Chapter 8

Ash lake is not worthy of its name. There is no ash in it. The lake here is clear and calm. Under the noon sun, the distant forests and mountains form a clear reflection in it. Together with the blue sky and white clouds, it forms a beautiful and peaceful picture. This kind of scenery is very rare on earth. As long as it is a place with beautiful scenery, it will not be affected or even destroyed by human beings. If there is no crossbow under his feet, Zhao Mai dares to say that this is the most beautiful lakeside by the forest he has ever seen.

He holds the door in one hand and holds the other hand in the air, indicating that he has no weapon in his hand. His eyes looked around as quickly and carefully as possible, hoping to find out who shot the arrow. Against the way of the arrow, a large clump of dense shrubs half a man's height covered his sight, and the woodland behind it was even more dense and opaque, so he couldn't find anyone.

The other side is either hiding well, or they have changed their position. Zhao Mai called several times in common language, but no one answered him. Although it's safe to get back in the car, what's the difference between being trapped in the Cloud City by the devil?

After waiting for another two minutes, no crossbow came, and no one came out to claim responsibility for the attack. Zhao Mai thought about it, and felt that he was less likely to be attacked again. He might as well have the courage to do what he should do. So he took a deep breath and prayed for blessing from all the gods and Buddhas he knew. Then he walked forward slowly, stepped over the corpse under the wheel and stood on the clean ground.

The pebbles on the lakeside have long been washed smooth and mellow. Only when you step on them can you finally feel a little down-to-earth. Zhao walked around and looked around. After a while, he finally understood what creature the car had killed. There are not many creatures with wings and three heads, especially with three different heads. This is undoubtedly a chimera.

Chimera is not a specific creature, but a general term for a class of creatures. All creatures that are affected by chaos, have magic power, and have more than three kinds of heads and characteristics are called chimera. No two chimeras are the same, and the huge differences make it difficult for them to produce stable offspring. However, the life span of this creature is as long as a thousand years. After not having to worry about reproduction, chimera has only one desire: eating.

Chaotic magic power gives them the ability to spray multiple elements, and sometimes generously gives them the ability to cast simple spells. Different heads can cast different spells. Fire, strong acid, ice and lightning are all possible, which provides great help for predation. Besides wild creatures, the ferocious chimera often attacks villages, so it is often at the top of the list of adventurers to kill. Unlike the color and elements of the dragon clan, what the chaotic chimeras can do has nothing to do with the shape of their heads. It's very difficult for adventurers to cope with, so adventurers are often good meals for chimera.

The chimera at Zhao Mai's feet has the heads of sheep, lion and some kind of bird. It has just captured a wild boar and is ready to eat by the lake. Zhao Mai's taxi just fell behind his neck. It was absolutely solid and brought huge impact. It broke his shoulder and made his whole upper body a pool of mud. It was definitely a quick and painless death, leaving most of the body uninjured.

Look at the dark green scales on chimera's thick thighs, and then look at the wild boar that has been bitten open. Zhao Mai shook his head. It's better to start with his familiar food.

The crossbow is still on the ground, but I can think of eating at this time. Perhaps this is the most powerful gene in the Chinese nation. Food is the people's priority, but every meal in the dish is hard. Zhao Mai knew that there was nothing to eat in his car, except two packs of emergency chocolate bars and a few bottles of mineral water. In addition, the original plan of breakfast dumplings has become a bubble. Of course, he has to find a way to solve the problem of eating and drinking.

If you want to eat pork, you have to cut and wash it. Zhao Mai doesn't have a knife at hand, so he immediately puts his mind on chimera's sharp claws. Because the top of the monster itself had been completely broken, he took chimera's right front paw and began to cut the left front paw. One front leg weighs more than 50 Jin. It's very hard to carry it on the shoulder. It's even more exhausting to hold it in your arms as a saw. Only if the claw tip is light enough can it be used as a weapon.

"If we don't have food or clothing, the enemy will send us to the front; if we don't have guns or guns, the enemy will build for us..." Zhao Mai sang while working, and there was nothing more suitable for his current situation than guerrilla songs.

Although there is no Cao Cao in the alien world, it may be a quirk in every world that what you say will appear. Zhao Mai swore that he never relaxed his vigilance, but he still didn't know how the sharp blade on the back of his head came over.

"No malice, no malice." Zhao Mai slowly released the things in his hand and kept repeating them in his mouth. He didn't panic at all. He knew his judgment was correct. The other side has a long-range weapon. Since they didn't shoot themselves before, they are not ferocious robbers. They can always communicate with each other.

Of course, there are dangers, Zhao Mai knows. If he landed in a big city, he wouldn't risk it. But in the wilderness, the situation is the best now.The other side mumbled a few words, according to the voice can not judge the age, or even gender. Zhao Mai's common language is not good enough to understand him, but he can understand the meaning of the blade tapping on the side of his head. He slowly turned around, finally able to know who "captured" himself.

This is a dry old man with camouflage all over his body. His fishing net like cloak is covered with vegetation. If he lies on the ground, it's a bush. Zhao Mai can often see this kind of old man in the park. Most of them are waving chess or fishing rod. The old man in front of him had a peaceful face, which was no different from the kind old man next door and the second old man, but he was fully armed. In addition to the sword that he held steadily in his hand, three spears and a Heavy Crossbow were on his back, a blowpipe and a row of poison darts were hung on his belt, and daggers were tied to his left and right leather boots.

"I don't speak well." Zhao Mai pointed to his mouth and then added, "no harm." The camouflage old man kept putting the dagger around Zhao Mai's neck, reached out and touched his whole body to make sure there was no hidden weapon, and then put the dagger away. He pointed to the car, then to Zhao Mai, and said in a different tone, "no malice?"

Zhao Mai followed closely. In order to prove that he really has intelligence, he pointed to his chest, "Zhao Mai," he said.

The camouflage old man understood Zhao Mai's meaning, but his tongue was clumsy. He couldn't pronounce the sound of "Zhao". It always sounded like "old". If it's "Lao Zhao", it's no problem, but if it's "Lao Mai", it's not quite right. Zhao Mai thought about it, but also to hide his real name, changed his name to "Mike".

This pronunciation is much easier for the old man camouflage. As soon as he came and went, Zhao Mai knew the old man's name: Carl korosa.

Not only that, he also judged the main ability of the old man: This is a Ranger.