At the same time, in a certain game world, [Philosopher's Stone Valley].
The two teenagers carried torches and groped in the dark cave. Since their uncle Arthur no longer followed, Husky and Hal felt uncertain and walked extra cautiously.
In order to save fuel, the two shared a torch. In order not to get separated, they held hands, with Husky holding the torch for lighting, and Hal holding the dagger for defense.
The area that the light of the torch can illuminate is really limited, and outside this area, there is endless, unfathomable darkness. This darkness makes two orc boys under ten years old tremble with fear---even if they are only in the
In the game world.
"So," in order to ease the tension, the dog-man boy asked in a low voice: "What do you think of this game?"
"Huh?" The leopard man boy following Husky was stunned for a moment: "This game?... Well, it's a very interesting game. It's like being there in person. If you can combine taste and smell,
It would be better to reproduce it too, nya."
"That's not what I want to ask." Husky shook his head: "Hal, do you want to continue playing this kind of game? It always feels like you don't like this game very much, and you are playing with me."
"
"No, it's nothing, meow..." Hal muttered.
"Hal, tell the truth." His friend asked sharply.
"Meow meow..." the leopard boy muttered: "Okay... actually I think... this game is a bit scary meow. It's too real and a bit scary meow."
"Scary?"
"Hmm..." The leopard man boy grabbed his friend's hand and squeezed it tighter: "The monster is very powerful, it makes us seem like we will die at any time, meow. Although I know it is a game, meow, it is so scary.
Even if a monster pounces on you, you will still feel scared."
"So," Husky paused. The road in front of them divided into two forks. Without thinking much, he picked up the small stone beside him and marked one of the forks.
"So, who is scarier than the monster in the game we encountered today or the armored monster we encountered in the castle yesterday?"
"Well, it's all scary, meow..."
"This answer is too cunning." Husky glared at his friend: "Choose a good one."
"Well, then...monsters in reality are indeed scarier, nya."
"Sure enough, woof? Why woof?"
"Because..." Hal's hand holding Husky trembled slightly: "In reality, we will be injured, hurt, bleed, and die."
The dog-man boy fell silent.
"Today at noon in the forest at the bottom of the cliff, when I saw your arm cut off by a monster, I was really scared to death, meow." Hal continued: "Fortunately, this is a game, that's what I was thinking at the time, meow.
.
If that is reality, you will definitely suffer more terrible injuries that may actually make you crippled in the future...and it's because of me. In that case, how can I face you in the future?
..."
The dog-man boy was silent for a while and whispered: "But, I just want to protect..."
"Don't..." Hal interrupted unhappily: "I don't need you to protect Meow. If you get more seriously injured trying to protect me, I will only feel more sorry for Meow. Promise me, in reality,
Among them, don’t do that kind of stupid thing, meow. I only have one friend of the same age as you. If even you die---"
The leopard man boy didn't say anything. The other party's hand was clenched so tightly that it made Hal's hand tingle.
"I'm sorry...I won't do this again." Husky apologized in a low voice.
His verbal promise was completely contrary to the decision he made secretly in his heart. If there is a [next time], he will definitely repeat the same stupid thing and sacrifice his life to save Hal.
(Because you are also my only friend.)
The indifference caused by racial discrimination meant that the dog boy never had the chance to integrate into this human society.
He spent these years in Great Britain in loneliness - he had no friends of the same age to play with him, and he lacked care from his parents. He had had enough of this kind of life. It was not easy to find him.
A friend of the same age made the young dog man feel like he had found a treasure.
This time, he will never let go.
He just doesn't want to grow up alone.
Hu---ha---a sound came from the depths of the cave, interrupting the two teenagers' thoughts.
"The sound of wind...?" Husky stretched out his finger and licked it with his tongue. When he raised his finger high, the slightly cool feeling on his finger told him that the steady and continuous air flow was indeed the wind blowing in from the outside world.
"The road ahead seems to lead to another exit." Husky explained: "Okay, let's dig here. Going forward is no longer going deep into the cave, but the route out of the cave."
."
The first torch still has five minutes of burning time left. Coupled with the time required for mining and return, digging here seems to be the best choice.
The dog-man boy hung the torch in the gap in the cave wall and took out two iron pickaxes from the inventory: "Speaking of which...can you mine?"
Little Hal shook his head: "Anyway, just knock the stone off the wall, right?"
That's right. However, if they dig completely aimlessly, the chance of finding iron ore is actually very small. And they can't waste time.
Husky quickly scanned his inventory, trying to find any supplies that could help.
Only then did he realize that every item on the inventory had a small question mark in the upper corner.
Curiosity drove the dog-man boy to reach out and click on the question mark on one of the props. A new dialog box was opened:
Material: [Thunder Lizard Scale]
The scales of the giant monster that lives in the Philosopher's Stone Valley - [Thunder Lizard]. It is tough and has strong electrical conductivity, and can be used to make armors or weapons. It also has strange strong magnetism, which can be tied to
One end of the stick, floating on the water, can be used as a compass.
It turns out that the items also come with explanations. Husky looked at the few lines of brief explanations in a daze, as if he had thought of something.
Hal here is already hard hitting the wall with a pickaxe. Fortunately, the rock in this mine is quite loose, and a weak young man can knock out the ore with a pickaxe.
Of course, the props that fell all over the floor were all [stones], [stones], and more [stones]. Husky even began to suspect that these things were just natural stones and did not contain any minerals.
The torch only has four minutes left. Think of a more efficient mining method---
A strange thought flashed through Huskey's mind. He selected the item in the inventory without thinking and took out a palm-sized thunder lizard scale: "Hal, slow down your bark first."
The leopard boy looked at the golden lizard scales: "What do you want to do, meow?"
Husky didn't have time to answer, so he just put the scales close to the wall and "scanned" them. He kept the scales two inches away from the wall, and at the same time checked the wall from top to bottom, from left to right, line by line. But in his hand
His scales suddenly felt like they were being pulled, and Husky knew that there must be iron ore here!
"Um, Husky, is that a magnet cat?"
"Yes." Husky drew a big cross on the wall with a stone as a mark: "If you are attracted to it, it means there is iron ore inside."
Although I don’t know how deep the iron ore is or how large the amount is, it’s better than digging blindly, right?
"Hal, you are more agile with your hands and feet, so I'll leave it to you to find the iron ore." Husky handed the scales in his hand to his friend: "I'm in charge of mining."
"But, your arm-----"
Pound!! Husky picked up the iron pickaxe, activated his combat skills, and knocked on the wall with his amazing arm strength!
"What's wrong with my arm?" He knocked down the gravel on the ground and asked nonchalantly. There were at least twenty props on the ground. He knocked hard this time. Bihar had knocked with all his strength before.
The hits are more useful and more props are dropped.
"No...it's nothing, I'll leave this to you, meow." Hal couldn't make any rebuttal. The dog-man boy who could use [Arm Strength Explosion] was responsible for mining, and the efficiency was indeed better.
Of course, this skill is limited to the number of rounds per day, and Husky's combat skill can only be used seven more times.
In order to save his friends the number of times to use skills, Hal checked the wall more carefully. His inspection relied entirely on his own feel, discarding the areas with weak magnetic reactions and only marking the parts with the strongest reactions.
, in theory, you can dig out as much iron ore as possible.
While Hal was marking the location of the mineral deposit, Husky also picked up the pickaxe and launched several combat skills in succession, knocking the wall violently. The props fell on the floor, at least hundreds of them, although most of them were
It's a useless little stone, but there must be a lot of iron ore in it.
However, after activating combat skills continuously in this way, the number of combat skills that Husky can use today is only three times. The dogman boy also took this problem into consideration, so he did not continue to use combat skills to knock on the wall, but used his right hand to knock on the wall.
The strength of the arm is slowly struck, and the remaining three shots [arm strength burst] are warmed down.
"Haha---" Hal also stopped marking, and while helping knock on the wall, he also quickly picked up the props: "Great, there should be enough with this many."
"Let's get some more." Huskey looked at the torch that had about a minute left to burn: "In addition to sending twenty iron ore to the blacksmith, we also need ore to make weapons ourselves. We also need to exchange money.
It’s okay.”
"Of course," Hal said with a smile.
While the two teenagers were still knocking away, and were forgetting themselves with joy, something in the darkness began to slowly get closer.