Sherlock used breaststroke when he swam in the river when he was a child. Although he hasn't been in the water for so many years, he still hasn't forgotten the feeling.
As soon as he entered the water, he regained the ability to swim. Coupled with the streamlined body in the blue frog form and the oxygen filtered by the skin, his movements in the water were not hindered at all.
After confirming that it was safe, he began to return to his nature of eating melons. It was quite interesting to watch the mosquitoes diving underwater.
I don’t know what the grudge is, but after more than ten minutes, this large group of mosquito bats still refused to give up and kept hovering above the river.
Just when he was about to swim directly to the other side, a figure slowly sank from above him.
It wasn't the corpse of a mosquito, but a young girl in blue, who looked like she had fallen into a coma due to insufficient oxygen supply.
Of course that's what they say, but the player is actually awake, it's just a black screen and the inability to control the body.
At most, the health points will continue to drop due to continued lack of oxygen, and then die and log off.
To save or not to save, this is a question. The key lies in interests. If the other party is sober, he can still discuss a round of transactions and then decide whether to save or not. In the current situation, he can only go and take a look before talking.
"Today was really weird." When he swam over and saw the other party, surprise was written on his face.
That young face was no stranger to him, it was the bard who he had shot with his storm shuriken near the tree camp before.
Today, he encountered all kinds of small-probability incidents.
Since he was a half-acquaintance, Sherlock easily saved him.
It's a pity that in the game, just adding blood can make a person remain immortal. Otherwise, in the novel, at this time, it would have been a mouth-to-mouth fight, and then at least there would have been a trick of not marrying the king.
But this person must be a minor. If he kissed someone forcefully, he would probably be held criminally responsible, even if he was punished by the system. Fortunately, just holding the other person's arm like this doesn't count as intimate contact.
Just when he was thinking blindly, the group of mosquito bats finally gave up when they saw that the target had not appeared, and roared unwillingly and flew back into the forest.
"Finally let's go." After staying in the water for another three or four minutes, Sherlock pulled the troubadour up, swam up, and climbed onto the shore.
Almost as soon as she breathed oxygen, the girl woke up from her coma.
When I saw the druid next to me, I didn't yell. I silently looked at the player log to figure out what happened.
"Druid, thank you very much this time. By the way, please add me as a friend."
The shape of Sherlock's blue frog was so recognizable that the girl recognized it at a glance and said with a hint of gratitude.
"Kid, I need a few hundred gold for saving my life, otherwise you can tell me why those mosquitoes are chasing you." He was really curious about the latter.
"It's a life-saving grace, isn't it? Why didn't you talk about the murderous revenge in the morning? And my name is Tian Linger, not a kid." The girl said without flinching.
"Oh, Xiaotian, what do you think about the fact that you attracted such a large number of mosquitoes and implicated me?"
"Uncle, you have a bad character. What else can you say? Look at how others are fine. My name is Tian Linger, not Xiaotian."
"I'm afraid not all the others died on the road." Sherlock guessed with the greatest malice. With such a long distance, he couldn't be the only one involved, and his luck couldn't be so bad.
"Also, I am born in the 90s, okay!" He is also very concerned about his age.
"Haha, it's almost 2118 now. What are the people born in the 1990s who are not uncles? Uncle -"
"Forget it, little Tian Linger, just treat it as evenly matched. I have to leave first. You can do whatever you want."
There was indeed nothing wrong with what he said, but he still couldn't believe that he was already so old. Yesterday, he seemed to be singing about childhood and playing chess with his friends.
Sherlock, who felt inexplicably depressed, didn't want to say anything more, turned around and walked towards the tree camp.
"My name is Tian Linger, not kid Tian Linger." The girl seemed to have an inexplicable obsession with her name, so she followed her and retorted again.
"Okay, okay, little Ling'er, then why are you following me?"
"I also want to go back to the camp of the Centaur, and of course I have to take this road." Tian Linger finally gave up on letting someone pronounce her name correctly, and walked quickly ahead of Sherlock.
"So you're the one following me, okay? Uncle-!"
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After walking for more than an hour, the two finally returned to the campground. After saying goodbye happily, they walked towards different places.
Thanks to the bickering with Tian Linger, Sherlock's frustrated mood finally eased.
When he returned to the tree camp, he naturally handed over the mission first. The mission rewarded him with a certain amount of experience and reputation, and he could also choose a piece of fine armor. He had no equipment that needed to be replaced, so he randomly chose a leather helmet.
"Sherlock, thank you for rescuing my people. Your strength is pretty good. I still have a few tasks here that require your assistance. I wonder if you are willing."
"Of course I do, Elder Harlan." Since there was a mission, there was no reason why he wouldn't take it.
But even with the title of Demon Hunter, it is impossible to receive high-level missions every time.
The mission this time was to clean up the plague rats wandering around the camp. It was pretty good. It wasn’t a mission to deliver letters or run errands before.
Plague rats are small creatures that are attracted to every war. This scavenger is the largest source and spreader of the plague, and it is also something that both warring parties deeply hate.
Although the war has not officially started, the attractive smell emanating from the piles of corpses has already attracted them. If they are not cleaned up now, they will be in big trouble when they are infected with the plague.
Sherlock quite likes this kind of task of spawning monsters. Firstly, he doesn't need to use his brain, and secondly, he still gets experience.
The whereabouts of plague rats are very easy to find. Wherever there has been a battle or where there are corpses, they can be found.
Plague rat: level 17, health 1817, skill fangs, infection.
The attributes of the monsters are not very good, but these social animals usually go out in groups of five or six, creating a chain of hatred.
Also, this kind of monster is not a normal wild monster, so the refresh speed is relatively slow. If you want to refresh enough, you can only find a few more refresh points.
"Lan, your charming voice has been practiced!" Sherlock summoned his natural partner. This guy has been enjoying the experience all the way and has reached level 14. It's time to go out to work, let's start with singing.
"Chi-" After being summoned from the star world, Lan immediately climbed into his love nest, and then a soothing song came from its throat.
