Familiar moves, in addition to the unwilling to use Transfiguration and the passive effect of the Necromancy, Sean's most sure move is the Salted Fish Spike.

The same punch, hit millions of times, can also have the power of breaking mountains and gravel.

The simplest salted fish spurt, after daily diligent practice, a simple stab, whether it is the angle or subsequent changes, has been practiced by Sean with perfection and meticulousness.

Salted fish and salted fish, under a sting, the enemy is a salted fish-like corpse, and no one is spared.

The kobold leader, who is flexing his muscles in front of a group of small kobolds to ensure his leadership, keeps shaking the copper cup in his hand. The prostrate little kobold, constantly knocking his head into the land, is an acknowledgment of the rule of the chief. No one cares about the social structure of kobolds, just as adventurers on the battlefield don't care why the Sartyrs live in one group, and how their leaders tame the other people. Everyone is fighting to improve their level and gain new abilities, and the history, origin, and usefulness of the battlefield are slowly being ignored, experience is everything, and level is king.

Getting carried away is, in a sense, a kind of Buddha, when a person is proud, a slap in the face and disasters often follow. The kobold leader, who was still immersed in the satisfaction of domination, did not notice the cold light coming from behind him. Salted Fish Flash, evolved from Salted Fish Spike, taking advantage of the enemy's negligence to deliver a fatal blow from behind the enemy, which Sean learned from the bounty hunter Gangta, the assassin's sneak attack behind the assassin is often the way to get the most money at the least cost. Sean is constantly learning new things, such as the Gang Assassin sneak attack technique, the boss's Grim Reaper's Gaze, the Bear Child's splattering skills, and mastering the skills of deep communication.

With one blow, the kobold leader's chest was pierced by a long sword, and after the victory, Sean did not let his guard down, and took out the dagger that had hurt him and shot a second combo at the kobold leader's waist. Perfect, Sean watched the kobold leader fall as expected, and stepped forward to retrieve the sword and dagger. The surrounding kobolds were frightened by this scene, and watched the murderer approach the leader's corpse, his fangs bared and withdrawn, ready to flee from this dangerous human.

Looking at the kobold remnants who fled the way, looking at the direction, Sean gave up the urge to chase it, because that was where the witchers were hiding!

Stay where you are, pull out the dagger stuck in your waist, and check it, the kobold leader's waist is considered useless, and it was shattered by the barbs on the dagger, it seems that he can't bring extra surprises to Ivan, and the fried kidney flower is one of the few dishes that Sean can get his hands on.

Skillfully peeling off the skin of the kobold leader and tossing it aside, the skin that can be pierced by an ordinary long sword is not of much value as a material to sell.

Pick out the fangs and pull out the claws of the kobold leader, and the materials that can be sold are collected, which can be used as materials for disposable arrowheads or weapons for disposable poison-stained daggers. Cut off the kobold's tender belly and a thumb-sized loin, which could be a gift to Ivan. Now Ivan won't be clamoring to eat kobold's meat anymore, and he can be quiet for a few days, so don't threaten himself with this.

After doing this, Sean pulled a handful of large banana leaves beside him and wiped the blood on his hands, if not cleaned in time, the kobold's blood would turn into a green and foul-smelling liquid in a short time. The first time Sean cooked the kobold's meat, he didn't wash the blood out of the meat in time, which caused the kobold's sashimi to emit a sour smell.

In less than a cup of tea, the witcher Fred Arnold returned from the direction in which the little kobolds had fled, and judging by his expression, the fish that had been caught in the net had not escaped.

"How? Let's get experience. ”

Looking at the returning Fred Arnold, Sean is also in a good mood, as a senior, he will solve the most difficult danger, and then leave a safe opportunity to train newcomers, which is not many times smarter than what Gang did I don't know how many times, maybe if I improve my strength a little, I can open a commission office, occupy newcomer resources, and earn a lot of gold coins.

"It's not bad, I didn't expect those little men to run so fast, and I almost let go."

"Oh, it seems that you are still careless, you have to go all out, otherwise the receipt will be much lower if you run."

"I have memorized the lessons of my predecessors, the battlefield is really a magical place! I can't think of any other way to increase my strength faster than this kind of experience, it's a magical place. ”

"Haha~ Of course, you must know that this is the world created by the Grand Magister of Rubick!"

"Can you tell me about that? The person who can be recommended by the seniors, I think it is a great person. ”

Looking at the sun that was about to set, Sean realized that the time was about to enter the night, and those terrible monsters were waking up.

Since the kobold leader will place his nest deep in the wilderness, this place should be a relatively safe location. Forget it, let's not go back tonight, and if we're lucky tomorrow, Fred Arnold's experience should be able to increase to half.

Fred Arnold returns from some clean water and dead wood, and Sean sets up a trap to hunt the Gollum so that there is enough food to last a day of hunting tomorrow.

Lighting a bonfire, Sean and Fred Arnold set up a temporary camp next to the largest river on the battlefield, and they don't know how the kobold leader found this feng shui treasure, there is no trace of powerful creatures living around, if it weren't for Sean's arrival, they should have developed into a larger tribe. It's a pity that there are no ifs in the world, and the world is unpredictable. Put the dry food you bought for breakfast next to the fire, and the jerky needs to be roasted softly before you eat it. Sean tells Fred Arnold about the history of the battlefield, especially the Archmage of Rubick, after all, this is also the only legendary hero that Sean has ever had close encounter.

As for the Archmage of Rubick that Sean pushed to follow, Fred Arnold was not cold, and quietly listened to Sean alone tell the glorious deeds of the Archmagister of Rubick.

When Sean talked about other heroes, such as Night Ranger and Windranger, Fred Arnold's mood changed significantly, and he was very submissive to these two heroes. When talking about the ghostly Clinkz, Fred Arnold rejoiced like a child hearing about his idol's deeds. With his unique pace, Clinkz is a kill with every shot, and no one knows where he came from, the only thing that can be known is that his manifestation is a flaming rocket that takes the life of an enemy.

Fred Arnold even praised the legendary hero as a role model for all witchers, clean and unobtrusive. In particular, the hero is the one who uses a bow.

No wonder the kid wasn't interested in such a great Archmage of Rubick, it turned out that the Archmagister didn't use a bow. Is this a sympathy between people with the same weapons? I don't understand these weirdos, it's clear that magic is the most handsome, and you're not archers who can copy other people's weapons, and you can't play handsome combat in melee combat.

If people who use the same weapons and similar moves should feel sorry for each other, then what should Sean do, Salted Fish Thrust, and Salted Fish to meet fellow countrymen?

Thinking of this, Sean decided to change the name of the move, Salted Fish Three Thousand Winds, Salted Fish Curry Stick, or Salted Fish Hand? The logic of people in another world is not something that my generation can guess in vain, and in the future, he will become famous, and the people in the rivers and lakes will be called salted fish swordsmen?

Under the heroic stories told by his predecessor, Shaun, Fred Arnold is deeply fascinated by the heroes who carry bows. When Sean revealed that he had a book of records about all the heroes on the battlefield, Fred Arnold cheekily hoped that Sean would be able to endure the pain. For the sake of such a perfect junior's request, as a senior, Sean doubled his price and said that after returning with "pain and remorse", this biography will be handed over to Fred Arnold, so that he can rest assured that the senior will do what he says.

Fred Arnold took into his arms the longbow that was hidden by the cloak on his back, a bow made of oak that resembled a golden paint, with only the ends revealing their original snow-white color. Seeing that Sean was interested in his weapon, Fred Arnold enthusiastically told Sean that the name of the bow was Yang's Recurve Bow, which was given to him by a senior he respected very much. When Sean wanted to ask for more information, Fred Arnold yawned and showed that he was tired, and Sean gave up the inquiry.

After a short conversation, Sean motioned to Fred Arnold to go to sleep, and he would stay awake for half the night, and he would have enough energy to hunt tomorrow.

"Wake up..."

Sean, who was sleeping in the fragrance, was woken up softly, and with difficulty gave up the opportunity to let the silver-haired goddess sing to conquer, and Sean reluctantly opened his eyes.

Fred Arnold shook Sean's arm a little anxiously, looking anxious, as if something strange had happened.

"What's the situation? Fred Arnold. ”

Sean didn't care about being disturbed by his dreams, the witcher was so panicked and it was the first time Sean had seen it, whether it was killing small kobolds or touching the depths of the wilderness, the witcher Fred Arnold was always that quiet.

"Senior, I'm sorry to wake you up, the dark shadow over there is a little strange, I'm not sure what the situation is."

Looking in the direction indicated by Fred Arnold, a large black figure wandered around the woods, as if looking for something. Every time the black shadow moved, the sound of chains clashing came from its body, crunching, startling the birds resting in the forest.

I haven't seen anything before, and the reminder doesn't look like an angry bear, but like a three-hundred-pound fat man. Is it human? Sean thinks that the probability of being a person is relatively large, and it is easier to deal with if it is a person, but I don't know why that person is wandering around alone in the depths of the wild area at night, does he feel that his strength is stronger, or is there a treasure appearing?

Thinking of this, Sean was a little moved, and motioned to Fred Arnold to follow carefully, maybe tonight will be another big harvest, in addition to Master Rubick, are there other heroes in another dimensional space? If you can run into it, it will be a big benefit.

Approach the shadow carefully, it grows larger as the distance gets closer. Less than two hundred paces away, Sean and the others hid in the bushes, and the full picture of the black shadow could be vaguely determined.

There are about three shawns in height, referred to as three shaws. The sheer size of the body makes it seem like it will crush the internal organs. The rings protrude from the body, and the sound is the sound of the rings colliding under the shaking of the fat meat when moving.

Sean was sure that this man he had never seen in the camp, and with such a large size, Sean could not have been impressed.

Bad emotions spread in his heart, and Sean felt that he was in a disadvantageous position, and if he didn't have Fred Arnold with him, he could have quietly left.

If he gave up following now, Fred Arnold would probably look down on his predecessor.

After a while, the shadow stopped moving, and Shaun and Fred Arnold followed suit, hiding. Leaning behind a tree, Sean carefully observed the shadow's behavior.

The black image was looking for something, turning its fat head, the darkness obscuring the dark shadow's expression, and the heavy breathing became louder and louder. This can't help but make Sean feel that this is not because the fat system has crushed the internal organs, when there is not much life, it would be great if it was, such a huge size, it is difficult to fight with it.

The shadow eventually stopped in the direction Sean was hiding, not shaking the massive head.

Sure that he was hiding himself, Sean prayed that nothing would happen.

At this moment, a chain pulling sound was heard, and just as Sean was wondering about the strange sound, the next moment, a steel hook sickle cut through the tree against Sean's back. The hook and sickle wrapped around Sean's body with an iron chain, breaking the tree and tying Sean and flying towards the black shadow.

It wasn't until this moment that Sean was sure what this dark shadow was. It looks like the fat body of the five second senior brothers, the fat face with pitted holes, the smell of rancidity exudes from the whole body, and the two eyes are covered by fat, leaving only two grains the size of mung beans.

"Fresh steak, delicious, big steak!"

Sean is used as food, but he can't break free from the chains that wrap around him.

"······Rescue, T

Seventeen seconds of help, Sean could only pin his hopes on Fred Arnold, until half a minute later, there was still no sound in the woods.

Disgusting and huge giant, saliva kept flowing out of his mouth and dripping on Sean's head, and at this moment Sean felt the horror of the kobold who had become the ingredient.