The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 7 The oldest human "fire" project
In a peaceful and comfortable ideal country, in the dense and towering jungle like a primeval jungle, a wild beast rampaged wantonly, destroying the static beauty.

Those trees that have become extraordinarily thick and strong under the nourishment of magic power are useless under its trampling. This is a creature similar to a cheetah. Except for its size that is particularly conspicuous in the forest because of its size, it is not the same as ordinary big ones. Cats don't make any difference.

But even so, it is enough to dominate this area with its terrifyingly muscular body and an explanation figure that is almost comparable to that of an ordinary sub-dragon.

But the ferocious wounds on its body that were slowly bleeding blood clearly showed that this monster was running at the limit speed at this moment not for predation but for escape.

An even more terrifying predator is approaching behind it.

It was a biped that had just broken into the area, and it had never seen such a ferocious predator killing just for the sake of killing.

''Got you. ''
Maybe it was out of fear, or maybe it was just because the exhaustion of physical strength finally made the 'overlord' reach its limit. At this moment, the cheetah stopped slowly, and let out a low growl full of warning from the depths of its throat, but Coupled with the tragic situation of being seriously injured at this time, it will only make people feel that this is the last struggle of the trapped beast.

A lazy smile appeared on Menechel's face. He half-closed his eyes and glanced indifferently at the monster that was facing him baring his teeth. He slowly pulled out the knight sword from his waist, and pointed the tip of the sword at the sword in front of him. Warcraft.

He lightly picked up the tip of the sword, and even the low-intelligence monster clearly saw the provocation and disdain of the "biped beast" in front of him.

The pain of the wound and the stimulation of the bloody smell made the eyes of the monster bloodshot. It let out a final roar and rushed towards the biped beast in front of it.

Faced with such a situation, Menechel stretched out a hand and held the monster's head down. Before the cheetah could struggle, he pushed it down to the ground with force, while holding the sword with his other idle hand. Pick up, raise the knife and drop the warcraft has been decapitated.

''It's bloody. ''
Menechel unhurriedly let go of the monster's head. He fumbled for a small wooden blade from his body, and under the magic power, he divided the monster's chest and abdomen piece by piece.

The ingredients for today's dinner are almost ready.

Menechel weighed the palm-sized piece of meat. Of course, he couldn't just eat such a small amount. For this reason, he even killed a few more so-called "overlords" nearby.

With the growth of the body, the help provided by these monsters is getting smaller and smaller, and even the meat quality in other places except the core part of the monster does not provide any help.

In order to make full use of the "body strengthening" twice a day, Menechel had to kill a few more monsters to replenish his physical strength during the regular hunting process every day.

Treating eating as part of exercising his body is why he gets better every day.

To set up the wooden frame before the sun sets, Menechel does not have the convenient ability to light a fire at will like Mr. Merlin, so he has to adopt the most primitive method, using a "lighter" - he has kept a fire in captivity Warcraft.

Since the current "lighter" has just been bought, the little thing is still a little emotional, but after Minechel unloaded the opponent's leg, today the little earth dragon has become more obedient.

Staring at the simple grill in front of him, Menechel carefully maintained the blade.Even making dinner is not the time to relax – the light of the fire and the smell of meat can sometimes draw uninvited guests over.

Sure enough, before Menechel could sit still, a few faint rustling sounds came as expected, his hand holding the sword was quietly clenched, while the other hand continued to clean the blood on the blade very naturally, silently Awaiting the attack of lurkers.

"Hey hey!"

This was obviously not Menechel's own voice, his "little lighter" called out impatiently first.

The black shadows moved, and the flames flickered.The lurkers approached almost instantly.

The unexpected speed made Menechel even have no time to adjust the direction of his body. From the corner of his eyes, he saw three cold lights grabbing towards his head.

There was only time to block it with the blade, but the too hasty defense made Minechel have no time to use force and was pushed out. Almost out of instinct, Minechel rolled a few times on the ground with his strength, trying to dissipate his strength. At the same time, he also turned over and picked up the three-legged little sub-dragon in front of him.

The attacker let out a low whimper, and the little sub-dragon in Menechel's arms also let out a low howl of "嗐嗐".

It seems that the "parents" have arrived.

This is a common thing, and similar things often happened to the previous "lighters", so much so that Menechel learned how to deal with it.

As if it was a mouse-thrower, the adult sub-dragon did not attack Menechel again. On the dry haystack, its feet rubbed against the ground, and its red eyes stared at the young sub-dragon in Minechel's hand. cub.

Menechel showed a pensive look, and he decisively threw the "lighter" out when the opponent attacked for the second time. The attacker immediately stopped the attacking posture, and the claws that came from the raid turned into Hug, stopped the little dragon.

But the battle was over after only a moment of hesitation. In the flickering of the sword light, the rapier with magic power slashed down, drawing a line of blood, and the attacker was divided from shoulder to abdomen together with the child in its arms. into two halves.

Today's maintenance was done for nothing.

Menechel glanced at his knight sword regretfully, the scorching dragon blood on it seemed to be corroding the blade, making the already old sword even more unbearable.Randomly picking up hay on the ground to suck the dragon's blood from the blade, Menechel approached the two dragons again.

The assailant was an adult sub-dragon that was about the height of a human being. Visually, it should be the father or mother of the little sub-dragon. The sub-dragon's claws were cut off. Although the cub was held in its arms all the time, it still did not escape death. .

The magic power reserve of "overnight meat" will be much less, and I can only reward myself tonight, so as not to regret the top-level material delivered to my door.

Except for a small part of the dragon meat, Menechel still brought the part of the sub-dragon back to the camp that was convenient to carry. The nearby monsters became more and more difficult to catch. Perhaps these "inferior meat" could be used as bait for hunting.

But soon Minechel paused. Due to the brief confrontation just now, the bonfire had been extinguished. Judging from the current situation—Minechel may no longer be able to start a fire independently.

After trying to make a fire by drilling wood to no avail, Menechel fell into deep thought as he looked at the cheetah meat that was placed on the fire before, and now he didn't know whether it was half-cooked or not at all.

Now the "lighter" is dead, and even the tool dragon for "testing poison" is gone.

Throwing the piece of meat and the Yaron's corpse together in disgust, Menechel turned and left the temporary camp.

He was going to the end of the forest one more time.

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(End of this chapter)