"The grandeur of the human world, coupled with the elves, adults, villains, dwarves, kingdoms of gods, etc. that must and should exist, is it really worthy of being a joint product of the five major countries?
There is only one server, and millions or even hundreds of millions of people are playing the game at the same time. How many story lines must be created, and the story lines influence and collide with each other, and the players' variables..."
The more Mo Lan thought about it, the more amazed he became, but in a flash he put it aside and quickly climbed up the big tree in front of him.
After taking a closer look, he found that this location was much better than he had imagined. He immediately got down from the tree, found a stone to smash, found a flat and sharp piece, and climbed up the tree again, combed the branches, smashed and cut them.
He cut and quickly cleared an area that was barely enough for shelter on a tree branch.
Looking up at the sun that was gradually setting, Mo Lan moved faster and faster, groping around on his body, pulling out some hemp ropes from his clothes and rubbing them together.
After getting ready, I walked east, found a slightly higher slope, found a bush as thick as my thumb, stretched out my hands and brushed it clean, leaving only the bare trunk.
The shrub bent, feeling the force of the rebound, and then removed the dead branches and leaves from the ground next to it, revealing the fine black soil underneath.
Break off a small branch and bend it into the ground to make an arch. Then bend the previously bare shrub and tie it with the prepared hemp rope. In the blink of an eye, a trap is set.
Mo Lan understood that if he really followed what the fourth brother said in the forum, then this world would be extremely real.
Then the usual methods of killing monsters in games will be ineffective in real games, just like this garbage game in reality. Those who can't defeat you will not provoke you or appear in front of you, and those who attack you can always be killed.
your.
In this case, you can only use hunting to kill monsters, so that you can gain enough experience to fill up the experience bar of the ink cartridge as quickly as possible, allowing Mo Lan to get a first glimpse of the secrets.
Coincidentally, this is exactly what Mo Lan, who grew up in a small mountainous area, is good at, and there are no technical problems.
Thinking of this, Mo Lan continued to set up five bird traps in a row, and did not stop until the hemp rope was used up.
Return to the big tree before, sit on the ground, and use sharp stones to start dismembering the skin, meat, bones, and teeth of the hungry wolf and roe deer.
The smell of blood gradually filled the forest, and after a while Mo Lan felt as if there were a pair of eyes around him, as if a beast was watching in the dark.
The skin of the hungry wolf was removed by Mo Lan. It was in tatters and varied in thickness.
Use stones to scrape off the remaining flesh and blood bit by bit, and then hang it on a branch. The breeze blows and the smell of blood continues to spread.
The forest was deathly silent, but Mo Lan seemed not to notice it. His back was casually exposed towards the bushes, like a piece of ham that was constantly emitting fragrance, making the beast ready to move.
On the way back after hanging up the wolf skin, Mo Lan stumbled with his left foot and fell to the ground. The sudden fall made him panic, his face changed drastically, he was in a hurry, and his whole body gave off the signal that I am a weakling.
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call!
At this moment, the wind howled, and a strong green wolf jumped out from the bushes, its snout wide open, and its ferocious fangs pointed directly at the back of Mo Lan's neck.
At this moment, the panicked Mo Lan suddenly clenched his fists, and a curved fang protruded from between his fingers. He waved his fist, and the curved fang was like a sharp dagger and slashed directly towards Qing Lang's soft abdomen.
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Once hit, the green wolf may be scratched, or disemboweled, and may die of serious injuries.
The strength of the hunter lies in his patience and acting skills. Mo Lan's courage and acting skills make people think that he is a rookie.
The relationship between hunter and prey quietly changes in this illusion.
"Die!"
Mo Lan shouted lowly.
Green Wolf dodges and misses.
Mo Lan played gg.
However, Mo Lan is really a coward.
He died in severe pain and was resurrected in the aftertaste of pain. The wolf fang in his hand fell to the ground. Mo Lan simply and simply pounced on the green wolf, clinging to it.
The previous scene happened again. Although this green wolf was much stronger than the previous hungry wolf, it quickly fell into a passive position due to its weak strength.
"As long as I die quickly enough, the prey will never escape my grasp."
Mo Lan seemed to have adapted to some pain, and quickly revived. He skillfully blocked the green wolf's mouth and claws with less lethal parts of his body, then used his fists to punch the green wolf's eyes and throat, and hit the green wolf's soft body with his knees and elbows.
abdomen.
After another death, the familiar white smoke rose up, and then completely disappeared into Mo Lan's body.
lv0:17/100
The next moment, the 17 points of experience in the experience bar disappeared directly and appeared in the ink cartridge instead.
"Seventeen points, beautiful. Now there are twenty-eight points, leaving only a gap of seventy-two."
Mo Lan looked at the green wolf's corpse on the ground, and at the steaming bloody blood that was scattered all over the ground, with some anticipation.
"It will be quick."
What is hidden inside the ink cartridge?
There's no rush, it's quick, it's quick.
Click to revive.
lv0:0/100>lv0:0/100
Looking at the experience bar that had not changed at all, Mo Lan touched his chin proudly.
"As long as I don't have experience points, you can't deduct my experience points. I am indeed a genius."
After feeling good about himself for a few minutes, Mo Lan picked Qing Lang up and put him on his shoulders.
The green wolf was heavy and heavy, but Mo Lan didn't care. He carried it and left the stream and walked away.
He didn't go far when he stopped in an open space, holding broken stones and clumsily breaking down the green wolf's body. He sat next to a bush, his back to the bush, and he was holding the green wolf with both hands.
The smell of blood filled the air, and Mo Lan tried his best to act like a weak chicken with no hunting experience. His whole body, especially the exposed attractive back, and the back of his head exuded an aura, as if he was
Say, I am a weak chicken, I am a weak chicken, I am a weak chicken...
"Tsk, I'm so awesome. I acted so vividly that people could tell at a glance that I was a defenseless weakling. I owe me an Oscar."
Amidst the sighs, danger approaches silently. After all, no beast can resist the tempting back of the head.
The leopard appeared silently, scurrying through the bushes in an instant and appearing behind Mo Lan. It bit down hard and shattered the spine.
Before the leopard could enjoy the meal, Mo Lan had resurrected and pounced directly on the leopard.
However, compared to the green wolf's attack again, the leopard dodged directly and looked at Mo Lan in surprise. The next moment, it turned into a yellow afterimage and disappeared into the forest. The speed was so high that Mo Lan's eyes could not catch it.
"So fast!"
Mo Lan blurted out his surprise without concealing his expression.
"What kind of leopard is this? It's so fast and so steady. I'm clearly acting like a weakling. Has my true strength been leaked?
