novellk Chapter 1699 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 91] The Compiler is a Good Civilization
Chapter 1699 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 91] The Compiler is a Good Civilization
Chapter 1699 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 91] The Compiler is a Good Civilization
It turns out that people who love to eat are often also good at cooking, and Ai Bo is the best example.
Feng Ying has tasted the rarest ingredients and most delicious dishes over the years as a hunter, but she still thinks that the steaks baked by Ai Bo in the simple small oven in the camp are the most delicious.
He ate a lot of barbecue, then fell asleep without even brushing his teeth.
Indigestion? Sorry, Hunter doesn't recognize this word.
I sleep for more than ten hours, eat a big barbecue after waking up, and finally wash my face. That’s the rest.
Feng Ying felt that she was in such good condition that she could kill a Tyrannosaurus Rex with her bare hands!
Ai Bo has already prepared for her a series of auxiliary props, including route plans, maps, hunting gear, dry food and water, even filter breathing masks, flares, torches to dispel miasma, etc.
All you need to do is check your armor and weapons yourself, and then you'll be ready.
"It feels so good." Feng Ying patted her bulging belly and shook her head with emotion.
From food, clothing, shelter and transportation to accepting missions, to collecting intelligence and formulating tactics, this kind of wonderful life where someone prepares everything for you and you only have to think about "hunting" is really nostalgic.
Many hunters who returned to the Old World expressed their discomfort, mainly because they had to leave their editor partners who had taken good care of them.
It took her a long time to adapt and get used to living alone again.
Of course, some guys choose to solve this problem in another way, such as Gene and Aiden.
These two guys married their editor partner.
"What are you thinking about?" Noticing Feng Ying's somewhat angry expression, Ai Bo couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing, hiccup—"
After burping in a very inelegant manner and changing the subject, Feng Ying carefully checked her equipment.
This is the only step she would never ask anyone to help her do. This is true for all hunters, even those traditional fighting hunters who are not willing to use any hunting tools, will never ignore this matter.
This is a lesson learned from countless tragedies.
The dark blue blade of the sword had already gleamed with a cold light, but she still took out the whetstone and carefully polished the axe blade on the edge of the sword and shield.
Amid the "clang clang" sound of friction, the friction between the sharp blade and the whetstone produced a large amount of sparks.
Great Dragon Slashing Blade, this is the name of the weapon she used in this mission.
It is made of the best of the best and highest quality dragon-slaying materials, and even a small amount of ancient dragon materials are added as reinforcement during the forging process, making this shield axe reach a level close to the ceiling in terms of sharpness, destructive power, sturdiness and attribute strength.
It is also the fire-attribute shield axe that she uses most easily.
She knew very well what the weakness of the Mist Corpse Dragon was. It was nothing more than the dragon attributes that were generally effective against ancient dragons, and high-temperature flames.
If the purpose was to kill that guy, she would naturally choose the silver-engraved axe, which has top performance in all aspects and also has dragon attributes.
But the purpose this time is to investigate, so the Great Dragon Slashing Blade that can swing out high-temperature flames is perfect for the job. Not only for combat, but also for dispelling fog and miasma with a few swings in the air.
The armor is still [Dragon Pattern].
There were some things that Anshil didn't say explicitly, but she knew them well.
If the worst situation occurs where the protective stone and mask are of no use, and the Mist Corpse Dragon attacks crazily, making it difficult to retreat, then she will really have to rely on the ability of the [Dragon Mark] to absorb life and restore herself, and force her way out, just like she joked at the time.
"Okay, that's almost it."
After checking the mechanical structure of the shield axe in her hand for the last time to ensure it was in good condition, Feng Ying put away the Great Dragon-Slaying Blade, put it behind her back, and stood up.
"Then I'll leave it to you." Ai Bo had a smile on his face.
Although she couldn't help but worry, she wouldn't say discouraging words at this time.
"gone."
Feng Ying blew a whistle, calling the acid pterosaur hovering in the air, and flew towards the large island shrouded in fog in the distance.
After driving away the Brute Jaw Dragon, Fu Fu Yu Pa was taken to the camp of the enthusiastic Qimian tribe.
The big leader who was hiding nearby and watching the show was also pulled out by these clever little guys and escorted in front of Fu Fu. He looked restless and ready to beat the big guy as long as Fu Fu gave the order.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault. We didn't want to let you play freely." Facing Fu Fu's resentful look, the commander-in-chief laughed dryly and raised his hands in surrender.
He now realized that he had misunderstood before.
These two little guys really couldn't do anything to that Barbarian Jaw Dragon. They weren't pretending to lure the enemy when they were chased around by the Barbarian Jaw Dragon before, they were really running for their lives.
Unlike those elite hunters in the sixth group who were titled “newcomers” but were actually at least three stars, these two little guys were rookies in the literal sense of the word.
From this perspective, my previous behavior of hiding aside and watching the show seemed a bit excessive.
Looking at the captain scratching his head and grinning foolishly, Fu Fu really wanted to ask her brothers to help beat up this muscular old man.
Of course, that's just thought, not to mention concerns like interpersonal relationships and respecting the elderly.
According to the rumors he had heard before, such as "fighting the golden lion with bare hands" and "once hanging Bai Feng up to beat him", his brothers from the Qimian tribe might not be able to defeat this old Deng.
He calmed the restless Qimian tribe with words, indicating that the old man in front of him was not an enemy.
The strange-faced people then put down their weapons and surrounded Fu Fu.
Fu Fu was a little worried at first, thinking that the few words of New World Orc language she had learned from her mother before setting out would not be enough to communicate with her brothers. Later, she found that many of these strange-faced people could understand some common languages.
Especially the one with a relatively complex mask, suspected to be the leader of this tribe, the strange-faced tribe, who can even communicate in a common language.
Facing Fu Fu's sincere thanks, the leader of the strange-faced tribe patted his bare chest.
"You are wearing a mask made by the king himself. You are one of us. No need to be polite."
I remembered what my mother said, "If you want to integrate into the big family of the strange-faced people, you must be sincere." So I simply sat down on the ground, picked up my bag, and poured out everything inside.
"These are small gifts, share them among yourselves!"
The strange-faced people surrounding her were not polite either, and started fighting for the thing.
Those who got the recovery medicine were very happy, and those who got the flash bomb were even more excited. It was obvious that they all knew what these items did.
As for those who didn't grab anything, they looked very depressed. They squatted on the ground with their heads down, looking pitiful.
Fu Fu saw it and said quickly: "I was in a hurry to go out this time, so I don't have much stuff. I will bring more in a few days!"
After hearing this, the little ones who were slow to act jumped up happily and performed a strange dance around her.
Surrounded by the chattering and dancing Qimian tribe, Fufu did not find it noisy, and raised her voice to continue communicating with the leader:
"Excuse me, do you know where the King of the Strange Faces is? I'm looking for him. My mother asked me to bring him a lot of things, so I have to find a way to deliver them to him."
The leader of the Qimian tribe tilted his head and said, "The king just left here twenty sunsets ago. He may have gone to the Grand Canyon, or he may have gone further north.
We will leave a message for you, and it may see it. "
"Ok."
Fu Fu was helpless. It seemed that her uncle was homeless and elusive, so she could only rely on luck to meet him.
But my luck is not that good.
(End of this chapter)