they all look so hard, and they seemed to be exhausted and out of breath. But their vindictive spirit is clearly faint silvery-white, not white!

A few cheerful adventurers finally noticed that something was wrong, and the huge mountain bear had a wooden arrow stuck in its eye! The most fatal blow was actually the wooden arrow shot by the dirt bun with a crude bow!

The sense of accomplishment of several people was immediately greatly reduced, and at the same time, the gaze of Lear became strange.

"Uh, what's that...... Chop off the four bear paws, and we'll eat roasted bear paws tonight. Lear hurriedly diverted the attention of a few people and said, but pointing to these rookies to pack up their prey, Lear soon found that he looked down on these boys.

After chopping the limbs of the mountain bear into a blur of flesh and blood, they finally got four bear paws, which were clearly the four legs of the mountain bear.

As the sky began to darken, nocturnal animals began to appear in the forest, bursts of eerie bird calls and animal roars continued to be heard, and what was more troublesome was that the nocturnal blood-spotted mosquitoes also began to roam among the forest trees.

The blood spotted mosquito is a very small monster, the size of a fingernail, and the attack power is very poor, but it is better than a large number, and it is impossible to prevent it, as long as it is bitten into a big bag, it is itchy and unbearable.

As a qualified hunter, Lear was prepared to squeeze out the juice of a bitter chrysanthemum and apply it to bare skin, which could effectively prevent the bite of the blood-spotted mosquito.

However, the five members of the Lilac Adventure Team suffered a great disaster, and swarms of blood-spotted mosquitoes dived and bombed like small bombers, and soon everyone was full of heads. The archers, however, were clever, and had a light veil over their heads, so they were spared many attacks. The magician simply pulled the cloak down completely, covering his body completely......

Lear was secretly amused, dirt buns? When you get to the forest, foreign buns are not as good as dirt buns.

"Camped......" shouted Lear, who quickly found a campsite by the mountains and rivers and built a campfire.

Rein Kerter looked at Lear in amazement and asked, "Richard, why don't those demon mosquitoes bite you?

Lear laughed: "I'm a hunter, I've been here for a long time, the skin is thick and the flesh is thick, and the blood is not good, of course the demon mosquito likes fine skin and tender meat." He secretly said in his heart, this is the first day's journey, tomorrow you will start to enter the real Warcraft Forest, the more you go inside, the stronger the Warcraft will be, Half Moon Lake?

Lear didn't know how many powerful demonic beasts there were in Half Moon Lake, but with the temptation of ten gold coins, he still decided to take a risk.

A few thick bear legs were quickly roasted slightly yellow on the fire, and drops of bear oil fell into the fire, making a sizzling sound, and the enticing fragrance spread.

"It's so fragrant...... Rhine and Carson both have big fingers, although they are tired of eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas, but this is a beast hunted by their own hands, and of course the taste is very different. Riser also screamed strangely, and gulped down the bear's paws.

Lear's treated bear's paws were charred on the outside and tender on the inside, smooth and refreshing, and the meat was fat but not greasy, so that he almost swallowed his tongue.

"It's so delicious, how can you not have good wine!" Riser laughed, reaching out and pulling out a pitch-black flat crystal bottle from his rucksack.

"Misty rum!haha, Reese, did you steal a lot of good stuff from your house!" Carson the Heavy Shieldman laughed, snatching the flat bottle and taking a sip, "Good wine!" he couldn't help but exclaim.

"I said you kid don't drink so much, I'll make a bottle like this, everyone drink some......" Liser was anxious, and hurriedly snatched the wine bottle.

Lear's eyes lit up, the bottle was quaint in color, and the light of the bonfire could faintly see some intricate patterns, no matter what the quality of the wine, the bottle alone was worth a lot of money, and it looked like an antique.

His heart suddenly moved, his demon refining gourd had not yet landed, and this wine bottle ...... It's a little smaller, but it can also decorate the fairies. In the afternoon, he wanted to use the exorcism to wake up the mountain bear corpse, but it was still too shocking to think about it, so he had to give up.

"Richard, take ......a sip," he was pondering, when he was interrupted by Reese's voice, and the black bottle had been handed to him.

Lear hurriedly took the bottle and took a sip, the spicy smell of wine choked him, and several adventurers laughed strangely, this young Richard was an out-and-out dirt bun in their minds, but his exposed archery skills still surprised several people.

Lear was suddenly stunned, he clearly felt that there was a faint hint of magic fluctuations in this wine bottle! Could it be a treasure?

Turning around, a bottle of wine is only about a catty, and it was quickly drunk, Reese casually threw the wine bottle on the ground, this is just a crystal bottle he took out from home, but he doesn't like the color, the general crystal bottle is crystal clear, and this crystal bottle, black lacquer Mawu, if it wasn't for stealing wine in a hurry, he wouldn't have chosen this bottle.

Lear picked up the bottle and put it in his backpack.

"Hehe, the boy has a vision, this bottle may be sold for a few silver coins!" The magician laughed strangely, as a distinguished magician, of course Esther looked down on these hillbillies in the mountains, dirt buns.

"Easter, watch your words!" shouted the female archer, who had not spoken, and Easter immediately turned his head and fell silent. Obviously, this female archer was the leader of the group.

Lier silently picked up a handful of bitter chrysanthemums and threw them into the fire, and with the smell of bitter chrysanthemums, the blood-spotted mosquitoes would not bother them again.

The adventurer had eaten and drunk enough, had enough of fighting, and leaned against the fire to sleep, Lear took out a piece of peach wood and carefully carved it, the peach wood double puppet was very finely carved, and the aura was still injected into the ingenious composition of the rune, and the peach charm was useless if it was a slight mistake.

But now with Old Dwarf Buck's Black Iron Short Knife, carving peach talismans is much easier.

Pieces of wood fell, and in a moment a small puppet appeared under his hands, lifelike, with a faint resemblance to Lear himself.

Lear sighed to himself, the more similar the stand-in to the owner, the greater the effect. He slowly repaired the details, and at the same time, through the tip of the knife, a wisp of aura seeped into the peach puppet, and the peach puppet became more and more agile.

"What a beautiful statue!" a crisp voice suddenly sounded next to him, and Lear was startled, but looked up to see the female archer looking at him with a smirk.

Lear turned his head to see that several of the adventurers had fallen asleep, and even the goblins had fallen into his little tent at some point.

"Oh, you mean this little doll......" Lear smiled innocently, although he didn't have to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but Lear still used an honest image to protect himself.

He had a good impression of the female archer, and repeatedly relieved him during the day, especially when the magician mocked him.

"Well, what a beautiful villain, this carving is you, it seems......" The female archer played with it.

"Or, I'll carve a ...... for you," Lear's heart moved, and he took out another piece of peachwood.

A blush appeared on Ace's face and said, "Okay, thank you." ”

The black iron dagger in Lear's hand spun rapidly, and in a moment the image of a female archer with a longbow on her shoulder and flying light armor appeared in his hand. Even the eyebrows and eyes are seven or eight points similar.

Finally, a breath of aura was injected, and a small puppet was engraved in a very secret place, and a small puppet was completed, and Ace snatched it up, and looked at it in surprise: "Is this me? Like, Richard, are you interested in developing in the Kingdom of Sardinia, this carving alone can make you a lot of money, even the works of some master carvers are not necessarily more aura than your works!"

Lear's sculpture does have an aura, but it is not the aura that Ace said, but with the presence of this aura, it makes the whole puppet seem to come to life.

Lear shook his head and said, "Lord Ace, if you could put a drop of your own blood on the statue, it would appear more aura! ”

With blood as the guide, the puppet can really communicate with the owner and become a real stand-in peach puppet, bearing some damage instead of the owner. But he didn't want anyone else to know, so he made up an excuse.

Ace shook her head in disbelief, she thought it was just a gimmick played by the little hunter, but looking at Lear's expectant gaze, she still cut her fingertips and squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it onto the puppet.

In an instant, Ace's eyes widened in surprise, and the blood droplets disappeared on the puppet's head in a blink of an eye as if entering a sponge, but the puppet seemed to have a mysterious spiritual connection with herself at this moment, and the puppet's eyes and eyebrows seemed to be more agile!

"Ah......h

"Your Excellency Ace, please keep this puppet close to you. Lear smiled.

There was nothing to say all night, but the next day Ace got up, and looked at Lear's gaze a little strangely, she faintly felt that this little hunter was not as simple as it looked.

And Lear secretly regretted that he had made a stand-in for Ace on impulse, and if he was seen by someone with a heart, he might discover some of his secrets, which was definitely different from the mystical magic of this world, and the foundation of his own life.

I'll never be a stand-in puppet for anyone else again!" he said to himself.

Today we have reached the edge of the real Black Mountain Forest, and if you go inside, you will encounter some magical beasts, I hope you are lucky! Lear stretched out at the rising sun.