I've known for a long time that there are a lot of people in this world. But what I didn't expect was that there were so many people in this world!

Before I left the city, I was ready for a fierce battle. The confrontation with the hen revealed an indisputable fact that our combat effectiveness is far from being called "strong". The thought that we are about to face a pack of vicious dogs that are far more ferocious and violent than hens makes my heart feel a little weak.

But as I stood at the gates and looked out, I realized that my worries were unnecessary.

I don't know when the outside of the city has been overrun by all sorts of adventurers. They were of different races, with different faces, wielding different weapons, but doing much the same thing.

"Cluck...... "Cluck" A few rooster crows came from the foot of the city wall not far ahead, which frightened me with my hands and almost went crazy. I am ashamed to admit it, but I have to admit it: the painful experience of being besieged by those frenzied hens has left a lot of psychological shadows on me, so much so that even when I see the roasted chicken lying there quietly, I have the terrible illusion of countless angry chicken paws fluttering wildly in front of my eyes.

This time, however, the terrible perpetrators have been the devastated side, not by the unlucky ones like us, but by the fearless hens. A stout dwarven warrior wielded a sledgehammer and screamed into the midst of the terrible flock. His diminutive stature was overwhelmed in an instant by the feathers and clucking hens, and for a long time after that, we did not see his figure, except that in the middle of this miserable warband, a huge warhammer was raised and lowered from time to time, and then a bloody flower bloomed.

If it were alone, I bet this brave dwarven warrior would be on the run in less than ten turns. Although he was brave, he was still inferior to the rampaging flocks of fowl. But behind him, a dwarf magician who was even shorter than him gave him strong support. He was dressed in a robe—a robe that was only a "long" robe for him, of course, and one of my sleeves was much longer than the one—and he held a staff about the length of a burning rod in both hands, and he muttered words with a solemn face. Moments later, a blazing fire erupted from his hand, charring a hen with its ass facing him.

Just as I was amazed by their fierce combat prowess, the air around me suddenly fluctuated, and then a dark figure flashed out of the void. She grabbed the neck of a hen with her left hand, and the dagger in her right hand slashed like lightning, and suddenly a bloody arrow shot out of the chicken's neck, and the soul of the hen who had been murdered suddenly turned into a white light and entered the murderer's body.

The slaughter was carried out by a female elf whose dagger and insidious combat skills tell us about her profession: a wanderer, a traveler who walks in the dark, a murderer who chases money and freedom.

"Hey, don't mess around here, this is the spawning spot we occupy." Dealing with the hens, the dwarven warrior yelled at the elven wanderer unfriendly. The dwarf mage followed closely behind his comrade, staring at the wanderer with the same wariness.

In the face of this hostile expulsion, the elven wanderer squinted her eyes and stared at each other proudly, brushed the long lilac hair on both sides of her cheeks with her slender fingers, and said in a noble and elegant tone peculiar to the elves:

"! What the do you occupy? Why do you take it? You call those chickens and they're going to promise you? This point Lao Tzu occupies, how far do you give me! ”

This was the first time I had learned the so-called "elegance of the elves", which was so different from the legendary elven people, and I was impressed. And the scene of the tall and graceful female elf calling herself "Lao Tzu" in a rough and hoarse voice also ruthlessly subverted my fragile worldview. It was as if I heard the sound of my own eyeballs shattering, and I felt that the world that had just become clear suddenly fell apart and was incomprehensible.

Without a word, the two sides of the dispute immediately drew their knives against each other. The dwarven warrior raised his hammer and charged valiantly towards the elven wanderer in front of him. Behind him, the dwarf mage began to chant a mysterious incantation, and a dark blue light soaked in the chilling air flashed in his hand. With one against two, the form seemed to be very unfavorable to the elven wanderer.

But just as the dwarven warrior was about to get closer, the elven wanderer suddenly waved her hand and threw out a handful of shiny and dazzling magic powder.

This flash came so suddenly, whether it was her two opponents or me and Niu Million as bystanders, they were completely defenseless and were flashed. As we all closed our eyes in the bright light, we heard the terrible cries of the dwarven warriors.

When we opened our eyes again, the dwarven warrior was dead on the spot. A shocking streak of blood crossed his throat, spurting viscous plasma. Seeing that the situation was not good, the dwarf mage had already fled with a crawl, shouting in a mess as he fled: "No rookie ladyboy ...... Level 5 is still guarding the chicken spot at the city gate...... Do you have the ability to guard the White Dragon Cave...... Don't run if you have a kind, wait for my tuba to come over, kill until you delete the number......" and so on. It was rare that his two little short legs jumped very fast, and the elf female wanderer chased for a long time, but he didn't catch up.

"It seems ......," Niu Wan suggested to me tremblingly after witnessing such a murder, "...... It's just too dangerous here. Big brother, let's change places. ”

"They...... What's going on? "This death-causing conflict came in such an inexplicable way that I couldn't understand it. However, Niu Million is a natural wader, and has traveled so far, I think he can answer my questions.

"They're ...... Grab the chicken......" Niu Million replied.

"Grab a chicken?" I cried out in disbelief, "Just these hens?" And she killed people? ”

"Shhh......h Looking at the shiny dagger in her hand, Niu Million showed a timidity that did not match his figure and name at all, and pulled me away as he spoke.

We came to a place where the elf could never hear the conversation between us, and Niu Million said to me cautiously:

"Don't provoke that person, the two of us won't be able to beat that shemale. Since he's standing at this spawning spot, let's try our luck elsewhere. ”

Niu Million's attitude made me even more confused. I was only amazed at how this beautiful elf with a manly and rugged voice would be so obsessed with raising his ranks, even to the point of brutally killing others for it. Although I also understand that everyone wants to be stronger, is level everything? Look at the primitive merchants who spend their days in the city selling their wares, for as long as I can remember, they have maintained a first-class or two-level condition, but it seems to me that they live a peaceful and beautiful life, and there is nothing unsatisfying.

But what I know for sure is that this is a dangerous world. Here, the hen can easily kill you; And what's even more terrifying is that some people can kill you without hesitation for a few hens.

"It's too much...... Niu Million curled up and folded his arms, wincing and sneaking a glance at the elven woman, and sighed. He shook his huge bull's head, and the timid expression distorted his majestic face, making him look funny: "...... Human life is not worth as much as a chicken......"

This sentence made me feel very convinced.

……

This is not the only sight to behold, but further afield, adventure-loving and combat-minded waders hunt their prey with extreme fanaticism. Whether it is fragile chickens, ducks, hares, bats, or more powerful lynxes, poisonous snakes, or wild dogs, they cannot escape the fate of being surrounded and annihilated. Almost as soon as they showed their heads, they were targeted by hunters several times their size, and then they were burned, frozen, slashed, axed, hammered, and arrowfired...... And so on and so forth wonderful means ravaged to death. Even their death is not peaceful, often accompanied by frustration complaints such as "let me cut it" and "unlucky, but I didn't rush it".

When I was a gatekeeper, no matter how many people I asked to hunt wild dogs, they were able to complete the mission. I had always thought that there was a very large colony of wild dogs entrenched outside the city, and I feared that this large and ferocious beast would one day break through the gates and bring disaster to the people of the city. But when I saw what I saw, I knew that my worries were unnecessary. Here, the "intelligent races" of humans, elves, dwarves, and so on show a killing frenzy that can put the most ferocious beasts to shame, and it is the real question of why the wild dogs have not been killed until now.

We slowly went deeper into the interior of the woods, and the animals around us gradually changed from the third and fourth level bobcats and wild dogs to the sixth and seventh level "violent wild dogs", "highly poisonous black snakes" and even more powerful beasts, and the number of hunters in the sky gradually decreased.

We carefully bypassed the beasts that were too ferocious for us, and in the process, the cattle reaped a great harvest. He had a profession as a "pharmacist", collecting herbs that grew in the wild woods along the way, and making some potions that could restore a little vitality in the intervals between breaks. What makes me feel a little jealous is that the process of gathering and crafting medicine can actually increase his soul power. When he made the twenty-fifth bottle of Little Life Potion, a bright green light was wrapped around his body, and he was actually upgraded like this.

It made me feel that it is necessary to learn a life skill.

Just as we were struggling to find a suitable prey, a sturdy wild dog suddenly came into view. It was a tan beast, slightly stronger than the average wild dog we had first seen, but with a patchy coat and a few unsightly bald spots, and it didn't look very energetic. Compared to the daunting names of "furious", "angry", "hungry", etc., this wild dog name is somewhat metaphysical, neither powerful nor distinctive: only because it is larger than the other wild dogs, it is called "great wild dog".

Of course, this fifth-level beast is not something that any of us can deal with alone, but the two of us have a good chance of joining forces. Fearing to alarm the beast next to us, Niu Wan and I crept behind it until we came to a relatively open field.

"That's it." I drew my sword, fixed my eyes on the wild dog, and said to Niu Million.

"It's too high, aren't we...... Let's look again and see if there's anything better to deal with? Niu looked at the beast worriedly, and on his seemingly ferocious face, I could not find a trace of "courage".

"Or we can go to the city gate again, and maybe find two lone ones...... Hen? He proposed.

"Don't talk to me about 'hens'!" His suggestion reminded me of the feathers dancing in the sky. I was holding back goosebumps all over my body (why goosebumps?). With my most serious expression, I solemnly rejected his suggestion word by word.

"Then anything else, like a rooster? Chick? Cockerel? He rambled on and on.

"Can't you have anything else in your head but chickens?"

"But there are no other low-level beasts near the gates except chickens...... "he argued with confidence," he argued, "...... I just wanted to go the safer way. ”

I glanced at him disdainfully out of the corner of my eye, his cheeks flushed, and he shrugged his shoulders unnaturally:

"Okay, okay, all when I didn't say anything, everything is up to you! But don't blame me for not saying it......" he hesitated for a moment, then said, "...... My hunch tells me that it's dangerous. ”

Simply formulating my tactics, I drew my sword and shouted, and rushed forward first. My presence immediately attracted the attention of the great wild dog, who leaned forward, grinned wide, showing its snow-white sharp teeth, its eyes fixed on me, and its throat made a low sound. When I was less than five steps away from it, it leapt up and swooped down on my front door.

I was caught off guard by the wild dog's explosive power, and in my haste I could only tilt my body to the left to avoid its claws, while slashing my sword backhand at its back.

After a mistake, my right shoulder was suddenly cold, and then suddenly a hot stream rushed through, and the hot pain was immediately transmitted to my right hand. I knew I was hurting hard, and the blow had taken almost a quarter of my life to it. On my hand, there was only a small blood flower blooming on my head, and the word "-9" floated up.

I didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately took out the life potion that I had prepared and drank it in a big gulp, ready to meet the next wave of attacks from the wild dogs.

This beast is faster than I thought. As soon as I was ready to defend, its white teeth pounced in front of me. I crossed my sword over its mouth and pushed it aside. Unexpectedly, this desperate blow triggered my "blocking" skill, which consumed ten points of my fighting spirit and reduced the vitality of the wild dog by fifteen points. However, my chest did not escape the blow of its claws, and I was wounded again.

Just as the beast was about to strike at me for the third time, a huge weapon wrapped in the wind struck it. It rolled to the side with a scream, only to realize that at some point, there was another tall figure behind him.

Of course, that figure will not be someone else, but my only comrade-in-arms, the exaggerated minotaur warrior Niu Million.

Despite the success of inflicting heavy losses on his opponent, I felt that my comrade was far from ready for battle - his face was a little blue, he looked nervous, the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily, and even his legs seemed to tremble slightly.

Before he could come to his senses, the wild dogs that had been attacked came at him again. He screamed in panic and quickly hid his stout body behind the trunk, but did not pay attention to revealing one of his oxtails. Of course, the big wild dog will not let go of this excellent target, and bites it hard, tearing and chewing.

"Ah......h

He screamed as he danced and spun in circles, two lines of tears that had nothing to do with emotion poured out, fully expressing the pain he couldn't stop at the moment. His movements were wild and twisted, with a surging and primitive passion, and if it weren't for the painful white foam at the corners of his mouth, I would almost have thought he was doing a totemic dance about the culture of the Minotaur people.

As he turned away, I kicked the wild dog to the side, freeing my minotaur friend from the great pain. He immediately crouched on the ground without a warrior's demeanor, rubbing his tail desperately with both hands, and at the same time lamented loudly with a cry:

“…… I finally know what it's like to have a big tail! ”

"What are you doing? Why dodge? I met the wild dog's counterattack again, and asked loudly at Niu Million angrily and funny.

"It's the first time I've fought such a high-level beast......" At this time, although Niu Million had already stood up, the impact of the heavy blow to his tail had obviously not been eliminated. He limped over and justifiably argued, "...... And it's so fierce, it's normal to be nervous. Do you think it's operated with a mouse? No matter what kind of monster it is, it's all over with two clicks? ”

After saying these inexplicable words, he turned his head to look at his injured tail again, and continued to mumble quietly: "Besides, I've never grown this thing, who knew it was still exposed!" ”

After saying that, Niu Million joined the battle group again.

Never long? What do you mean? I glanced at the limb on his body that I didn't have, wasn't that an organ born to the Minotaurs? I thought in amazement, but the next attack of the wild dog left me no time to think about it any longer.

So far, everything has gone the way I expected. Because I am wearing armor, my defense is higher than that of Niu Million, so it is up to me to attract the attention of the wild dog and bear its initial fierce attack; The Minotaur warriors, who were one level higher than me and whose attack power was much greater than mine, waited for the opportunity to launch a surprise attack from behind, inflicting heavy damage on their prey. This also has the advantage of giving the wild dogs no time to dodge, which greatly increases the originally pitifully low hit rate of Niu Million.

That's when the life potion I had just drunk began to work. I could feel my vitality gradually recovering, and the wounds on my body were healing quickly, and the pain was greatly reduced.

The great wild dog, which had lost half of its life, roared uneasily, and it had been besieged by me and Niu Million. Whenever it attacks, the one being attacked defends with all its might, while the other strikes from behind; And when it turns around and changes its target, the one it was defending turns to attack, continuing to weaken its health. Soon, only a thin layer of life trough line was left on the top of the big wild dog's head.

Seeing that we were about to fight our first prey, at this time, the mutation was abrupt.

Originally, for fear of disturbing the nearby beasts, we specially chose a relatively empty glade as the battlefield. Here, even the closest beast to us was thirty paces away, and we didn't have to worry about our hunt attracting other beasts.

But suddenly, I found ourselves surrounded by three level 6 "angry lynxes". They came without warning, and immediately surrounded us in the center. At a quick glance, I could vaguely see that they seemed to appear out of nowhere, and I wondered: could it be that even among the unintelligent wild beasts, there were many "space-waders" who could break free from the shackles of time and space?

These three bobcats have probably just completed a journey through time and space, and they are not yet well adapted to the world we live in. Their presence is not yet very stable, their bodies are still vaguely transparent, they are not completely solidified, and they are not immediately attacking us. This gave us the opportunity to flee for our lives.

"Let's go!" I kicked the big wild dog to the side, grabbed the cow million and ran backwards. My minotaur friend also noticed the crisis, took a regretful look at the dying wild dog, and fled after me. While escaping, I didn't forget to pour a vial of life potion first, filling up my already reduced life force by one-third.

Soon, the disturbed "angry lynx" chased after the big wild dog. I don't know why the bobcats were so angry, but it was clear that they were going to pour out their anger on us. They chased after me so hard that I could feel their murderous breath squirting down my spine.

Less than twenty paces away, I heard Niu Wan cry out in pain. Fearing for his safety, I glanced back at him, and with a slight slight slowing of my feet, I immediately felt a great pain in my back, and then I heard the damp sound of the bobcat's claws tearing through the flesh. I rolled on the spot, holding the long sword and sweeping sideways, but I didn't expect the agility of the lynx to be much more than I expected, and it bounced high in the spot, grazing my sword edge to avoid my counterattack.

At this time, I saw that Niu Million was already in danger.

Probably because of his sheer size, he drew the attention of two bobcats and a wild dog to himself, and was now under siege by three beasts. I saw the life gauge line above his head shrink rapidly, almost halfway down in an instant. If it weren't for the fact that the Minotaur was much stronger than the other intelligent races, his current situation would be even more dangerous. Even so, his current situation will not last long.

At the critical moment, the minotaur used his own life-saving trick. His hooves stomped, splashing a powerful shockwave on the ground, shaking the bobcats and wild dogs to the ground, and he took the opportunity to get out of the trap and staggered towards me. As he fled, he also reached into his rucksack with unusual fluidity, picked up four vials of life potion with five fingers, and poured them all into his mouth with a "crunch", and then frowned and burped loudly, spewing out a pale yellow moisture from his mouth.

"Hey, it's disgusting, this thing smells of swill! Can't those idiot programmers set it to taste Pepsi? While he complained loudly, his life gauge was restored at an astonishing rate.

It didn't take long for my armor to be scratched into a vest by the beasts, and Niu Million's ass had already been bitten open. Although we have prepared a lot of life potions, they can't last long on their own—not to mention the fact that the taste of this thing is really unappreciated, and I suspect that if I continue like this, even if I am not bitten to death by wild beasts, I will be poisoned by these potions.

Just as we were cornered, suddenly, a sharp cold wind grazed my cheeks until it was blocked by the trunk of a tree behind me, leaving a dangerous metallic scent on the tip of my nose. It was an ordinary feathered arrow, the arrow had penetrated deep into the trunk of the tree, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly, making a palpitating aftersound.

Following the direction of the arrows, I saw a tall figure. He held a longbow in his left hand, climbed a branch beside him with his right hand, and rested his right foot on a stone, showing an elegant and calm temperament. The sun poured down behind him, spreading his shadow long on the ground. The breeze ruffled his long hair, revealing a pair of spiky ears that belonged to elves.

"Hey......" the elven man standing alone in the setting sun said to us in a slightly hoarse but magnetic voice, "...... Do you need help? ”