This is a valley. In the middle of the valley is the Gobi Desert, which is about the size of two or three football fields. There is no grass growing on it, only large and small stones, and Mo Lan is standing in front of the entrance of the valley at this moment.
Looking at the terrain of the valley, Mo Lan turned around and walked back to the river, using his dagger to cut off piles of dry reeds, weeds, and shrubs.
Carrying the reeds and weeds, we walked to the middle of the valley, first built a simple frame with wooden sticks, and covered it with reed leaves to make a simple thatched shed.
After the straw shed is set up, a gap of about two meters is left around it, and the two meters away are filled with reeds, weeds and shrubs.
Like an ant moving, Mo Lan worked tirelessly, cutting off shrubs and reeds bit by bit, and stacking them in the valley, like building a fence, surrounding them in a circle.
After completing the circle, move it two meters away, and then surround it with a circle of weeds and shrubs two meters away.
It was getting dark, and the grass fence was surrounded four times, forming a large circle with a diameter of 20 meters in the center of the valley.
Mo Lan didn't stop when he arrived, but carefully checked outside the large circle, collected all the combustibles and combustibles within a radius of 100 meters, and piled them next to the outermost initialed wall.
After everything was over, Mo Lan took out the three and a half cans of dark oil. There was not a single can left. He sprinkled it in a circle and sprinkled it on the fourth and third grass walls, leaving a little in the end.
Pour directly from the fourth layer of grass wall to the edge of the innermost grass shed, and draw a line with oil.
Mo Lan glanced back, made sure there was nothing wrong, climbed over the grass wall, went directly to the innermost part, started a fire with the flint he bought, lit a torch and stuck it next to it, then entered the grass shed and lay down to rest.
The wild valley was silent, and Mo Lan's breathing gradually became longer, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.
Not long after, a dark figure appeared outside the grass wall, sniffing lightly with its nose, and the air was filled with a pungent smell, but the shadow didn't pay attention, exerting force on its limbs, and gently climbed up the grass wall.
The black shadow fell on the reeds, making only a faint sound, which was difficult to detect even in the quiet night.
After crossing one layer of grass walls after another, it didn't take long to arrive outside the simple hut. The meat pad absorbed all the sounds, allowing it to enter the hut silently. Its cold eyes stared at the seemingly unkillable human in front of it.
Bang!
There was a sound outside, like something falling to the ground.
The leopard in the hay shed didn't pay attention. It raised its front legs and lowered its gleaming claws towards Mo Lan's neck.
But at this moment, Mo Lan suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at the leopard.
The frightened leopard exerted its front paws and almost cut off Mo Lan's neck. He kicked off his legs and rushed out of the hut. But just as he was about to leave, he was forced back by waves of heat.
"Hoo ho ho!"
The flames burned, illuminating the entire valley like daylight, and the intense heat wave caused the air to begin to distort.
Flames three to four meters high instantly rose from the fourth-story grass wall and quickly spread inward.
The nervous leopard stretched out its claws, leaving four deep marks on the stone beneath its feet. Its narrow vertical pupils reflected the blazing fire and its primitive fear.
Beasts, no matter how strong they are, as long as they have not become intelligent creatures, they must have the most primitive fear of fire. This primitive fear is deeply ingrained in the genetic chain of their ancestors from generation to generation, without exception.
Mo Lan turned into a soul and floated in the air, watching the leopard roaring continuously and trying to escape outside, but was forced back by the blazing flames every time.
After a few times, the leopard lowered its limbs and let out low roars. Green light flashed, and a tiny curved blade formed between its fangs.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
"Wind Blade!"
Mo Lan shouted in surprise, he had already used his magic, and as expected, this leopard had already reached the extraordinary realm.
Under Mo Lan's gaze, the green wind blade rapidly expanded and turned directly into a green wind blade over one meter long, which was carried by the strong wind and struck the grass wall.
boom!
The grass wall was split open in an instant, leaving a slender scratch on the ground. But before the leopard could rush out, the more powerful flames directly engulfed the narrow road. Under the strong wind, the fire was much bigger than before.
Two points.
After spitting out the wind blade, the leopard became a little sluggish, and the divine light in his eyes was much weaker.
"Pfft."
Mo Lan couldn't help but laugh out loud and clicked on resurrection, but this time it was not directly revived, but a page popped up.
"Tip: Death at level one or above will deduct 50% of the experience required for upgrading at this level. When the first lack of experience at this level is deducted, the experience value will be deducted to zero at the current level. The chance of relegation is only once per level.
If there is no chance of relegation and there is insufficient experience, the experience points of the previous level will be used instead. Until all deductions are made, the experience points will be deducted and the player will be downgraded, but the added attribute points will remain unchanged. After resurrection, the player will be in a weak state and can use his strength to match the experience points.
Level, weakness time until the experience points are deducted and replenished.
No more reminders/confirmations of resurrection.”
Mo Lan didn't want to waste time, so he directly clicked to confirm the resurrection, the experience points were deducted, and then the whole person appeared in the hay shed.
At this time, the flames had spread to the first layer of grass wall. As soon as Mo Lan came back to life, he felt waves of heat hitting his face, which made his skin dry and dehydrated rapidly, and the smoke in the air made him cough repeatedly.
"Cough cough, cough cough, die!"
Mo Lan gritted his teeth and rushed towards the sluggish leopard with a dagger in his hand.
However, although the leopard was a little sluggish, it still easily dodged and left three deep wounds on Mo Lan's body with its claws.
But the already familiar pain only made Mo Lan grin and continue to pounce towards the leopard.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The flames roared, and the area around the straw shed was the only fire-free area, but it was like a steel-making furnace. Every inch of space was filled with blazing heat. Whether it was the leopard or Mo Lan's hair and clothes, they had begun to curl and burn.
stand up.
In addition, the straw shed also had an open flame under the high temperature.
There is less and less space to dodge and move.
Poof!
Mo Lan's throat was slit, blood spurted out and fell to the ground with a gurgling sound, and was evaporated in an instant.
Mo Lan clicked on Resurrection and instantly appeared on the spot, but a message popped up on the properties panel.
lv1:0/200 (weak state: lv0:0/100)
The clothes on the resurrected Mo Lan had been burned to ashes, except for a pair of boxer briefs that showed no sign of being ignited in the fire.
In addition, open flames have begun to appear on both Mo Lan and Leopard.
"ah!"
The intense burning sensation made Mo Lan look ferocious, and he grabbed the hot dagger and rushed towards the leopard again.
"thump!"
Immersed in fear and pain, Leopard was unprepared and was knocked down to the ground by Mo Lan for the first time.
"roar!"
The leopard roared, and Mo Lan's face was filled with pain, and he stabbed the hot dagger directly into the leopard's mouth, causing a stir.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Cough cough cough."
A line of white smoke rose up and submerged into Mo Lan's body, which made him relax all over. He gasped for air, but was choked by the thick smoke and coughed repeatedly.
The flames were blazing, and Mo Lan felt that the water in his body was evaporating rapidly, and soon he fell on the leopard, losing his breath.
