Chasing the screams for help, a behemoth figure flashed out from the depths of the dense forest. He had two long, sharp horns on top of his head, and two stiff, round hooves under his feet where they should have been soles, snarling and staggering towards me.

It was clear that this was a minotaur, one of the strongest and most heroic intelligent races on the continent of Farvi. In fact, many people have expressed doubts about their concept of a "smart race", because until now, the minotaurs on the mainland have lived in small and scattered groups in the form of very primitive tribal clans, and their impulsive and irascible personality is more like a monster than a "smart race". The only qualities they have to do with "intelligence" are extraordinarily strong self-esteem and pride, which are often the main reasons for their stupidity.

Even among the most powerful races, the guy who is approaching me is one of the tallest and strongest. I can't estimate exactly how tall he is, but the top of my head can only reach his chest at best. On his **** upper body and rugged face, he was tattooed with black and red patterns. These patterns were squeezed together by the muscles of his whole body, and he looked particularly strong and brave, like a demon that had just crawled out of hell.

Traditionally, a minotaur has a long name, containing his own name, his father's name, the title he has received, the name of the most formidable opponent he has ever defeated, and the name of his clan. For example, if a minotaur is named "Hoder Karen Red-Eyed Highland Tiger Winhorn", it means that this is a minotaur named Hoddle from the Windy Horn tribe, his father's name is Karen and his nickname is Red-Eye, and the most formidable opponent he has ever defeated is a Highland Tiger.

But none of these rules apply to the big guy in front of me. His name was indeed very long, and unimaginably long, and above his head I saw the name mark on his soul that had taken three turns. And that's not all, his name is so magnificent that even the god of war would be ashamed to receive such a title.

"Ancient and unparalleled, earth-shattering, unparalleled in the world, invincible in the world, Yushu Linfeng Xiu, Wai Huizhong, loyal liver, bare courage and righteousness, thin clouds, full belly, economic and brave, the three armies, resourceful, young and young, golden punch, Nanshan colorful tiger kick, North Sea, black scale dragon can go up to the nine heavens, the moon can go down, the five oceans catch turtles, the world is beautiful, the world is beautiful, the first hero, the great hero, the great hero, the great hero, the great grandmaster, the cow is angry, the sweat cow is full of strength, the small test of the cow knife is strong, like a cow and a tiger, the back of the ox, the tiger is on the bull plate, the cow is sinking, the wild goose dragon is flying, the cow is a million, the cow is a million", this is his name. I have to admit that as he ran towards me, the lines shook so badly that I probably missed a lot.

And the most eye-shattering thing is that the Minotaur warrior whose name is powerful enough to make the god of war embarrassed is on the run, and it is ...... who is chasing after him

…… A flock of chirping hens?!

The Minotaur wielded a large wooden stake in his hand, thick enough to serve as a pillar for some grand temple. But in the hands of this clumsy master, this huge weapon was no more lethal than a plowshare. The minotaur warriors danced the stakes with all their clumsiness and might, each blow as if it were about to shatter the ground. In fact, most of his attacks did fall to the ground in vain and did not pose much of a substantial threat to the hens chasing him.

Immediately behind our "great heroes, great heroes, great knights, and great grandmasters", those fowls who were really not brutal took turns to fight, pecking at the minotaur again and again with their small short beaks, chasing him and jumping around. With each peck, a blood flower appeared on the big man's body, and a "-2" or "-3" word floated above his head—the amount of his soul weakened.

Originally, as long as you ran with all your might, it was impossible for these hens to catch up. But the minotaur warrior whose name is so long that it can almost be written to the sky doesn't know what is wrong, and he runs very stiff and sluggish, one foot deep and one foot shallow, one step is long and one step is short, and he always seems to be unable to find balance, and sometimes there will be a situation of "crutches" with the same hands and feet. So, after not running far, he will fall into the encirclement of the hens

Whenever surrounded by hens, the Minotaur would stomp on his hooves so hard that it would create a shock wave on the ground, making the birds chasing him unsteady, and he could take the opportunity to break out of the encirclement, pour a vial of soul potion on his head, and continue his journey to death. This is due to two racial traits of the Minotaur: War Trample, which slows the movement speed of nearby creatures by 50%; Natural constitution, which increases the speed of action of the drug by 50%. If it weren't for these, maybe this guy wouldn't have been able to hold on to the present day and become fresh feed for this flock of poultry in the morning.

It is said that the minotaurs are a proud and conceited race, and in this regard, the guy in front of me is also an unusual anomaly. As soon as he saw me standing at the edge of the woods, he was so excited that his eyes were moist, and he quickly spit out his mouth full of chicken feathers, poured a large bottle of soul potion into his neck and ran towards me crookedly, shouting in embarrassment as he ran: "Big brother, help, help, help......"

In this world, race and fighting skills are not the only criteria that determine whether you are strong or not, and in many cases, the strength level of the soul is more indicative of a life force. For example, the soul strength of this group of hens is all level 1, which is basically the level that every air wader who has just entered the Falvi continent can fight.

Through the magic mirror, I saw that the Minotaur warrior Niu Million (his name is too long, according to tradition, it should be acceptable to call him that) is also a first-level soul strength, which means that he is not much stronger than this group of docile fowl. This also proved how weak this seemingly powerful guy is, and it also made me understand more deeply why people always call the act of boasting "bragging".

In the blink of an eye, Niu Million had flashed behind me. With one hand on the stake and the other on my shoulder, he curled up as if he were trying to hide him behind me so that the hens could not find him. However, this is obviously not very feasible, he is so tall, even if he just sits on the ground, he is almost as tall as me, and there is nowhere to hide.

It was a horrible scene, a dozen hens leaping up and flying towards us with their heads and faces covered, their not very sharp claws still scratching at my armor with a tooth-aching "creaking" sound. In an instant, I was engulfed in this chaotic catastrophe, my eyes were full of messy chicken feathers, my ears were full of noisy "gurgling" sounds, and the smell of chicken manure mixed with the smell of rotten grass hit my sense of smell, almost suffocating. I've never been in such a terrible situation, and if I had a choice, I'd rather face a raging lion than an angry hen.

"What's going on? Are you going to open a chicken farm? I grabbed the neck of a hen that was about to break my belt, and asked aloud to the culprit of the commotion—the hapless minotaur was now trying to tear away a fowl that was beating him in the face, leaving several visible blood marks on his wide nose.

"I don't know ......why," he cried out hoarsely, "...... I just accidentally trampled a few nests of eggs! ”

Soon, the hens showed us how lethal they can be. Although each peck only cost me one or two points of health, they could peck and scratch fast enough to put the most skilled warriors to shame, not to mention that it was not just three or five, but a dozen hens that launched this wave of attack at the same time. If it weren't for my armor that helped me fend off most of the attacks, I'm afraid I'd be at the point where I would have to flee for my life by now.

It seems that if I don't help this reckless big guy solve this pile of troubles, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to get out of it. In the confusion, I managed to find the hilt of my sword, and with a wave towards the chaotic flock of chickens in front of me, a fat hen screamed and fell to the ground. A milky ball of light fluttered up in the air and flew towards me, then merged into my body.

This light is its soul. In this world, every life has a soul. If you kill another life, then his soul merges into your soul and becomes a part of your soul. If you absorb enough souls, then your souls will also become stronger, and this process is called "leveling up".

The tragic death of my companion did not affect the remaining hens, who still persisted in pecking at my armor. Their courage is admirable, but this dedication has caused me a lot of trouble. It's no exaggeration to say that I'm risking my life to fight this flock of crazy poultry. And my danger doesn't just come from them......

"Hey, where are you going!" In a single turn, I narrowly dodged the large wooden stick that the minotaur volleyed into the air. There was a big solid hole in the place where I had landed - it wasn't the first time he had stumbled at me.

"Right...... I'm sorry......" Niu Million screamed and apologized to me. It seemed that he was frightened by the frenzied fowl, and hysterically waved the stakes, and smashed them at the hens in a random manner.

“…… It's the first time I've used a brainwave sensor, I can't control my balance, be careful......" he screamed and reminded me, and then struck me head-on.

Brainwave sensors? I don't know what it is, but in my experience, if there's anything I don't understand, it's the Skyscraper's own code. And I don't have the curiosity to delve into this.

I don't know what words to use to describe Niu Million's performance at this time, he is simply challenging the limits of linguists' description of clumsiness. In the face of these birds, which were far from ferocious, this "heroic" warrior pouted his buttocks, straightened his arms, and stiffly and weakly pushed the stakes in his hands forward, as if trying to distance himself from the hens in front of him.

Niu Million's movements are like a writhing struggling - no, not even the, at least they know how to pull their opponents' hair. I had to wonder if he was a Minotaur known for his bravery and aggressiveness, or a tall goblin with a peculiar stature and an avant-garde appearance—an underworld race as famous for its cowardly character as it was for their high level of industrial manufacturing.

Every time he swung the stake, he was pulled unsteady by the strong inertia - in fact, even if he stood there doing nothing, he would inevitably lean forward and backward. His incomparably sluggish movements made it difficult for him to pose a real threat to these clucking opponents, and when he saw a hen and tried to smash it, the flat-haired fowl had already run to the side; And when the stake fell, making a heavy noise, his original goal was already to go around his back and peck his ass.

In the battle group, chickens flew and cows jumped, and there were screams from time to time.

It didn't take long for these powerful mothers who wanted revenge for the egg babies to put me in danger. Even though I've killed seven or eight hens, my health has been reduced to an alarming level. I could feel my life draining away from the wounds, and the desperate despair made me forget the pain, which reduced the level of my injury, but also showed that my health was less than 5%.

I'm going to die! Even though I was still fighting, I was already aware of my fear. The newly acquired freedom and life ended in the hands of a flock of hens, which was unwilling, but it also made me helpless.

Just when I was about to despair, the stake of the ox million could not hold back again, and swept at me. I scrambled down to dodge, but the misfired stake accidentally struck a hen that was about to attack me from behind, sending it far away. It took a long time for its soul to flutter back and melt into the body of me and Niu Million in two.

This inaccurate blow was unexpectedly powerful, and it was a one-hit kill.

Seeing this situation, I had an idea, lay on the ground and shouted, "Don't stop, keep turning!" Two more turns! ”

I don't know if the frightened minotaur could clearly understand my intentions at this point, but he did as I said—I think it was more out of blind obedience in fear—and he spun in circles with the large stake in place. One or two rounds, the stake danced faster and faster, gradually blurring into a thick black shadow, carrying the whistling wind over my head. The vengeful hens tried to rush forward one after another, but they were struck away by this savage whirlwind one by one, and turned into dead souls.

When the last hen was knocked away, a stream of heat flooded my whole body with the power of her soul. The health that had bottomed out was restored, and from within my body, I felt a new power from the depths of my soul. It's not just me, it's Niu Million.

We upgraded.

I hurriedly checked my soul with a mirror, and now I have become a second-level warrior, with strength 13, wisdom 10-2, agility 12-2, health 200/200, and fighting spirit 100/100. Attack and Defense have also been increased by two points each.

Hey, where did that cow million go?

When I turned around, I found this rough fellow lying on all fours, his eyes still spinning involuntarily, and he said in a dreamy voice:

"Dizziness...... It's disgusting...... That's a lot of stars......"

It took a long time for Niu Million to wake up from the spinning fainting. He staggered to his feet and did not forget to thank me.

"Thanks to meeting you, big brother, otherwise I would have died." At this time, Niu Wanwan limped over, rubbing his ass and saying in annoyance, "Oh...... It hurts me to death, I knew I wouldn't have adjusted the tactile level so high, I didn't expect it to hurt so much when I was bitten by a hen. ”

As he spoke, he also took out the mirror and looked at his soul attributes. Looking at it, I suddenly said "huh" in surprise.

In his "Combat Skills" column, the words "Powerful Whirlwind" appeared. The back is marked: Multiplayer melee attack, 50% bonus to attack power, 100% increase in attack speed, knockback effect, one minute stun period after use, and 70 points of fighting energy.

Obviously, this "battle" (if fighting with a group of hens can be considered a "battle") has given this reckless hunk a special fighting technique. As a comrade-in-arms who just escaped death together, I am very happy for his growth. But as soon as I remembered that this skill originated from my inspiration and I didn't get anything, I felt some inexplicable sourness in my heart.

"Where are you from, son of the earth...... I asked. His name sounds really weird," ...... As far as I know, there are no tribes of minotaurs stationed in this area. ”

Listening to my question, Niu Million scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm from the Valley of Solid Hooves." Originally, I just wanted to do a beginner mission to collect herbs, but I didn't know the way back, so I somehow ended up here. Where is this? ”

"This is the city of Campunavia......" I replied casually, and then asked him with some curiosity, "...... Then why don't you look at the map? Follow the map and you should find your way home. ”

"Maps?" Unexpectedly, the minotaur asked me in surprise, "What map?" I've never seen one. ”

"You don't have a map? How is this possible? I pulled my map out of my backpack and showed it to him, "Don't you have this?" ”

"Oh, it's a map...... he snapped his head and exclaimed in remorse, "...... I...... Sold it! ”

"Sold?"

"Yes, I thought it was useless, so I sold it to a merchant for a copper coin......," he said, whispering like a child who had done something wrong.

I was completely speechless. Even among the less intelligent races of the Minotaurs, this big man probably belongs to the group with the lowest intelligence.

"Big brother, I'm a novice, and I'm not familiar with life here, can you take me?" He pleaded with me like this, and his face full of fierce lines squeezed out a pitiful expression, which really looked a little nondescript.

Being called "big brother" by such a "big hero, great hero, great knight, and great grandmaster" who is one and a half tall of me can't help but make me sweat coldly. I hurriedly waved my hand at him:

"You better call me Jeff. I'll take you into the city, buy you a map first......"

As soon as the Magic Map is in the owner's hands, it will immediately show the distance he has traveled. The map of Niu Million was a real eye-opener for me, his birthplace was in the northern highlands, a full sixty days from Campunavia, and the path he had discovered along the way was two demon-destroyed cities, a vast primeval jungle infested with wild beasts, many cemeteries occupied by the undead, and even a dragon's lair. I can't imagine that this first-class daredevil, who made it all the way through these extremely dangerous areas, made it to the city of Campunavia. If he wasn't the greatest traveler I've ever met, he must have been the most blessed and fateful road idiot. I even doubt that he will be able to follow the map all the way to the moon.

Sending him home is a no-brainer. If we really want to do this, I am afraid that we will not be able to leave for a day and be torn to pieces by the beasts of the jungle. In fact, if we really die in the mouth of a beast, it is a heroic fate for a warrior, but considering the comparison of our combat effectiveness with the hens, I think it is more likely that we will be trampled to death by a docile little animal such as a group of rabbits.

"And then? What should I do? Niu Million put the map back in his backpack and continued to ask me.

"What should I do?" I was stunned, not knowing how to answer his question. Niu Million didn't know that before I met him, I was also troubled by this seemingly simple but confusing question.

It's ironic that I don't even know what I'm supposed to do, and now I'm trying to tell others what to do. And life is often like this, although people are confused because they can't find their own goals, but as a bystander, they can always give the right advice on other people's problems.

"We ...... You can find some work to do first...... I said to him with a little hesitation, "...... I know there are some jobs we can do together. ”

No one knows better than me where to start in the city of Campunavia. I took the cow million to the city gate, in front of the gate guard Jefflitz Kidd.

“Cosplay!” Seeing the appearance of the guards at the city gate, Niu Million exclaimed unexpectedly, "You are really imitating!" If you stand still here, I'm going to be wrong. ”

I don't fully understand what he said, and I don't want to talk about it too much. After confirming that Niu Million had accepted the commission to hunt wild dogs, we walked out of the city gate quickly.