Following behind the group, trudging forward through more than an inch of snow, Wednesday asked the Hill brothers, who were walking in front of him, "Hey, Colby, is there a clear division of the strength of the Monsters?"

Colby leaked a mouthful of big white teeth and smiled: "Yes, but no one knows what level the other party is before they fight, so the division of the strength of the demon beast is actually of little significance, only the experienced old demon hunter can judge it from some clues." ”

Said and kindly gestured: "But it will be useful to know, the level of general Warcraft is also divided into seven levels, that is, first, second and third, the weakest of the first level, the strongest of the seventh level, of course, there are also stronger than the seventh level, but no one knows, generally in the first and second areas, most of them are one to three level Warcraft, which is easier to deal with." ”

In the end, he whispered: "But it's winter now, and some demonic beasts are hibernating, but those that don't hibernate are all powerful, especially in such an environment, the combat effectiveness will be very strong." ”

Wednesday nodded vigorously and smiled, "Thank you Colby, thank you." ”

"You're welcome, let's go, be careful along the way," Colby smiled mildly, and finally added with a twist, "even if it's camping." ”

Hearing Colby's instructions, Wednesday's heart moved, and he smiled gratefully, knowing that he meant a lot.

After trekking all the way, for most of the day, except for the following rabbits and pheasants and other animals, they did not encounter any magical beasts along the way. I wanted to see how strong this team was, but Wednesday's plan fell through. Until now, it is unknown what rank they are.

But there's no rush on Wednesday, it's just a swordsman anyway. In such an environment, Malken and his team just want to deal with Wednesday, and there are no good opportunities and solutions. Anyway, Wednesday won't leave them a chance to shoot, let alone give them a chance to hit him.

By about five o'clock in the afternoon, when it was getting dark, Malken looked around and pointed to a hill in front of him, and said, "Let's camp there tonight," and without waiting for the others to speak, he took the lead and ran over there. In such a team, the captain has absolute authority.

Usually you can be elected as a captain. Generally, they are experienced and strong veterans. From choosing the route, choosing the camp and supplies in the park, to choosing the target, it is the captain's business. A good captain doesn't look at anything else, it depends on whether you can take your team members into the mountain. Then take the team out of the mountain. And to be able to gain something.

Otherwise your words. If you don't gain anything or if your team members follow you, you'll only lose your life, so what kind of good captain is that. After a long time, everyone will naturally no longer want to team up with you.

From this point of view. Malcoln is indeed a good captain, although he doesn't know how to do it in terms of character, but he is really good at directing his teammates to find their way along the way, and he says everything well, and at the same time, others have no doubts about his words.

Regardless of the strength of this team, this cohesion is terrifying. Only this kind of cohesive team can survive in such an environment. Otherwise, in the battle, each has a ghost, so how can it be played? Ten lives are not enough to lose.

Follow Malken to the back of the hill that seemed to shelter from the wind, when the little Dandan suddenly crawled out of its arms, quietly tugged at Wednesday's clothes, and pointed to the small hill ahead to signal that there was danger ahead.

Seeing Xiao Dandan's reaction, Wednesday's heart moved, but he followed forward as if nothing had happened, but he quietly pulled Li Sisi a few steps behind, wanting to see how Malken and the others could deal with the danger that might be saved.

A few minutes later, Malcoln first approached the small hill, but at this moment, under the hill, which seemed to be in no danger, a black shadow suddenly burst out from under the calm snow, followed by a series of ground spikes like black blades suddenly came out from under the snow surface, and pierced Malken who was walking in the front.

In the face of this sudden attack, Malken snorted, and held on hard, of course, he could only hold on, and in the face of this magical attack, the swordsmen either dodged or held hard. Now you can't dodge it, and hard support is naturally the most helpless choice.

Of course, the average swordsman, as long as his strength is not too bad, is not enough to be defeated by a single magic.

Malken couldn't dodge, was stabbed directly by the ground thorn, and then flew up like a cloth bag and fell into a snowdrift a few meters away. But he soon got up and shouted, "Don't mess around, second degree, surround him," and as his words fell, a black boar burst out from under the snow and rushed towards Malken with his head down.

Seeing this, Malken shouted and drew his great sword, stood with his feet one after the other, and slashed at the head of the wild boar with the great sword in his hand.

When the wild boar rushed out, Wednesday pulled Li Sisi to stand still, watching Malken's movements to see how he responded.

Originally, I thought that Malcoln should choose to dodge or call for others to help, but I didn't expect him to draw his sword and cut at the wild boar, and with a sword down, the black boar, which looked about the size of a small rhinoceros, silently split in half, and the blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, which looked very disgusting on the white academic surface.

But Malken didn't care, and laughed, "There's something to eat tonight, hehe," he said, putting away his sword, and then dragged half of the boar with one hand towards the small hill.

And on Wednesday at the end of the team, he looked at Malken's relaxed face and the other team members didn't care, and he was a little surprised, because the strength shown by Malken was definitely not a high-level swordsman, but probably a great swordsman, because Wednesday had fought against the great swordsman, so he was more familiar with the fighting power of the great swordsman.

In addition, Melken shouted just now, saying that it was a second-level demonic beast, which was almost equivalent to an intermediate swordsman. But a high-level swordsman obviously can't get rid of an intermediate swordsman in seconds, especially since the impact of this demonic beast's body is a little stronger than that of a swordsman.

That's why Wednesday came to the conclusion that Malcoln turned out to be a great swordsman. Although the Great Swordsman is not a very high master, he is also very remarkable. But such a little master has to risk his life to be a demon hunter to make money, which shows that the pressure of survival in this world is not small.

Indeed, if you just want to survive, the average person has no problem. But if you want to live a better life, live in a big house and find a beautiful woman to drink good wine, then you have to spend money, and you can't do it without money, even in this world where force is supreme.

Seeing the quality of Malcoln, Wednesday rated this team a little higher. With the great swordsman of Malken, the strength of this team will be raised to a higher level, and this is still a situation where I don't know the strength of other people, if other people are also great swordsmen, then the strength of this team is not only powerful, but terrifying.

It's a pity that I couldn't find out the details of the others this time, Wednesday thought with a little regret in his heart, and then quickly followed up and praised: "Mr. David is so powerful, he is actually a strong man at the level of a great swordsman." ”

Hearing Wednesday's words, David grinned and didn't speak, just dragged the two pork fans forward, while Joe Hart smiled lightly, "Of course our boss is amazing." ”

The Hill brothers still grinned and showed their big white teeth and said nothing, but the light mage Nayden Smith and the old pervert Daniel Raphael pouted in unison, looking very disdainful, and obviously disdainful. But neither Malcoln nor Joe Hart was indifferent to the two men, as if they had not seen them at all.

Secretly looking at the reaction of this team, Wednesday himself wondered, could it be that the disdain of Nayden and Dennis was aimed at him on Wednesday?

Indeed, the Great Swordsman is not a strong man, and it would be a bit of an exaggeration to say on Wednesday that Malken is a strong man at the level of the Great Swordsman, but it will not be ridiculed and disdained so much. Could it be that Dennis and Nayden are stronger than Malken?

But Wednesday just saw his doubts in his eyes and put them in his heart, and did not show them, as if nothing had happened, and ran forward to help Malken deal with the two wild boar.

With Zhou Wednesday and Li Sisi, this team of eight people in total, except for Li Sisi, was busy with their own work, and soon prepared the things that should be prepared, the tent windshield wall, the bonfire and the simple earthen wall.

Then everyone began to barbecue around the bonfire, and they were all masters of survival in the wild, and this basic skill was still there. On Wednesday, he unceremoniously cut off a hind leg, dug up another loin, and then skewered it with an iron drill he carried with him, then smeared it with some vegetable oil and began to grill.

When the fat in the meat has been roasted, some of the openings are dissolved, and salt and spices are mixed with his own spices. In this way, the taste came out, especially the seasoning he had matched, and after the barbecue, the aroma of mixed meat wafted out, making Malcoln a little unable to sit still.

"What kind of spice are you?" said Malken, smiling closer to Wednesday, "anything else?"

Wednesday laughed, "I made it myself, there are a lot," he said, taking out the spice jar and handing it to Malken, "It's not worth much, I'll give it to you." ”

Hearing this, Malken happily sat back with the spice jar, sprinkled it according to Wednesday's method, and after seeing the leg meat in his hand also emitting a strong fragrance, he couldn't help but give Wednesday a thumbs up, "Okay, with this harvest, this time it will be worth entering the mountain, haha, I didn't expect the barbecue to be eaten like this." ”

Wednesday laughed in his heart, these people eat barbecue every day, but they can't seem to think of how to make the meat more delicious, as if they eat just to fill their stomachs, not to pursue deliciousness. But when they come across something delicious, they drool. (To be continued......)