When "anger" and "stupidity" move forward hand in hand, "regret" will follow one after another—————Soldier King: Unknown

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"Quagu..." The shrill beasts came from the quiet woods, and a huge group of monsters ran back and forth in the grass, rushing towards this team of seven-person hunters.

"Note! A beast is coming! It is likely that it is a mountain spirit or other beast!"

The experienced old hunter has always had momentum and speed, and has determined that the other party is not a good person. The longbow was pulled over the bowstring in the shortest time. People without the longbow pulled out their hunting knives and stared at the grass around them that was more than one person tall and kept shaking.

The grass shook again, and a hunter raised his hunting knife and slashed his head at the black shadow that was rushing out.

"Clang!"

With a muffled sound of gold and iron, the young hunter suddenly felt his arms numb, as if the knife just now was not slashed on the creature, but on the stone.

"Why..." The young hunter felt a severe blow in his chest before he finished speaking. A sound of breakage came from his ribs, and he fell to the ground and slid out of about a foot.

When the others saw the appearance of the visitor clearly, the experienced old hunter exclaimed: "Ogre!" The other hunters' faces suddenly became ugly.

Ogres are almost no longer considered monsters. To some extent, they belong to the demons. They are extremely powerful and cruel by nature, but their IQ is pitiful, which is far inferior to the IQ of the orcs.

"Roar!" The ogre roared to the sky, waved the rusty mace and prepared to rush up to a hunter.

"Retreat! Others shoot his eyes!" The experienced old hunter pulled his bow and took an arrow and aimed at the ogre's mouth and shouted: "Where is Wuming? Haven't you come back yet when you go to get water? Delay time! Wait until Wuming comes back!"

When several hunters heard the old hunter shouting Wuming's name, their panic quickly stabilized and they scattered around the ogre, taking advantage of the opponent's relatively slow movement speed to perform harassment tactics.

The bow and arrow shot on the ogre was as if it was shot on a stone, and it could not penetrate the ogre's body at all. This once again gave everyone a deeper understanding of the ogre's skin and thick flesh.

The intellectually retarded ogre was lured back and forth by several hunters, and he could never hurt any hunter. The experienced old hunter said happily: "Okay! Just stick to it like this! Continue to harass him, and you can kill him when Wuming comes back!"

The ogre was constantly attacked by several hunters, and his temper gradually became impatient. He let out a roar in the face of the attacks of the hunters. The rusty mace in his hand was suddenly thrown out as a javelin, and the huge mace quickly hit an unprepared hunter.

No hunter could have thought that the slightest ogre would do this. It was too late for the hunter to dodge the mace. In a hurry, the hunter barely put the steel knife on his chest to resist.

Facing the huge mace, the hunter's steel knife was like a mantis arm blocking a car. The huge mace smashed the hunter into a ball of meat sauce in an instant.

The ogre saw that the mace flew out and gained such a reward, picked up a stone the size of a human head from the ground and threw it at another hunter.

Facing the stone that came to his eyes in a flash, the hunter could not dodge any way, and was surprised that he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

"Bang!"

The dead hunter heard the sound of stones hitting, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the man in surprise in front of him with an unspeakable figure, who could easily take over the ogre's strength, with a light sad expression on his face.

"Wu Ming! You are back!" Several hunters who escaped death shouted happily to Wu Ming who intercepted the stones with their left hand: "This is an ogre! You have to be careful! Dali has already..."

Wuming nodded silently, and came to the ogre without any weapon in his hand to stand in front of the ogre, and looked at the other party carefully.

The ogre was very annoyed when facing Wuming, who was only the height of an ordinary human, who dared to stand in front of him without any fear. He only had a simple head and did not notice that Wuming had taken the stone he threw with all his might, and there was no expression of pain on his face.

"Roar!" Faced with Wuming's indifference, the ogre roared, and the fist that was enough to smash the rock hit Wuming's head.

Lower your waist, rush in, and out of your left fist. Wuming's three movements were synthesized in one go, both concise and rapid. The left hand that just blocked the attack of the stone had been deeply inserted into the ogre's body that the hunter's javelin could not pierce. The red blood slowly flowed out along Wuming's left hand.

The ogre stared at the nameless man who was much shorter than him in disbelief. This ordinary human could actually penetrate his chest with one hand and pull out the "core" he used to maintain his life.

The ogre used all his last bit of strength to lift his right hand and grabbed Wuming's left arm that had just been pulled out of his body.

The sharp claws made a sound of gold and iron collision when they touched Wuming's left arm. The ogre looked at his claws that could cut open stones in surprise. The claws of the human arm in front of him had turned into pieces.

"Roar!" The ogre roared to the sky unwillingly, and at the last glance before his death, he found a trace of metallic light flashing under the skin of the left arm of the man who killed him.

Wuming raised his right hand and wiped the blood that the ogre sprayed on his face before he died. He turned around expressionlessly and said, "Die."

Several hunters rushed up and removed the ogres from eight pieces along the broken wounds of Wuming. In the eyes of these hunters, the ogres were full of treasures. The hard bones could be made into bone spears that were no less than steel, and the weight was much lighter than the iron spear of the same size. The dark blue skin could be used to sew sturdy clothes or make sturdy shields. The tendons were also the best choice for bowstrings, and the meat could be used to fill the belly.

Wuming stood by and watched the hunters' busyness. The wound on his left arm, which was scratched by the ogre, quickly squirmed and healed, and his recovery speed seemed to be as if he had been used for healing.

Facing this strange arm, Wuming has become accustomed to it. After being woken up by people here two years ago, Wuming found that his left arm was unique. No matter how severe the skin and flesh were damaged, healing the wound in a short time without leaving any scars.

After many experiments, Wuming discovered that the left arm hidden under his skin was actually an arm made of metal. However, he himself couldn't figure out which kind of metal the material of this arm belonged to. The only thing he could know was that the metal was particularly hard, and he could vaguely feel that the arm had other functions, but he didn't know how to use those abilities.

In addition to this, Wuming's other secret is his left eye. When he appears in front of the ogre, a string of strange numbers will appear in his left eye, and the words 60 are marked with a subtitle called Arabic numerals in his subconscious.

Such a number will instantly increase when the ogre attacks, and finally reach the word 90.

As long as he wants to do such a thing, he can see the numbers that anyone reacts to in his eyes, and even see his own data in front of the mirror: 165, this is the number that he does not use his left arm. When using his left arm, the number will be as high as 571.

The numbers that the nameless tube saw were called combat power, but he also knew that each person's number would increase a lot when attacking. These numbers can only be used as a reference and are not used as a basis.

"Wu Ming! What are you thinking again?" The old hunter Hu Changping came to Wu Ming and patted his shoulder affectionately: "Even if you don't have all the memories from two years ago, it doesn't matter! Uncle Qiao must find you a beautiful wife from our village!"

Wuming looked at the old hunter who woke him from the iron coffin in the cave that day and shook his head and said, "Uncle, I was thinking that if I could come back earlier, Dali might not..." Wuming did not intend to tell anyone the real secret of his left arm and left eye.

Hu Changping also shook his head and patted Wuming's back hard: "We are a hunter business and deal with danger every day, and death and injury are inevitable. It's nothing! Just take care of Dali's family more in the future!"

Wuming nodded and followed the hunter team toward the village. He didn't know why he saw the dead without any discomfort, as if he had seen many dead bodies.

Wuming, immersed in memories, followed the team for several hours and finally returned to the village. Faced with Dali's death, Dali's family could only express their condolences for their deceased relatives by crying.

After seeing off Dali's family, the villagers began to line up to collect the food they received from hunters. Whether or not their family members were involved, any family could receive a portion of fresh meat.

Wuming just sat aside and watched, looking at the villagers who could share almost all their houses and family in the village.

"Uncle Wuming! Uncle Wuming! Tell us about this adventure." A group of seven or eight-year-old children surrounded Wuming and shouted: "How did you kill such a powerful monster like the ogre? When I grow up, I will go out to hunt with Uncle Wuming."

Wuming looked at the group of children in front of him and smiled. Since he returned from hunting with the team for the first time and was widely promoted by Hu Changping, these children who have always surrounded Hu Changping have begun to surround him.

"Go and go, wait a while before listening to the story. Wuming! This is yours!" Hu Changping, an old hunter who had divided the meat, slammed the child and placed a large piece of ogre's meat in front of Wuming: "Isn't injured this time?"

Wuming chuckled and shook his head, pushing the meat in front of him to Hu Changping: "Do give it a little more to Dali's house. I can't eat so much by myself. This time I will give me an ogre tendon. I want to make a bow that you often use, so hunting may be more convenient in the future."

"Do you want to make a bow? Do you want to use a weapon?" Hu Changping looked at Wuming, who had been hunting bare hands for two years in surprise, and said, "This is a good thing, and that can reduce a lot of danger."

Wuming smiled and looked at Hu Changping with joy in front of him, and did not tell the other party that he did not want to use weapons before, but that the strength of those weapons was really poor. Whenever he tried his best to pull the bow, those seemingly good hard bows either broke the body or the bow string was broken.

When hunting with such a quality bow, Wuming would rather pick up a small stone from the ground and hunt by throwing it. Unfortunately, the attack method of throwing small stones will not make much gains when facing strong monsters. For example, throwing an ogre stone will become useless.

Hu Changping did not pay attention to Wuming's smile, touched his chin with one hand and said to himself: "But the tendons of this ogre are rare things. If you make bows and arrows yourself, it will inevitably be a bit wasteful of materials. Why not, go to the dwarf village three hundred miles away to the east and ask them to help you make a set of hunting tools suitable for you. They are all born good craftsmen!"

"Three Hundred Miles? Dwarf Village?" Wuming frowned and shook his head and said calmly: "Then forget it, I still won't use weapons."

"Why?" Hu Changping blurted out and suddenly understood Wuming's idea. In the past two years, the village has been often attacked by wild beasts at night. To a certain extent, it was because Wuming's existence could keep the village in a state of good harm. Although the village has not been attacked by wild beasts for half a year, Wuming is still worried about the village.

"Don't worry, it's just over 300 miles." Hu Changping patted his chest and said, "Isn't there me in the village? Besides, you have killed all the beasts around the village in the past two years, and something like this will not happen."

Several other hunters also came up and patted Wuming's shoulder and said, "Go! We still have us in the village! When you have your own weapons, it will be easier to hunt. By the way, we can also help us create some hunting tools." Almost all the ogre bones were placed in front of Wuming.

"Okay! I'll be back soon!" Wuming looked up at Tian and said, "Let's go now, I can come back before nightfall tomorrow."

Hu Changping and several hunters laughed at Wuming for the degree of being a layman in building weapons. No one told him that the dwarfs often take a lot of time to make a satisfactory tool, but they just skillfully helped Wuming with a backpack for going out.

The village hunters weighing more than 300 pounds were wrapped around Wuming and easily grabbed it with his right hand. He was already used to Wuming's extraordinary power.

Wuming had seven or eight hundred kilograms of strength for his right arm that looked like an ordinary person, and his legs that could race against the magic leopard were a little strange, but he didn't care much about his most magical metal left arm and his left eye that could detect other people's combat power.

Hu Changping looked at Wuming who quickly disappeared from their sight after leaving the village, and said to other hunters beside him: "The power of Wuming is getting bigger and bigger. I wonder how much the power of the orcs outside is more than the power of the behemoth of the orcs outside?"

Another young hunter nodded and said, "When he comes back again, we will accompany Wuming to hunt in the future. Perhaps the only use is to help him transport prey."

"Yes..." Hu Changping nodded suddenly and asked the hunters beside him: "You? Have you handed over the money needed to forge weapons to Wuming just now?"

Several hunters looked at each other in the face. Although no one spoke, Hu Changping knew the answer from the expressions on their faces - no one handed over the gold coins they needed to Wuming.

Perhaps everyone knows the simple truth that buying things requires paying money, but Wuming is one of the accidents. Since he was awakened from an iron coffin filled with strange liquid two years ago, or woke up, Wuming has never left the village except hunting and has lived a life almost isolated from the world. Naturally, he does not know that money is needed to buy things.
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